Project: 43 Eclectic

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​ The ocean water is the scariest part, a frigid ink that consumes all light. The sun is penetrating, the salt corrosive, the wind unremitting. All the elements are demoralizing. Nicholas is paddling in a 32-mile race between the two Hawaiian islands of Molokaʻi and Oʻahu. He is in the Ka’iwi Channel, which means “Channel […]

Sudden Quieting

I was preparing dinner. I felt and looked weighed down, and I wouldn’t have looked more so if I’d been wearing a lead jacket. I had a life-changing decision to make. A third-world problem. My sinuses and temples hurt. The air was fragrant but also thick and greasy. Just then something changed, like the sudden […]

Thunder, Then Smoke — Javalina Hunt 2014

​Julio and I were honored to be invited by Albert and Dan McCabe to their annual javelina hunt. The huntsmen have known each other for many years, Dan and Sergio the longest at over a quarter century. Read about our first and second year. Dominique points his toes as he slowly steps forward into tall […]

A Boy Wanders into the Redwoods

In Pinecrest, there is the legend of the boy who wandered into the redwoods and was never seen again. For many generations and still today, children have called the boy’s name into the dark woods and across the cold lake: “Elmer!” We are Cameron's guests in Pinecrest, staying at his family's cabin. The air is […]

Cycles of the Mind

The morning feels like yesterday, like last year, like next year. Together, facing a real-time screen, a screen full of bright minds, declarative sentences, short talks, long dreams, wide thinking. The mind is cycling, just saturated with ideas. The eyes see in different light, like some new color has brought the edges into focus. Swallowing […]

A Little Blood — Javalina Hunt 2013

​Julio and I were invited by Albert and Dan McCabe to their annual javelina hunt. The huntsmen have known each other for many years, Dan and Sergio the longest at over a quarter century. Read about last year. Andreas is fifteen years old and wears his grandfather's dog tags around his neck. The sky is […]

The Scene of the Hunt

Richard piled up the bird carcasses on his plate. James filled his with crunchy severed wings. This Thanksgiving we roasted an abundance of birds: turkey, goose, pheasant, partridge, cornish hen, squab, quail. These two men helped roast and carve. They chose flesh from close to the bone. Margaret Visser describes the roast as “an echo […]

The Three-Dimensional Cocktail

With the scrape of a chair on the wood floor, the man rose — chest out, head slightly down, arms by his side. And then he began to sing. Conversation in the restaurant soon quieted. From the kitchen we squinted into the dining room. That night, I truly didn’t know what was happening.