WASHINGTON, DC, March 3, 2007 I have my good days. I have my bad. But not until recently have I had these quiet days - long, tunneling, echoing, cotton-padded netherworlds. Quiet office, quiet home - thick baffling around padded ears; something between you and me - something I can’t quite hear. I could go out - to coffee, [...]
March 3rd, 2007
Read...WASHINGTON, DC, February 23, 2007 “How do you enjoy a moment when you know it’s just a memory?” The question hung for a moment, between Monumento do Cristo-Rei and the copycat bridge, over milk coffees grown chilly; useless too-thin napkins, and a setting sun. Lisboa hobbled down, in creaky, cobbly hill to meet the river, and we [...]
February 23rd, 2007
Read...WASHINGTON, DC, February 19, 2007 I opened up a storage unit, packed in haste by friends and foes, six long months ago. I opened up a set of questions - about myself and the world - and found, under the dust and mold - answers. Q. What kind of girl needs three routers, a house full of coxial [...]
February 19th, 2007
Read...… Gonna eat a lotta peaches Flickr’d by ae!. ATLANTA, Georgia, February 15, 2007 Well, children, it’s been real! But it’s now time fer me to drive the packed-to-the-brim xB up to DC to work at AAN. (You know I love that sentence.) I’m brimming and bursting with blogalicious bits I can’t wait to share … so talk to [...]
February 15th, 2007
Read...ATLANTA, Georgia, February 12, 2007 For the first time in six months, I … Saw American Dollahs Was asked for my ID Drank a non-Oasis Strawberry Margarita Bought tacos at a restaurant Had Carroll Street Brunch: Spicy Bloody Marys with Salmon Hash Saw the Fulton Cotton Mill Peeped the Atlanta Skyline Had a Chai Tea Latte Drove a car (mine!) ] Gorged myself at Whole Foods’ [...]
February 12th, 2007
Read...GATWICK AIRPORT, London, England, February 9, 2007 There are no flights left today; the only mark on the Departures board a cancelled flight to Strasburg. So we, this little tribe of travelers, stuck in historic snow in London’s Gatwick - are here for the night, staking claims to benches and sets of chairs, warding off the chill [...]
February 9th, 2007
Read...I knew. I knew what it was - that link. It sat, leaden on my screen. It was a short email. Didn’t need to be long. I didn’t want to click. I didn’t want it to be true. The hours that followed were some of the worst I’d ever experienced. Crouched, clutched, in a tiny ball in the hollow of my [...]
February 9th, 2007
Read...LISBOA, Portugal, February 5, 2007 There have been undersides of arms I’ve wanted to lick, jeans with amazing pockets, Spainards giving slow massages, and this little whistle. Everything on my body is European. What do I love? A place where the sandwiches are always the same. Where houses are as small as people, where cobblestones twist my ankles, [...]
February 4th, 2007
Read...LISBOA, Portugal, January 27, 2006 The carpet hurts to walk on with bare feet - thick grooves of natural fiber, laid directly on cold Portuguese marble. So when I fell directly on my face from the top bunk - goofing off with my friend Jen, attempting to change the song on iTunes on my laptop on the [...]
January 27th, 2007
Read...[For the non-MySpace-obsessed: It's a common practice to send around a list of questions via bulletin (a message that goes out to all your MySpace friends). Users fill out the questionnaire, then re-post it on the bulletin board for their friends to read. It's a mindless time waster that I will now inflict on you!] Number [...]
January 11th, 2007
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