“It is the real, and not the map, whose vestiges subsist here and there, in the deserts which are no longer those of the Empire, but our own. The desert of the real itself.“ Jean Baudrillard, Simulacra and Simulation … “The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth – it is the truth which…

As I (Thom) was driving back and forth to teach my two classes in Colby’s JanPlan semester our fave community radio station, WERU.org / 89.9 FM, was amazing company. The trip was a hilly trek across some very snowy terrain, and somehow we just barely made it this winter without snow tires. On one snowy…

In early October my best friend, Marcy, and I headed out on a car trip, one we laughingly called our Thelma and Louise trip. Our final destination was our cabin here on the St. George Peninsula to enjoy the early fall together – the pine woods, the sea coves, the long walks and some good…

Names can bear with them an indelible sin of their history. The settler-colonizers, who confiscated and named all these millions of bountiful acres from the ancient indigenous peoples, double-clutched here on the so-called St. George peninsula. According to the wiki, one of their own conquerors got as far as the western banks of the river…

“I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,” said Alice a little timidly; “but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking Glass They say finding love later in life often looks different…not that love is different, it’s…

A Short History of Primitive Rug Hooking Some say it was invented in England, while others claim that it were in fact Vikings who used and brought it to Scotland during their endeavors. However, the rug hooking as we know it today developed in the 19th century in the Canadian Maritimes, Newfoundland, Labrador and along…

It’s a fresh fact of our life here on the edge of the sea that we are always also in the midst of someplace else – a pine wood, a dirt lane, a rough clearing of meadowy reeds holding the nearby dock pond. This past week was busy with winter prepping the outside and decorating…

Even before we moved into our magical log home perched on top of a massive gleaming granite ledge within the pine wood we’ve named WildAir, we knew we needed kayaks. We had no idea what kind, how much to pay, where to get a good deal, how to get them home, etc. Then our new…