Martha and I are on our Midwest Minitour. Highlights thus far: Thai dinner on Grand Ave in St Paul, Harry Potter on zoo IMAX, grilling at Martha's, Highway 63, dinner at Drivers' house, Iowa Women's Archive in Iowa City, dinner at [http://www.yelp.com/biz/galleria-de-paco-waterloo|Galleria de Paco] in Waterloo, Highway 18, the visitors' center in Prairie de Chien, Highway 27, dinner at Chilito Lindo in Viroqua, and the lovely girls on Minshall Ave. [http://www.flickr.com/photos/pollyannamedia/sets/72157621959243718/|Road pictures] on Flickr.
I've been doing some volunteer work for the [http://www.fpmt.org/|Foundation for the Preservation of the Mahayana Tradition], an amazing international organization with centers spanning the globe. Anyway, I came across the website for [http://www.lawudo.com/About.html|Lawudo Gompa], a FPMT-affiliated retreat center high up in the Himalayas of Nepal. Check out the [http://www.lawudo.com/About.html|link]. I can't even imagine what it would be like to be there.
I've been taking the train to Seattle once a month for the past year. The ride is great--lovely view, no wifi, not many distractions. I credit the train ride for kick starting last summer's novel reading binge. Sometimes the train runs late. Sometimes it's crowded. But it still is the best way go.
I missed posting yesterday due to travel, visiting friends, and finally having a lovely cocktail at [http://zigzagseattle.com/|Zig Zag Cafe] in Seattle. Murray is a visionary. He made me a Coin Toss to go with the Spanish coffee crème brûlée. Delicious. It seems the [http://query.nytimes.com/search/sitesearch?query=Zig+Zag+Cafe+seattle&submit.x=0&submit.y=0&submit=sub|NYT] would agree.
I've returned from my winter hiatus. There was snow. Lots of it. Enough to have me thinking about the nature of obstacles and my attitude towards them.
Check out new [http://www.flickr.com/photos/pollyannamedia/sets/72157604461624818/|pictures] from my weekend trip.
"I've visited this place in a dream," I remarked to my companion as we explored old military bunkers at [w:Fort Worden] on the Olympic Peninsula. It should've felt more profound. But really, I think I was just overstating things.
I wish I could write I've been on [:node/351|Cold Mountain] this whole time. But I can't.
Since I last wrote, I've traveled by foot, ferry boat, car, bicycle, bus, airplane and limo --covering over 6000 miles sans camera. Life has been busy, enjoyable and social. Good stuff. No pictures, until today. Here are more [http://www.flickr.com/photos/pollyannamedia/sets/72157603762345610/|photos].
Happy Labor Day! Things are swinging here at the Red Square Cafe. Laptop loafers, bagel-eating lunchers and neighborhood hipsters chill to a little downtempo. The baristas are sharing stories about eccentrically dressed clientele. (Where is that line? Super-short skin-colored shorts, tiny tank top, wing-tips and black socks -- on a man, who apparently usually shows up in roller skates -- apparently a too-much-information outfit.) And the iced Americanos flow! It's a blue sky, wispy cloud sunny day. I spy an old-fashioned donut with my name written all over it. (I don't know where they find the glaze-proof ink or how they get my name so neatly on there.) I'm having a hard time suppressing my smile. Yeah, it's a good day.
Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on
Move 'em on, head 'em up Rawhide.
Count 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, count 'em out
Count 'em out, ride 'em in [w:Rawhide]!