A place for language, poetry, domesticity, and the Ice
So… for the first time since 2002, neither Marc nor I are involved in the USAP in an official capacity. The last time we weren’t either involved, we got married. And then we were drawn back. So here’s a brief history of time:
I became obsessed with Antarctica after I became obsessed with a certain someone [...]
A friend told me today that she has a real hard time with other people’s feelings–that there are times she feels too empathetic with other people’s feelings, that they overwhelm her. What a wonderful and terrible burden, to understand what others are going through, so much so that it imposes itself on your feelings, your [...]
So, after a great trip to the Ice, ten years in a relationship with the Ice (oftentimes tenuous at best), I’ve decided to take a job that doesn’t involve things like Big Red, chicken time, Ob Hill, crossing ceremonies, CTDs, bunny boots, 204, 208, helo flights, happy camper school, and a myriad of other beautiful [...]
Last night, I dreamed I was on the South Pole Traverse with an old friend. It was huge. People were jogging alongside the tracked vehicles, and we pulled into a place where there was a permanent structure–a huge log cabin that had tables, facilities, even a little store to buy chips at. I was jogging [...]
I realized, after cutting of more than 10 inches of hair off of my head for the fifth time in my life, that somehow this always happens as either a reaction to or a harbinger of major changes in my life:
1. Freshman year of college, 1990: A high-end salon did a charity hair cut thing [...]
I’ve been having a lot of conversations with people in different areas of my life about sound: hearing people, listening to people, what white noise helps and hurts, and in general what we do with aural input. It’s an interesting conundrum that we don’t have very much opportunity to be surrounded by silence: our houses [...]
I had the best of intentions to make a poetry contest deadline on December 31. But I ended up having to work a half day, pick the kids up early from daycare, and prepare for a party. I’m angry at myself for missing the deadline, but there are more, and I’m very much into wanting [...]
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