miller's crossing

I'm trying to float. There is much that is fluid in my life these days -- home, work, friends, attractions, even identity. And my sense is that I simply have to accept not knowing and be okay with it. One definition of float that resonated with my current state is "to be suspended freely in a liquid or gas."

chillout: thursday morning

"Paperwork: what to save, what to pitch." Margo and I began to sort through papers in her office. Our goal is to eventually move bookshelves and create a good place for her to finish her thesis. We have many helpers.

Today is a prime number birthday for me. The last time I celebrated a prime was in 2001. (Can you figure out how old I am?) Last time, I was picking tics off my body in northern Wisconsin and bouncing around in my friend's school bus as we scouted the back country for the perfect DJ party setting. The best part was breakfast at a cafe in Eagle River. Greasy birthday eggs and hashbrowns -- YUM!

When I met you in the restaurant

You could tell I was no debutante

You asked me what's my pleasure

A movie or a measure?

I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming

Dreaming is free

I don't want to live on charity

Pleasure's real or is it fantasy?

Reel to reel is living rarity

People stop and stare at me

We just walk on by - we just keep on dreaming

Feet feet, walking a two mile

Meet meet, meet me at the turnstile

I never met him, I'll never forget him

--Blondie, "Dreaming"

 

Before blogging and before everyone had cell phones, I went to college in Portland, OR. It was 1988. I was 25 pounds heavier, scared of boys (and a lot of girls), and desperate for friends. First thing I learned: having two thousand miles between me and anyone who knew me felt really good. There is a great deal of freedom in anonymity. In school, I was mostly an academic failure. But I had friends; fell in love with Portland, the ocean and my bike; played lots of music; and learned to party like the rockstar I wanted to be. It was my first big step towards becoming my current self.

 

Bye-bye gentle Blu. Thank you for watching over your pack with so much love.

I-90 near Buffalo, WY

Hi folks. The site is back up after a few months hiatus. I was working. Then I hit the road. So, I'm only back in the virtual sense.

New photos posted here.

 

Cold. Too cold

to write at night.

Too cold for

pictures. Cold.

Ice. Cold. Night.

Cold. Too cold

to write at night.

Too cold for

pictures. Cold.

Ice. Cold. Night.

Cold. Too cold

to write at night.

Too cold for

pictures. Cold.

Ice. Cold. Night.

Cold. Too cold

to write at night.

Too cold for

pictures. Cold.

Ice. Cold. Night.

 

How quaint ... ducks and Monona Terrace. I'll be there bright and early tomorrow morning to staff a table at a job fair. I'd rather be outside, of course, marvelling at the duck, geese and swans. "It's like Club Med for ducks," my friend Liz says about this spot.

I moved here nearly 12 years ago. The lakes were frozen. And there was a lot of snow. After living 6 years in the drizzly Pacific Northwest, I was happy to be in weather that produced such clear, bright days. Walking on the lakes was a mind expanding experience. How often do you get to have a completely different perspective on where you live? Maybe taking off from Dane County Regional. Or if you have a boat. Or Google Maps....

 

Did I promise a photo of the fisherman on Monona Bay? I meant to. I saw them on Thursday. This picture was taken Friday. Due to a technical glitch at the radio station, I was a little late for the sunset. Still, half light seems appropriate for ice fishing....

I've got a few more photos here.