Wanderings through life, landscapes, and occasional loopiness. So pull up a log and have a bit of a sit-down 'round the virtual campfire.

Is it love? Or are you just getting the flu?

We’re headed for the midst of encroaching holiday madness–though I must say, the vibe is a bit less hectic this year. Maybe lots of people are feeling stressed in the economy or maybe they’re feeling grateful for what they DO have and they’re cutting back quite a bit. Or maybe a bit of all of the above. I dunno.

At any rate, I’m all about sharin’ the looooooove every chance you get, because sometimes it doesn’t seem like there’s enough a’ that in the world. Which leads me, oddly, to my rumination for today.

And yeah, it has to do with LOOOOVE! Click on!

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It’s the economy, stupid…(or, cheap-ass holiday livin’)

I wonder if James Carville realized, when he took on President Clinton’s campaign in 1992, the staying power that phrase would have. Because I’ve been hearing it during this most recent election season, and that’s 16 years after Carville started using it as a slogan.

At any rate, we made it through November 4th here in this country, but now begins the true test of economic solvency, political staying power, and the overall health of the markets, local and global. Now begins…the battle for the souls of the American consumer! duh duh DUH!!!!

I’m talking about CHRISTMAS. Which apparently starts at 12.01 AM November 1 these days. I noticed this because I made a quick trip into a drug store to buy a box of band-aids on that day and all the Halloween candy had been shoved into bargain bins, while plastic Santas and snowmen had taken shelf space. “What the–” I thought. “What the hell day is this again?” Just yesterday I noticed a few people here in the Holler had their Xmas lights up, though someone pointed out that maybe they put ‘em up so early because it’s still reasonably warm out. And here in the Holler, which sits at about 7500 feet above sea level, that makes some sense. But it does beg the question, however, as to why so many Xmas lights remain up in warmer climes throughout the year. Hmmm.

And here I am, with some tips for your very own cheap-ass holiday season! Click on!

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Wax on…Wax off

With apologies to The Karate Kid for this blog’s title. If you were in high school in 1984, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

ANYWAY! So, no. I’m not referring to what you have done when you’re getting ready for bikini season.

I AM referring to Madame Tussauds, specifically in New York City, since that’s where I visited it. So I figured it’d be kinda cool to go have a look at famous people. Even if they are made of wax. And I also thought it might be kinda cool to find out more about this Marie Tussaud woman. I mean, after all, she was a well-known artist during a time that not many women were allowed to do that whole art thing. So let’s take a little stroll through Revolutionary France…
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Tribble-ations

I think I’m a little overextended.

No, really. I’m now on my sixth day in a row that’s promising to be another 14-hour workfest. I’m sitting here at my desktop computer trying to finish up what feels like 9,334 projects and just when I think there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, something else comes up. What. The. Hell? These projects are like freakin’ tribbles. You start with two and before you know it, you’ve got a room full of ‘em. And they’re still going.

will it ever end? Read on…

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Postcards from New York

And howdy, amigas/os!

I just spent a week in New York City. Can I just say: WOOOOOO HOOOOOOO! Here’s the way to do NYC. Know people. That way, you have a place to stay. Because NYC can get a little pricey, especially in terms of lodging. Which is why I consider myself ultra-lucky. I have a friend from grad school who lives in Queens and another friend from a writers’ forum who lives in Brooklyn. So I spent a few days with both, and got a thoroughly awesome NY experience.

wanna get some of my initial impressions of the Big Apple? Click on!

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Pride from Prejudice

I’m a culture geek.

By that, I mean that I really enjoy exploring new places and seeing how people in different parts of the world (heck, even right here in the U.S.) do things. With that in mind, a couple of friends of mine recently attended the Pride celebration in Johannesburg, South Africa. For obvious reasons–they’re South African. And they run an online lesbian bookselling site called Ultra Violet. They’re in the process of expanding so they’ll have a site for books that appeal to gay men, as well, and last I heard, that was soon to launch. Full disclosure: my first novel, Land of Entrapment, is currently featured on the Ultra Violet site along with a book reading and an interview I did.

So. You wanna join me in South Africa for a bit? Well, carry on!

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Bringin’ Sexy Back!

Okay, two things about that phrase crack me up. One, that a song lyric/title entered the popular lexicon to the extent that while I was getting my hair cut and highlighted last week the salon owner nudged me in the chair and said: “Girl! You bringin’ sexy back or WHAT?” And two, that any one person could possibly be responsible for what, exactly, “sexy” is. Oh, actually THREE things about that phrase crack me up, the third being that I would be responsible for bringing “sexy” back. I mean, huh? I’m a goofy-ass freaky kinda geeky n’ dorky mixture of western sensibility and completely nonserious nutjob.

