When the alarm woke us to step outside, we expected a cloud cover considering that we’d had a rainy afternoon into the early evening. Instead, we found the sky crystal-clear and the Blood Moon just ten minutes away from the maximum extent the eclipse was going to impact the lunar mass hovering high overhead. While our inclination had been to skip the event, we, somewhat reluctantly, gave into the nerdy desire to catch this celestial occurrence and are the happier for it. My only wish would be that I would have prepped earlier by setting my camera up on a tripod instead of needing to take nearly 30 photos before I finally got this decent shot that was handheld using a 200mm lens, 3200 ISO, f/2.8, at about 1/8th of a second.
Academy Award Shorts
It’s not often that Caroline and I spend nearly 9 hours drifting between theaters, but when we do, you can be assured it’s for the Academy Award Shorts. Not participating with local media, it can be tricky to catch when local events are happening, but here we were, having caught sight of that time of year when the animated, documentary, and live-action shorts up for Academy Award consideration are bundled together and screened over an entire day.
You might ask, what does this photo of a mall have to do with movies? Well, let me tell you. Harkins at Fashion Square Mall in Scottsdale is where we took in these movies, and between the groupings of five films, we’d walk around the mall. I’m not going to attempt to review 15 films, especially after a great start with the animated films, each a winner, only to crash into the documentaries where we watched a man die on the street and deal with another going to his execution in a Texas prison and finally a film from a survivor of the Parkland, Florida, mass school shooting. The best part of it all, during the animated films, we were warned about sexually mature content that arrived in the form of a minuscule puppet penis, but when the documentaries rolled, there was no warning that we’d watch a man bleed out. In America, penis is too provocative, while a man dying in the street is just part of the violence to which we should be numb.
Wife Makes a Thing
Regular visitors to my website will recognize this as that woman I brag about who completes my life. She is the proverbial cherry on top that punctuates my sense of well-being. I’ve had the amazingly great fortune of gazing into that face for 36 years, and without hyperbole or exaggeration, I still smile every day at because of how cute, sweet, and affectionate I find what it shows me. But we are not here for me to gush about my love for Caroline. Nope, I’m here taking note of the thing she made, that being the knitted vest she’s wearing. While the impression might be that she selflessly toils away at making handmade socks for me, on rare occasions, she has been known to make a thing for herself.
[The yarn for this vest came from Navajo churro sheep, raised on the Navajo Nation by the Diné-led Rainbow Fiber Co-op. Link to project/pattern on Ravelry – Caroline]
WeBe Coffee Roasters
My last post mentioned my writing progress and my excuse for why sharing on my blog has been sporadic. Well, it turns out that when I’m in town, most mornings witness me wearing my wannabe author hat at the WeBe Coffee Roasters. Today, they celebrated their 2nd anniversary, which, while not conducive to writing, was a great opportunity to meet all the regulars on one day and introduce Caroline to many of those people I distract myself with from writing as my social life occasionally takes center stage.
The illustration of WeBe Coffee in the background is from Aileen Martinez, who sketched the place and added it to her 2025 calendar, while the inset sketch is from the collaborative Faux-To Booth that she and Jef Caine operate to produce these lovely drawings.
Word Obsessed in Duncan
This throwaway post is only being added to my blog due to the recent dearth of posts. The photo of the agate is absolutely horrible, my apologies. It was taken with my phone in poor light, and no amount of Lightroom surgery could save it. You see, I’m making an effort to backfill something or other so that in the years to come, as I look back to 2025, I can better understand why, in comparison to other years that were filled with various activities, sights, and observations, there were extended periods of nothingness.
Once again, I’d found myself out east in Duncan, Arizona, for a week of working on my novel. My focus has been so keen as not to allow distraction, aside from my crippling weakness that allows conversations to rule my life, at moments, for hours at a time. Other than that, and occasionally watching some stupid streaming short videos, I write with an intention that is admirable (to me), though that comes with no small neglect of everything else; just ask my wife. Fortunately, she’s familiar with these episodes of compulsive behavior/disorder I occasionally exhibit.
My reason for visiting the remote small town of Duncan is to refine my focus and minimize the chance for distraction, which mostly works until moments like this morning when I took the photo of the agate an Austrian professor showed me. He and a couple of traveling companions were scouring the desert and hills of the area, looking for more agates (this one had been purchased from a local rock shop). The guy is also an author of more than a few textbooks about agates and jasper, though geology is not what he teaches. Lucky me, they were in a hurry to get out again so I could return to my matter at hand, writing.
I’m setting this post’s date to January 31st, when I was in Duncan, to update readers of my writing activities, but today, as I’m writing this, it is March 8th. As I said above, this is a backfill. So, what can I tell you? I’m approaching three novels worth of material while believing I’m somewhere between a third and halfway done. Since it is a draft, I’m well aware I might end up paring much during the editing process, but the book currently stands at 707 pages and just under 280,000 words. It has a title, but I’m not ready to share that.
Regarding a completion date, since January 2024 through today, 272 of those 428 days have been spent writing this book, meaning, on average, I write a pittance of only 1029 words a day. If I’m correct about my estimation of its ultimate length, it will take approximately 359 more days of penning the draft before I can turn to editing. Writing this in black and white is a sobering thought, leaving me with questions about my mental health and wondering if I have the endurance to finish such a task.
Not Shakespeare’s Macbeth
After a nearly five-year wait, my Macbeth Eurorack synthesizer combo is complete. In April 2020, within a brief five or ten-minute window of being able to order before they sold out, I managed to snag a spot on the waiting list for a very rare offering of an updated X-Series MKII Oscillator and Filter from maestro of custom synthesizer manufacturing, Ken Macbeth. In October 2023, I was notified by Schneidersladen in Berlin, Germany, that I had a number of days to wire the funds to their bank or lose my hold on the oscillator. I have to say, I wanted to be reluctant as there was no certainty that the filter would ever be completed, and I seriously wanted the pair. I paid anyway, and less than a week later, the oscillator arrived at my front door.
Exactly a week ago, I received the invoice for the hoped-for filter; it was finally ready to ship. Fifteen minutes later, the money was wired to Berlin, and that shipment was sent the next day. It arrived in the U.S. by Thursday, but a snowstorm in Kentucky kept it there until UPS could deliver it to Arizona on Sunday and then to me today. This brings me to over 20 oscillator voices to play with, and there’s not one I’d part with, as each has its unique tonal qualities, but the warm depth of the Macbeth combo is unsurpassed.
In other news, yesterday was our 31st anniversary, and Happy New Year.