Dark Sentiments Season 9 — Day 19: Good Night Sweet Molly

| October 19, 2018

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” ~ Will Rogers We were saddened to learn yesterday morning that our Dear and Esteemed Friend Julian, who you will know to be a regular commenter here and of whom I have previously written, is mourning the […]

Dark Sentiments Season 9 — Day 11: Willie and the Bear

| October 11, 2018

“Tare” is the weight of an empty vessel. That should be all you need to know to understand the intent of its use here. Weighing Out the Tare By LFM As day begins, the Warrior doth lay his weapons out, Then, unaccoutred, stands he there, whilst cleansing soul of doubt. His code, his tools, he […]

Dark Sentiments Season 9 — Day 6: The Ravens

| October 6, 2018

“I have always felt a comradeship with Ravens and Crows, and fortunately for me, the feeling appears to be reciprocated.” ~ The Strange Case of the Caller at the Library Window You may recall that I feel compelled to write about Ravens and Crows periodically. For example, there’s A Choir of Crows, The Strange Case […]

Dark Sentiments Season 9 — Day 1: What Ho and Well Met!

| October 1, 2018

“… let not us that are squires of the night’s body be called thieves of the day’s beauty. Let us be Diana’s foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon, and let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, […]

Musings on a Birthday, Life, and the Squeezing of Balloons

| September 3, 2018

Goode Reader, I flatter myself in the expectation that my absence here of late may have been noted with some modicum of longing for my return, and should you find yourself in the throes of such paroxysms I cry, fear not! This time of year calls upon my personal, creative, and professional energies on a […]

Masculinity is a Guided Hunt

| July 28, 2018

When last we spoke, it was on the subject of Masculinity and Rites of Passage through the personal experience of soloing an airplane. In case the point eluded some of you, the instrument of transformation — the airplane — didn’t actually need to be what it was. It didn’t hurt in teaching a young Man […]

Masculinity and Rites of Passage

| July 21, 2018

One fulsome morning in the late autumn of my 16th year, I was a student pilot at the controls of a Piper PA-28 “Cherokee” in the afterglow of the rollout from what had to be the best landing I’d ever accomplished. That took an epiphanous turn when I heard my Flight Instructor telling me to […]

Sometimes That Is Your Circus, and Those Are Your Monkeys

| April 15, 2018

I first met Katherine (Kat) Finck back before the turn of the century in my capacity as an épée coach with the South Shore Duellists Fencing Club where I had the great pleasure both of fencing her, and contributing in my own small way to cultivation of her innate killer instincts. Of all the firsts […]

A Long Winter’s Night — 2017 Edition: Day 5

| December 25, 2017

The best of everything from us to all of you who matter. The rest we’ll fall upon without mercy in a snow storm before Spring, as I’ve promised the Dogs. Anyway, whether you’re on our naughty or nice list, you know who you are. Yet glorious day, the Solstice comes With casting off of dooms! […]

A Long Winter’s Night — 2017 Edition: Day 4

| December 24, 2017

Someone most of us here have enjoyed the benefit of “knowing” since our childhood embarks on another perilous journey tonight, and few have every paused to consider the strategic, tactical, and logistical realities of a Grand Mission that, done half-assed, could end up being Nick’s last ride. He’s been at this a while so it […]