tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65565311931915362022012-01-29T14:22:06.925-08:00Memoirs of a blissful nomadLorelai236http://www.blogger.com/profile/07843508795513619233noreply@blogger.comBlogger1471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556531193191536202.post-62989093744680506732011-12-15T15:38:00.000-08:002011-12-22T15:39:38.719-08:00

And profoundly, absurdly happy.

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I was living a lie.On the outside, I had the trappings of happiness. A $2,000/month apartment overlooking Baltimore's Inner Harbor. 31 years old with a six-figure job. Daydreams of buying the 2012 Mustang I drove across the Palm Desert. And paying for it with cash.I had never felt more hollow.An illness, a thunderbolt, woke me up. I was staring at the ceiling, lying on the floor of a 5-star

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One of the happiest times of my life was the two years I lived in the pine-fresh woods north of Boston, working towards my Master's at the University of New Hampshire. I focused on Early American Literature - not the bland, boring musings of James Fenimore Cooper, or the holier-than-thou missives of Nathaniel Hawthorne - no, I went further back in time, deep into 1750s Colonial America, where

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Peace is palpable.While we hit the alarm clock for 5 more minutes of sleep,The sun in New Hampshire climbs through the trees.While we stumble downstairs, spilling a cup of coffee,The moss creeps higher on an old, brick wall.As we slam the car door and pray we don't need gas,A frog splashes into Hyla Brook.(Because we're not around, does he make a sound?)While we stare at the computer screen,

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There's not much to see inside a whale's belly: forty pounds of sturgeon, unknown, putrid pools, trash bags, plastic 6-can rings, and leather loafers. And maybe a surf board or two, if I was correct in what I felt (it was quite dark). A few thousand feet off California's Big Sur coast, the whale blew what can only be described as some awesome chunks. The explosion was solid: a skyscraper's worth

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For three days I travelled, paddling thru murky waters, stealing horses at night, grasping my way across granite hilltops. I wiped the mist from my face - or was that sweat? The GPS read 4,126 miles from home (and 93 miles outside of Dublin) when I came across the cavern. It was tucked into the side of Dungotten Rock. On the east side of the rock, tourists paid for boiled dinners while minstrels

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The Greatest American stories begin on the road. (Preferably from the driver's seat of a Mustang.)I was 106 miles from Los Angeles, deep in the Palm Desert, ticking past exits for Asbestos Mountain, Cabazon and Idyllwild. My iced coffee had sweated into a puddle by the gear shift. The temperature outside read 105; it was hot - dry - not Florida sticky, but bright enough to adjust my sunglasses.In

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To those who get altitude sickness, I offer this advice:Eat your brains out! Perhaps the oxygen missing from your head finds its way into your stomach, cause I swear my metabolism sped up in Denver.Inhaling chicken fried pork, I had a side of peppery Delmonico steak, gulped Shirley Temples on the hour, and something from John Elway's restaurant. (Was it green? I think.)John's cute, for the record

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A fizzy drink, made from rum and grapefruit juice. A tall, blond, and successful man - sitting next to me and cracking jokes. (I have to add, the restaurant had the loveliest, paisley hand-tiled wall.)I was nervous! I never dated a man with his shit together before.I'm serious - lump the rest of 'em together, and you'd have quite a pile of mashed potatoes.But he seems different. He let me talk,

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Earth mothers, hippies and other granola types like to 1) hang crystals from ceilings, and 2) sit beneath them. They say they feel the good vibes, man.Seven crystals align with the 7 chakras of the human body. Lay under them and look up, maybe listen to some Enya, and let the healing begin. Colored lights get channeled through the crystals, which flow thru the body's chakras, ostensibly for

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Austin isn't weird. It's fantastic. The food is nice, the shopping is lovely, but that compares little to cute boys - and Austin seems to have a lot of em.John's a nomad, like me - in the middle of a road trip from California to New Orleans. I was exploring Texas for my next travel guide. A guy I met earlier that day had invited me to a beard & mustache party at The Mohawk. PatrickClear enufOver

