read.dance.bliss

A Moment of Butt, Butt Complete; or, Gotta love gtranslate

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Mon, 13 Oct 2014 01:35:00 +0000

So, I am taking a creative writing class... in Hebrew. Really, I want to just be taking a Hebrew class in Hebrew, but the only level that was even vaguely appropriate for me that fit into my schedule this semester was creative writing, so here I am. It's too hard for me, but only juuuuust... so I'm hanging on by my much-bitten fingernails. Anyway, this morning I wrote my homework assignment without benefit of dictionaries and things, so I did my best offline and sat down just now to correct and fix all the errors I made, now that I can look up the correct spellings and words for things I didn't get quite right. I started by dumping the whole thing into Google translate. Here's the result, without any corrections or adjustments at all. Far more amusing than the story I intended...

It all started with a shovel, as things start. First, just me my home, walking on the street, think my thoughts, listen to my music. I was happy with the weather passed, that knows that winter was coming, but has not yet arrived. When the car stopped by, I barely glanced over my shoulder, but something caught my eye. How old is this child, who was driving the car? Ten? Twenty ending? When looked at him, I found out there were looking at me. Then the truck came. The driver of the truck was leaning on his horn, but the child can not go because now there were three other cars at the intersection.

It got noisy when the bus came, because it was called just as the policeman came to the horse from the other direction. All Hteirim Nissho got off time, with your cameras. The guide contains a cliff them to stay on the bus but they did not Hcshibo. He was totally Afktibi. The policeman blew his whistle but tourists continued to approach the horse, taking pictures all the time with their phones and cameras. Finally, the officer had enough. He dismounted and walked into the plug. He blew his whistle again and yelled, very loudly, everyone freeze! There was a moment of butt, butt complete, then the horse whinnied and galloped rebellion road. People were screaming and crying infant will contain. I turned just in time to see two men get out of their cars, cursing each other, and prepare for battle. Something's cellphone rang, and a woman called Stop! Everybody stop! My daughter, my daughter! "

All the confusion, no one noticed the little girl that migrated into the movement, a few steps behind the little yellow ball of fluff. She was totally concentrated Duckling probably get separated from the others at the park in the corner. Leet approached the girl, and she raised her hands gently platypus. She smiled the biggest smile in the world. Everyone returned to their cars, the girl took the duck safely on a new face and her mother raised her. Traffic flow back to normal and I continued my trip.

Sunday in the park with Erwin (Schrödinger) - Part Zero

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Mon, 07 Oct 2013 02:32:00 +0000

So, I occasionally attend the meetings of a group called “Philosophy in L.A.”, a discussion group that meets in a public “community room” in Santa Monica. I don’t remember how I first got on the mailing list of this group, but it turns out they are a Meetup group as much as anything else. At the first meeting I attended (topic: Gun Control), I made friends with a guy I’ll call Moses, and he mentioned that there was, in the same room but on different Sundays, a similar Meetup group that got together to talk about Quantum Mechanics, in case, you know, I was interested. Wow. Out of my league. But at the second Philosophy meeting I attended (topic: Loyalty), it became clear that another guy was there by accident, having gotten confused about the date for QM. No, that’s next week, said Moses, but stay and see how you like this one. The guy stayed.

Moses insisted I didn’t really need to know that much physics to come to the discussion. Many people don’t talk at all, he said. Ok. Did he sense my utter desperation for intellectual challenge? Don’t get me wrong; I love getting paid to teach dancing. It’s an awesome thing when your hobby can be your living – they actually pay me to do something I’d do anyway, something I love to do. But… let’s be honest. If my creative/artistic side wasn’t completely fulfilled in my first career in software, my intellectual side is surely unfulfilled in my second.

And that’s how I came to spend a bright and beautiful Sunday afternoon in September at the Quantum Mechanics Meetup (topic: Schrödinger's Cat and dual-something-something).

First big question: is Schrödinger correctly pronounced with a hard or soft /g/ sound? (Echoes of the big .gif or .jif debate, anyone?) I’ve always said it like the g in ringer, but the first guy to jump in with questions, let’s call him Wayne and more on him later, pronounced it like the g in ginger. Which is it, internet friends?

