Running
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My favorite painting in the world is at the National Museum of Mexican Art in Chicago. Don’t ask me how a Mexican national museum can be in Chicago without expecting a lecture in return – and I’ll expect you to take notes. The paining is called gente primitiva by Carlos Almaraz. It’s brushy with thick
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I’m running in northwest Montana’s Six Mile Valley and I’m thinking a little bit too hard. I’ve been reading the sensory delight that is Michelle McNamara’s Crying in H Mart and the thundering tome that is Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian. These two books are an awkward combination and I’m taking all of this far too
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Right now I’m in Seaside, Oregon, hiding out from 50mph winds and sideways rain in a Starbucks – turns out there’s a reason tourists don’t come here in December. But this is when I did, when I had the time, and so I’m in this Starbucks and I’m the only one wearing a raincoat and
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