Almost two years ago, just a few days before the winter solstice, I was mucking out the sheep shed at one of the farms I worked for when I received news via a text message that I was going to be ...
I mentioned here back in December that I was working on a new project, Into the Ruins, which is a new deindustrial science fiction journal. What’s deindustrial science fiction, you ask? Simply ...
Piggy backing off my previous post, I’m happy to announce that I now have a blog set up at the Into the Ruins website. At this point, I don’t know how often I’ll be updating it, but I’d l...
I’m happy to announce a new project of mine, Into the Ruins, a quarterly journal publishing science fiction of a deindustrial or post-industrial bent. The journal is inspired by John Michael Gr...
https://ofthehands.com/2015/12/07/into-the-ruins-a-deindustrial-science-fiction-journal/
I admit to a love of this world, in all its mess, complexity, pain, and challenge. It tries me at times, but I love it. As often as in its joy, I find my love in its pain and challenges. This isn...
On Tuesday, a little after noon, I sat in the kitchen at one of the farms I work for, eating alone and browsing the tomato section of a Territorial seed catalog. Tomatoes, as it happens, are a si...
https://ofthehands.com/2014/01/09/a-new-years-plan-looking-inward/
For a time there, I had it figured out. Okay, that’s only half true. For a time there, I felt comfortable. There have been moments during the last year when I felt at peace, in a good place, co...
https://ofthehands.com/2013/12/14/a-discomfiting-upward-movement/
When I was young, I killed a possum. It’s my earliest memory of killing an animal. That’s not surprising, as I don’t have many instances of killing animals to remember. I loved animals as a...
I’ve always cared about justice and the proper way to live in the world. My specific beliefs around these ideals have changed and morphed over time, but they always have been a concern for me. ...
An entry in The Household Economy I wrote in March about The Long Game—the slow assimilation of knowledge and experience and the increased making of my own living each year. I wrote of my hopes...