alaska: books i read before and after

Race Across Alaska: First Woman to Win the Iditarod Tells Her Story – Libby Riddles: this is, of course, a classic read, set in a really interesting type style – Riddles tells her story in wide columns on the outside edges of the print book, and her co-writer provides technical information about the race in…

alaska and seattle: resources

Some of the links below are Amazon Affiliate links. This means if you buy the product, I receive a small payment. It helps me pay bills, and you get products I personally speak for! Places to go and how to plan! Whenever I want to have an adventure, one of the first places I go…

book review: what i learned in a thousand towns (dar williams)

Right, so. I have a blog. I also have a therapist. She’s new. I’ll call her LS, because that’s her name. It has been a rough mental health year for me because besides, you know, a fucking disgusting racist xenophobic sexual assuaulter being elected President, both my longtime prescriber and therapist BOTH retired. The last…

book review: on bowie – rob sheffield

The thing about Rob Sheffield’s writing is that he always conveys music as both deeply personal – this is how I feel about this song – and deeply human – this is why this makes us feel the way it does – and that seems to be the reason only he could write the book,…

makes the or seem more

If I hadn’t filled my brain with Stephen Sondheim lyrics — and then bang! crash! the lightning flashed! and – well that’s another story never mind anyway — I might have won a Nobel Prize in physics by now. Probably not, because, ugh, I hated physics, but maybe. You never know. I did fill my brain with…

book review: exile in guyville (gina arnold ; 33 1/3 #86)

Two or three years ago, when this title was announced by Bloomsbury, I was excited, because I thought that Gina Arnold might be able to explain Exile In Guyville to me. To tell me what makes women of a particular age — say 32, because I know this record never kicked for my baby sister,…

review: epiphanie bags “sydney”

I have been engaged in a long battle to find the perfect camera bag / purse — and over the winter, I finally resigned myself to the fact that I really needed a camera bag, and I needed a purse, and those were separate things. A purse I could still shove my camera into if…

tv: BOSCH

I don’t talk much about TV on here, because frankly no one but my friend Amy wants to hear my feelings about how Nick Burkhardt on Grimm is a moron (and I’m continually about six episodes behind in Justified), but I’ve just watched the Amazon Prime pilot of BOSCH — based loosely on City of…

book review: a whole new ballgame – caryn rose

Last Saturday I was sitting at Trav’s dining room table, eating scrambled eggs and bacon, and talking about — something. Something that was in all likelihood not related to baseball at all. Definitely not this book. Something that prompted me to say, “Hold on, I need to see who’s on the Astros’ top ten prospects,”…

film review: muscle shoals

I’ve been thinking about Jason Isbell a lot lately. For a couple of reasons: first, writing about the origins of blog name sent me looking through 2009 photos for some good ones of Jason; I haven’t photographed him since then, so it was a trip down memory lane for the shows I did. Second, because…