This may be a little off-topic for a running blog, but I think it’s important enough to write about. But first, I want to start by celebrating some GREAT NEWS! … Continue reading Why I asked Obama to Pardon Snowden
I’m a little sad. Tomorrow morning the 2016 Hunter S. Thompson Fear and Loathing 50 miler will kick off at 7 a.m. PST, and I will not be there. It’s … Continue reading Some may never live, but the crazy never die
Happy Thanksgiving! I’m on the road back to New Jersey with my dog and material posessions all packed up in this sweet minivan. I’m trying to move as quickly as … Continue reading Madonna on Soul Mates
Working for yourself is scary and challenging. This past week, I’ve interviewed a couple of young, creative entrepreneurs who are either in the process of, or already have taken … Continue reading Too wild for this world: essential rebellion in ultrarunning and entrepreneurship
This morning I woke up in the middle of the sky to an intercom voice announcing initial descent into Newark, New Jersey. I opened my eyes to see the sun peeking over … Continue reading I guess I can’t say “winter is coming” anymore
I have a truly horrible sense of direction, but I hear that getting lost helps you find yourself. One sunshiny day last week, I woke up feeling hungry for adventure. … Continue reading What danger is there if you don’t think of any?
WARNING: This may offend some people. And if it does, I encourage you to continue reading with an open mind. Sometimes, when I’m in a rush or otherwise not paying … Continue reading I ate Gregory and don’t feel bad about it
When I first started this blog, it was primarily about running. It’s my true love, the thing that saved my life and keeps me going. That’s kind of why I … Continue reading YES! I aM Crazy! It’s LiBerating, you should Try it!”
Over the past several months, I’ve re-read a few different pieces of literature originally introduced in my hazy high school years. I’m at a point where books and movies I … Continue reading He calls me “Miss Spiritual Tramp of 1948”
After almost two weeks of darkness, the power was finally restored at my house this past Sunday! It’s so nice to walk into a warm, glowing home and not have … Continue reading And on the thirteenth day, the giant mechanical crablegs munched some power line spaghetti and said, “Let there be LIGHT!”
“Did the tigers run all around that tree?”
“I thought they’d never stop. I never saw so many tigers.” “There were only six,” Sybil said.
“Only six!” said the young man. “Do you call that only?”
“Do you like wax?” Sybil asked.
“Do I like what?” asked the young man. “Wax.”
“Very much. Don’t you?”
Sybil nodded. “Do you like olives?” she asked.
“Olives–yes. Olives and wax. I never go anyplace without ’em.” “Do you like Sharon Lipschutz?” Sybil asked.
“Yes. Yes, I do,” said the young man. “What I like particularly about her is that she never does anything mean to little dogs in the lobby of the hotel. That little toy bull that belongs to that lady from Canada, for instance. You probably won’t believe this, but some little girls like to poke that little dog with balloon sticks. Sharon doesn’t. She’s never mean or unkind. That’s why I like her so much.”
Sybil was silent.
“I like to chew candles,” she said finally.
“Life is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived.” ––Gabriel Marcel The one consistent exercise that each human being faces worldwide is change. We know … Continue reading This quote was in an email I found in my inbox this morning