As a 12-year old driving tractors and other heavy equipment (legally), I yearned to operate the farm’s new 215hp John Deere 8440. At the time, I was relegated to an old workhorse, the 121hp 5020, but at least it was still Deere Green. The 8440 was my dream machine. Eight wheeled, 4WD, with articulated steering in the middle of the chassis that facilitated unparalleled traction and a tight turning radius, both needed for crop farming in the often wet and relatively small fields of Northwest Washington State.Years later, on my first job off the farm in Frankfurt (Metallgesellschaft), dreams of Deere Green, merged with BMW Yellow and Porsche White. Since initially driving those cars in Germany in 1989, BMW and Porsche have continued to reinforce their brand promise around precise design and engineering, manufacturing cars that produce “sheer driving pleasure.” This is strikingly similar to John Deere’s brand statement of “Nothing Runs Like a Deere.”

As a child, I remember looking down my nose at the farmers who dared drive International Harvester Red. While I’ve been on several fun trips to Italy as an adult, Ferrari Red just reminds me of those poor blokes driving Harvester tractors (aka Case IH).

My daily driver has a Harman Kardon Logic7 stereo system, with 7 mid-range speakers, 4 tweeters and 2 sub-woofers. Listening to music that has been encoded for surround sound is a wondrous experience. In the driver’s seat I am completely engulfed in the sound envelope. It feels like Neo jumping into the body of Agent Smith in The Matrix.

Finding good surround sound music has not been easy. One place to start is R&S Records, specifically this album from chill-out dubstep artist James Blake (“The Whilhelm Scream”) and his guitarist, Airhead (“Wait”). Please post your surround sound music suggestions.


You’d think that being tall (6’8″) would prepare me, at least a little, for the fear of heights. My worst fear? Jumping off a cliff and swinging on a large rope swing such as this one in Moab, UT. Unbeknownst to me there is a word for this fear.

Avecophobia is the combination of:
- Aviophobia – fear of flying
- Aeroacrophobia- fear of open high places
- Acrophobia- fear of heights

The only thing positive thing about this video is the soundtrack.

This past December we stayed at a friend’s house in Kāʻanapali. The weather was a sunny 80 degrees, so our 4-year old son Soren spent the first three hours of every day in the pool. He is of Norwegian descent (the strong-willed half!), eats Lutefisk (or would eat it if his parents allowed the stuff into the house!), and loves swimming, so we call him our little viking.

I credit my parents with my love of art, music and history. In 1980 my parents gave me a cello, the same cello I play to this day. In 1987 my parents took my brothers and I to visit the cathedrals, museums and castles of Europe. Collecting art, I suppose, is a natural extension of my upbringing.

This encaustic painting of young Napoleon was done by Tony Scherman, a leading Canadian painter. It is one of two Scherman pieces we own. The other is a portrait of Charlotte Corday who was executed for the assassination of Jean-Paul Marat during the French Revolution. Scherman (born 1950) is particularly well-known for his cycle of Napoleon portraits and French Revolution paintings and he is considered one of the most successful contemporary practitioners of encaustic painting.

Our own little piece of heaven is a beach cabin we call “Kon-Tiki” on the southwestern coast of Fidalgo Island. The cabin faces west towards Whidbey Island, between Dead Man’s Island and Hope Island.

Kon-Tiki was the raft used by Norwegian explorer Thor Heyerdahl in his 1947 expedition across the Pacific Ocean. It was named after the Inca sun god for whom “Kon-Tiki” was said to be an old name.

I’ve always been fascinated by how people throughout history have named structures, though I’ve never wanted my own surname on a building. I suppose one reason is that I find it somewhat egotistical. Yet another reason is that my family name is already (over)used here in the Pacific Northwest: the Benson Hotel and the Benson Tower, both in Portland. Naming the structures of my life with some inherent meaning, rather than my surname, seems to fit better with my ethos.

I’ve been thinking about our vacation to Ballyvaughn in the summer of 2005. We stayed in a friend’s home there for a week before venturing east to Dublin. This picture was taken on the outskirts of Cill Rónáin on the island of Inishmore in the Aran Islands.

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