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2019.02.18 : Here I Am

"Life is precious, and I live in the world."... (read more)

2015.08.28 : Happy Suckiversary

Rather gobsmackingly, today marks the 20th anniversary of the very first column on Suck.com.... (read more)

2010.01.01 : Arise and Be
All That You Dreamed

"So sleep tonight, we'll sleep dreamlessly this time / When we awake we'll know that everything's alright... (read more)

2007.07.13 : Climbing the Walls

I'm pretty sure I'm going to be listening to this song over and over for the rest of my life. The rest of my life. In any moments when I can't actually be listening to it, it will be playing in my head. Forever. And ever.... (read more)

2007.01.20 : Mirror on the Soul
Plus Direly Random Smack: S1Ws vs SW3s
And Also A Bit on Blenders

"The wing of melancholia flicks at me today, perhaps because I have learnt nothing new here, perhaps because of my bad night, perhaps because of my dreams." - Graham Greene, Congo journal... (read more)

2006.09.30 : Brief Epilogue

The storm ended by morning; but my train home was from Falmouth, in three days time, and I wasn't planning on taking another step until then. I spent those three days - and three nights - in tiny little Coverack. I came to know it rather well.... (read more)

2006.09.24 : 2006.09.24
Pt I : One For Sorrow
Pt II : Praa Sands
Including My Long-Promised Jeremiad Against Camping on Long-Distance Walks

It had stormed overnight. I got up, crawled out of the tent, and moved the now-even-more-soaked travel towel from the fence (where it had been "drying") to an actual clothes dryer in the main building. I then broke camp, stowed my pack, and hoofed it into town... (read more)

2006.05.29 : When All Else Fails Go Up To Kensington Gardens and Shoot Waterfowl in the Long Lazy Late Springtime Dusk

"'I know what's wrong with him now,' said the doctor. 'He had a dream and it's come true. What gives an ideal beauty is that it's unattainable. The gods laugh when men get what they want.'" - W. Somerset Maugham... (read more)

2006.05.15 : What To Do Next (Again)

Why is it, actually, that May always seems to find me broken up and depressed and alone and melancholy? It's a striking pattern.... (read more)

2005.05.30 : The Loose End

Yesterday I woke up and it was all over and everyone was gone.... (read more)

2005.05.26 : Day N+1 - Home, Snively
Robin Hood's Bay -> London

Morning in Robin Hood's Bay. I stretched, yawned, and looked out the window beside my bed. Then I yawned and stretched again.... (read more)

2005.05.25 : Day 14 - The End of the Tour
Grosmont -> Robin Hood's Bay

So, nothing like the best single night's sleep ever (as mentioned yesterday), before the last day of the longest walk of your life. We awoke in the clean, pretty, quiet, sunny room together, and rolled over and stretched and yawned languorously and finally roused ourselves to go downstairs for, oh yes, another ass-kicking breakfast.... (read more)

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	Dispatches tagged as: melancholy (12) 2019.02.18 : Here I Am "Life is precious, and I live in the world."... (read more) 2015.08.28 : Happy Suckiversary Rather gobsmackingly, today marks the 20th anniversary of the very first column on Suck.com.... (read more) 2010.01.01 : Arise and Be All That You Dreamed "So sleep tonight, we'll sleep dreamlessly this time / When we awake we'll know that everything's alright... (read more) 2007.07.13 : Climbing the Walls I'm pretty sure I'm going to be listening to this song over and over for the rest of my life. The rest of my life. In any moments when I can't actually be listening to it, it will be playing in my head. Forever. And ever.... (read more) 2007.01.20 : Mirror on the Soul Plus Direly Random Smack: S1Ws vs SW3s And Also A Bit on Blenders "The wing of melancholia flicks at me today, perhaps because I have learnt nothing new here, perhaps because of my bad night, perhaps because of my dreams." - Graham Greene, Congo journal... (read more) 2006.09.30 : Brief Epilogue The storm ended by morning; but my train home was from Falmouth, in three days time, and I wasn't planning on taking another step until then. I spent those three days - and three nights - in tiny little Coverack. I came to know it rather well.... (read more) 2006.09.24 : 2006.09.24 Pt I : One For Sorrow Pt II : Praa Sands Including My Long-Promised Jeremiad Against Camping on Long-Distance Walks It had stormed overnight. I got up, crawled out of the tent, and moved the now-even-more-soaked travel towel from the fence (where it had been "drying") to an actual clothes dryer in the main building. I then broke camp, stowed my pack, and hoofed it into town... (read more) 2006.05.29 : When All Else Fails Go Up To Kensington Gardens and Shoot Waterfowl in the Long Lazy Late Springtime Dusk "'I know what's wrong with him now,' said the doctor. 'He had a dream and it's come true. What gives an ideal beauty is that it's unattainable. The gods laugh when men get what they want.'" - W. Somerset Maugham... (read more) 2006.05.15 : What To Do Next (Again) Why is it, actually, that May always seems to find me broken up and depressed and alone and melancholy? It's a striking pattern.... (read more) 2005.05.30 : The Loose End Yesterday I woke up and it was all over and everyone was gone.... (read more) 2005.05.26 : Day N+1 - Home, Snively Robin Hood's Bay -> London Morning in Robin Hood's Bay. I stretched, yawned, and looked out the window beside my bed. Then I yawned and stretched again.... (read more) 2005.05.25 : Day 14 - The End of the Tour Grosmont -> Robin Hood's Bay So, nothing like the best single night's sleep ever (as mentioned yesterday), before the last day of the longest walk of your life. We awoke in the clean, pretty, quiet, sunny room together, and rolled over and stretched and yawned languorously and finally roused ourselves to go downstairs for, oh yes, another ass-kicking breakfast.... (read more)