We’ve hardly had any snowstorms this winter in Vermont, and I’d almost started believing we’d have springlike weather right through to, well, spring.
So somehow it’s comforting to sit at an airport waiting for a delayed flight in the midst of a New England snowstorm. A two-hour drive across Vermont today took me through rain, snow, sleet, slush, and an infinity of variations in between.
I’m off to NYC for the AAG (do-re-mi, ABC, 1-2-3 baby you & me, to quote the Jackson Five). I’ll be giving a version of my work on green/eco pilgrimage (through the lens of affect theory, or something like it), and hanging out. If I ever get there.





