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Acclimating To The Simulation

Acclimating To The Simulation

There are no stop lights on Orcas Island. I didn’t notice at first, because there is hardly anything resembling traffic here. The first time I realized it, I was in Portland, right off the I-5 from a trip up to Orcas, stuck in traffic on NE Weidler, which has

Solstice Notes

Despite the lack of running water or plumbing, the daily mouse dropping patrol in the kitchen, and the fact that opening and closing two cattle gates to come and go from the property has lost some of its charm, I am settling in and, I think, settling well. I joined

Arrival

Important! If you happened to reply to my inaugural newsletter last week, I have bad news—it disappeared into the black hole of no-reply emails, and it was never received. I’ve since reconfigured my settings, so moving forward, it’s safe to reply. But if you don’t mind,

Welcome to Bucolia

Welcome to Bucolia

Maybe it’s been awhile, maybe we recently spoke, or maybe you barely know me, but I’m eager to welcome you to whatever this newsletter and project turn out to be. For over a decade, I’ve been dreaming of developing a rural retreat with food, nature, artistry, and

The Final Countdown

The Final Countdown

You’ve stocked up on good olive oil, gochujang, and several jars of Duke’s Mayonnaise. You changed the oil in your car. You’ve forwarded your mail and have pre-addressed packages ready to go with your prescriptions. Over the last few weeks, you’ve been provisioning and preparing yourself

It's 3am in Olga, WA. Do you know where your neighbor's livestock are?

It's 3am in Olga, WA. Do you know where your neighbor's livestock are?

3:24 am, Tuesday April 15. You wake up, as you always do in the middle of the night, though 3:24 am is not customary. 1:29, 2:32, and 4:12 are the oddly consistent clock numbers that you see when you wake up. Your brain says you