The audition

We all have something we find gut-wrenchingly hilarious, so inarguably funny that we're compelled to share it with with others. Often, we found ourselves terribly disappointed when reminded of the subjectivity of humor. So you'll forgive me if I tell you that this video, ostensibly an audition tape for the band M83, still reduces me to tears over five years and many replays since I first saw it. 

Warning: If you're a fan of M83 (as I am) and like the song "Midnight City," (as I did) this video will utterly and irrevocably damage your ability to take this song seriously. 

Clarion West 2017

Tomorrow is my first day as a student in Clarion West, a program for writers of speculative fiction. This is something I've dreamed about doing since I attended World Fantasy 2015 and began to think seriously about how to lay the groundwork for a writing career. It's exciting, intimidating, and humbling, to name only a short list of the cacophony of feelings that I am experiencing on fast rotation. Spending six weeks far from home isn't easy. My fire department showed tremendous support, and my wife... well, I'm not at all certain how to begin to express my gratitude for her role in this. I'm sure she has some ideas in mind. 

I'm told there are many sleepless nights ahead, that this workshop is a profoundly deep dive into the rigors of writing, a transformative experience for many who attend. Do I feel ready? Doesn't matter now. 

I've been in fires and I've treated many a grievously injured patient, so you wouldn't think this could make me nervous. But you would be wrong. 


My wife suggested that I could put together a handout for a nature walk she's organizing in the neighborhood. That sounded like a great idea to me, so I sent this draft (with logistical details to be added) later that morning.

I expected to be told that I was clearly suffering from an excess of free time and should strongly consider an activity that materially benefitted humankind, or at least unload the dishwasher. But instead she asked if we could print them up that night. And that, my friends, is why I love my wife.