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 [...]
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 [...]