Meadow - Blog Posts

I've often mentioned how I find it hard to write at night.

It happened.

I'm pretty sure I've already talked about it before on th meis blog, but a topic I constantly think about is this idea of "consumers vs. producers".

Today we came back from the beach.

Woah, this is the twentieth wordvomit in a row!

New Year is an excellent occasion to look both behind and ahead, an opportunity to ground ourselves in where we are right now.

Today's warm up exercise ended up being "cute" so I'm including it here (with some formatting).

These days I've been wondering about my irritability.

Still at the beach today, and it seems we'll stay here at least until Saturday.

Due to unexpected circumstances, we ended up coming to the beach again.

Today, I again find myself hesitating to write, but contrary to previous days, it's not because I'm waiting for a good idea, but for an appropriate frame of mind.

Lately I've been thinking about the narrative trope of the smart man who becomes dumb.

Yesterday I mentioned how I've been feeling like I care more about these “vomits” after moving them over to my main blog.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house two boys were stirring and banging pots and running around like crazy apes.

Whoo, this is the first double-digit entry!

As I sit here, I wonder whether there's actually such a thing as a good frame of mind to write, or whether any "frame" is appropriate.

Last (and final) updated 2026-02-16 Sorry forgot to update this saying that we finally have a resolution.

As I write this, I'm in the waiting room of the dermatologist, ready for my appointment.

Apple tree, cherry blossom, orange tree, dermatologist. … Well, that last one seems pretty obvious.

Part of me really doesn’t feel like writing today’s entry, but at the same time I’ve sort of been thinking about it ever since I woke up!

Today marks the end of our beautiful time at the beach.

It's only the third day, and I'm already starting to feel the “limits” of this commitment I've taken.

This is the first real actual wordvomit for my new goal.

Hi :) so I’ve been really inspired lately to do wordvomits in the same vein as Visa does.

Last week, my oldest son (3y/o) and I discovered that we both enjoy playing football passes (football soccer that is).

George puffed on his pipe, the aroma of strong tobacco slowly filling the chilly morning air.

I sometimes feel that what I'm doing here is building a fortress out of words.

Yesterday while I was away from home my glasses broke where the bridge attaches to the right ring.

One of my favorite authors of all time is Ray Bradbury.

I've been using piclog.blue for some months now and I really love it.

I've had this idea going around my head for a while that the infinite monkeys writing Shakespeare are not really, in fact, writing Shakespeare.

I've been listening to a book called On Writing, by Stephen King.

This week, my wife and kids went to visit my sister-in-law who lives at the beach, meaning I've had an inordinate amount of time for myself.

The following is an excerpt from The Heart is Noble by Ogyen Trinley Dorje (the 17th Karmapa).

I've been working on a new personal project for some months now.

This evening I tried giving my dog some of her epilepsy medicine, but she just didn't want to take it.

Flocking towards the water Pulled by currents we do not see All joined in a sacred dance we do not understand Look at the sun, going beyond the sea The beat of a wing The lapping of water Sirens in the distance A calm surface All pilgrims, baptized by t…

Something I've been thinking about a lot these days is love.

Yesterday, while driving back home, I had the realization that I should love all the things I usually don't love about myself.

This morning, my niece (11) shared with me her ideas for a story she wants to write.

Yesterday, I took my father-in-law's car to a lube center at a mall where we had some other errands to run.

I've seen this Blog Question Challenge going around for a while now, and recently Brandon was nice enough to challenge me!

Lately, my son has been obsessed with asking us to tell him stories.

For the past month or so, I've been trying to craft (for it is an act of craftsmanship) a morning routine for myself.

Woke up pretty early today, around 4:30 AM, and didn’t manage to go back to sleep.

So yeah, hi.

I finally started reading The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle.

Yesterday, around 1:30 AM, I woke up with a feeling that I needed to vomit.

I was going through my Obsidian notes and noticed that there are a couple of almost-finished posts that are actually quite good—more than a couple, in fact.

I use a lot of emojis when I write (especially chat), and it has always struck me as interesting that most people around me don’t.