Joseph Honton

2017

Symbolic Endophrasing. In which I specify, using formal EBNF notation, the patentable claims related to Blue Phrase.

Patenting

2016

Blue Phrase. In which I compile twenty years of experience with HTML and XML into their tightest possible form.

Inventing

2015

Novato, California. When I sift through sixteen years of accumulated stuff, stage our house for sale, and begin camping out in Marin County.

Purging

2014

Larkspur, California. When I drive five days a week, miles and miles to get to work, turn around and drive miles and miles to get back home.

Commuting

2013

Sebastopol, California. When I pause to look back upon life events, and organize my world travels.

Reflecting

2012

“There's a God for That” In which I compose thoughts about a hopeful revival of the Shinto faith in the wake of the disastrous earthquake, tsunami and meltdowns in Tōhoku.

Writing

2011

Shimane Prefecture, Japan. Where I learn about the Shinto origins of kagura and accidentally become an anti-nuclear activist.

Empathizing

2011

The “V” language. In which I create an interpretive, declarative, nullipotent programming language for computer system administration.

Computing

2010

Columbus to Bryn Mawr. Where I join Melodee Kornacker on a 600-mile cycloventure to attend her 50th alumnae reunion.

Returning

2010

Yountville, California. Where Hiroko sponsors the California tour of Hiroshima's Taiko Honpo Kaburaya, and the veterans of war join the ambassadors of peace on stage.

Sponsoring

2009

Grandview Heights, Ohio. When I attend the funeral of a childhood playmate and closest cousin, Paul Damiani.

Grieving

2009

Cincinnati to Cleveland. Where I bicycle the 321-mile Ohio to Erie Trail, championed by my late father Edward F. Honton.

Honoring

2009

Boston, Massachusetts. Where we cruise the harbor and witness an international regatta of tall ships during the Sail Boston 2009 festival.

Celebrating

2009

Pueblo, Colorado. When I sit bedside with my mother, not knowing whether the Grim Reaper would pass her by.

Attending

2009

Mt. Shasta, California. Where Hiroko and I visit Panther Meadows with its cushion of dainty flowers, and see the world's most beautiful, and very secret, curtain of falling water.

Walking

2008

“Another New Year's Eve Freshet.” In which I publish data collected during a great storm over the Laguna de Santa Rosa and map the extent of its floodplain.

Analyzing

2008

Toyama & Gifu Prefectures, Japan. Where I am enthralled by the gassho-zukuri houses, and the deep community traditions of the local rice farmers.

Revering

2007

Yakushima, Kagoshima, Japan. Where I walk under a thousand-year old canopy of sacred cedars, wade in tide pools of black pumice, and beach comb the white sandy shores of a fabled island.

Venerating

2007

Manitou Springs, Colorado. Where red sandstone hogbacks stand sentinel, while my brother Stephen and his fiancée Judith receive family blessings on their forthcoming marriage.

Blessing

2007

“Redbud.” In which my latest artwork, “Russian River Geography of the 18th Century” gets a surprisingly high price at a silent auction!

Surprising

2006

Sierra County, California. Where Hiroko and I meander through alpine meadows in late bloom, and where nothing seems to break the hushed tone of the high mountain air.

Meandering

2006

“Enhancing and Caring for the Laguna.” In which Anna Sears and I publish a wildlife/habitat restoration plan for a Wetland of International Importance.

Restoring

2006

“Gallinomero.” In which my cartographic recreation of 19th century Livantuhyumi uses the words of missionaries, soldiers, explorers and pioneers to paint the landscape.

Recreating

2005

Yufuin, Oita Prefecture, Japan. Where we enjoy a second honeymoon in this quintessential onsen resort, with lazy afternoon walks leading nowhere.

Lollygagging

2005

Columbus, Ohio. When my father's struggles with leukemia are finally over, and he is reunited with the mother he never knew.

Eulogizing

2005

California to Ohio. Where my wanderlust tour crisscrosses nineteen states, from the northern prairies to the southern barrens, seeking out National Wildlife Refuges, before saying goodbye to my father.

Wandering

2005

Atascadero Watershed. In which I create a topographic map of the Atascadero-Green Valley basin and its natural features.

