Originally written Dec. 19, 2008:

It’s not my intention to go to the Mekong Delta or have us jump on a Blackhawk helicopter for a joy ride just this moment. Who’s got the time or inclination to watch “Apocalypse Now”?

Now is a totally inconvenient time for thinking about the past and wondering about our future.

My new readers will wonder what the heck is happening at Anne of Carversville. One minute I’m writing about wearing a sexy thong with grommets, and now we’re in Black Hawk helicopters.

Smart Sensuality=Complex

I tell you, my friends. We Smart Sensuality women are complex birds. We hate to specialize, being such holistic thinkers. Life is not tidy and compartmentalized for us.

The older I get, I think real life is mostly grey matter, sandwiched between polarized opposing views that make for better reading. I’m trying to demonstrate that reasonable minds needn’t be dull journalism.

Perhaps writing about Somalia the other night, I’m channeling Dan Eldon again.

The truth is — as much as I want to write about fairies and sugarplums — I can’t today. My Cinderella muse left the building.

Blame it on YouTube. Blame it on my living at the World Trade Center site. Blame it on Dick Cheney. Just don’t blame me. My fingers are racing on autopilot across the keyboard.

Let’s go! This is live. No edit.

December 19, 2008

Land of the Little People

In a world struggling with grave concerns about vanished and endangered species, what pleasure we feel, learning that a new report by WWF documents rebirth in previously charred territory. Who knows. Perhaps they were alive all along.

Over 1,000 species have been newly discovered in the Greater Mekong, over the last 10 years.

These creatures aren’t disarmingly beautiful, not like the those baby lemurs born in Oct. Besides, I’ll bet those sweet lemurs can do some serious damage, when provoked or even on the hunt. Never underestimate the power or craftiness of wild animals.

Looks are deceiving.

1991 United Airlines: Bangkok to Hong Kong

Reading this story, I’m back on United Airlines. “Queen Victoria”, the flight attendants called me, and that’s the truth.

e2k PhotographyI was one of two people in First Class. This fact becomes relevant, when you envision me running from one window in the cabin to another, as our jumbo jet dropped out of the clouds to about 10,000 feet, perhaps lower.