Italians, Poets, Fish That Don’t Bite, and a Question?
Well the Italians came and went. I couldn’t actually feed and house the mushers; it’s against the rules. But, I did take good care of some film crews and their guides, and have spent the last week talking with mushers down at the river. Fabrizio, is the italian musher I have tracking since the beginning. I was really impressed when he arrived in how friendly he was given the amount of sleep deprivation he’s been through and the amount of miles his body has traveled. He pretended to be a little hurt when I asked where the film crew guide that had been following him was. Fabrizio was hoping that I was his number one fan and that was the only reason I was there. Really I was there because I promised my mentor Mary that I would take care of her friend Eric. Fab asked, “Have you heard about Italian men?” Of course my reply was, “Yes, they live with their mothers until they’re forty.” It was a good week for meeting men who are impressed with the world I’m living in out here and seek similar experiences. There was a nice camera man from LA, working for the Discovery Channel. We had one of those ‘we know each other’ moments even though we couldn’t pinpoint from where. Still the knowing feeling was strong and he’ll be emailing me. There was definitely an opportunity for me “to do [some of] what they do on the Discovery Channel.” Grandpa Fred- don’t your hopes up. This fish (meaning me) is currently not biting and it may be a while before I do. Rob and I could do some skiing together though. Tonight I am having a poet from New Jersey over for dinner. I am rather excited. We will be discussing a personal favorite poet of mine, Mary TallMountain. Other topics I foresee include our personal connections with landscapes and my current battle with symbolism. This is a tall order, isn’t it? In other news University of Colorado Boulder accepted me for a masters program. I think I will be moving there and I am frightened by that. I have to find a job and a place to live, and leave this incredible place and my incredible friends and students. Is this fear a warning not to go or just panic about changing my world again?
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