Also I’m in Mexico City for a few days and it’s great and Mexico is great and I’m terrible at updating this blog but it’s because I’m having a ball all over the place.

Can you believe this blog didn’t have a tag for ‘ideas about cats’ before this? What kind of cat lady am I. Yeesh. As you can see, Huxley is enjoying Mexico as much as I am.

Solution: Come visit.

Off to eat more churros, ta ta.

Ok, wait, come back. Day of the Dead photos will be up next week when I pull them off a friend’s camera.

Shameless plug: This Sat, Nov 21st, is my birthday!

Sorry for the silence. It’s kind of nice to ignore the internet, every now and again.

Stories friends, stories. But it’s all been on hold while I bounced around looking for an apartment. There are some shoddy apartments out there, but this, this is not one of them. I have an amazing place to live.

Leaving my temporary crash pad at Sara’s was a little sad, she kept feeding me great food and hanging out with me, but it’s exciting to have a place where I know I will be for more than a few days.

The cat, poor poor Hux, agrees. This is like, his 6th place in three weeks or something. Yeesh.

More soon. Bedy by for now.

More details shortly. I leave the first weekish of October, with plans to spend a month at the beach in Cabo and then head inland to the artist hangout of San Miguel de Allende. It’s going to be me and Huxley the cat.

So excited. More soon.

Here’s my first blog on the experimental film Crock, which I warn you, is a bit vulgar.

iPhone in hand, I’ve been taking some pictures. Here’s two and a video, more soon.

The Sugar Shack, created with on site materials found in the closed school.

Local artist Ethan Rose's synchronized music boxes

The only glass plate negative I’ve seen was a magnificent one. My dad is Chilean, so on his 50th birthday we returned to his ranch home in the lake district, coming back to a country he hadn’t seen since he was 15. One of the places we visited was the farm home of my aunt’s boyfriend, a man she’d left behind who apparently never got over her. He and his wife had a rotting but beautiful old Victorian home in the country, with a barn full of piglets that my teenage self couldn’t get enough of. At night they let the single iron stove heater die out, so my other clear memory is of piling under dozens of blankets against the cold–an inverted princess and the pea.

Hanging around the living room one night, the farmer pulled out a box of little treasures that a missionary from England had left at his country church long ago. Tucked in with letters and idols was a perfect glass negative of the Titanic leaving port. Can you imagine?

The dark marks showed the Titanic in the first moments of it’s movement away from the dock. It wasn’t chipped or faded at all, about the size of a playing card and the thickness of a coaster, kept perfect by a man who traveled to rural Chile from England, and then passed around by the church caretakers. When we asked what he would do with it, he said it would always belong to the church, and someone would take care of it after him.

Russian photo link via @mikebarish, who has lots of good travel tweets.

1. I am good at what I do. Or at least other people think so. Cool.
2. It’s high time for a change. A change that removes me from Pacific NW winters.
3. There are international organizations who use the internets to promote environmental responsibility and sustainable travel. And they encourage their employees to move to a new country every few years. Holy shit. WWF and UNESCO, I’m all about you.
4. Working outside an office is where it’s at.
5. Mexico is teh cheap.

We’ll see where these things lead. Big developments all around.

Alex Marco, The Bike. Via BikeSnobNYC. It looks like those cool Peugeot checkerboard jerseys were only made from 1963 to the 80s. Too bad.

Shelia, l’ecole est finie (school is out)

Bonus: This doesn’t involve bikes, but it’s a strange, strange song:

In an attempt at not freaking out, or to stave off the collapsing feeling inside my head, I’ve been listening to podcasts. Radio Lab on WNYC is a beautiful show that explores everyday things, talking to experts in layman’s terms, yakking with my favorite neurologist Oliver Saks (read The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, read it), that sort of thing. And then, when people react to their show by creating something else of beauty, they share it. Like this: