1/1/01 11:12pm MST
The drive up was twelve hours which sounds bad, but isn't really all that strenuous. Nevada is a dump. is filled with crazy people, I'm sure, but they stayed out of our way. The police in are nice people.
Despite six years of absence I retained a perfect memory of the scent here. The entry, the halls, the pantry, each a constant. There are: new lights, old blankets, old games, and new speakers.
The temperature never did drop to one digit, but there was-- and is-- ice.
"What are you then? You're a reductionist."
Quiet, birch, rivers, runs, careful walking, slow heating.
New Year's Eve passed without notice in the middle of a movie. "No,
we're just going to stay home and cook our own meal," I replied when
asked. It was a quiet night, but one filled with tasty food and
over-chilled champagne. If I ever make those crab stacks again I'll be
sure to strain all of the ingredients before assembling the final
product.
The local coffee shop offers a host of typical coffee beverages but also "The Keith Richards." It's a quad shot of espresso and a cigarette. Looks like someone's taking after Starr's Continental. They've never heard of Stephen Starr, though. That just wouldnt happen. is a small town, but a connected one, in an odd way.
The preponderance of creditcard babies dressed up in bright ski clothing-colors is astounding. Teens don't exist here on their own, even adults don't exist here on their own unless they have a large bank account. The shops sell ugly sweaters for $300 and people buy them. You get the idea.
With that in mind, I suppose the amount of people acting weightless shouldn't be a surprise. But it still doesnt account for the service at Hana Sushi.
Hemmingway is buried between two pines. Crabs must be ordered in advance. Flags must be used in blizzard situations. Altitude is getting to me.
--Posted 01/01/01 11:12PM