HeyJaredThe Luminist
A weekly column on noticing reality, rather than the stories our minds and culture like to spin.
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What makes our houses feel like home. (opens the original)
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Dear reader -I’m taking my newfound freedom and my broken-potato-chip brain to the Rockies for some R&R. I’ll watch the aspen leaves turn while giving my day pack and hiking shoes a pilgrim-esque workout.In lieu of a new post, I’m sharing an exploration of what home means to me that I wrote for ’s Substack about the Treehouse. I hope it makes you think about what home means to you.If that’s not your bag — peace! I’ll see you next week. We are getting shockingly close to 200 p
#196: The Lives of Others (USA edition). (opens the original)
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When I travel to foreign countries, I notice things. The slight pull-back of a Norwegian’s shoulders that indicates I’ve invaded their personal space. How I get mysteriously taller whenever I journey from Scandinavia to Amsterdam to London. The NASA logo on locals’ t-shirts, no matter where in the world I am. (Honestly still baffled by this one.) But a recent no-passport-required boondoggle through eight states and three airports showed me just how much there is to notice in the US of A. As I pl
#195: Colorado Springs. (opens the original)
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“I hope the blade is long enough!” The maintenance man lifted his tattoo-covered arm to adjust his safety glasses, their ends tucked snugly underneath his skull cap. He smoothed down his Rip Van Winkle beard, then started up his hand-held circular saw with a vhrrrrrrrrrrr . “Stand back, we’re gonna make some sparks!” he said without looking at me, locked in on his task with little boy glee. I laughed and slunk a few steps backward in the hotel hallway with that combo feeling of wanting to be par
#194: Music. (opens the original)
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It’s 6:30am, and I’m doing soggy laps around Audubon Park, the Fahrenheit scale just shy of triple digits. You can’t quite fry an egg, but steaming spinach is a distinct possibility. The pond’s ducks look like they could be in a Natural-History-Museum diorama, floating completely stationary thanks to the thick, pea green algae carpeting the water’s surface. Crape Myrtle blossoms break loose from their branches and hang in the air like suspended confetti. Gravity may be a natural law on earth, bu
#193: What makes memories last? (opens the original)
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I stood over the Treehouse sink, upside-down quart of milk in my hand, feeling the flimsy sides bulging and contracting as the 2% glub-glub-glubbed out. I wiped the splatters and tossed the container into the recycling, the last evidence of my daughter’s summer stay at home with me, disappearing down the drain. We packed it all in this summer, which is the last before her senior year of college. Trips downtown for sushi, to the mall for shopping, to the Outer Banks for a last hurrah. We chattere
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