I'm off to Denmark tomorrow, and have been practicing the various Scandinavian languages for hours. Here's a peak at how it has gone!
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
There are so many sights for aching eyes along the Columbia River. Even though it's not salt water til the very end, the acres of land with their chins up above the river make you want to lay down your head and count up all those blessings. Here are two of my favorite places, and as promised long ago, pictures of the area by four year olds.
The Columbia Gorge Hotel
There is no better place to have lunch in Hood River. The walls are perfectly wallpapered, the window seat leaves you dangling above the river, and the staff is just snobby enough to remind you that President Roosevelt, Myrna Loy and Rudolph Valentino already stayed there. The original Native American name of Wah Gwin Gwin Hotel, meaning rushing water, was in honor of the waterfalls on the grounds. I'm assuming it was changed because of tourists painfully butchering the name as they asked for directions.
The river. Picture by child
The Columbia Gorge Hotel
The view from the Columbia Gorge Hotel, via here
A Columbia Gorge Hotel Lookout, by child
Eighteen Mile Island
Four miles upstream of Hood River lies the only privately owned island in the gorge, and on it is a three story wood frame house from 1969. Lewis and Clark mentioned the island as they explored along the river, stopping to smoke a pipe with new friends not too far away. I see a little boat ramp there on drives east, and am ready for my ride. Are you not as well??
Saturday, March 10, 2012
"The average person squanders about forty days a year compensating for things he or she has forgotten". So says Joshua Foer. The horror! My memory has always rivaled that of a middle aged person who spent their life abusing sugar, pills and bad wine, or an otherwise healthy elderly human with the early stages of dementia. Towards the end of my trip back home I managed to lose another half finished book, which would have been replaced by now if the name would only come to mind. The idea of a bookless flight across the country sounded torturous, so with five minutes left to board I ran past food options (fingers crossed there would be good food on the plane! there wasn't) to Hudson News. Moonwalking with Einstein, a story of the art and science of memory, sat there smack in the middle of the display, almost mocking my sense of urgency about making a quick decision. This was just tooo easy. I walked out, forgetting to at least pick up water, and walked on to a flight that was spent absorbed in a book that, if things go as planned, is mind-altering. And if that doesn't perk your ears, what about the topic Zen-Nippon Chick Sexing School? There is a good amount of talk about that too. Do pick up a copy.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Anzie and I saw The Artist together, and I am lost in a world of quiet again. See it in theaters while you can! See it with someone you love, even if that means sneaking your cat in. Now, step here into my woods, my roaring silence, and my vimeo:
You will hear words
old and spent and useless
like costumes left over
from yesterday's parties