About

Mark Tokarski:

I am of simple mind, easily led astray and subject to occasional emotional fits of clarity. My profession is accounting, and even though I don’t like it, I’m good at it. So that’s what I have to do. This is what I want to do, but no one will pay me.

Life here in Bozeman, Montana, is not good. It’s Great. It adds to the appeal of early morning writing as deer wander across the back yard and birds dabble on the feeder. We have a view of the Hyalite Mountains out our back window, and an open meadow is just out of view. On the other side of the meadow, out of eye and earshot, is a mountain stream. Sandhill Cranes come around in the spring, and recently a couple of barn owls have wandered in.

Steve T.

You’ll find that I don’t use my whole name when I blog, despite the fact that everyone around here knows who I am.  This is because my Uncle, a Catholic Priest at St. Pius in Billings, shares my name and doesn’t need it attached to some of the tripe that I write.  So it’s best that when he’s Googled my posts don’t show up.

I don’t write here as much as my Dad, but when I do, it’s generally because something’s gotten under my skin or amused me.  I guess that makes my blogging a little bit more emotional than it needs to, as I don’t write about things that I don’t care about.  I consider myself a Democrat, moderate when compared to some of my former compatriots in Missoula, but decidedly leftist when it comes to my compatriots in the blogosphere.  I probably get angrier at stupid behavior by Democrats more than I do by Republicans, because my heart of hearts wants to believe we’re better – - – but day after day there are those who strive to prove me wrong.

Unfortunately, by choosing the education profession I unknowingly exiled myself from Montana after graduating College.  I’m in Portland for now, substitute teaching in many different school districts, teaching whatever subject I’m needed in for whatever grade level.