At home above my desk I have posted this poem by Mary Oliver: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. Oliver calls the poem “instructions for living a life” and it’s advice I try implementing every day of the year — every day except for the six weeks between Memorial Day and the 4th of […]
Continue Reading... Comments Off on six weeks in the desert: green valley, arizonaMy house breathes. That’s not the technical term for it, of course – the technical term is that it has “excessive air infiltration.” I had an energy efficiency audit last week that confirmed it. Jim from the energy utility here in Austin hooked up a blower door to my entryway and let it rip. The […]
Continue Reading... Comments Off on this old house: my life in a highly permeable membraneMy mom’s last two blog posts about sexual surrogacy and the movie “The Sessions” (see part 1 and part 2) reminded me of one of my old pieces of dinner party trivia. In Holland, the government pays sex workers to have sex with physically disabled people. I know – crazy, right? At least that was […]
Continue Reading... Comments Off on they do it better in dutch: sex workers and the disabledIn September I started teaching a journalism class at the county jail here in Austin. The homework assignment I left the students with before Thanksgiving was to write a review of something they experienced either in jail or in their past: a TV show, a movie, a concert. I gave them five minutes of class […]
Continue Reading... Comments Off on thanksgiving in jailFood cravings are a motherfucker. After a few weeks of being in the field with the same slop every day, my gastronomic fantasy life takes on a bigger and bigger portion of my conscious and unconscious mind with debilitating consequences. I’ve been through this cycle enough times now to recognize the signs and symptoms, which […]
Continue Reading... Comments Off on absence makes the stomach grow fonder: food variety deprivation, fantasy and phenomena in the humanitarian aid worker life