As I migrate the site to a new host. Sorry for the garbage images and code showing up around the…

Often, when I write here, I feel like I’m writing for no one in particular.  Sometimes the analytics confirms this. …

I have an illness called Wild Lust. When it comes on, I’m debilitated and unable to work effectively. That’s why…

It’s eleven in the morning and I’m sitting in Seattle’s oldest espresso shop.  The americano in front of me is…

Training is a funny thing– when the desire to undertake it actually rises inside of us seems to have little…