Fish Pond Fish
What’s in a name? Back when Devon and I were courting and found ourselves (long story) in the Kenya’s Samburu Valley, she described a minor revelation that the place had […]
Author Archives: david pablo cohn
When Life Gives You Snow
[Warning: this whole dang post is basically a PIREP (pilot report) that will probably bore the socks off of anyone who’s not an aviation junkie.] The weather gods and calendar […]
Snowpocalypse, Part II
“It turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse.” -Riley, Buffy the Vampire Slayer I’ve never been in Fairbanks in the spring. Spring is the […]
An Anniversary Of Sorts
I’m not going to write about yesterday. Not going to write about how surprised I was to find myself shedding tears watching Jennifer Lopez sing Woody Guthrie on the Capitol […]
Small Dominions
I have come to realize that knowing a place – having walked it – gives me a small sense of dominion over it. That having wandered the streets of Punta […]
Newton’s First Law
I’m trying to remember the last time I had so much hesitation and anxiety around a trip. Anxiety, yes – like when heading off to Liberia to monitor an election […]
An Evolving Cast of Characters
The last time we had pigs on the farm was…not an optimal experience. It was a learning opportunity. It was a shining counterexample to the dictum that everything is either […]
Chop Wood, Carry Water
Of course we knew it wouldn’t be over on Nov 3rd. But I’ve been neglecting so many other things in my life while I dove head first into getting involved. […]
Keeping On Keeping On
Barack Obama came to me in a dream a few nights ago, gave me a high five and told me “You’ve got this.” Honestly, I’m not so sure. Part of […]
In Which Google Saves One Tiny Life (and possibly some vegetables)
A couple of days ago I was weeding the beets that I’m going to try to overwinter when a little black scurry dashed between the bits of pulled grass and […]