Documenting

2003

“Laguna Tales.” In which I use my new docent training to create a leader's guidebook to the Sebastopol Wetlands Preserve.

Docenting

2003

Pueblo, Colorado Where a Yuletide visit is spent quietly reading.

Reading

2003

“Compleat Botanica.” In which I create a software application for gardeners to catalog their plant collections.

Gardening

2002

Traverse City, Michigan. Where our grown-up family gets back together for a week of handicrafts and fireworks, and where my father entrusts family keepsakes to the next generation.

Entrusting

2001

Glacier Bay, Alaska. Where I join my brother E.J., walk in the footsteps of John Muir, and see the salmon spawn and the eagles soar.

Inspiring

2000

Hocking Hills, Ohio. Where we bicycle in sweltering heat, and canoe in cool waters, while Tecumseh defends his sacred homeland.

Canoeing

1999

Prineville, Oregon. Where I vigilantly count down towards the new millennium, ensconced in a high desert cabin, far from the Y2K hullabaloo.

Hunkering

1999

Forestville, California. Where the Russian River winds its way to the Pacific, and we splash in our canoes until we get sunburnt.

Splashing

1999

San Juan Islands, Washington. Where Karen Burch shares her island home, while rambunctious 8th graders go sea kayaking, whale watching and camping.

Kayaking

1999

Park City, Utah. Where the Olympic Park was gearing up, and we skied like pros.

Schussing

1998

Sebastopol, California. Where we buy the cheapest house in the best location, and begin the endless task of renovating.

Renovating

1998

Catawba Island, Ohio. Where everybody does their own thing and I play Yahtzee.

Playing

1998

Onna, Okinawa, Japan. Where we are treated to sunny beaches, orchids and tropical fruits.

Luxuriating

1997

Turlock, California. Where I try to pass my love of cycle-touring on to my two young children, but Texas tacks and flat tires spoil the adventure for everybody.

Instilling

1997

California to Colorado. Where four squished adults, one Jeep Cherokee, five national parks, and too many Indian trading posts, are a good definition of «road trip».

Tripping

1996

Gulf Shores, Alabama. Where our deep sea fishing trip hauls in six different species, and grouper makes for good eating.

Fishing

1996

Rochester, New York. Where we investigate molecular quantitative structure-activity relationships with an eye towards de novo drug design.

Designing

1996

Lost Coast, California. Where we listen to stories under a canopy of Douglas fir and countless stars, while engrossed 6th graders pay no attention to the creeping undergrowth of the forest.

Storytelling

1995

Ochoco Forest, Oregon. Where a spur of the moment day trip, a late season patch of snow, and an isolated forest service road, strands improvident young men twenty miles from warm beds.

Shivering

1994

Crater Lake, Oregon. Where we peer into the depths of a collapsed volcano, and the blue, blue water of its caldera.

Mesmerizing

1994

Covelo, California. Where 3rd graders visit a biodynamic farm and we scythe, and compost, and plow the earth with draft horses.

Plowing

1994

Uwajima, Ehime Prefecture, Japan. Where I naively think that my nine-year-old son can be my translator, and instead rely on strangers to help us through.

Translating

1993

Prineville, Oregon. Where I help E.J. to establish base camp for his Long Hollow ranch.

Building

1992

Columbus, Ohio. When a small family gathers, with only two youngsters to dote on.

Thanksgiving

1992

Malvern, Pennsylvania. Where we control a robotic wet-lab bench for chemical analysis.

Controlling

1992

Mt. Aso, Kumamoto Prefecture, Japan. Where we visit an active volcano just before it explodes, and my sister Cathy joins the fun as we boil eggs over steam vents and kettles.

Boiling

1991

Tijuana, Mexico. Where reckless coworkers persuaded me to walk across the border and go barhopping in the seediest of places.

Barhopping

1991

Mt. Gilead, Ohio. Where we play volleyball until it hurts.

Volleyballing

1990

Kokura, Fukuoka Prefecture, Japan. Where hot summer nights, the back-beat of drums, street vendors grilling squid, and light cotton yukata, means it must be Gion Matsuri.

