Saw a big sign over somebody's garage on my way home from work yesterday: "Congratulations Jules! The Pride of Squaw Valley". It made my heart, which was already swollen with love for my mountain after a weekend of getting some really sweet powder turns in on the clock, fill to bursting. Skiing is the biggest thing in my world right now ( Read more... )

The internet is bigger than I left it. I think I must return slowly and gently.

But I know the time is right; riddering and I used to fantasize together about getting our hermit on in quiet little cabins (equipped with high-speed internet) in the woods… and here I am ( Read more... )

OBAMA ( Read more... )

And/or the Universe is just laughing. it. up ( Read more... )

I've put off and put off posting about the boy because of (previously mentioned) superstition about taking for granted anything relating to how much a boy actually likes me ( Read more... )

Well. The good is very good ( Read more... )

Sunday evening at the drum circle on Siesta Key, as the setting sun was peeking all pink through a hole in the purple clouds blanketing the horizon, and the sliver-shy-of-full moon was rising exactly across from it, my sister and I were complaining to people who are totally in love with living in Florida about how starved we are for the kind of ( Read more... )

I drive a 2003 civic. I have been driving it since it was new, and just recently, for the first time in the five years I've had it, I left an interior light on overnight and the battery died ( Read more... )

For the three people who noticed the difference between my usual here-and-gone-again semi-presence on the internet and my total absence this past week, I'm sorry I didn't tell you before I left, I was going awaaaay to a music festival!

I spent March 6-10 at Langerado on Big Cypress Indian Reservation. And had a BLAST. Make that a BLASTI watched ( Read more... )

If I were opening a movie or ending an episode of the show about my life this Destruction of Indigenous Peoples Day, I would shoot my bare feet: walking across the tile floor in our flat, past the books propped open to dry in front of the fan, kicking a laundry basket around the corner into the kitchen, and then my hands reaching down into frame to ( Read more... )