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Friendly Brown Nuthatch
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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It's probably not a nuthatch, small, the size of a sparrow, dark brown, long beak that seems to hook downward at the end.
Saw it on a walk, flitting, quick movements through the bushes, almost always in the periphery of my vision, then in the morning as I drink my coffee, smoke my cigarette outside, flitting up from underneath the stairs, keeping itself at just over an arms length, curious, it tilts it's head at me, inquisitive, watches.
As I chop wood, curious, it's following me, delivering it to the house, studying me, I suspect that I'm a new species as well. I don't know what it is, a nuthatch is the nearest description I could find, the color, shape of the beak don't match, it's movements, sharper, more abrupt than those of the common sparrow, friendly and curious.
The Candidate
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Film
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A brilliantly written short. Enjoy.
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Xenu’s Paradox: The Fiction of L. Ron Hubbard and the Making of Scientology
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Link of the day
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A good one, courtesy of Longreads, the fiction and biography of L. Ron Hubbard, founder of Scientology.
Link: https://longreads.com/2017/02/01/xenus-paradox-the-fiction-of-l-ron-hubbard/
Chopping Wood
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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Chopping Wood. Finer and finer, splintering into smithereens, she's complained, I'm merely stacking it, it needs to be chopped, chopped more, further, splintered into shivering kindling...
I oblige. I disagree, wood burns better as logs, the bigger the log, the longer it burns, but this is philosophy. Her preference is for the kindled log.
I try to get ahead, chop more wood, free up a morning or day to just laze in or attend other things, but the more I chop, the more they burn.
I do what meager woofing I can. And it is meager, I'm lazy, demotivated, I have an abundance of other things on my mind which aren't getting done. I'd rather be paying rent and living alone than living with the generous flexibility of "do what you can..." Because I can always do more. I can do great things...but I am here, in the woodshed of the Kootenays, I don't belong here, I am waiting my summons to greatness, I make my notes, work - sporadically, on my projects, meet her friends, her boyriend-not-boyfriend, friend, just friend, he seems a good guy. An equally dark sense of humour. Funny, flirtatious, (uh-oh, she knows), bright (enough), we get along.
Time passes.
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