You know you’re in Boulder when … The city pays for tiny little bulldozers to clear the snow from the bike trails, and the bike trails are cleared before the regular roads are.
You know you’re in Boulder when … men walk around outside in shirtsleeves when it’s 12° and snowing.
Something to pay attention to: With the President’s state of the union speech last evening, I was interested to hear that he was bringing up the slow access speeds and lack of availability to the information superhighway for many of our citizens. via Internet Access & The State Of The Union « Revelations From An Unwashed Brain.
Because I read Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese last summer, and loved it so much that I insist on dragging it across country with me, just to have it close by, it has had at least one unexpected effect on me: namely, my cooking. The book is not about cooking; food is mentioned in the due course of things, but no more than you might expect. One thing mentioned many times: berbere. Berbere is […]
Boulder(sunshine+snow) > Cincinnati(sunshine+snow)
I dragged up my copy of Infinite Jest last night before going to bed. I suppose that I thought I would make some kind of headway into it at last, after more than a year of ignoring the poor thing. Now it sits on the radiator, staring at me. I left off reading the book last year after it was far more effective at making me feel the cultural emptiness that inhabits and surrounds all […]
My theater experience consists of one show: The Old Lady Shows Her Medals, by J. M. Barrie. Yes, he wrote many more things besides Peter Pan. Seventh grade, the middle school plays, a series of one-act things. I was Mrs. Mickleham, and it floors me that I was able to remember that much about the thing. I was the only seventh-grader in the play; the rest were eighth-graders, the Big Kids. I was deeply impressed […]