Posts Tagged ‘Travel’
Nantucket, Massachusetts (Winter 2008)
Sundance 2008: Get Yourself Together
I finally had my Sundance Moment. The long threatened “severe winter event” for which I adjusted my travel plans finally materialized overnight. I woke to the sound of snowplows in reverse, and walked to the window. Everything was brushed white. Six inches of it, and still falling. I went for what may constitute the shortest,…
Read MoreSundance 2008: Slammed
I made any important discovery about myself walking into town just now. I want to be on the guest list, I just don’t want to have to ask to be on the guest list. * * * I’m standing on the patio of Treasure Mountain Inn, home base of the anti-Sundance, Slamdance. The steps of…
Read MoreSundance Film Festival 2008
Bono & The Edge: U2 3D
Benjamin Wagner: What do you notice in yourselves and each other in 3D that you didn’t before? The Edge: I was struck by the separateness really yunno we’re up there quite individual and quite separate something about the 3D the depth of field you really feel that Bono: Are you saying you felt lonely up…
Read MoreSundance 2008: Bullet The Blue Sky
Park City sprawls out below The Lodge At Mountain Village at the base of Park City Mountain Resort. Looking east from Room 270, the sun is crowns the Wasatch in cool pink. Below, steady streams of red brake lights flow towards the highway. Following a largely uneventful (though painfully early) flight, and an equally chill…
Read MoreWindow In The Skies
There may be no more awful sound than Delta Airlines’ on-hold music as heard through the tiny, tinny, mono speakers of my Blackberry at 5:36 in the morning with a soul-crushing, Harp-fueled headache. Abbi woke me up. “What time is it?” For a second, I wondered why we were awake, why she was asking, and…
Read MoreTruckin’
Ask anyone. I’m not a huge fan of The Grateful Dead. At the moment, though — traveling seventy miles-per-hour on the Pennsylvania Turnpike some 37 miles west of Harrisburg — “Truckin’” is kinda’ doin’ it for me. Earlier, I remarked to my brother — who is a huge Deadhead, so huge that the only CDs…
Read MoreBlack & Gold
My brother is a quote machine. “I haven’t had a three dollar beers since college!” After last night’s $6 room service Iron City bottles, I understand and appreciate his enthusiasm. We’re at Doubleday’s on Sixth Street in downtown Pittsburgh, our third bar of the night. Every one of ’em have been absolutely throbbing with Steeler…
Read MoreSpectral Morning
My eyes were half-closed and choked with sleep this morning as I stepped into the darkened bathroom. The backyard was framed by the window pane, it’s slender birch trees pale white against the bruised purple sky. They stood like hungry ghosts against the waning night sky, their shoulders wrapped in a veil of pink and…
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