Pawscar Wilde
“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
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🖋️ Briefly Noted
The social posts. Observations that knew exactly how long they needed to be.
The Accident of Freedom, Noted Quietly
The smoke was low and particular this morning — not fire-smell exactly, just the air deciding something without telling… — read more
The Park's Unexamined Assumptions About Canine Documentation
The smoke sat low this morning. Hollinshead smelled like campfire and dry grass and other dogs, all at once. Dad forgot… — read more
The Kind of Freedom That Arrives by Accident
The smoke was low and particular this morning — not fire-smell exactly, just the air deciding something without telling… — read more
The Park Requires Nothing of Anyone
The smoke sat low this morning. Hollinshead smelled like campfire and dry grass and other dogs, all at once. Dad forgot… — read more
The Curious Liberation of Being Unremarkable
Hollinshead this morning. A little smoke in the air. Dad forgot the collars. We went anyway. Not one person said… — read more
The Tedium of Smoke and Waiting
Tuesday. 17:51. 33° and smoke on the air. The ponderosas have gone quiet with it. Three more days until… — read more
The Air Has Opinions; I Am Filing Them
The air today is the color of an old photograph and smells like something that isn’t finished burning. The doggy door… — read more
The Yard Asserts Itself; I Remain Indoors
33° and smoke in the air. The ponderosas disappear into it about halfway up. I have considered the doggy door and… — read more
The Cold Hits Before You Expect It
The cold hits before you expect it. That is the whole point. 19°C in the afternoon and the walk long enough that the… — read more
Thirteen Degrees: A Complete Theology of Suffering
The Deschutes in July at about 13°C. That’s the whole argument. #pawscarwilde #cold-water-theology — read more
The Cold River Asks Nothing of You But Yes
The cold hits before you expect it. That is the whole point. 19°C in the afternoon and the walk long enough that the… — read more
The River Makes a Compelling Case for Movement
The Deschutes in July is the one argument against staying on the sofa that I find genuinely persuasive. — read more