The meeting lasted about two hours, and I spent it in a state of almost constant amazement. First, I was here remembering and learning and understanding topics in advanced physics!!! Second, this kind of thing even exists! Random not-necessarily-scientists from all kinds of who-knows-where will gather together one Sunday a month to discuss PHYSICS! I spent quite a bit of time in this meta-space, thinking about the people in the room, and the room around the people, and how these things came together.

Serious idea: I should write a book about the whole Meetup phenomenon. I should go to tons of different Meetups, the social ones and the academic ones and the animal-related and the vegetable-related and the one for Girls Who Embrace Their Naturally Crazy Curly Hair (This exists. Locally.) I’ll notice the patterns, talk to the people, find the similarities and differences and the humor and the pain and just do an enjoyable and enlightening study of this intentional community thing that’s going on.

Serious problem with above serious idea: I’ve already used the word thing about eight times in this essay. Does anyone honestly think I could write a book?

More later, because Life. And attention spans.

I should just have an "egg salad" tumblr by now, eh?

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Fri, 23 Aug 2013 08:47:00 +0000

Go read this article about a fish being eaten by a shark being eaten by a shark!

And while we're here... tumblr? I hardly know 'er!

Also, this:

(Twitter? I hardly know 'er!)

Also, regarding the official inclusion of the meaning of figuratively into the dictionary definition of the word literally, I still propose beginning now to use figuratively in every day conversation, every day, as follows:

I am figuratively sitting at my computer right now.

I am figuratively updating my blog at this moment.

And now, I am figuratively ending this random post and going to bed. Gnight.

First new Egg Salad in a loooong time...

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Mon, 29 Jul 2013 07:40:00 +0000

Two weeks down; two months to go

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Mon, 11 Feb 2013 21:59:00 +0000

And so, a report on these past 17 days, in which I'm not in Israel for the first time but I am in Israel in a new way, in a living here kind of way and not just a visiting kind of way:

Today was a good day.

And how is that a report on 17 days? The answer is that every day is different, and that even though I'm not really living here, I'm getting to experience many of the highs and lows of that experience, like trying to get normal easy things done in a place that is not, for me, normal or easy and in a language that is not, for me, normal or easy.

The first two weeks were quite vacationy, in a way: a wonderful friend lives in a suburb of Tel Aviv, Ra'anana, in a big lovely airy apartment with all the modern conveniences, American style, and a big new car. And said friend happened to be in the States for 13 of those first 14 days and was kind enough to lend me said apartment and said car. I wasn't working, I had other friends in town from the States, and I basically went dancing every single night. No hotel breakfast buffet, but otherwise not so different from past holiday trips here. But occasionally, I had to do some small life thing, like FILL UP THE CAR WITH GAS. Or BUY APPLES AT THE GROCERY STORE. Or even, TAKE OUT THE TRASH.

At home, these are teeny tiny things. In a new country, they're not, simply because things can be different in unexpected ways. You put your credit card into the pump at home and they may ask for your zip code, which you enter without thinking. Here, they ask for your State ID number. Um, I don't have one of those. You walk into the produce section of the grocery store and take one of those thin plastic bags for loose items that cost per their weight, and then you realize that the apples are loose but in small boxes... does this mean you have to buy the box and can't choose whichever and however many apples you want?

Now, these are really small things and easily learned, especially if you follow the advice of an Israeli friend of mine who told me this Golden Rule about what to do when I'm not sure I can do what I want to do:

It's Israel, so you do it. If you get in trouble, you don't do it again.

(Except for parking, he added. Don't fuck with that.)

Now, I know I'm already better off than another foreigner might be, being already used to things like the currency, the different electrical plug, the traffic lights turning yellow to indicate that green is next, NOT that red is next (oy). But still, the little pitfalls can really get you. It takes me an hour to buy things at the grocery store because I want to know how many calories in a thing: here it doesn't say "per serving" and then right above that say how many servings are in the thing. Here it says how many calories are in 100 of some unit, like grams maybe, and then you have to search all over to find out how many grams are in the thing - could be more than 100, could be fewer - and then do the math.

And really, I don't speak the language. I read slowly, I speak slowly, and I understand slowly, when I understand at all. And this is incredibly frustrating.

