Notes from the saddle, the kitchen, and Bozeman.
Trip reports and Bozeman politics.
White, dancing bile. / Bitter, black snow.
I spent some time on a gorgeous, sun-yellow, swing tonight. It was snowing: thick, heavy, flakes–swirling white in the ambicked my legs, swinging higher, and higher. Then, in that downward whoosh that follows, I found myself recounting, out loud, an…
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For some reason, the amount of spam I receive spiked precipitously about three weeks ago. Can’t explain it. After five years of having an…
Critical Mass
nyYAAAAAAaar! … Or, I mean, how else does one say, “the semester’s over. For better, and for worse, the semester’s over.” How else does…
your fever will all be around
The SUB Theatre projection booth redesign began today. … It’s curious– the above probably means very little to all except for one or two.…
No Sleep For Young Audiences…
I can’t stop thinking about No Country For Old Men. I need to see it again. My consistent criticism of Westerns–regardless of their “greatness”–is…