On long drives, I talk to myself in the car and play terrible and not-terrible music with equal gusto. Only people who love me would ever go on a long drive with me on purpose. During one particular trip–Laramie to Ucross for the first time (and then back during a Read more…
I didn’t think I’d make it. I was so damn tired yesterday afternoon (see also: 2 day flight), that I crashed out at 5pm. But the fireworks woke me up at 11:20. I bought a can of Black Label from the front desk and went to sit on a stone Read more…
This morning, I got to meet two new species of African vultures and hang out in and around their exhibit at the Phoenix zoo. Their senior keeper is fantastic and will be a great help in the future. Man, I sure hope someone pays me for this job, someday. For Read more…
I spent the last week or so being a tourist with old and new friends in both Rotterdam and Vienna. But now I’m back on the job. I have to get up early in the morning, so a couple of gallery links will have to suffice. The first set is Read more…
I am too tired today to write a whole post. That happens. An owl died today; I saw some amazing vulture behavior at the nature park outside of town; I ate another sweet waffle. To see today’s full gallery of pictures, click here: vulture culture
By “they,” I mean “lunches.” Chipz had potential… a deep fried variety pack, a deep fried burger, and fries (no mayo, please). Except, like many good romances, it always looked more delicious in my dreams. Bicky Burger and the accompanying “mixgrill” were all highly processed. So they had that strange Read more…
Moving backwards in time, I just got back from the supermarket a short time ago. Nothing will make an American feel quite as privileged as going to a supermarket pretty much anywhere else in the world. Do you want a cup of soup you can microwave? Good luck. How about Read more…
I am so tired that I might fall asleep while I type, so this will be brief. Today, I watched the Eurasian black vultures (EBVs) with their researcher for a bit in the morning, and there I fell in love with a beautiful Milky Eagle Owl. In the early morning, Read more…
There’s pretty much a rule about travel writing and airports–but my flight out of DC was delayed about 2 hours, with boarding and sitting and deboarding and reboarding. So, I feel at least like mentioning it. Also, over the Atlantic I watched Cinderella Moon, a retelling of the “original” story Read more…
Thanks to the internet, I was able to buy books without going to a bookstore on my birthday (although it is NOT THE SAME). Poor Betty freaked the fuck out and died on I-10 while my sister and I were headed to Changing Hands Bookstore. There are only a couple Read more…