Posts from the ‘Food’ category

It’s Not Supposed To Be This Cold, Is It?

They call it unseasonable and unusual. In fact, what it is, is cold.

Decadence

I can appreciate decadence but it’s not something I’m personally known for. Tonight, though, my last on the mountain, this is dinner… Chunky peanut butter…

Patagonia, AZ

Over a dozen years ago, my friends Cliff & Linda moved from Cave Creek AZ to their dream house just a few miles from downtown…

A Night of Firsts

Brother Scott and Charlotte flew into Durango from Seattle via Twin Falls, ID for a visit last night. (And this morning at some point.) Firsts:…

About the author

In my adult life I’ve been called many things, but never cruel, inconsiderate, disinterested, selfish, thoughtless, lazy, cowardly, stupid or content.

For better and worse I’ve set my own path almost to the exclusion of others, and that path has lead me here. Which is to say, nowhere.

Nowhere’s not a bad place. It’s rife with possibilities, some entirely within my control and others random and unknowable.

I suppose such a statement could apply to anyone. In most Western nations, though, where the rule is to be physically, psychologically, intellectually and/or spiritually somewhere – often somewhere very specific or even pre-ordained – safe, and feigned contentment, dominate. (Not you, of course.)

The choices I’ve made, the roads I’ve taken and the roads that have taken me have conspired to lead me nowhere.

I’ll try nowhere now.

marklipsky.com

Notes from Nowhere

Posts from the ‘Food’ category

It’s Not Supposed To Be This Cold, Is It?

Decadence

Patagonia, AZ

A Night of Firsts