Archive for August, 2008
Where Were You?
New York Times photograph from tonight’s speech in Denver.
This evening, I was in Boulder - 25.7 miles exactly from the football stadium where Obama spoke – in the Boulderado’s Corner Bar with my brother Mark, his girlfriend Maggie and one of his best friends from high school, John Winternitz. We watched Barack Obama’s speech on the big screen with the rest of the world. I had tears and goosebumps of joy and inspiration throughout the evening. I ate salad with salmon, Mark and John ate wings and Maggie had a turkey BLT. They drank beer. I drank water. I’ll never forget this evening.
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What I Bought for Buying
Instead of credits toward rad trips all over the world or discounts on much-needed equipment, I get “Reward Certificates” for using my credit card. This perk plus the glittery black design of the Amazon.com card and the initial and instant 30% off the fifth Harry Potter book hooked me a few years ago. Read more
CommentsLOTOJA Training: 18 Days to Go
Rode up to Grand Teton National Park’s “Mountain View Turnout” today – 50 miles total up and back. With a little over two weeks left until my big race, I should be doing more than riding an average of 14 miles per hour (I need to average 16 mph on the race day to finish before the sunset cutoff), stopping for a coke and a cookie and taking snaps. Read more
CommentsBear Jam and Coffee
Today, all I want to do is drink coffee. And cuddle with my kitty and close my eyes in the sun. I don’t want to write, I don’t want to bike, I don’t want to send query emails to editors or check my ex-boyfriend’s Web site. I don’t want to hike up Snow King or enjoy another gorgeous day in Jackson Hole. I don’t want to jump in the river, watch Osprey dive or chat happily with cool kids at the bagel shop. I just want to drink coffee and sit. And stare. And do nothing with a grumpy look on my face. In silence.
Thankfully, the National Park Service sent these photos to distract me from my own “meh-ness.” This is where I live. It’s beautiful and magical and glorious*. Nothing like a little Bear Jam and coffee to make a girl thankful to be alive, even on the grumpiest of sunny days.
*Not like I envy the furry guy who has to pose for RV photographs, but still. How amazing to live in a place where wild animals still exist and still stop traffic?
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