by toby | Sep 21, 2010 | Life
Every Sunday, cardboard signs with hand-lettered arrows and SMOKE MEAT on them appear around our neighborhood. I find these signs both interesting and confusing. As a writer, I’m especially irritated by the missing “D,” and in general I’m just very curious. The signs...
by toby | Sep 18, 2010 | Life
“These are the best eggs I’ve ever tasted,” my visiting friend said. “Yeah, and look at the color,” I held up the hard boiled yolk, a vivid orange marked by toothmarks (mine). It could be that hunger is the best seasoning; we were at the end of a strenuous hike and...
by toby | Sep 6, 2010 | The Writing Life
I started blogging about 6 years ago on Livejournal( LiveJournal.com ) under a pen name (yes, its still up and no, you can’t know my secret name). At that time it was more of an online diary and observations—acerbic, touching and otherwise, about my work in a high...
by toby | Aug 16, 2010 | Life
I’ve been thinking about dying lately. Not the act of dying; not me personally dying, or even those close to me dying necessarily. Just this: everybody dies. All the great paintings, deep writings, fabulous carvings, fiery passions, sorrows and songs that have gone...
by toby | Aug 13, 2010 | Life
Did I mention I love living in Hawaii? I hope I did. And this topic is not, obviously, limited to Hawaii. There are pigs everywhere in the world just about. But here in Hawaii, people love their pig. They love ‘em bacon, they love ‘em ham, they love ‘em sausage...