Drumming

1989

El Cerrito, California. Where sisters and aunts and mothers, a tiny guest room, and too many gabby moments, leave a strong impression.

Overwhelming

1989

El Cerrito, California. Where we buy our second house, and fix it up, learning how to do everything ourselves.

Fixing

1988

Sharon Woods, Columbus, Ohio. Where another Honton Family reunion occurs, with all eight children present!

Picnicking

1988

Anaheim, California. Where a swimming pool, a momentary lapse of attention, and a three-year old son, bring panic to young parents.

Resuscitating

1988

Boston, Massachusetts. Where I accidentally trigger a bomb scare, a dozen fire trucks, a building evacuation, freezing cold patrons, and a very public announcement “Is there a Joe Honton here today?”

Evacuating

1988

Munakata, Fukuoka Prefecture, Japan. Where our prayers for peace and safety are offered on New Year's Day.

Worshiping

1987

Columbus, Ohio. Where a room full of adults solve all the world's problems, while two toddlers grab all the attention.

Prognosticating

1987

Manchester, Connecticut. Where I run 10K, much to my own surprise.

Jogging

1987

Nagano & Gifu Prefectures, Japan. Where I walk the Nakasendo Route from Tsumago to Magome, and ski the bunny slopes near Matsumoto Castle.

Skiing

1985

Hartford, Connecticut. Where we've accumulated too much stuff, and it no longer fits in the back of our pickup truck.

Trucking

1985

New Haven, Connecticut. Where young parents attempt to go camping with a newborn infant, and learn that some things are better left for later.

Camping

1984

Hong Kong to Tokyo. Where the subways, and the tall buildings, and the hubbub of people and commerce, feels like Manhattan — except for the flashing neon kanji and the Oriental eyes.

Shopping

1984

Bombay to Pokhara. Where we cross the burning plains of Maharastra and Madhya Pradesh and Rajasthan, to the roof of the world, and the Nepalese version of torture called trekking.

Trekking

1984

Nairobi to Lake Turkana. Where anyone with an old Datsun can stuff a dozen passengers in the truck bed, call it a jitney, and traverse the open savannah to the end of the world.

Journeying

1983

Cairo to Khartoum. Where the tombs of the Pharaohs, a muezzin's call to evening prayers, the endless Sahara, and a magical moonlit oasis, are worthy additions to Scheherazade's anthology.

Storytelling

1983

London to Athens. Where the train through Yugoslavia is filled with heavy smokers, black marketeers, smugglers and thieves, who figure we are too gullible to see what's really going on.

Smuggling

1983

California to Ohio. Where we quit our jobs, pack everything into the back of a compact pickup, and pursue our travelling dreams.

Pursuing

1983

Half Moon Bay, California. Where I push my young wife too hard, too fast, too soon, and my attempt to turn her into a cyclist backfires completely.

Overreaching

1982

Rancho Palos Verdes, California Where we have another wedding – American style – just for good measure.

Formalizing

1982

Washington DC to San Francisco. Where my bride and I drive from coast to coast, arrive with the shirts on our backs, take stock, and start a brand new life.

Moving

1982

Kitakyushu, Japan. Where our honeymoon romp across Japan's southern island includes hot springs, hot lava, and hot nights.

Romping

1982

Kitakyushu, Japan. Where I nervously meet my future in-laws, and the “photography studio picture-taking” actually becomes a Japanese-style wedding at the local Yasaka Shrine.

Wedding

1981

New Orleans. Where USAir summertime fares makes hopscotching fun, and I visit the Cajun hotspots of New Orleans.

Hopscotching

1981

Washington, DC. Where two young globe trotters cross paths, are pulled by love's gravity, and begin to orbit the Earth in tandem.

Orbiting

1981

College Park, Maryland. Where I borrow a big moving truck, sneak into my dormitory when no one is around, flee a Korean cult, and let God decide what I should do next.

Renouncing

1980

Chevy Chase, Maryland. Where I become a disciple of Jesus, join a Korean cult, dispose of my possessions, and use my new-found enthusiasm to annoy lots of people.

