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Lola & Me

My sweetest little Argentine Thoroughbred cross pony, Lola, plays with me at Horse Park in Woodside, California. This is our Fun Match on June 21, 2011. Lola is a better polo player than me.

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And to Europe

London and Zurich and all my fine memories, I return in July. Looking forward to seeing you.

Learning Portuguese

Photos from my trip to Lisbon are here.

The Land of Lost Content

Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.

- Alfred Edward Housman

It’s almost like you’re here with me

Was sitting overlooking the Rio Tejo in Lisbon when a girl walked up to me and asked if I’d like my photo taken. “Sure!” I said and handed her my camera. She looked a little surprised since she obviously wanted to take photos of me with her fancy camera so she could sell them to [...]

Saudade

This time, I’m in Lisbon. In my personal Groundhog Day or cheesy Kelly Clarkson song, I’m thousands of miles away again, experiencing the same core meltdown as six years ago, seemingly doomed to forever repeat past follies. No matter where you go you can’t run away from yourself, and this appears to hold truer the [...]

By the rules

A lot of bad things have happened recently, including one thing ostensibly negative but that on further examination turned out to be an odd sort of thought exercise. I’ve been unhappy on and off at work, and a coworker tried to give me some advice that amounted to “play by the rules.”

“Jess, if you’re [...]

a love like that

Even after all this time, The sun never says to the earth, “You owe Me.” Look what happens with A love like that, It lights the Whole Sky. – Hāfez

The strangest thing

The strangest thing happened at the barn Sunday while I was taking care of my spotted mare. I’d left her in the crossties to dry after a bath on an unusually warm January weekend while I cleaned tack. While I was wiping down her bridle from a distance away I saw a girl walk up [...]