Untethered Dog

You Never Know Where He Will Go

Close Encounter

It was just like that old Alfred Hitchcock silhouette. Except in this case it wasn’t an iconic storyteller but a large raccoon.

Early a.m. You and the little buddy are on the couch. First you hear the patter on the roof. Initially sounds like ice cracking. Until it doesn’t. Because whatever it is it’s moving. Now it might be on the walls. You turn. The visitor’s outline projects onto your window shade.

And it’s not still.

Could be the start of a Hitchcock production now that you think about it.

You look out the kitchen window and see the raccoon along the top of your fence. It’s dark. You are not yet into the waking day. You flash a little light to get a look.

He looks back at you. He is about eight feet away.

This is not a young raccoon. Or a small one. How he’s staying on top of your tall fence is a wonder. Spidy raccoon.

Just then he stands on his hind legs and … bows.

Did he just bow?

That looked like a bow.

Was that a bow?

Hey, you there, mister raccoon, did you just bow to me?

The raccoon pivots. You hear his feet amble along on the fence again. He goes back over the corner, from whence he came. Then down the outside. Then across the front lawn. Into what’s left of the night.

Inputs and Outputs

When you can’t write, read.

Not writing is a function of not reading.

Practice Makes Perfect Sense

Write for what it does to you.

Seek pleasure over product.

It’s you being you.

Change of Pace

The bears are onto something. Would it be nice to hibernate for these days of winter, when the cool comes through even the cupboards in your kitchen. Especially if during the human hibernation you still had access to your books. Until that day, rest as you need to. Accept that your body will go at a slower pace than usual, than you may wish, than is possible. Stay warm and carry on.

The Sound and the Fury

There is so much noise in the culture.

Like a bullhorn that blasts all manner of brilliance and buffoonery.

(Which is taking your desire for alliteration too far. But even so.)

You stick your head into the mind torrent because you think you need to.

You crave real-time connection. Even if when that connection is an illusion.

Everything is relational at the moment.

Twitter’s appeal is that it’s live. Like televised sports in that way.

You want to interact with something that is happening right now — but not just anything — something that stirs you, arouses you, summons the parts of you you most want to interact with, independent of the means.

Loneliness isn’t the absent of other. It’s not knowing when your next good conversation will occur.

Don’t wait for it.

Cool Night

How lucky to have one’s greatest obstacle be that of the weather!


Oh sun, old friend, our star, bright light, where would we be without you on these dagger-air days of sub-zero highs?


The senses that so easily overwhelm you are the very same ones that allow you to feel so deeply.

Your greatest challenge is the conduit of your most profound reward.


Lament not that you are not higher functioning. Celebrate that you function at all.

Rules Are Made to Be Broken

Your tendency to want to turn an interest into a project has proven to be folly. There is no need to corral the endeavor into some sort of regimen or curriculum — no need setting arbitrary frequencies and limitations — for there is no mountain to climb, no homework to turn in, no SMART goal to achieve.

You floated unconsciously.

Then you reigned in your aimlessness.

You return again to the dance, those movements that could, if you let them, feel like flailing, your metaphorical arms akimbo, the village eccentric who hears music know one else can, more or less conscious that that is how you are: OK! It may not be genius but it is the closest you are likely to come.

Love it. Use it to its best effect. Love it.