Visit Vermont, leave the assholes at home

By now you've heard the the Brattleboro town council has put out arrest warrants for George Bush and Dick Cheney. Of course, it's lead to the expected vile and violent death threats by indignant conservatives.

Those not promising to wipe every Vermonter from the face of the earth, and doing it limb by bloodied limb, are vowing to cancel vacations to Vermont.

Does that mean that violent right-wing wackos will be staying away from Brattleboro for the forseeable future?

Honey, pack our bags.

The mind of winter

It's been awhile since Winter has stopped me dead in my tracks, but it happened today.

I left Connecticut just before it began to snow, on my way to a video shoot in Vermont. At about 1 pm it started snowing in Westminster, and by the time we packed the van, driving was nearly impossible. The snow fell so hard that the windshield wipers kept freezing. We made it one exit, and here we are in Putney at the Putney Inn. Not a bad place to find yourself snowed-in at. The food, was great, and mostly harvested from local farms.

The snow continues to fall, but the weathermen promise it'll stop by midnight. I'm sure the morning will be beautiful, and less treacherous.

The Snow Man
Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is