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I once ended a relationship with these parting words: "shine on, you crazy diamond." I'm pretty sure there was a lava lamp nearby. And maybe some rolling papers.I thought he was the coolest guy who ever lived. He wasn't - he treated me pretty horribly, in hindsight, but I guess you overlook a lot when you're wearing those rose-colored glasses.Umm...there's no point to that story other than

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I spend loads of time writing about the places I visit. But there's nothing quite like coming home, after a long trip in a foreign land, greeted at the airport by your Dad and your dog.Back when I was in college, I dreamt about tasting that first warm mouthful of a roast beef dinner my Mom made when we came home for Christmas. I'd eat too quickly - the dining hall food was horrible, and I guess

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Lonely Planet says that Dolly Parton, Eastern Tennessee's most famous resident, made a career out of singing about girls who leave behind their woodland homes and discover the glitz of the city. (They always end up sorry.)But I'm not sorry for exploring the Appalachians - the windshield view of six states of 'em, at least. And I look forward to returning and hiking them...See, my goal is to work

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In the shop where I bought my cowgirl hat, a man wearing a leather fringed coat and carrying a Chihuahua announced they were taking the shopowner on a date. She was also wearing a cowgirl hat. I loved every minute of it.I love another Nashville resident, Johnny Cash. (Can you spot him?) The first time I heard Live at San Quentin, I stopped what I was doing - fifty-nine minutes later, when the

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"First of all you come to Atlanta and you don't even look me up," my friend Virginia told me."Then you go to the Unclaimed Baggage center?? I always thought that place was myth! We talk about it all the time at Delta Airlines."Yes Virginia, there is an Unclaimed Baggage Center - it's a few miles across the Georgia border. Round these parts:(The middle of nowhere, in other words).It's the stuff of

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I've decided that the best way to start a cold, rainy day is with a fried peanut butter, honey and banana sandwich. (Ex: see Presley, Elvis, 1972.)My stomach warm with peanut buttery goodness from O'Carr's deli, we left behind Alabama's cotton fields and made our way to Atlanta.What a fun town! It's where Margaret Mitchell sits in her 1920s apartment, placing yet another sheet atop the 5 foot

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Turns out, Hitler's typewriter sits at the Hall of History in Bessemer, Alabama.It formerly lived at the Fürer's alpine retreat in Berchtesgaden - the "Eagle's Nest," they called it. There, sucking in the crisp morning air, Hitler typed orders that marched armies to their deaths, and built gas chambers in concentration camps.(Museum visitors have tried to type on it, but there's no typewriter

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Three hundred and thirty four miles along Florida's I-75, I became aware of my eyelids. The teeny mustached Italianos I had bribed to prop them up had gone on espresso break. Stupid Italians. I was just one day into the road trip but my lids were too heavy to stay up, and so down they rolled, like shades at night, half obscuring the highway. I blinked a few times, then opened them wide. That not

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The Everglades is a sea of grass. A marshy river, moving 100 feet a day.There are 6 kinds of native snakes that live in the Everglades, and one 'interloper' - a python that someone bought from a pet shop which had outgrown his cage. He had swallowed a few tennis balls, then the neighbor's dog. So, he was dropped off in the night, then proceeded to romance a harem of coral snakes, resulting in at

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On the Eastern Shore of Maryland, I found my voice.

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We are all made of corn. It's the cow that became the Big Mac we bite into. It's the Cheezy Curl between the sofa cushions. It's in the cushions, too. It's the fabric in our car, and the gas in our tank - it's the kibbles we feed the dog, the soda we sip, and the sheet paneling the walls of our house.On a related note, I just came back from Iowa. Corn grows 360 degrees there. And there, in the

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Greetings from St. Augustine! I'm never coming home. Dawn and I decided to open a pastry shop/coffee house/pub in Fells. Work be damned.

