telepathic paranoia

Oh my is it December already?  I never posted by November shack pictures.  And really, how will you survive without your monthly update on the state of the abandoned shack near my campus? What has become of all that beautiful golden wheat? It got plowed under, is what. It’s a sort of grim makeover for [… Read More]

Oh look! I went to Seattle! (And went no where near the Space Needle — this was taken from the freeway.) I did, however, make it to Pike Place Market, in desperate pursuit of fresh fish. Coming from the Ocean State, the fish available on menus in Idaho makes me distinctly nervous. This halibut sandwich [… Read More]

I had weird dreams last night about my little college town, mixing elements of Halloween and Homecoming… not sure which is scarier. The WSU campus looks pretty tame and unspooky, for the most part, but a while ago I stumbled across this story on the school website: In May 1971, WSU custodians were cleaning the [… Read More]

Having coffee with a friend a couple of weeks ago, and she asked me why I decided to move out here.  Well, for my program, of course, plus the scenery, the weather…  “And bears,” I told her.  “I love bears.” “Oh, really!  So you know all about the grizzly preserve just up the hill from [… Read More]

Still playing catch up… I’ve been wanting to go to The Old European since before I moved to Pullman. Seriously, google maps threw it at me one day while I was in Providence, and I got all excited. It was probably the presence of lingonberries on the menu that did it, making nostalgic for Scandinavia. [… Read More]

Oh, my poor, neglected blog.  Would you believe that they actually give us a fair amount of work here? This past week should go down in history…  Before it even began, I had dubbed it “Hell Week” thanks to a week-long workshop with Distinguished Visiting Writer Steve Almond, held every evening for two and a [… Read More]

Turned in my new story.  And actually, I’m heading out to turn the same story in again, this time as a writing sample to get into a class taught by Steve Almond.  I’m pretty excited about it (the class, not the story.  I have mixed feelings about the story.). So now maybe I have a [… Read More]

It seems it was only a few days ago that I was dreading my morning walk to the bus, the 85 degree weather guaranteeing my shirt would be unattractively stuck to my back by the time I got to class.  Then this morning I awaken to my husband fiddling with the heaters –  fall is [… Read More]

Wow! The semester is fully in gear now, and grad school work is currently eating my soul. No time for anything thoughtful, but here, have some pictures of this motel sign down the street from me. I know it’s not terribly original, but I’m a huge fan of retro-cool motel signs. Not sure I’ve captured [… Read More]

Friday dawned bright and clear, so we headed over to Moscow for breakfast; on the way back, I stopped to snap my favorite scene again. I’m happier with the light in these, but I think I have to branch out into some new angles. Of course, that’s going to mean navigating the wheat.