Now I'm here.
I grew up in the mountains of Colorado and the big sky, high desert of New Mexico and learned to love wildness in all things. Oddly, I've found myself for the past 9 years in a city which inspires and humbles me much like the wilderness from whence I came.
A certain sector of my friends and family can't believe I'm here (these people are driving my Subaru and skinning up the backcountry on my skis and riding my almost-vintage steel frame road bike while I can not) and yet another sector (the late night BK intelligentsia that keeps me paying such high rent) can't imagine me outside of the city.
I seek it out -- that wildness -- not in careless abandon, but in the everyday. I like the unusual. The quirky. Little moments of the sacred in a good cup of coffee or the odd Latin beat in the East Village. I get it where I can find it.
I used to find it there.
Now I find it here.
I work for a radio station by day and teach Pilates and yoga by night in order to fuel myself by writing. The configuration of time spent in the office, on the mat, and on the page changes from gig to gig. Lately I've been sitting at my cubicle more than I'd like, researching surf-camps and writing a one-woman show which I hope not to perform myself.
I am doing this with my life: WORDS and BODIES.
I just bought a turntable so I'm reacquainting myself with stuff that sounds good scratchy and the phenomenon of a B Side. Love myself some Americana twang (Bill Monroe, early Johnny Cash, Gillian Welch & David Rawlings, Ryan Adams) and whatever surprises I find on Spotify by way of my penchant for Radiohead, Augustus Pablo, Jose Gonzales, New Order, Beatles...live music is my downfall/upgrade. Thankfully many of my friends are heady jazz musicians so I get a regular dose of that and working at a radio station comes with a soundtrack. Without music I'd be insane.
Re food, I must admit I am an eat-to-liver, not a live-to-eater but I do love to cook when I have someone or something to cook for. I love baking bread. And stews. And epic brunches. Things that take a long time to make, and even longer to eat.
My mom is a film critic so I think of movie theatres a chapels of sorts...I can hit restart on the Human Condition with a bag of popcorn and a tasty trailer. Film I love: Out of Africa, Crash, Being There, The Triplets of Belville, The Sting, Strangers on a Train, Life is Beautiful, Waking Life, Amelie, B'fast at Tiffany's, Ben Hur...
Movies I love: Real Genius, Fletch, Major League, Tootsie, Waiting for Guffman (and the others), anything BOURNE, Mr. Mom, Freaky Friday, The Double McGuffin, Strange Brew...
***i have never seen Casablanca
A sense of humor (provided this is a THING)
music in some form
(the promise of) company
some kind of nut butter
Environmental policy and the possibility of global solutions to global problems and personal solutions to personal problems.
If it's too late to go to medical school.
The rhyme scheme of a sestina.
I also think about the mountains. A lot. Skiing in them. Running in them. Taking pictures of them...
Where you are and why we're not having dinner tonight.
Live music is always a good bet.
Teaching/taking some kind of bendy class.
Stuck in traffic getting out of this city.
Also if you love love love this city but need to leave it from time to time.
Also if you're not afraid to get dirty and explore or just pack up and move to a little town on the Hudson.