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JJ seemed normal.He was sitting across from me at Tommaso's Famous Pizza. We had walked thru North Beach just as the fog was coming in. Behind us the Transamerica building rose, like an obelisk. (I hoped I'd never feel an earthquake.)In his Honda sportscar, he had shown me San Francisco's secrets: the dragons wrapped around the Chinatown arch, the four story Forever 21, the view of the skyline

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The captain cut the motor eight miles off the coast of Key Largo, and in the curious new silence, our boat sloshed to a halt. We had an hour to spare before the next thunderstorm.I grabbed hold of the railing and peered into the deep - the water was blue like Christmas lights. Parrotfish and sea cucumbers stared back; deeper still, a nub of coral shriveled up for dead.After dark 'round these

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Sometimes you have to tell your job to shove itAnd skip town at noonTo hunt for shell shaped Christmas ornamentsAnd taste coconut water.So much depends on a Jimmy Buffett-type Singing beside the white chickens.You'll head down to the oceanBut wind up at a bar, swear you've seen a ghost(or something to that effect),and when you finally go to bed, you'll sleep like a rockWith a belly full of

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They say you can never go back, but I did, last weekend, and it was lovely. When I left Baltimore, the trees were bare and the cobblestones wrapped in a blanket of snow. Six months later, the summer heat seeped thru every old crack in Fells Point's foundation. I walked the neighborhood with Mike, past the sailboats tied up at the marina, past the Cat's Eye and its blues band, and the Fell family

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Next lifetime, I'm coming back as 5'9 blond with implants and a fake tan.I'll live in Vegas and wear fishnets. With lacquered fingers, I'll deliver screwdrivers and cocktail napkins into the trembling hands of old men."Sometimes, I take a lover," I'll tell them in my breathy Marilyn voice, "but my real passion is the can can." (And while I won't be very good at it, they'll pat my behind and smile

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I received this advice before I went to New Orleans: stay in your car and don't get lost! Apparently, crime there is even worse than Baltimore's. I went by myself (like I often do) so I stayed on the well-trodden path. But even there Katrina's hand was evident. Only one lane was open on the highway to the airport, and as I sat in traffic on Carrollton Ave. I realized that the bulldozers weren't

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Swimming after work, a few good trips, a cute new boy (he's a pilot!), Sirius satellite radio and a subscription to The Week magazine. Staying up late; I'm coming back.

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I found out that J is moving back in with his ex-wife.The woman he told me he never loved. The woman he was married to for 10 years (and separated from for 2), because it was the "friendly" thing to do. He said such awful things about her when we were together.Now I wonder if he left my bed in the middle of the night to go sleep in hers.I hope his head hits a big, sharp:

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Last night I dreamt I visited an elementary school for deranged children - each child had seen a ghost or had another paranormal encounter. A little girl with a bobbed haircut and blue eyes reached out her hands to me as we stood around a group of kid-sized desks.My name is Lorelai, I said. Lorelai. At that instant, something grabbed me from behind.I awoke in a sweat. I gathered my dog George

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Nassau is where old men go to impress their noticeably younger women. Every couple at my bed & breakfast shared the Daddy Warbucks dynamic. I shuddered when I thought what those women put up with at night. (I think that's why they smoked pot.) It made my stomach churn so much, I almost couldn't finish my Mahi Mahi, caught fresh that morning in the Exumas.Almost, I said.It's a tough life, travel

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I moved down here to escape. From winter, from snow, from Mom and Dad and doctors and hospitals and iv drips and needles. I found where spring was hiding. There were pink flowers in February! And the sun felt fantastic. I made a point to go to the beach every Saturday. It's my therapy.I thought, since I’m in the neighborhood, enter J. He said as much the night we talked. But it’s sad; he can’t.

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One January morning, breathing frost, a truck driver stopped in front of my building. Piece by piece, he wheeled out two years of memories from my Fells Point apartment.My furniture went into a small compartment of a larger trailer that contained the worldy possessions of two other families. One was from Maine, the other, Pennsylvania - we were all moving to Florida.I wasn't planning on driving

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On Christmas Eve, David's Dad and Stepmom Jo backed their trailer out of the trailer park in Southern Maryland and drove three hours to Fells Point. They brought all of the ingredients for Christmas dinner - a salt free ham, a salami, and a 5 lb bag of potatoes.Chain smoking their way up 95, by the time they arrived their trailer had lost a hubcap, and their sheepdog Misty, having annoyed

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My dog George introduced me to David. We were walking by the pier near Michael Phelps' house, and when George spotted him, his little tail started to wag. Having been abused by a man in rural Pennsylvania, my dog George was usually shy around men, but not David. He had the broad shouldered build of someone who labored for a living; turned out, he was in the Army Special Forces. He didn't have to

