I’m currently reading Sea of Glory, an account of the 1838 U.S. Exploring Expedition, watching The Terror (a fictionalized version of Franklin’s doomed 1845 Northwest Passage expedition), drawing Shackleton’s ship Endurance trapped in the Antarctic ice, writing a guide to historical nautical disasters for fiction writers, and, at the moment, using a copy of Sea History magazine as a fan in the heat

I’m going to be 26 in four days, which is really making me think about where I am in my life. I’ve still got a lot to work on, but I think I’m both happier and better at being an adult human than I was when I moved out west four years ago.

being a millennial who works in the arts/nonprofit field in Seattle and who grew up with parents who, among other incredibly hippie things, met most of their close friends through the Green-Rainbow Party of Massachusetts makes it unsettlingly easy to forget not that conservatives exist (who, truly, could forget them right now), but that centrists do

my time travel bucket list, in no particular order:

  • Victor Hugo (argue with)
  • Dante Gabriel Rossetti (model for)
  • Freeman Tilden (learn interpretation from)
  • Gerald Durrell (catch animals with)
  • Hiroshi Yoshida (learn printmaking from)
  • Ernst Haeckel (fangirl at, lbr)
  • John James Audubon (paint with)
  • John Muir (go hiking with)
  • Apsley Cherry-Garrard (ask about Antarctica, offer sympathy to)