I’ve been tweeting for over a year now. I like Twitter. Used properly, it’s a mobile tool that can yield much joy. It’s not for everyone.

There was a thread going around my Twitter feed today that provided a link that would make a “Twitter cloud” out of all a person’s posts over the past year or six months or week. Here’s what my Twitter cloud said were the most used words in my tweets over the past year:

time, airport, love

And I think that is excellent and telling and useless, probably, except that I felt a little of that joy I … Read entire post

We’re staying at a “fancy” hotel.

Some hotels are seriously fancy. The Four Seasons comes to mind. The Ritz. In those places, fancy is a way of life. They don’t think about fancy. You get the shrimp fork and the crystal goblet and the fresh flowers and that’s it; there’s no announcement made. The ballrooms and duvets and the fanciness speaks for itself.

This place, this spa-resort-hotel-experience is fake fancy. Oh, it’s busting with amenities. There are a million employees. They’ve got several pools, everyone calls you by your name (e.g., “Ms. Fons? Will you be enjoying our spa offerings during your … Read entire post

This morning I ate a cloud.

We spotted a breakfast place on the outskirts of Bisbee yesterday called The Bisbee Breakfast Club. It sounded like a club that we wanted to join immediately. It was located next to Bisbee’s food co-op, which I was eager to check out, anyway, so we made a mental note to eat at our club as soon as we could justify it. That meant this morning. So around 10:00am we checked out of our hotel (which, by the way, was the perfect level of mini-soap luxury) and drove out of the gulch, past the huge copper … Read entire post

See? I told you there were two parts to this entry. I cannot be contained.

Here’s the thing about the desert:

Mountains and wide expanses of scrubby brush and sky look pretty much the same today as they did in the 1800s, so when you look at them as you speed along the highway in your silver Dodge Charger, you start thinking about the wagon trains and the Native Americans and the gold that people died for and the mines that killed them and the women who gave birth in Doc Smithy’s General Store and the insanity that must be present in … Read entire post