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Whenever my Grandmother did something naughty, my Mom would say "that's it; when you die you're getting cremated." It was their favorite argument. Being a devout Catholic (and more than a little superstitious), Grandmom would take me aside and make me promise that she'd get a proper burial, next to Grandpop.I loved Grandmom. She loved life and could even joke about death. We were kindred spirits

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The shopper looked to be about my age, blond, with slightly better taste in jeans. She was sorting through the pile of flannel shirts I had laid out but not yet folded, thinking I'd have time once I finished my coffee.The morning was bright, still cool for Vermont, with a few too many singing birds for my taste - it was the day of my post-divorce yard sale.The woman had stopped at the pile of my

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... is not mine.My family thinks I have hemorrhoid issues, but I've been framed!A couple of years back, while recovering from a tremendous surgery, the nurse gave me a bag of suppositories to prevent the nausea that accompanied the nearly DEA-forbidden-strength pain pills. I then left the capsules in my refrigerator, where they refused to spoil for the next 3 years. My brother's girlfriend,

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I was just 4 years old the night of the masquerade, but I can still picture it vividly.My parents were the golden couple - my mother was the world's most famous flapper, and her husband Scott, my father, was a part-time writer but a full-time drunk.Mother looked beautiful dressed in a fringed white gown. A peacock mask covered all but her blue irises. Her hair was smoothed at her forehead then

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Thump! Thump! Thump! Someone was at my bedroom door.I froze. I was 11. And dressed in a flower power dress with a green wig on my head. I had just smeared the final layer of Mom's lipstick around my lips. My knee-high socks doubled as moon boots.Meet your Cosmic Flight Attendant! I had announced to a cabin of teddy bears. I served them tea. And they liked my swagger.Mom didn't normally come home

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Early for my interview, I bumped into the Big Boss in the wood-panelled library. He was fresh from Florida, pimped out in a beige suit and held some kind of Cuban cigar. I told him how fantastic it was to see him and he asked if I wanted to smoke outside. Of course I said yes. So we went out to the park in Mt. Vernon square, and being November, it was pretty chilly. I had on a navy blue dress and

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Southernmost point in the US. Reporting from my beachfront suite - God bless you Marriott Rewards. Earlier I saw the room where Ernest Hemingway wrote Old Man and the Sea, and made friends with Frances, a six toed cat. Then I inhaled the most perfect Cuban sandwich at a little dive called El Siboney. Jesus must be Cuban.

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Land of hippie bicyclists... Reporting from the beautiful Rose Test Garden, where there was a sweetness to the air. The sun was out too - I could see Mt Hood in the distance.Portlanders were incredibly - almost disconcertingly - friendly to a girl traveling by herself. They struck up a conversation at Voodoo Donut.(His belly was full of red jelly.)They came up to me at Powell's Books, then at a

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Where it rained all weekend.I zipped my thin grey jacket higher and hoped I wouldn't catch a cold. The morning's temperature was in the low 40s, but the hot coffee in my stomach felt wonderful."Betcha glad you didn't ordah the full stack!" my seatmate suggested as I cut into a tower of blueberry pancakes. He wore a flannel shirt. The pancakes were covered with butter. The diner - in downtown

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It all started with a roll of toilet paper.Two, in fact.My newly ex boyfriend Mike had an obsession with toilet paper. He'd stay for the weekend and seriously use a roll a day. I asked him about it one time. He said most of it was consumed when he blew his nose. *Most* being the operative word.We ended our relationship on surprisingly good terms. We even travelled to Savannah post-breakup. In

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James,The moon looks lovely from the bottom of my champagne glass.Or was that light from the police helicopter, scanning each street in Fells?There goes the cop car, its siren like a song.Black night, slight wind, sailboats sit on syringes and Coke cans.This night is for Baltimore. It is a night for lovely...Oh James! How each glass makes me remember you more fondly, how I do Wish to hear your

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They say the way to a person’s heart is thru their stomach. And after consuming approximately 10,585 breakfasts, lunches and dinners over the course of my life, I can say with some authority that I agree. Moreover, I have concluded that the purest expression of love – the very pinnacle – can be found in the form of a roast beef dinner. Now I’m not just talking about any roast beef – this is the

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Rhett Butler was out of town when I was in Charleston, but at least I got to see his house.As a blockade runner, Rhett had a questionable reputation but excellent taste.So when his marriage to Scarlett O'Hara was falling apart, he told her he was going back to Charleston because he wanted to see "if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace." (Then he left her sorry ass.)

