The teaser for my feature spread about snowshoeing in Austria is up here. To get the whole thing, you gotta get a print edition of the magazine. And if you come across one, pick up two and send one my way! I haven’t seen the finished copy yet.
Also, there’s another Mrs. Gizmo article here. FYI, the headset really did work exactly as I say it did. I was amazed at how easy it was to set up and use.… continued…
Vocabulary word of the day: Lawinen. Avalanche.
You can’t ski in this weather. The wind pushes you backwards so there’s no point in even dropping your skis on the snow. There’s a solution to that – get out of the meadows and up in the narrower valleys. The trails are more challenging and there are fewer people out. There’s only one problem: it’s avalanche season. When it’s avalanche season, I stay put in our tiny corner of the snowglobe, catch up on local news, and go snowshoeing in our neighborhood.… continued…
Crazy blue light display on a house in Kirkland, WA
My yoga partner today was a skinny little thing, but I couldn’t hate her because she was strong and very graceful and supportive in just the right way. Without her help, I would not have been upside down in a fully extended handstand earlier today.
Instead of hating my partner, I opted for hating being in a full handstand. Though honestly, once I was wandering down the block away from the yoga studio, I was feeling very light and strong myself and not so very hateful at all.… continued…
This is very difficult for me to talk about sensibly because I’m side by side with folks like the Family Research Council and other crazy wingnuts. But I’m gonna say it and get it over with: They’re right; this secularized Christmas stuff has gone too far.
The other night on the news I saw Christine Gregoire, our gov, talking about how the tree they had in the lobby of the Capitol building is a HOLIDAY tree, but the trees in her office and her home are Christmas trees.… continued…
Ichiban is right next door a considerably more elegant Japanese restaurant where people stand in the entry waiting for their table. At Ichiban, there’s no wait. It’s a dumpy little diner of a place with vinyl booths, formica tables, and a small menu. I had the udon – a bowl of soup with fat noodles and a few pieces of tempura. Kevin had some kind of fish fillet with rice. I can’t remember what it was called.… continued…
