Buh Log

Some year, huh.

This was a pretty quiet space this year. Spent most of it focusing on my dadly duties, listening to music, and trying to stay afloat. 

The 2017 Music review is here. (100 albums, favorite songs, favorite concerts etc), but thought it might be nice to share some of the other art that got me through this year (in no particular order).

  • 17776 - Jon Bois' stunning multimedia story about what football (and life) looks like in the distant future. An incredible exploration into the importance of games and what makes life worth living. 
  • The "Sleep With Me" podcast- dear Scooter talks to you in 1-2 hour chunks about nothing, guiding and helping you calm your mind and forget about the troubles of your day
  • The tweets of dril
  • The season finale of Nathan for You
  • The new Jack Handey book, Don't Stop The Deep Thoughts
  • The writing / story collections of Harpers magazine. The only thing I read consistently. 

Anyway, there was a lot more. I didn't watch really any movies this year, aside from some superhero blockbusters. Didn't read as much as I should have. Didn't excercise as much as I should have. Didn't write as much as I should have. Lots of room for improvement in the year to come. Probably also lots of incredible triumphs and unspeakable horrors. We'll all do our best to be here again this time next year.

Here's to all creatures great and small in 2018. 



Hey friends, I'm about to duck out for the weekend to a place with no internet, but before I do, let me finally get this out of the way:

My Favorite Tunes of 2016

Don't forget, music is good and keps us all sane. 

Otherwise, maybe 2017 will be a better year for this website than 2016 was. Not a lot happened, I was busy with more important things. Here's to all creatures great and small in 2017.


Star Wars

The moment: early June, 1999. The last day of eighth grade. After a brief ceremony (not really a graduation), we quickly transitioned into the first half-day of summer- the last summer before high school and all that came with it.

Brief Catch-Em Up

I'm gonna try and use this a little more. Life is bonkers and will only get moreso, I'll do my best to keep up and see what we can learn from it. 

  • Just wrapped up an amazing 10 show weekend at Bridgetown Comedy Festival, with very little sleep and more laughing and hamburgers (Neil and otherwise) than you can shake a stick at. Highlight was being loaded blindfolded onto a bus with 45 other people as a part of Kurt Braunohler's K-Ohle Podcast. Looking forward to seeing that go up on the web. Looking forward to sleep. 
  • We're about to embark on a summer-long vagrancy as the inside of our house is demolished and rebuilt, stronger. This week we'll be packing everything up and out, and then it's floating to friends houses, camping in the backyard, and maybe a camper trailer in the driveway if the stars align. I'll try and take some photos.
  • Still listening to hella music. Great new stuff from Young Fathers, The Tallest Man on Earth, and Mikal Cronin. Upcoming concerts: Mountain Goats, James McMurtry. 
  • 5 weeks into marathon training, race in mid August. Look for me on the roads.
  • Excited to add Andrew W.K.'s new podcast "America W.K. with Andrew W.K." into the listening list. Two episodes in, and it's just an hour and a half of him talking to himself about his pseudo-philosophical approach to life. On Glen Beck's radio network. Go figure, go get it.  

A Mystery, In Three Parts

Part 1: Mystery

Sometime in the Summer of 2008, I received a mysterious package in the mail.

It wasn't my birthday, but it was wrapped like a present. It was about 3 feet tall by 8 inches wide (probably was not cheap to mail), and it came from Woodland Hills, CA. The name listed on the address label was "Kuchta", a name which I had no context for, from a place I'd never heard of. The package contained two items. A handwritten note, which said something along the lines of "Was It Good For You?", and this painting:

And that's it. No context and absolutely no evidence that I could trace back to anyone I knew. Emily and I had recently moved into our apartment in NW Portland, and only a handful of people had our address. I distinctly remember double-checking to make sure that I hadn't put our new location up publicly on Facebook inadvertently. Because it was addressed to me personally, I ruled out accident, and because my address was a relative unknown, I ruled out a purely random act of "weirdness". The most baffling thing about it at the time was the apparent cost that it would require to mail it- I knew people who would play a trick like that on me, but it had to have cost $20 to ship, which pretty instantly rules out all of those people.

I used the tools I had to sleuth- I remember staring vacantly at a picture of the address on Google street view, looking for clues. My ex-girlfriend was the one person I knew living in Southern California, and (after some pondering) I reached out to her to see if she knew anything about it.

She did not.

I probably asked around a few likely suspects among my friends, feeling for leads but giving up pretty early when it was obvious they had no idea what I was talking about. Dejected, I wrote the address down in a notebook, and discarded the letter and wrapping paper.

The painting lived in the bathroom of our apartment for the next 8 months or so, and I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it when we moved to our house in January of 2009. Discarding the painting (creepy as it was) felt like giving up on a little mystery that in my heart I knew was worth solving. So it came with us.

I think it spent the first year or so propped up in our current bathroom, prior to a little remodel, and has lived in our basement since. In a stack of random art while Nathan occupied the basement bedroom, it graduated to leaning up against a wall in full view since we got married and kicked out the roomates. Every time I see it, an inspired confusion sets in. I don't like a joke that I'm not in on, especially one I know I would enjoy the punchline of, but I do love a puzzle. Time passes.

What I Been Up To

Recap since the last time I posted a blog-

I turfed out on Thailand blog, because I realized it was taking too much time and I wanted to be enjoying it. It was great. You can see all 700 photos on Flickr

Some other things that happened: Pickathon, a few weddings, Hood To Coast, Bumbershoot, a few shows here and there, and mostly just catching up with friends.

I spent a lot of September recapping my life through the music I listened to in preparation for my 30th birthday, and now you can see that all here

Last weekend I ran my second marathon in Boise and my legs are still sore.

There, we're caught up. 

Mostly I just wanted to update that I've still been adding 8 new albums per month to my Best of 2014. Here's a few that just went up:

  1. Bahamas- Bahamas is Afie. Amazing chillin folk rock. Saw this guy live last night and he destroyed. 
  2. King Tuff- Black Moon Spell. Probably the most purely "fun" album of the year so far?
  3. Hiss Golden Messenger- Lateness of Dancers. Kind of melancholy and unique songwriting but totally moving and beautiful folk. Captivating live.
  4. Zammuto- Anchor. Firmly establishing his place outside of the aftermath of The Books, kind of an organic / electronic funky jam. 

Great new stuff already out this month that I can't wait to put up as well from The Barr Brothers and Kevin Morby. Keep listening!


An Introduction to Bangkok

We woke up way too early for how little we had slept over the past day and a half. After an hour of debating the merits of the best way to get around on a sightseeing mission, we enjoyed a small but satisfying continental breakfast at our hotel, the Mode Sathorn. Located in the Silom district, the Sathorn is a very modern styled accomodation with a focus on class and fashion. They have a written (but in my experience un-enforced) dress code that prohibits shorts and flip flops in their bars / open areas, which seems extreme for what most visitors to Bangkok are going to be wearing.

Halfway Around The World

The trip here was simultaneously exhausting and uneventful. It took about 27 hours from when we left our house for the Airport to when we checked into our hotel in Bangkok. By the way- I was wrong about the way flying / time travel / daylight would work. I assumed we'd fly back out of the daylight and have darkness as we crossed the International Date Line, but actually we moved WITH the sun, as noon in Vancouver BC slowly became 5:00 pm or so in Guangzhou China. Perpetual daylight, for about 23 hours. If anything helped with the time transition, it was probably that.