But then again, maybe somebody out there might find that “sexy.” Regardless, “sexy” isn’t necessarily a term I apply to myself.

Which brings up another question I have. What, exactly, IS “sexy”?

Feel like deconstructing?

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“And I ran…I ran so far away…”

Okay, so I went running yesterday at this really awesome park here in Denver, where I’m hangin’ for a few days doing some family stuff. This park is about 165 acres and on a map, it’s long and narrow, kind of like New York City’s Central Park.

Washington Park (”Wash Park”) has two nice little lakes, a rec center, flower gardens, and these great trails. There’s an outer loop in dirt that people run on and then an inner asphalt road that is filled with cyclists and roller-bladers. I, of course, did the outer dirt loop. It’s got some nice dips and rises, so you can work different paces. I think all told, the loop is about 2 miles.

Check it!
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Staycationing

Maybe you’ve heard the term already. This whole concept of “staycations,” or “staying home” or “close to home” rather than going anywhere to “get away from it all.” I found “staycation” listed on “Urban Dictionary.” “A vacation that is spent at one’s home enjoying all that home and one’s home environs have to offer.”

Well, gol’ durn, that sounds mighty pleasant! So what’s with this NOT going away on a vacation? Most people will say “it’s the economy,” which generally means “can’t afford the gas” or “can’t afford the extra fifty bucks for a plane ticket, since I want to take some luggage and not have to wear the same pair of underwear for a week.” Funny, how stressful economic times keep people closer to home.

Ultimately, I think that’s a totally good thing, re-connecting with where you live. I’m really fortunate in that I live in a state that offers tons of outdoor recreation all year long. I just went mountain biking and in a few days, I’m going hiking. Awesome trails abound within 20 miles of where I’m currently based and when I did a little whitewater kayaking in July, I did it on the Arkansas River, which runs 30 feet from my front door. Yeah. I’m really freakin’ lucky. Here’s a shot of the boaters’ “playhole” that was constructed where I now reside. This is right downtown.

kayaking in Salida, CO
[source: Hello Colorado Springs]

Right downtown. I am not making that up. Here’s a shot of downtown, for funsies.


[source: Bargain Retirement Places (but don't necessarily believe that!)]

So for someone like me, who really digs outdoor activities and running around in the mountains or rafting/boating on the river, staycationing makes total sense to me. And you don’t necessarily HAVE to stay at home or even in your home city. You can take a staycation just by going to the next town over (or city) and spending the day there. Sure, it might involve driving, but not a thousand miles (unless you reside in the Northwest Territories). Maybe a hundred. Probably less. And it’s kinda cool, actually, to get to know more about where you’re living.

And some days, if the weather ain’t all that, you can take a staycation over the weekend in your house and rent a few movies and just hang out with your friends, family, kids, neighbors, whomever. Or take your kids to the local library (ooo! You can check movies out there, too!) on a day like that. Maybe to the local museum or zoo. Maybe have a dinner party or potluck at your house with friends. Invite some people you don’t know very well but would like to get to know. It’s low-key, mellow, and parties can be fun.

So, yeah. Lately, I’m kinda diggin’ this staycation thing. I’m liking meeting more people where I live, and getting to know more about the surrounding area. And yeah, it can save you some money. And that’s always good.

Anyway, I’m doing a little staycationing this week. If you want to find out more about other crazy stuff I’m up to, catch me at MySpace, too. If you want to find out more about what I write and my first novel that was just published and the next two that come out this December, catch me at my website.

Thanks a bunch for stopping by and hope all y’all enjoy some downtime.

Gas Pains

I’m driving westbound from Palisade, Colorado toward Rifle. This is a part of the state that’s called the “Western Slope” because it’s located–strangely enough–on the western slope of the Rockies. Crazy, I know, naming things in such a way. It’s early September and the fruit and vegetable harvests are coming in from the surrounding farms. This is big ranching and big farming country, where the long growing seasons make this part of Colorado well-known for things like peaches, corn, tomatoes, and apples. As a testament to that, I have three flats of peaches stacked in the back seat of my car, a bag of Big Jim chiles for roasting, a bag of pears, and three bottles of Colorado wine, made from grapes grown in the soils of this part of the state. I’ve just left a wine-tasting venue in Palisade, a town about 11 miles east of Grand Junction.

outside Palisade, CO
[source: Palisade Chamber of Commerce]

What does this have to do with gas? Read on!

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