*In national follow up to last month’s editor’s note that ‘replacing artists might not be the most concerning part of the AI thing’: Russian drones controlled completely by artificial intelligence killed three in Ukraine last month… Meanwhile in Kitsap: Suquamish Tribe launches its own public school curriculum, Hood Canal oxygen levels alarmingly low, Navy details plans for $17B projects… Plus comedy stuff, beer stuff, soup stuff, moon stuff and more…
Believe it or not, those lights were across the Sound, past Seattle now, and still flying–faster and higher than I’d ever seen anything fly. We sat there for quite some time, silently staring in awe at what we had just witnessed. To this day, I still wonder what those headlights really were… and I still wonder how much cooler it would have been if we’d have finished that smoke session first. Now…what’s YOUR story?
One afternoon while surfing the web I stumbled upon this radio show by accident. I was cruising Instagram and saw this playlist post for some radio show. I was surprised at the diversity, so I immediately followed it. Following that, I “tuned in” the next week, and listened in real time.
Life, we are often told, is about the journey and not the destination. The adventures we have along the way are where we learn, have the best of times and make lasting memories. Now don’t get me wrong — there are times we all need to go from A to B, to get to a job, say, or make it to class on time. Sometimes I need chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream…
My husband and I had given her an old-school–was it old school quite yet? an old maroon Kodak with an 8GB sim card–digital camera in place of a phone. She had a flip phone without a camera and was only allowed to take it to school anyways. She had a habit of texting 555-88-888-88 before bed every night, the old school way to let someone know you loved them…
And where does it come from, this trauma? It’s not necessarily a moment or singular regret. Those things gathered and deliquesced into one bottomless puddle long ago. Now it’s just a faceless pain, an entity that comes from all corners. It climbs and sits there, never leaving and ever-growing. So now, you need another drink. And one more won’t hurt. It’s just one…
Mind the Gap is a column about the parts of intimacy that do not always make it into the conversation. Not just sex itself. The atmosphere around it. The pause before an answer. The familiar touch that suddenly lands differently. The sentence that almost gets said, then disappears. The quiet distance between what the body knows and what the mouth can manage. That is where this column begins. In the gap.
Vegan, gluten free, whole grain blackberry crumble w/ nuts and no added sugar…
Two dollars was the amount of money the newspaper delivery boy was owed in “Better Off Dead.” He went to absurd extremes to get that money back, showing up on all sorts of vehicles and all sorts of random places. Even then, it seemed like the effort expended wasn’t really worth such a small amount of money, and it seems even more ludicrous and juice-ain’t-worth-the squeeze four decades later, in this Foul Year of our Lord 2026…
Imagine a lemon that grew long fingers off the end, and that is pretty close to what the Buddha’s Hand citrus looks like. Like all citrus, but more so with the Buddha’s Hand, these are container plants that will need protection…