I’m in NZ and have some ‘still a US citizen’ paperwork to take care of at the consulate.
They require the use of 8.5 x 11 paper. In 2025! In a country where, like much of the rest of the world, A4 is the standard.
Power flex of the ‘last gasp’ variety.

Monday. Reminding myself it’s been a beautiful week. Skating, disco balls, working in the garden, creating cozy spaces, making love, eating good food, chatting on the phone with my bro, getting to work with both kids at the shop, riding bikes, dog walks on the beach…keeping the news at arms length.

Spent the better part of an hour yesterday taking aim at this tin can and knocking it off its post.
To think I forgot that a ‘good life’ is built on these inconsequential moments!
Depression sure skews one’s perspective.

Graphics t-s for life.

When I wake up at my girlfriend’s house, my commute borders on the surreal.

15+ km skate the other night. We skated along the river, got a couple little swoopy hills in, but something about the stretch where we skated along the footpath on a very ordinary suburban street took me back to the very best parts of being a kid.

Meanwhile, in Aotearoa New Zealand, there’s a stacking of the decks that feels straight out of US politics.

Replacing Linda Tuhiwai Smith?!? Yes, she who brought us Decolonising Methodologies — what are they thinking? I shudder to think.

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Confirming that my dog is, indeed, a sociopath.

I’m not a dahlia fanatic, but my girlfriend is, and last year - or was it two years ago now? - she planted some tubers in my yard. This fantastic blossom caught my eye this morning, between the tall yellowing weeds and the untended orchard.

Calming the hamster wheel.