no more (for now)

no more (for now)

I’m sorry I’ve been silent.  But the silence will continue, at least on matters concerning of bogs, lakes and trolls.  I wanted to write about the trip everyday for thirty one days, but I just can’t.  Not with an album to finish, not with a book to finish, not with MFA programs to apply to, not with seven hours of dishwashing a  day.

Don’t get me wrong.  I like my job, grateful to have it; I even like washing dishes, in a Buddhist sort of way.  Washing the dishes to wash the dishes, as monk  Thích Nhat Hanh says.

But all those things don’t leave much time to recount my epic journey.  It’ll have to wait.  Probably a couple of months, except for the days I decide to procrastinate on all that needs doing by posting a day or two of the trek.

I know, curses.

And now, a random picture, from Norway, ’98.

(I’m the one trading grins with the dog)