And the friend from Ra'anana is home so I've moved to what I thought was a studio apartment in Neve Tzedek but is actually a lot more like a small room in Neve Tzedek, and I don't have a car, and I'm working now, and things are suddenly a lot less honeymoony than they were a few days ago.

But then one day, maybe it's today, I take the bus to work and it's the right bus and I get there on time, and then I take students to an activity in another part of the city and that's also the right bus, and then I walk home from the activity without checking Google maps incessantly, and then I put together my new shelving unit from Ikea (ee-kay-ah) which allows me to finally unpack, and then I spend the evening with a new friend whose birthday it is at midnight.

Today was a good day.

Los Angeles, I'm yours... take two? Or, Things I Need to Do When I Get Back

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Thu, 24 Jan 2013 23:00:00 +0000

On September 12, 2007, I blogged about living in L.A. for a few years and what I'd managed to do and see in those years and what I still wanted to get to. Now that it's 5+ years later, I thought it would be fun to re-visit. Original post in black; updates in red!

So, I haven't lived in Los Angeles for even three years yet (now it's been EIGHT!), but I think I've done pretty well at getting around and doing all the famous L.A. *stuff*. Let's take an accounting, because Lord knows how much I love lists:

As of last week (thanks, Scot!), I've been to the Hollywood Bowl four times, and I even performed there once (in SummerSounds!). I have not yet been to the Walt Disney Concert Hall. I have now! In fact, I performed there as well. Amazing theater!

I've seen one concert at the Kodak Theatre (Shlomo Artzi and Shalom Chanoch) and I'VE PERFORMED THERE YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (with Keshet Chaim, opening the show for the Idan Raichel Project concert.) And now I've seen other shows there including the Cirque show that currently occupies the theater full-time, but before that opened I performed there again in an incredible Israel 60 show that included Idan Raichel, Rami Kleinstein, and some of my own choreography!!

I've been to movies at the ArcLight (and Universal CityWalk), but not yet at the Chinese or the El Capitan or the Egyptian or the Silent Movie Theatre... Been to the Chinese... but not the others :(

I've seen three shows at UCLA's Royce Hall, none of which I had to pay for. Twice I won tickets to dance performances (one FANTASTIC flamenco show and one pretty lame fusiony modern thing) from KPCC, and the third time my date had won the tickets on K-Mozart. I've seen a few more shows there now, including Batsheva Dance Company, David Sedaris, and Barak Marshall. Still haven't performed on that stage.

I saw Wicked at the Pantages, but so far I haven't been to the Ahmanson, the Ford, the Greek, the Mark Taper Forum or the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. I *clearly* need to go to more shows. I have been to see the Groundlings. I've performed at the Ford more than once now (I'm pretty sure a picture of my company rehearsing still hangs in their green room... even though I might have hung it myself as a prank!) and I've seen some great stuff at Dorothy Chandler. Gotta get to those others.

I've been to Universal Studios, Disneyland, and twice to Magic Mountain. I feel comfortable not even bothering to put California Adventure on my list, from what I've heard. I have fantastic memories of Knott's Berry Farm from when I was a kid, but I haven't been there in over a decade. I've been to the Magic Castle! Now twice! And more times to Six Flags, but still not CA Adventure or back to Knott's. Haven't been to Legoland either.

I saw Michael Penn and Patton Oswalt at the Largo.

Hell, I was here for hardly a year before I ended up dancing on TV: WEEDS season two, episode six. The creator of the show wrote Israeli dancing into the episode because of me. If that's not a good I-moved-to-LA story, I don't know what is.

I've been to a (two) Dodgers game(s) and a Kings game. I went to a UCLA game at the Rose Bowl (but haven't been to the Tournament of Roses yet). Still to see: Clippers, Angels, Lakers... Galaxy? Sparks? Yup.

I've been to the Getty (actually, I did that once before moving here, but also once since. Dying to go to the Getty Villa in Malibu (Did it, enjoyed it). I've been to the Craft and Folk Art Museum, and I saw the Magritte exhibit at LACMA. Nearly went in to the La Brea Tar Pits, but then didn't. Haven't been to the Autry yet.