Proselytizing

1979

Washington DC to Easton, Maryland. Where I nonchalantly ride to Annapolis, hitch a ride with an 18-wheeler across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, and pop over to a sweetheart's summer home.

Jaunting

1979

“Washington International Youth Hostel.” In which the DC metro area is mapped — using Letraset and India ink on vellum — and my first two-color map is published.

Drawing

1978

Florida Panhandle. Where I grow up in a hurry leading a bicycle tour with too much sun, too much sand, a gummed up radiator, and a junk-yard mechanic taking me for a ride.

Maturing

1978

Chesapeake & Ohio Canal. Where I ride the bumpy, muddy, mosquito infested towpath from Georgetown to Cumberland, with Liz Burden and her two-year old daughter.

Towpathing

1976

Bikecentennial. Where fourteen strangers come together as TAEK528, ride 4250 miles from Virginia to Oregon in 89 days, and celebrate America's birthday with two thousand other like-minded bicyclists.

Bicycling

1976

Columbus to Portsmouth, Ohio. Where five young men who don't know any better, complete the 105-mile TOSRV bike ride in just four hours and fifteen minutes.

Racing

1976

Tupelo to Jackson, Mississippi. Where we cram seventeen bicyclists into two motel rooms, only to get caught cooking dinner inside, when we ask the proprietor if he has a salt shaker.

Sneaking

1975

Red River Gorge, Kentucky. Where Ron Eisele takes us on a week-long backpacking trip through the sugar maples, white pines, hemlocks, oaks and hickory of Daniel Boone National Forest.

Backpacking

1975

Pippa Passes, Kentucky. Where Dick Seebode, Frank Seebode and I attempt to scout a safe route through the coal tipples, but instead are driven out of the county by the Knott County sheriff.

Scouting

1975

Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Where a Ford van with eight bikes on the roof and a camper-trailer in tow may be the weirdest thing these New Englanders have ever seen.

Gawking

1975

Higginbotham Cave, Tennessee. Where Ron Eisele leads us to the “Hall of the Mountain King,” a confusing breakdown chamber where we are lost for hours, and where I fall down a hole trying to find a way out.

Panicking

1974

Mammoth Cave, Kentucky. Where I join National Speleological Society members in an epic 28-hour crawl, and where we pose for snapshots next to Floyd Collins' underground coffin.

Spelunking

1974

Ohiopyle, Pennsylvania. Where I join Columbus Council AYH members on a rafting adventure down the Youghiogheny River.

Rafting

1974

Holmes County, Ohio. Where we visit the Amish country of northeastern Ohio, and our bicycles mingle with horse drawn buggies on roads too narrow for either.

Mingling

1972

Ohio to Utah & Wyoming. Where my father plans his grandest expedition yet, and takes the family on a three-week, twelve-state camping trip to see ten National Parks, all for 36¢/gallon.

Expeditioning

1971

Orlando, Florida. Where riding the Disney World monorail through the Resort and into the Magic Kingdom has us all singing “Where Dreams Come True.”

Enchanting

1970

Lancaster, Ohio. Where my brother and I make our first bicycle tour: one-way, 33 miles to Burnside's campground, and “the rest is history.”

Adventuring

1968

Cape Canaveral, Florida. Where we visit JFK Space Center at the peak of its Apollo missions, then see flamingos and alligators in their native Everglades habitat.

Rocketing

1966

St. Augustine & Tampa, Florida. Where our long drive to Florida takes for...ever, and mom flips burgers in the camper-trailer while dad inches the car forward, and we all can't wait until the Interstate is complete.

Waiting

1966

Niagara Falls, Canada. Where the Welland Canal and its huge seagoing ships is more impressive than Niagara Falls.

Sparkling

1966

Grand Rapids, Michigan. Where grandmother and grandfather are stern disciplinarians, and I discover that girls are not the same as boys.

Embarrassing

1965

South Bend, Indiana. Where I fall out of a bunk bed and learn about butterfly band-aids.

Falling

1958

Columbus, Ohio. Where WBNS Radio welcomes its newest listener with, “Proud Parents Announce New Addition! 1958 Baby is Big Hit!”

Announcing

Joseph Honton