perfect imperfections

  We have never managed to conclusively nail down the circumference of a circle. Our best scientific minds and our fastest computers, after centuries of effort, are still unable to come up with a definitive number that identifies pi, much beyond the very...

I hate Christmas

  I hate Christmas. Ok.  I said it. I hate the very idea of decorating our homes, with bright, shimmering lights, in the middle of Fall. Yes, Fall. Feel free to hate me at the very core of my ignorance but I am just not ready to inundate my senses with all...

green grass and gas

  Sometimes the grass looks a bit lusher and has a somewhat stronger hint of green, but it is always hiding on the other side. It doesn’t matter where we are, where we go, or where we look; someone else, something else, somewhere else, seems so much better as a...

hiding in plain sight

  When it comes to having dreams, we always raise our hands in excitement.  When it comes time to buying the shovel and spade, and doing the work, the numbers noticeably dwindle.  When it’s time to finish what we started, and be finally done with our...

the beginning of the end

  I have been searching my soul this week, wondering where all this is going.  By the end of this December, which is quickly approaching, I intend to organize and edit everything I have written so far, and turn it into a book. I believe Diggin’ Ditches is...

infinite possibilities

  I have been dreaming in my sleep lately, which is quite unusual.  It’s unusual because I rarely dream.  It takes my unconscious directors, months, if not years, between each screening of her carefully crafted spindles of film. I know I...