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Huffing and puffing my way up the last flight of steps out of one hundred flights of steps from Alaskan Way to the public market, the view at the top felt. That. Much more. Beautiful. Seattle's Elliott Bay was dotted with sailboats. It sparkled as far as the eye could see before clouds the color of dirty laundry took over. Somewhere beneath, the sun tried to rise.Pike's Place Market was abuzz

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On my way to Vancouver I learned how hard it is to get out of the States with a non-American.My boyfriend was a Brit with a record of visa troubles, so at the Canadian border, a super buff Asian Mountie asked us to get out of the car. For more than two hours we waited inside the Mountie Center while he searched the trunk for child pornography and explosives.He asked us all sorts of questions,

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Guests of the Vinoy Hotel in St. Petersburg, Florida often remark how the central 5th story window swings open at night. There's no one in the room to open it, but out it swings and sways in the breeze, creaking louder than the crickets.In the summer of 1922, Catherine Vinoy stood before that window. Torn between her love for the young carriage house worker and her family's chilly disapproval,

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Did I mention that it's FREEZING in Iceland?I learned that offroading. The mountains were no match for us. And we rolled past Geothermal steam huts like they were in the suburbs.Bjork played here once, our guide said, pointing into a crater.Then he parked the Hummer on a sheet of ice. Gently balancing a plastic stepstool on the surface, he motioned us down from our perch.Somehow, no one slipped

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Reykavik is the world´s most northern capital city.Everyone is incredibly nice. And they prefer using credit cards over cash.Plus, they´re all obsessed with hot dogs.(Dennis seriously had some for breakfast.) This is my kinda town!!!

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London was everything I dreamt it would be: old, cold and damp.It was a living Dickens novel. Even the cockney African man asking for change in the underground could've recited poetry. When I opened my mouth to respond, my words fell out, flaaaaaaaht, in a boring straight line.But everyone loved me because I was American. (God bless Obama!)The old buildings were nice, and the dead people even

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Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.1) I have an irrational fear of parallel parking 2) And the feel of newsprint. 3) I overcame that with The New York Times online;4

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It wasn't until half-past three that I thought about leaving. The party was still going; Al Jolson songs played while dancing girls spilled champagne from their glasses. Not two hours before Tom got the idea to take Jake's car for a drive. Blowing the horn (and probably waking up the rest of West Egg), he zoomed out of the stables, kicking up rocks and puddles as he went. His supporters, all

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Seven miles off the coast of Massachusetts, a ship sliced through the sea. No one heard the waves crash against its hull, or watched the ice form from the spray; there was no wise captain to steer this ship, and no crew to guide itJust one man, alone, trying his best to get home.O sing to me of that man, Muse, the man of twists and turnsDriven time and again off courseMany cities he saw many

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I live for business trips. Unlike my father, whose flights connect twice and must eat on $40 a day, we travel in Luxury's lap.Even while Wall Street's walls were crumbling, we whiled away four days in Miami... listening to details of the credit crisis as Habano smoke circled 'round the wood-paneled room.The horror! I exclaimed, lifting another forkful of bloody filet mignon into my mouth.