I've hiked in Griffith Park and Topanga Canyon, but not nearly enough. I haven't been to the Observatory yet, but I really want to go (Did it, enjoyed it). Also have not been to the Watts Towers yet.

*I've* spent a day on Catalina; have you? I'VE RIDDEN THE SUBWAY! (Turns out it's not just an urban legend that we have one. Who knew?)

The most true proof that I live here now? I've been a member of Bodies in Motion, World Gym, Barry's Bootcamp, and now, 24 Hour Fitness. Sigh. Latest and greatest? Cardiobarre! Oy.

I love it here; I'm lonely here.
(And I clearly need to spend more time near CalTech, because MY INNER GEEK IS STARVING FOR COMPANY.)

I don't think I've done many more Angeliney or Californiay things in these past five years than are listed here, but maybe it's just that I've stopped compiling the mental list. I went skydiving at Perris Valley, I BOUGHT A CONDO IN THE VALLEY, I... well, I leave tomorrow morning for three months. Strange time to be thinking about the fun-at-home, but you know: I'll do anything, anything, before packing.

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Thu, 24 Jan 2013 18:16:00 +0000

So, thanks to a wayward link from Jewcy.com, I accidentally watched this:

when I thought I was going to be watching this:

Honestly, I kind of loved them both, BUT KIND OF A DIFFERENT VIBE, NO??

Is it 9 Days To Go?

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Thu, 17 Jan 2013 03:00:00 +0000

When I was 12 years old, I moved from New York to Florida. I kept in touch with some friends and because my father and family still lived in NY, I would go back to visit pretty frequently. I certainly was not the most popular girl at Wisdom Lane Middle School when I left at the end of my 6th grade year, but let me tell you: going away and coming back does WONDERS for your popularity. I'd come up to visit and go to school with my bff Kathleen and I'd feel like the queen of the world - people who never spoke to me before I moved away all wanted a piece of me when I came back for these brief appearances! I have found this effect over and over again in my life and I am enjoying it now - having been away for three months (and having plans to leave again so soon), I show up to work or school or dancing and feel like a celebrity. Thanks, y'all!

Of course, I spend most of my time answering the questions of where-have-you-been and when-are-you-leaving-again. It's fun to refer to my weeks here in my own home as a "visit", like it's a stop on my travels and not a break between travels. And I keep thinking I should make one of those yes/no websites, like IS IT CHRISTMAS? and IS IT A JEWISH HOLIDAY TODAY?

IS RDB HOME TODAY?

YES.

But not for long...

10 days and counting...

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Tue, 15 Jan 2013 18:24:00 +0000

Did I mention that I'm going to be a HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH TEACHER while living in Tel Aviv? I know that idea doesn't conform to everyone's idea of a good time, but I COULDN'T BE MORE EXCITED. I HAVE BEEN A SECRET CLOSET WANNABE HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH TEACHER SINCE... forever. My last stint doing anything like this was teaching 5th grade reading a few years ago at Heschel Day School. That was a great experience, and this new gig will be a dream come true.

So in this moment of literary delight, allow me to share with you the most incredible collection of artful book-porn I've seen! Not the usual library/collection/bookcase kind, but the real ART kind. It's all here at Tor.com. Take a look, and tell me which is your favorite! Shout-out to my mom, who first alerted me to this, and whose favorite is the "awesomest book group ever."

(Definitely filing this away for future printing and hanging and decorating...)

11 Days to Go...

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Mon, 14 Jan 2013 23:35:00 +0000

So, after my cross-country trip came my extended stay in New Hampshire and then a couple of fantastic months traveling slowly down the East Coast, visiting friends new and old and having a generally incredible time. Lots of lessons to be blogged - don't worry, they're coming! After my three weeks in Florida with my mom, I flew back to California, finally, and spent a night in my own home after so many months away! Then it was couple days at dance camp, a week of Alonim Winter Camp and a great time teaching at Elderhostel (I love it every year - I get to see all my old friends! Ha.), and then I IMMEDIATELY left for a 9-day stay in Panama with Lila. It's been quite a trip... or trips, really. Anyway, I'm home now for a very brief stint - less than two weeks! - before I leave for three months in Israel. I've never been out of the country for anything approaching that amount of time and I am SOOO excited to finally do it. I'll be the English teacher for American tenth-graders on an exchange program with Tichon Hadash High School and I can't wait!! But I have so much to do to get ready... eeek!

