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Ride the Lightning

I met Metallica once. It wasn’t much to brag about – it was a festival meet-and-greet that I didn’t earn or really appreciate – but it’s a card I sometimes pull out to fast-track connection with a certain demographic of acquaintance. I was maybe fifteen and, though I was only really familiar with them by… Read More »Ride the Lightning

Abandoned trails

I was out walking the other day, thinking about my lack of expertise. Wondering what the thing I would talk about would be if I had to spontaneously give a talk. And thinking it might be horses, because I niched down enough there to be uncommon in my knowledge, even though it’s remained dusty on… Read More »Abandoned trails

Speciesism

When a horse is either excited or nervous, you can tell. They prance, each step springing upwards more than outwards, nostrils flared, neck arched, tail high, hind-quarters primed for action. The distinction between excitement and anxiety, like for us, is more about context than physiology, so you can’t necessarily tell the difference unless you have… Read More »Speciesism