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Meet my roommate George.He farts, but I still love him. George is my little buddy in Baltimore. We do everything together, and we have a lot in common: we could eat the same thing every night, for instance. And we'd be happy spending the whole day in bed.But our favorite activity has got to be our morning walk. Outside our building, we walk past the pier (ah, fresh salty air!), then turn onto the

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When I was in seventh grade, my father was offered a new job. Two, actually. One was for NASA, in Maryland; the other in Los Alamos, New Mexico. Secretly I read the tourism brochures from each state as he was making his decision, and I can still remember how exotic Albuquerque looked at night, with its chain of mountains and sky the most gorgeous shade of purple. But my Dad picked Maryland, so I

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Robert Frost once said that good fences make good neighbors...I've seen the fences around Robert's New Hampshire home. They were made of stone, just a foot or two high, with moss growing on their slimy tops. Frogs hopped from post to post before splashing in the nearby brook.Being neighborly seemed downright attractive.In Baltimore yesterday, another fence went up. This one's made of iron, with

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And it is good.That's my new "office." It's the Cosby's house.My new job is fantastic. I love my new boss. And it's a welcome change to work with all boys. Seriously. I walk in those massive front doors and "it's raining men" starts to play.It could be coming from the bar, which is next door. We party a lot. What more could one ask for? Come visit me in Baltimore!

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Last week, I was nodding off in front of my work computer (I burn a lot of midnight oil) when the thought occurred that it might be time to fire up the ole’ job search. I gave myself a year to do it.When I got home, I sent out one resume.Twelve hours later, I got a phone call.Two days after that, I sat in a wing chair in a Victorian mansion in Baltimore wondering if the house was haunted.Thirty

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Spring has sprung!

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Everyone's heard of St. Patrick's Day, but I didn't find out about St. Joseph's Day until I lived in Rhode Island.No one really knows that much about the Biblical Joseph, besides the long hours he put in at the wood shop, and the cute brunette he fell for who turned out to be pregnant.My friend, the best writer I know, penned a play about "the Christs." They lived in a duplex in North Providence.

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So I was thinking about Newton's Laws of Motion (don't ask me why), and I came up with this little ditty. It's an imaginary conversation between a horse and a farmer. Hope you like it-Happy Thursday!Horse and WagonI once knew a horse named LarryWho had a load to carryBut didn't like to work(The jerk).He took great satisfactionIn Newton's Law of ActionAnd said"The force of this horseEquals the

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I got a fat ass raise.We're talking a Fat Albert-sized ass.And a bonus. I'm officially part of the ole' boys club.Nice posse A lot of my friends think I'm crazy for sticking this job out. Yes, I work my tail off, but the rewards are pretty much worth it. In three year's time, I've doubled my salary: that's a 100% increase in financialese. I've learned a lot and want to learn some more—it's fun, I

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My lovely friend Rebecca says I have a secret admirer. Intriguing.We went to a dinner party full of exceptionally beautiful people. Seriously, it was like dining with the cast of Models Inc., only they actually ate and provided good discussion. It could be any one of them.Rebecca says my impression on him was better--so good, in fact, that he's since dumped his girlfriend and asked for my number

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I love my brother very much. But I give him crappy presents.Such knowledge is depressing—I always thought I was one of the better gift-givers. I saved my allowance for months when I was little to buy my Mom a pasta pot. Lisa, a fellow Aquarian, couldn't stop laughing at the "Horrorscope" mug I sent her from Urban Outfitters. My Dad loves beer, so I used to write him poems about it. Sober.But

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Confronted with life's pressing questions, I often ask myself, "What would Dr. Katz do?"

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The NY Philharmonic gave a concert in North Korea today, and they played so well, they made the Commies cry. Now Kim Jong-Il will go away, so rainbows and unicorns can rule like they're supposed to.Apparently, Antonio Banderas isn't the only one packin' heat in his guitar case. Classical musicians know how to use their bows and rosins: The NY Times says a U.S. orchestra played the heck out of

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I didn't watch the Oscars, but I did notice George Clooney's Date Night on my iGoogle homepage. Really. Ladies. I know mere mention of his name and our jaws swing open, but he's not all that. He seems kinda smug. And Out of Sight—great cinema? Pshaw!While Lisa would chide me for not including Brad Pitt (O She who owns Brad Pitt salt and pepper shakers), I have put together a list of Hollywood's "

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I can't make sense of my strange dreams other than the fact that I must really hate snakes. But this ain't no irrational fear. Samuel knows, when you're surrounded by snakes, you act first and think second. I lived in New Hampshire for two years, and those mofos would drop from the trees and onto your shoulders if you were hiking. Okay, that never happened. I never went hiking.But Lisa and I did

