I don’t know about you all, but the recent spate of natural disasters has rattled me to my core. I watched from afar as Houston slipped underwater and as the island where I honeymooned just last year has been ravaged again and again by Cat 5 hurricanes. In my own city, various wildfires sunk the
When I first started this blog, I was super focused on minimalism, mindfulness and positive change. I was sitting on a barstool in our kitchen while Brenton was making dinner, brainstorming and name-checking available domains. Punctuating my atheism, I started thinking aloud about how we have this “one life” so let’s freaking design it. Several
Crunching in the darkness through leaf-cluttered backyards, quietly opening and closing gates, we tip-toed through the neighborhood, supercharged with adrenaline. “Minino!” We called and called and called. Our flashlights violated the private corridors of our neighborhood: dense town-homes or apartment buildings (obsessed with security) crowding in on older Craftsman homes with sizable yards and flimsy
There’s a great scene in It Might Get Loud in which Jack White talks about his views on creativity. He says: “Opportunity doesn’t do anything for creativity. Yeah, it makes things easier and you can get home sooner, but it doesn’t make you a more creative person.” He talks about how limitations make us more
In celebration of Brenton’s birthday (which happens to be today), we took a voyage north, by boat, to Victoria, BC. First time traveling anywhere of significant distance by water! And I must say, it was pretty magnificent to be cutting through the massive waters, zooming by nondescript landmasses (Port Townsend, San Juans), and seeing the
For me, waking up is no easy feat. It’s an every-morning struggle between time and perception, between intention and action, between drowsiness and any wisps of wakefulness. For a split-second when I’m jolted awake by my alarm, I truly believe that I’m going to stay awake and that my body will spring to life. And
Back in January, we moved from our one-bedroom apartment into a two-bedroom townhome. We only moved seven blocks, but it feels like a whole different world over here. Busy streets are like rivers of movement that divide and define neighborhoods. Seattle’s rainy months kept us from crossing our busy river north, kept us meandering south
Real human connection isn’t easy to come by. It takes time to cut through the bullshit and get to the juicy stuff: What’s making you happy right now? Sad? What did that feel like? What are you afraid of? Unlike many other mediums, podcasts can offer a window into this wonderful world of human experience.