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As of November 2007, this diary is no longer regularly updated.

Why keep an online diary, especially on a web site that is the first result on a google search for my name? A public diary that is immediately visible not only to family and friends but potential employers will by definition be a little bloodless, but I don’t fool myself that I am creating anything with high literary merit. Basically, I enjoy writing, translating something in my head into marks on a page or ones and zeroes on a screen. What with the upcoming move and making preparations to start freelancing, there just doesn’t seem to be a lot of time and head space for long-term personal projects, so I’ve pretty much suspended those. Until I can start that kind of writing up again, keeping the diary just feels good.

Plus, in life-raft training in the Coast Guard, they told us that keeping some sort of log is one of the best ways to keep from cracking up while you float around waiting for rescue. I confess that the current situation has me feeling a little adrift, so it makes sense to fall back on my training.

I’ll just have to be careful not to puncture the raft with my pencil.

The diary archives page is here.

Short Back and Sides

It’s hard thinking of things to write here since I don’t ever really leave the house. That leaves only my personal thoughts, which I try to stay away from publishing on a blog with my name on it.
It’s raining snowing in Missoula and the locals have all gone into shock since the sun disappeared around [...]

Here Comes the Sun

The sun has finally returned to Missoula, although unlike just about everyone else here I can’t say I’d gotten my fill of winter yet. I didn’t get much of a chance to enjoy the balmy temperatures and blazing bright desert (yes, technically) sun at first, having to work all day Saturday and then being stuck [...]

Well, That Sucked.

Flu, that is, which I’m just getting over. We moved into the new house and then promptly succumbed, Amy first and then — just long enough later that I began to think perhaps I was immune — I went down, too. There’s an immunological point of interest here. Amy had received her flu vaccine, while [...]

Fumes, guns and conference calls

I am sitting in a canoe chair (those little legless collapsible seats also known by the brand name “Crazy Creek”) in the master bedroom of our new house as I type this, having arrived here about an hour ago to make use of the land line phone to record an interview that now appears to [...]

Past Tension

Funny how it can all come crashing down. At 10:30, fresh from a conference call with a new client about the next step of a challenging and interesting project, I was feeling great — upbeat, proud of how much I’ve learned (from scratch) about a complicated technical subject in the last couple of days, brimming [...]

I’m Back

Maybe.
I’ve let this space languish in favor of my new gig over at New West, called Missoula Notebook (and if you haven’t read and commented on my latest over there, you must be the only one on the planet), but I’m in the mood to jot a few notes here again and start putting up [...]

Wednesday, October 10

Wasps keep getting into the house. Big, nasty-looking wasps. We find them crawling disconsolately on the sliding door to the deck, or sometimes on the living-room window. They must be weak, ready to die, because they often do. Right now there are four dead wasps in the tracks of A.’s office windows and the deck [...]

Tuesday, October 9.

On Friday it finally dawned on me that, for all the locals’ talk about recent winters being “much warmer than usual,” winter here will be nothing to take lightly.
As I’ve mentioned, it’s been getting cool already, temperatures dropping into the thirties at night and rising back into the fifties — occasionally maybe only the [...]

I was standing on the deck in my bathrobe, throwing rocks at a cat, when I realized I was standing on the deck in my bathrobe, throwing rocks at a cat. I paused as I was about to launch the third one, but the cat had disappeared behind the pine tree. I piled the leftover [...]

“So what sort of business do you run from out of your home?” asked the chimney guy. We were in the check-writing stage of his visit, and I’d earlier told him to yell for me when he was done because I’d be downstairs in my office. He didn’t seem very impressed by “writer and editor,” [...]