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It was a real pleasure seeing Dennis! last night. We went to one of DC's finest divebars.Pistols even made a special guest appearance. He brought his studio audience with him. It was hard to hear above the noise they were making, but trust me, he was hilarious.We made a new friend, too. He gave Dennis his number. You go boy!Ummm, apologies for the shaky camera. It's got a problem with the [

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Sup Cyberpeeps. Just got back from a week in Florida, and boy are my legs sunburnt. I spent four days in Miami. It was full of "vices."Say hello to my leetle plane.I was there on assignment--needed to stuff my face and drink myself silly for the travel guide. I succeeded.Spent a lot of time here.Pretended this was my house.Shopped til my sandals fell off. I loved the sherbet colored art deco

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It's that time again, hepcats. I decided to reread an old favorite poetry book in bed last night, but when I opened it, a sheet fell out from its brittle pages. It was a poem I wrote for my college newspaper! An exercise in off rhymes. Man, this takes me back. So, tap your bongos and snap your fingers. Then tell me one of yours. :)Autumn in New EnglandRobert Frost is feeling restlessDrives a

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The more stress I'm under, the more vivid my dreams are. I've been having some really strange ones lately. As I was telling Pistols, I dreamt I was eating a bowl of cereal, but instead of corn flakes on my spoon, I scooped up bite after bite of buttons. And then I swallowed them.Not too long before that, I dreamt that my friend Lisa and I were in an aquarium. We swam with the fishes, who for some

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It was the nursery rhyme that inspired childhood obesity. But just who was that "Baker's Man?"I bet he knew the Muffin Man... I pondered these mysteries as I shovelled another forkful of Daszzle's lovely cheesecake into my mouth.Yes, let us all have and eat cake. Birthday cake especially.Yesterday was in fact my birthday, and I was flooded with cakes and other sweet wishes.My Mom and dear friend

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Sorry cyberpeeps. You must be thinking God smote me with bronchitis.I'm actually feeling a whole lot better. Been busy.Business school is awesome! My net worth is growing by the minute. Blink and you'll miss the basis points.My Econ professor speaks the language of mathematics, but his voice makes up for what his personality lacks. He sounds just like Robin Leach."When net benefits are maximized,

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Is for the dogs.Bronchitis is gross--damn you global warming! I'm burning up in this hizzouse. And very close to buying this.

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With so much drama in the LBCIt’s kinda hard being Snoop D-Oh-Double-GDrama, thou knowst my name. I was thrown into Bermuda Triangle-sized confusion these past few days, finding myself with the unfortunate predicament of two men vying for my affection. I know, I know. No one felt sorry for Marcia when she had the same problem on The Brady Bunch. But trust me, having more than one guy like you

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Mornin'. Hope your New Year's Eve was nice. Mine was fantastic. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.Like a lot of people, I've gotten to thinking about new year's resolutions. There are a couple of things I could/should be doing better this year, so allow me clear my throat. In 2008, I resolve to: Cook moreAnd sleep less.Abstain from partying,Do all of my business school homework,And practice

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They're puppies!Over Christmas dinner, my brother and his girlfriend announced they're moving back to DC. It'll be really nice to have them around. I'm always down for another drinking companion. Or two. My brother asked me to look after their pup for the next few months 'til they find their own place and settle in.One look made up my mind.Click to enlarge—if you can handle the cutenessNow where

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This Christmas, I hope everyone who's travelling gets where they're going safely. Lucky for me, I'm staying put. Call me biased, but Washington DC is beautiful in every season. Spring is soft, the entire city blossoms. Summer is sultry, and the shine on our faces is actually kinda hot. Fall is special. While our changing leaves aren't as vibrant as they are up in New England, I notice more golden

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For years, I harbored a secret fear. A terrifying, life-hindering fear that I would throw up on the metro. To protect myself, I'd never ride it backwards. Or on a full stomach. Then one day, I broke through to the other side. (Completely sober.) I was working at the time for a bunch of artsy freaks, many of whom dressed like muppets. They were so mean, and my job was so awful. It entailed opening

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Fantastic news! I got into business school. I'm going part-time, and my job is paying for it. Four year cocktail party, anyone?

