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B is for Beach

I can never remember summer in the midst of a polar vortex, but I’m comforted and chastised that it comes.

After I have been
Back in the United States for a few weeks, I find myself
Crying at the strangest things.

I’ve had people rip up my fliers, call the cops on me, and even fling dog shit at me.

In separating ourselves from our emotions, are we losing what makes us most effective?

We went to different high schools. We got jobs. Life got busy and we hung out less.

by Jon Gorter | Aug 28, 2019 | 0 comments

Over the past four months I’ve had the privilege of cultivating some of the world’s finest beans.

The house listed around 2:00 p.m. on Thursday, we walked through it at 3:30, and we wrote on it by 11:00 a.m. Friday. We weren’t the first offer.

I’m not scared of the gods that inhabit these places per se; I’m just wary of the humans who built them.

I spend a fair bit of time with first year college students. I am sometimes envious of them.

Moral: Take care, even when ye be in Haeyste, to not do that which woulde Waste Tyme later, for from Haeyste proceedeth only Waeyste.