I'll keep trying to catch up with the trips that have already happened and blogging the new adventures as they come, but at least now you've got the scoop! I've had an incredibly rich and full few days just since I got back into town from Panama, and I expect the next 11 days to be just packed as well! Stay tuned to this space...

and thanks for following along!

2012-2013

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Tue, 01 Jan 2013 07:25:00 +0000

I rang in 2012 in Piazza San Marco in Venice, Italy. During the remainder of the year, I taught my first workshops in Brazil, I chaperoned 40 teenagers in Israel for three weeks, and I returned to Italy for two more weeks. I worked my ninth summer as Director of Dance at Camp Alonim, I got un-engaged, I drove cross-country, and I arrived in Florida in time to help nurse my mom through quintuple bypass surgery. My road trips took me to and through 21 states in the last three months of the year (and a district and a province!), and I'll watch the calendar turn over with a dear friend in Panama City, Panama. I turned 35, I dragged a friend through a half-marathon on a whim, I saw the President. I learned many things, including just how many amazing friends I have all over this country. As Lewis would say, Dear 2013: You have some pretty big shoes to fill, but I'm looking forward to seeing what you have in store for me.

Happy New Year Everyone!

On The Road

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Tue, 04 Dec 2012 19:50:00 +0000

I left Los Angeles 8 weeks ago today. What a long strange trip it's been.

Lila baila!

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Mon, 03 Dec 2012 20:22:00 +0000

Um, you know my dear sweet wonderful friend Lila is in the Peace Corps, right? Serving in Panama? And that she keeps a blog about it? And that it's great and you should read it? Right. You did. Ok.

Laila Baila en Panama!

.

Sweet New England; Or, RDB Gets a Tick on Her Back and Almost Dies

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Sat, 01 Dec 2012 20:04:00 +0000

So, I'm a little bit behind on blogging The Great Wanderlust of 2012. I did a decent job with documenting the West Coast Edition of the Teach Erica Something World Tour and summarized road trip one ("up"). Next came the trip cross-country ("over"), which was captured mostly in pictures from here and there, and summarized by the numbers. Since then... well, these trips began 9+ weeks and 21+ states ago, so I have some catching up to do.

My first stop on trip three ("down") was the Bardo Farm in New Hampshire. I was there nearly three weeks and could have stayed much longer. I did quite a lot of learning, and my trip was bookended by two big events: seeing President Obama on the first day and walking the Manchester City Half-Marathon on the last day!

In between, I spent a lot of time with great friends, helped (by some vague definition of "help") with an assortment of farm activities, and basically spent as much time with power tools as possible. Here I am with the log splitter, the chainsaw, and a weed whacker. Lord, could I even get any handier?

I spent some time shooting guns of all sizes... mostly at paper, plastic, and metal targets, but I did manage to shoot my share of (exploding) zombies at the Zombie Apocalypse party!

And since I've become a little bit obsessed with PhotoGrid, here's one more collage of me and various farm animals and farm vehicles - a four-wheeler, a three-wheeler, and a two-wheeler. It's hard to tell how adorable those piglets are from the picture but trust me: A. Dor. A. Ble.

Other adventures in NH included getting to visit my fabulous cousin, the Deputy Field Director for Training and Internships at Obama For America; helping hold down Shadow, my friend's poor dog, while we extracted porcupine needles from his mouth (ouch!). Oh, and ALMOST DYING FROM A TICK ON MY BACK. I hope to be back in May :)

Today's lesson - G

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Sat, 03 Nov 2012 03:10:00 +0000

The Teach Erica Something World Tour: New England Edition has mostly consisted of teaching Erica to use power tools. Today, however, something a little bit different:

In a sense, I am Edward Gorey.

