Yes, I know. Typically a book is written first, then the movie is made based on the book (and the book is inevitably better), and in the process of making the movie, someone throws together a soundtrack from any music included in it. But in the case of Birding in the Face of Terror, the … Continue reading
In this scene, Pedro is alone, driving a bus from his home base in San Luis Obispo, CA to San Jose. This idea started to percolate a couple months ago when Nadia convinced me to try a Quaker meeting in Atascadero. Aside from their predominance in the history of Pennsylvania and their association with oatmeal, … Continue reading
We arrive back at Azucar Mountain Road, and turn onto its straighter, flatter track. We are about twenty minutes from the campground now. Bird #1 stands up and takes the bus microphone in her left hand, chewing the fingernails on her right. She queues the microphone but stalls. I wonder what is going through her … Continue reading
Bus 477 has been retracing its tire prints for a while. We climbed back nearly all the way to the ridge of the foothills on Route 33, and we are now turning east onto Azucar Mountain Road. The climb will continue for about twenty miles on a narrow switchback trail. We are just a stone’s … Continue reading
In this scene, the narrator, Pedro, has driven a busload of birdwatchers to a location among the oilfields of California’s southern Central Valley. He had a short night of sleep and a redeye departure before a long day ahead, so he is trying to get some rest in the back of the bus. “My eyes … Continue reading
“The last time we sought crisis intervention, a wacky Catholic woman at the counseling center gave us each a laminated card with Ephesians 4:26 printed on it: “Be angry, and sin not; let not the sun go down upon your wrath.” We were supposed to promise each other we would remember this verse and never … Continue reading
My name, you ask? You are dying to know, I can tell. For I have watched you. I have seen you warring against yourself since the beginning of time, spilling your own blood for the right to call me by the names of your choosing. Part of you has imagined me as legion, and built … Continue reading
How would our lives be different if we could weather the storms of tragedy and loss without fear? What if the fearlessness were not a result of isolation from others or insulation in false hope and comforting beliefs, but of full immersion in uncertainty, armed only with the knowledge and trust that what we perceive … Continue reading
“So what’s up with the new name?” Glad you asked. This project was originally called Fish Out Of Water, drawing upon a popular Christian image to reflect its origin in the time period around 2004 when I was wrestling with issues steeped in that particular tradition, namely my natural inclination toward the avatar we know … Continue reading
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