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I once broke up with a guy by telling him that my Filet O Fish sandwich gave me more pleasure than he did.If there's such a thing as food karma, then I got my "just desserts" last night. L.L. invited me out to dinner. But when I got there, L.L. was already seated, served and halfway thru his meal. Wha? the chicken bones on his plate said as they stared up at my face. Couldn't wait a moment longer

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To help us defrost from this week’s snowstorm, a few warm memories. One of my travel writing assignments this summer was to explore the lovely city of Boston. Of course, the best way to travel is with friends, and I was lucky enough to do just that.My trip actually began north of Boston, at the University of New Hampshire. I still fantasize about this library:Pine freshLater I went to my favorite

Lorelai236http://www.blogger.com/profile/07843508795513619233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556531193191536202.post-64429933751415294422007-12-06T10:59:00.001-08:002007-12-06T18:53:51.549-08:00

Three winter essentials: s'mores, a fireplace and a hot man's broad shoulders. To lean on. And, possibly, to dig one's car out of the snow.

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It's no stretch to say that your taste in movies is formed by your life experience. Take Something’s Gotta Give, one of my current favorites. My secret wish is to be Diane Keaton. I love everything she’s in. The Family Stone? Great movie. Annie Hall? Of course! Shout out to Hey Pretty, whose Mom looks just like her. I am very jealous.Anyway, in case you haven’t seen it, Something’s the off-again,

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No matter what time I wake up, I’m always 20 minutes late for work. I could set my alarm for 7 or 8 or 6—I could even get up at 6, but invariably, I'll get lost in my closet, or caught up reading horoscopes, or figuring out what that song about stripping and tipping is called on iTunes. Then I'll rouse myself with a start, gasp at the time, and roll out to work.If only I still had my superpowers…

Lorelai236http://www.blogger.com/profile/07843508795513619233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556531193191536202.post-61946645598700152462007-11-27T19:34:00.000-08:002009-12-05T18:39:18.520-08:00

Speaking of shoes, it’s been 1367 1368 days since I haven’t gotten a compliment on my footwear. It’s not the same pair, either.(File photo)You know who has great taste in shoes? Minnie Mouse. And her alter ego, Nancy Reagan.

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How was your Thanksgiving?Mine was fantastic, thanks for asking. My beautiful friend Lisa flew in from New Hampshire (and boy are our credit cards tired!)We had a great meal with my folks. Then we fell asleep watching the Packers game. Ahhh. Doesn't get much better than that. On Friday we headed to ye old Columbia Mall. That place just keeps getting better.I bumped into my friend Ken, who I

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I spend my work week reading and writing. So when the weekend rolls around, I naturally head to the library.But it's not just any library.Behold!It's like I'm at Hogwarts.I'm not researching anything substantial; I just like to catch up on my witches, or my early American curmudgeons. Or art & design. It's my dream to one day open my own coffee shop, so I've been trying to learn more about visual

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My friends and I had the pleasure of watching the High Heel Drag Race—a DC tradition. Many thanks to Dennis! for these fantastic photos. Man! Or—er—Lady! I wish I could be a man so I could dress up like a woman!Now don't get me wrong. I love my makeup and shoes and cute outfits (in fact, when I'm independently wealthy, I'm gonna work behind the Estee Lauder counter), but my junk just can't

Lorelai236http://www.blogger.com/profile/07843508795513619233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556531193191536202.post-58643837119232139552007-10-20T08:50:00.001-07:002009-12-05T19:53:43.241-08:00

The evening started out innocently enough. I celebrated my friend Steve's birthday at this cozy little place on U Street: Both wine and conversation sparkled. I work with my friends at an art gallery part-time, but I often wish I could recycle my Wall Street Journals and sell antique Buddha heads full-time. Instead of birthday cake, we had wine for dessert. Then I remembered my other friend Will

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Firmly focused on the stock market, the lovely Daszzle and I spent Friday afternoon pondering whether Wikipedia got its write-up wrong about Zelda Fitzgerald. I guess we're in the Halloween spirit. We discovered the creepy (most likely haunted) mental hospital that Zelda stayed in while she and F. Scott, her famous husband, lived in Rockville. According to the site, she died in a tragic fire

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