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Thu, 01 Nov 2012 02:26:00 +0000

An excerpt from Floating Worlds: The Letters of Edward Gorey and Peter F. Neumeyer:

Of the two men, Gorey emerges as the more avid correspondent, and the more confessional — a startlingly out-of-character turn, given the solitary artist’s notorious evasiveness in interviews and disinclination to answer mail or, for that matter, return calls. In Elephant House, a book of photographs of Gorey’s home, the photographer Kevin McDermott recalls “boxes of opened and unopened mail, much of it from fans,” surrounding Gorey’s sofa. Typically, Gorey replied to such letters, if he replied at all, with a postcard of his own design. Featuring a Gorey cat dozing on top of a mound of correspondence, it informed the recipient, “You’ve written me to no avail, because I never read my mail.” The novelist and critic Alexander Theroux notes, in his memoir of their friendship, The Strange Case of Edward Gorey, that the artist’s “doors lacked knobs, and I am convinced they were intentionally left that way.” When the telephone rang, Gorey was often heard to shout, “I am not here.”

Indeed, I am not.

(Also, I may have once memorized The Gashlycrumb Tinies. But I've since forgotten most of it, and that's a different story altogether.)

NH Day Two: THE MAN HIMSELF

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Thu, 18 Oct 2012 18:33:00 +0000

I know there's a perfect West Wing quotation to put here, but I don't know what it is.

YES HE IS WAVING AT ME

NEW HAMPSHIRE: Day One

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Wed, 17 Oct 2012 18:26:00 +0000

So, having driven cross-country and dropped off the car, my original plan was for Road Trip 3 to begin. However, I find myself without an actual car, and that makes road tripping a little more difficult. I'm planning to spend some time out here slowly making my way down the East Coast nonetheless, visiting friends from NH to FL. First stop: the Robert Frost Farm in Derry, NH. Closed for the season, but we found the yellow wood anyway.

Stats, stet, take two

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Wed, 17 Oct 2012 14:54:00 +0000

Road Trip 2 of 3 Complete!

Number of nights spent at friends' places: 2 (in OK and IL)
Number of nights spent in motels: 6
Number of states visited: 11! (AZ, NM, TX, OK, MO, IL, IN, OH, PA, NY, MA)
Total miles driven: 3400 (almost exactly the same as trip 1)
Minimum total number of Diet Cokes consumed: no really, you don't want to know
Number of gas fill-ups (but not full tanks): 10
Highest price paid for gas: $3.99/gallon (lower than trip 1)
Lowest price paid for gas: $3.32/gallon (also lower than trip 1)
Average miles per gallon: 29 (in someone's early-2000s Honda Accord)
Number of hours of the audiobook of Game of Thrones listened to: 7 hours, 20 minutes (arrgh)

Number of hours of the audiobook of Clash of Kings listened to: 5 hours, 29 minutes

(Number of hours of the audiobook of Clash of Kings still to go: 31 hours. Not gonna happen. Maybe.)

Number of college campuses visited: 1 (Harvard)

Number of New Jew alumni met, on the other side of the country: 1

Number of speeding tickets received: 0 (Thank God)

So, I completed Trips Up and Over. Now for Down... and maybe Back!

(I mean, yes, Back, but that'll probably be a flight, not a road trip!)

OHIO / PENNSYLVANIA / ON THE ROAD

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Mon, 15 Oct 2012 03:36:00 +0000

LOOKING UP

ILLINOIS

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Sun, 14 Oct 2012 03:22:00 +0000

Aside from that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the show?

You guys, the Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum is GREAT. Extremely well done, and far more interesting than I could have predicted.

MISSOURI

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Sat, 13 Oct 2012 08:00:00 +0000

ARCHING

TEXAS

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Sat, 13 Oct 2012 06:09:00 +0000

DRILLING

NEW MEXICO

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Fri, 12 Oct 2012 05:12:00 +0000

FIESTA

Also: finished listening to the last ten hours of the first book of Game of Thrones and let me say this: Fuck you. HOW ABOUT WRAPPING UP EVEN ONE LITTLE STRAND OF SOMETHING, IT'S CALLED THE *END* OF A BOOK FOR A REASON OMIGOD.

ARIZONA

noreply@blogger.com (ReadDanceBliss) — Thu, 11 Oct 2012 06:34:00 +0000

Road trip #2 has begun and it is...

GRAND.