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This someone keeps stealing all of my letters–is cool and frustrating as hell. As soon as I got four letters in my name someone would steal one of them.
Multnomah Falls at Columbia River Gorge. This was a Saturday or Sunday, I think and the place was packed with people. We hiked to the top of the falls and felt a bit lost and depressed.
An outhouse in the Olympic National Park rainforest.
Crater Lake is beautiful but we drank too much wine the night before we visited and I felt sick as we drove around it. 
We have a new neighbor. The house next door has finally sold. Allen met him—well not the one who owns it, but his cousin from Toronto. The one who owns it is a general contractor and, according to the cousin, he is excited about the expansion possibilities.
We are not so excited.
Already, I hear the circular saw wailing in the distance, sifting through my windows like Chewbacca’s moan. The house has a three car garage and all of the doors are open on it. Inside, there is a huge pickup truck and dirt bikes, etc. etc.
I see where this is going.
Walking Darby this morning I passed by this bunch (six) of women I see jogging together a lot. They never acknowledge me and pass in a cloud of perfume.
They wear perfume to go jogging.
The foxes are back, creeping across the yard at dawn and dusk. Saw one yesterday morning running from one patch of trees to the next with something in its mouth. On top of its red it had still its dingy winter coat.
I did not see its yellow eyes.
And now I am nervous so I’m chewing bubble gum until my jaw aches and wondering when the hammers will start up again. And wondering when it is time to move.
In the winter I never see the foxes, only their tracks.
The Wired Top 40 is out and there aren’t too many surprises. Moving from #1 last year to #2 this year is Google:
The Internet’s librarian turns out to be its biggest power broker. Fueled by $3.2 billion in 2004 revenue, Google fulfills 200 million searches of 8 billion Web pages a day, determining which sites are seen and which remain buried. And new initiatives keep coming: local search, maps, movie showtimes, searchable television content. A recent post on Slashdot.org puts it neatly: “In a few years, you’ll be driving your Google to the Google to buy some Google for your Google.”
Posting this for my pal Jordan, the host of Word by Word:
Don’t forget to tune into Word by Word Weds. May 4th at 7 pm Pacific Time at: www.krcb.org (click the “Listen” button). Host Jordan Rosenfeld speaks with Philip Beard, author of Dear Zoe, and Sue Miller author, Lost in the Forest (among many others).Both authors’ books discuss deaths in the family, and the awakening of a teenage girl through grief and bewilderment.
If you miss a show, they are archived (approximately two weeks after airing) at Word by Word’s ON-DEMAND page, where dozens of previous shows can already be heard.
May 18th: Steve Almond, author of the new collection of short stories The Evil B.B.Chow as well as Candyfreak and My Life in Heavy Metal, plus Cyndi Cady speaks with Bart Schneider, author of Beautiful Inez. Also listen in for Susan Starbird’s regular column “Wordplay,” as she riffs on motherhood.
Taken from our campsite at Tofino on Vancouver Island. 
Part of a glacier (the columbia glacier maybe?) taken from the Icefields Parkway. It was Labor Day 2001 and freezing cold, snowing. 
myfanwy collins 