Chrono Synclastic Infundibulum
Holly and I will be in Chicago later today. (This was true when I started writing this.) I hear that … Continue reading Chrono Synclastic Infundibulum
Author: Joe Whiting
Termina Pavimento
I just looked over, and decided to ignore, a draft of a post I started a while back in Texas. … Continue reading Termina Pavimento
Back Out There
It’s fair to say we are, in fact, back out there. Time East, while good for our souls, isn’t out … Continue reading Back Out There
Clean and Sober
I’m sitting in the van at 1:30 am, frankly a little pissed off. The rain had promised to start, but … Continue reading Clean and Sober
We Are Nowhere . . . And It’s Now
We’ve been in one spot longer than we have for the past year. This embodies the push and pull we … Continue reading We Are Nowhere . . . And It’s Now
Circle UP
When we left Chicago for a short trip north, to return again to see Natalie and Drew and Tate, it … Continue reading Circle UP
Don’t Be Frightened Of Turning The Page
I’m thinking about intention today – what we meant to do, what we did, and how we pivot and shuck … Continue reading Don’t Be Frightened Of Turning The Page
Through The Eyes Of Others
I remember back to early November. Holly and I were new to nomadic life, and we were planning on spending … Continue reading Through The Eyes Of Others
Timber!
[Editor’s note: This post follows the previous by two days. If our readers find it preferable for us to post … Continue reading Timber!
This Is The Place
These words – casually attributed to Brigham Young – were uttered as the advance party of Mormons (Church of Jesus … Continue reading This Is The Place
The Nowhere Van 