Soundtrack in my head: Nick Drake, "Introduction." Well, that went by quickly. I have now lived in Madison Wisconsin for twenty years. How I ended up here is still a fascinating story I haven’t told in a while, so click elsewhere if you’ve heard this one. In July 2000, I was at the peak of … Continue reading twenty years in madison
Soundtrack in my head: Cloud Cult, "You'll Be Bright" kmorizephoto / Pixabay For the second time in three years,we have been blessed by a home birth in the co-op house. Yesterday around 6 p.m. we gained a new member in room five. It's a boy! I have lived in my current co-op house for six … Continue reading another home birth in the co-op house
About five months ago I started a new job at Union Cab of Madison. As a graduate student, I sought a job with flexible hours that I could enjoy and take some pride in. So when I found out that Union Cab was hiring, I jumped at the chance to drive one of their big … Continue reading Union Cab made a worker’s paradise and filled a parking lot with big yellow taxis
Tonight I looked outside my bedroom window and saw a familiar orange glow in our backyard that I hadn't seen in several months. Yes, it was true--two housemates had brought out the fire pit and had started our first backyard fire of the year.
You know you live in the most lefty-radical part of Madison when you get a Super Bowl invitation that says "Come commiserate over the fallacy of community that is NFL Sports." It's worth a chuckle but I'm hardly miserable. I'm a Packer fan and I plan on cheering them on in tomorrow's Super Bowl.
16 Masa'il 167 B.E. (Baha'i Calendar)Soundtrack in my head: Cloud Cult, "You Were Born" A baby boy was born right about the time that I finished the last blog post--about twenty minutes to midnight on Christmas Day. This surprised me because I heard very little in the way of sound coming down the hallway. I … Continue reading santa and the stork crossed paths in mid-flight halfway to our house (or, born while i was totally blogging this)
I noticed that soft music was emanating from Samantha's bedroom, and I realized the best thing I could do was tune in with that energy. So I walked into my bedroom, put on some of my own soft music, turned on only the Christmas lights in my room, lit an incense stick and started doing some writing and praying.
"You're WILLINGLY moving into a co-op house with a baby?" asked a friend of mine at a co-op party. He was in his thirties, but still seemed surprised that I would leave my co-op in downtown Madison to help start a family friendly co-op house several miles away.
I guess I had always looked at apple picking as a chore, not a way to spend a pleasant autumn day. But I was intrigued by the idea, so I decided to join my housemates. One nice thing about living in Madison is that it's only a twenty-minute drive before you find yourself in a rural area, so we journeyed a few miles east of town to a local orchard.
What I find interesting, after two failed relationships in two years, is that I feel more strongly about sticking to the current lifestyle I lead. Even though my lifestyle has not been central to the ending of either relationship.