It's a remarkably snowy afternoon here in Stumptown, perfect for a PETA snowball fight or an unconscionably polluting wood fire. (I'd also suggest cuddling, heavy petting, and so very much more but I try not to go there during a dry spell while I've no one to go there with).
But here I am doing what I love the most and do the best: making radio in the kitchen with Dinah, a.k.a. studio engineer Steve Kray, the beating heart of OPB and the rhythm guy for Lockboxx.
We're tracking and mixing #3 and #4 in my American Moxie series for NPR, my last pieces as a senior correspondent. My last pieces ever? EVER? No freaking way, can't be. Maybe the last piece that I'm paid well for, but to think "last piece" is to close a door I am unwilling to even acknowledge.
No door here, just an open-air cabana with views into the jungle...where I hope to be as soon as I can catch a flight. I'm thinking the Osa Peninsula of Costa Rica.
But here I am doing what I love the most and do the best: making radio in the kitchen with Dinah, a.k.a. studio engineer Steve Kray, the beating heart of OPB and the rhythm guy for Lockboxx.
We're tracking and mixing #3 and #4 in my American Moxie series for NPR, my last pieces as a senior correspondent. My last pieces ever? EVER? No freaking way, can't be. Maybe the last piece that I'm paid well for, but to think "last piece" is to close a door I am unwilling to even acknowledge.
No door here, just an open-air cabana with views into the jungle...where I hope to be as soon as I can catch a flight. I'm thinking the Osa Peninsula of Costa Rica.
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