Posts Tagged ‘traveling’

Burning Man / Secret Passage

mini-comic: we’re tired

Yes­ter­day John, Jenna, and I went on a field trip to Ft. Collins to have brunch at the Rain­bow Cafe and visit the Alley Cat. At the Alley Cat we all got so, so sleepy and I was wor­ried I would pass out in a food coma in the booth. I decided to make a lit­tle mini-comic about it in my mole­sk­ine (co-written with J & J).

Later we went to see Prometheus in Love­land (I give it a B-) and when the movie let out it was rain­ing intensely. It turned out the high­way was flooded and we ended up hav­ing to drive back to Erie on County Road 1.

All in all I real­ize this is not a super excit­ing story, but hey! We were tired! It was fun!

Posted: July 8th, 2012
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i dreamed this: conspiracy in haiti

raw thoughts from burning man

writ­ten on the plane.

p.s. my hair exten­sions sur­vived just fine in case you were won­der­ing :D

Posted: September 7th, 2011
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goggles and glasses

the tv in the background is playing i wear my sunglasses at night

And I am cur­rently pro­cras­ti­nat­ing at pack­ing up our final stuff for Burn­ing Man (I’ve bro­ken the fam­ily pat­tern of pack­ing neu­roti­cism), drink­ing beer that was made by Sethotron, and eat­ing grilled cheese sam­miches made with bacon and heir­loom toma­toes (yum), and kind of just kind of a lit­tle tiny lot bit freak­ing out about leav­ing for Burn­ing Man in the morning.

I’m putting on my ethno­g­ra­pher hat (er, in this case a pink tur­ban — no, really! I have unfem­i­nisty hair to pro­tect!) and I’ll report back in a week, hope­fully with some pics of me wear­ing a tutu and cov­ered in playa dust. God­speed us Black Rock City!

Posted: August 30th, 2011
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Hiking

When John and I were in the woods this week, we spent some time talk­ing about why we like backpacking.

I said that I like the aspect of immers­ing myself in nature and break­ing away from the pat­terns of nor­mal life. You get to spend some time with your­self, and each other (because J is my awe­sometrusty­back­pack­ing­part­ner) at a pace that is defined by when the sun sets and rises, and how long it takes to get from one stream to the next. It is really cool to be immersed in a great con­ver­sa­tion about math/science/education/philosophy/pine bee­tles and then all of a sud­den you have to go up a big hill so you hike in silence for the next hour, just exist­ing in the rhythms of your foot­falls and absorb­ing the land­scape around you. Or maybe it rains (pours) and you are cold so you stay cozy in the tent and fall asleep right at dusk, and that feels really rather nat­ural. Or you wake up early and watch the moun­tain goats play­ing on the rocks above the alpine lake (that you swam in yes­ter­day in an act of brav­ery). You just sit, and observe, and laugh when the fish jump so high out of the water that they catch air.

I also admit that I quite like the sur­vival aspect of being out in the wilder­ness for mul­ti­ple days at a time. Every­thing we need is on our backs, and in an effort to keep those packs light, we pare down to just the neces­si­ties. It turns out that human beings do just fine with some food, clean water (kata­dyne + water­falls FTW), a method of keep­ing dry/warm, a way to boil water, and very lit­tle else except clean under­wear (a def­i­nite neces­sity in my book), and the lat­est addi­tion to our gear, a bear vault (which only kind of eased my total bear pho­bia but it was help­ful to keep orga­nized and made for a nice chair).

For John, the answer was more sim­ple. It’s about the hik­ing. Putting one foot in front of the other and let­ting them take you to super spe­cial places you wouldn’t oth­er­wise get to expe­ri­ence. He’s totally right, of course. Hik­ing is both the rea­son, and the method, and the excuse for get­ting to expe­ri­ence all of this:

Posted: August 17th, 2010
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Everyone calls someplace home.

Every­one is from some­place. Every­one lives some­place. Every­one calls some­place home.

The other day I was talk­ing to some­one who had moved to Den­ver from Min­nesota 2 years ago (I took note because I am also from Min­nesota. If you could hear me say that word you could tell). He was explain­ing that he knew he wanted to move some­place less cold, with lib­eral pol­i­tics and good schools for his chil­dren. He took an online sur­vey that was sup­posed to let you know where you should live and his matches were Den­ver, Austin, Nashville, Min­neapo­lis, and Cincinnati.

Cincin­nati??” I said. “Who wants to live in Cincinnati?”

Do you know any­thing about Cincin­nati?” he responded, pointedly.

Tonight at din­ner, my grandpa men­tioned how much he likes Col­orado and that is a very nice place to be. He moved here two years ago, when my grandma passed away.

You like where ever you live,” my mom responded.

I think my grandpa is wise.

I went to col­lege in Florida, which is about as far as you can get from Col­orado in terms of cul­ture and weather. For the first 2 years, I felt like I was dri­ving around with blind­ers on because I had no periph­eral vision due to the flat­ness and trees. I also found out that I am aller­gic to fire­ants. I spent 4 years lament­ing about how Col­orado was so great and about how much I missed it and about how peo­ple from the east coast _just didn’t understand_ what it was like to live in the West. I think back now and know that this must have been so tir­ing to the peo­ple around me.

Last week, J and I went to Florida to see our super­greata­maz­ing friends. We spent a mag­i­cal week doing chill chill chill. We also saw amaz­ing birds, ani­mals, and plants, ate beer-battered hot­dogs on the key, sun­burnt our­selves at the beach, had boat drinks in the tourist quar­ter, breathed at yoga, and watched good local music. Spend­ing time with them makes me love Florida. Spend­ing time with them makes Florida feel like a sec­ond home.

Every­one calls some­place home. Whether it changes 20 times or whether you stay rooted for your life, every­one has their rea­sons for where they land, where they leave their hearts, and where they want to be. Den­ver. Sara­sota. Tai­wan. Santa Bar­bara. Brook­lyn. Maui. Manila. Chicago. Alaska.

Even Cincin­nati.

Posted: April 4th, 2010
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Best of 2009 #19: Transportation Day

This year marked John’s start of grad school at CU and result­ing com­mute into Boul­der 5 times per week. He is really awe­some and rides his bike to the bus and then from the bus to cam­pus. I am not so tough/brave/willing to wear bike-appropriate clothes as that, but I did ride my bike from Erie to work on Bike To Work Day 2009, which is 14 miles each way.

(If there are any Boul­derites read­ing this and snick­er­ing, you can stop now. That is a major ride for me in traf­fic.) (more…)

Posted: December 19th, 2009
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Best of 2009 #18: Shop.

Best of 2009 #16: Tea.

One of my favorite things to do when we used to visit Jenna in FoCo was to go to the Alley Cat and dis­cuss philo­soph­i­cal zom­bies over a pot of Lap­sang Sou­chong. It smells like camp­fires, mmmmm. She got me some for Christ­mas last year, and it lasted half the year. I think need me some more tea and some more Jenna, stat.

Posted: December 16th, 2009
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Best of 2009 #2: Restaurant Experience.

For my 30th birth­day in Novem­ber, J took me to Tru in Chicago for the most mem­o­rable meal of my life. I don’t have any pic­tures of that night, but suf­fice to say that it was true expe­ri­ence design from start to finish.

I am going to keep the details and magic of this meal between J and I, but check out this menu:

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Posted: December 2nd, 2009
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Best of 2009 #1: Trip.