by Tim Girvin | May 19, 2007 | Diary
The high wind Right now, it’s raining and the wind is coming through the trees in a high rushing; and I’m re-minded of something I experienced yesterday, in standing out side, listening. From off to the west, two ravens chortled their bell-like croaks and...
by Tim Girvin | May 9, 2007 | Diary
I suppose that, in a way, it begins with this. Ants. And I always had a great love of them. Not sure that my Dad does. He’s had a problem with ants at his house. And so that’s a little understandable. But for me, ants in whatever form, are interesting. And...
by Tim Girvin | May 3, 2007 | Diary
I’d always wanted to head to the Everglades. And given the presence of my eldest daughter, living there, a client, a conference, seemed like a good idea to see about heading out there. Also: airboats. I wanted to see what that was all about. I drove. These...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 22, 2007 | Diary
How many x’s do you see? Heading to NYC this morning, working all by myself in the office there, till Wednesday when Christina will be arriving to help me with the opening encounters for Capezio — all day. Thursday night I’ll be heading to Miami, to...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 20, 2007 | Diary
Home, the metaphor and global warming. What message, found? Walking around meditations of world-warming, place, home. And where the heart is, shall be… I can relate to this. And I can pretty much relate to everything that Mary Oliver offers. I’ve...
by Tim Girvin | Apr 15, 2007 | Diary
For about a month, actually, maybe a half year, I’d sorted aside a collection of cups that piled up in a pyramidal arrangement at my house. I’ve got one house, and it’s not in Seattle, it’s in the San Juans. And that’s where I live,...
