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Death in the Family

18 August 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

Wandering out of the cabin a couple weeks ago in the middle of the afternoon, with the generator running, music blaring, and having been working with my power tools for hours, I was more than surprised to stumble right into a bear.

Well, stumble into is a vague exaggeration, but 10' from the deck feels like a real hand shake given we could have been competing with the bridge crew for a noise pollution award.

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Mathematics

18 August 2012 | Category: Building | Author: Clare

Part of me wishes I had studied Mathematics at University.

The sensible part of my brain understands that would have rendered me even less likely to be able to live remotely as I do now.

Still, as a subject it is fascinating. Particularly the more advanced math, any substantial knowledge of which I do not have. But the concepts that you read about that occupy the periphery of mathematical science border on philosophy, and are fascinating.

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Shifting Seasons

18 August 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

The seasons change here with incredible definition.

In high resolution, with no ambiguity, like the sheer cliffs of Scotland. There is no gentle topography, no graduating slopes to introduce you to the ocean, just sheer rock face.

There is land, and then there is sea.

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Carpentry

18 August 2012 | Category: Building | Author: Clare

Having already built stairs to the cabin and the deck, I had put off the stairs to the loft for one reason or another, but not because I anticipated the inordinate amount of time they were going to take, or the inherent complexity.

But wanting to push the domestic scene forward a notch, finally throwing up an interior wall, and finishing the ceiling under the loft, it was finally time to tackle the stairs.

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Tied up in Music

18 August 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

I told someone not so long ago that music to me was my way of expressing myself. A solitary practice that I was unwilling, or unable to share with other people.

Sadly I learned the classical way, and as a consequence was tied to a methodology that did not reflect the full range of complexities of the human character to which you would hope to give voice.

Perhaps more succintly the irregularity of emotions do not fit necessarily into the staunched classical interpretation of musical training. The adherence to mathematical musical formula, phraseology and tone.

Interesting thought.

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