A New Year approaching:
A new font, a new blog, new news, new webpage, new domain, new thought, thoughts, new unemployment figures, Seafood Newburg, new cowboy boots, new words from 2 year olds, new inventory, new ideas, new President, new cabinet, new senators, new stories, new lies, Newt Gingrich, New Delhi, new watch, new toys, new rules, new ways to break the rules, Fig Newton, new jokes, new semester, new grades, new classes, new work, new state, new country, new continent, New Jersey, new World, new music, new food, new restaurants, new businesses, new bankruptcies, new foreclosures, new banks, new credit cards, new loans, new houses, new cars, new marriages, new births, new formed families, new deaths, new hospitalizations, new diseases, new cures, new epidemics, new venoms, new anti-venoms, new ideas, new jewelry, new clothes, new shoes, new belts, new buckles, new socks, new stockings, new vegetables, new fruit, new food group, new thoughts, new freedoms, new license, new separations, new beginnings, new divorce, new baby, new adoption, new birth, New York, new train, new station, new tracks, new conductor, new bottles, new booze, new tequila, new hangover, new medication, new drugs, new drug cartels, new pillow, new sheets, new bed, new quilt, new dust ruffle, new strings on the guitar, new chords, new notes, new scales, new staff, new page, new instrument, new room, new space, new blog, new i.m., new pictures, new photos, new family photo, new text message, new paper, new headlines, new wealth, new poverty, new crime, new sentences, new fines, new tickets, new traffic, new trolleys, new waves, new moon, new planet, new star, new solar system, new constellation, new bills, new receipts, new gas prices, new border patrol, new jobs, new purchases, new opportunities, new recipes, new tenants, new lease, new dog, new cat, new hope, new sorrow, new joy, new headache, new injury, new sport, new race, new wins, new losses, new victory, new defeats, new statistics, new lectures, new papers, new grades, new tuition, new FAFSA, new graduates, new Ph. D., new M.D., new welfare, new poverty, new crime, new punishment, new friend, new enemy, new acquaintances, new headlines, new tragedy, new delight, new fangled ideas, new vitamins, new word check, new vista, new programs, new computer, new camera, new phone, new earrings, new beach, new destination, new mountain, new snow, new chalet, new hot chocolate, new calories, new phone charger, new phone call, new pager, new shampoo, new tooth paste, new soap, new movies, new theatre, new song, new hit, new play, new beliefs, new habits, new therapy, new cures, new acceptance, new way, new day, new week , new month,
new year.
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Saturday, December 27, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Telluride Tempting Thrills
The first time I landed in Telluride, even before I landed, my breathe was taken away from me and I have traveled to many parts of the World. I'm not sure if it was the plane’s wings barely clearing the steep and rugged mountains slim passage into this box canyon, or the raw beauty of these majestic mountains overlooking this tiny, charming, historic Victorian town that appears to stand frozen in time. Whatever it was, this memory of Telluride and my first glance at her has been permanently etched in my mind.
Every year, it is this one town and mountain that without a doubt, I look forward to return. I must say that as a seasoned traveler, lifelong skier, and an independent travel agent, I am certain that Telluride is one of the most remarkable Ski Destinations in the world. By the mid 1990s, Telluride had shed both its mining personality and drug image to establish itself as a premier resort town balancing modern culture with fascinating western history.
Telluride today is best known for its world-class ski resort, which boasts 1,700 acres of terrain, three air gardens and terrain parks, and one complete with a superpipe. Other popular winter activities include Nordic skiing, dog sledding, snowboarding, sleigh rides, snowmobiling, ice climbing, heli-skiing, ice skating, sledding and more, especially for the romantic. Telluride's bad-boy town image attracted celebrities and of course, the summer festivals don't hurt the towns’ reputation.
In 2003, Prospect Bowl, an extension to the ski area opened, providing the resort with many new trails and back country runs. In 2007-08, the ski area opened some of the most extreme, in-bound, hike-to terrain in the country. Most lifts in the area are high speed quad chairs capable of holding four passengers. The highest lift on the mountain reaches an altitude of 12,255 feet. This is a ski destination to be reckoned with. This is also one of the most romantic mountain town and destination I have ever seen. Talk about getting away and seclusion, nestled into the box canyon (its entrance is its only exit) of this great old cowboy town. Fabulous restaurants, world-class dining, a free gondola connecting the town to Mountain Village, as you pass through this enchanted village, you feel as though you are walking through a picture postcard lost somewhere in time. No wonder it was once used as a stop by for drug smugglers and a bad-boy reputation sprang up. This place wasn't even on the resort map until the first lift went up in the early 1970's. This is a relatively new destination, expensive and difficult to get there, I usually fly in on a private plane. During the winter if the pass is closed, which it often is, you can only get in by a single engine prop. Year-round Telluride pastimes include paragliding, fly-fishing, shopping, fine dining, bird watching, sight-seeing, riding the free gondola and attending day spas.
Telluride is a historic mining town that boomed in the late 1800s, and its quaint Victorian architecture is preserved today, allowing the town status as a National Historic Landmark District. Located on the scenic San Juan Skyway in the heart of southwest Colorado San Juan Mountains, Telluride and Mountain Village are the ideal year-round getaway. Telluride is also a memory waiting to be created.
Now booking ski packages: http://www.protravelnetwork.com/mavensnest
or http://wwwlmavensnest.com/ For the best pricing, email me at: annieadams@earthlink.net
Every year, it is this one town and mountain that without a doubt, I look forward to return. I must say that as a seasoned traveler, lifelong skier, and an independent travel agent, I am certain that Telluride is one of the most remarkable Ski Destinations in the world. By the mid 1990s, Telluride had shed both its mining personality and drug image to establish itself as a premier resort town balancing modern culture with fascinating western history.
Telluride today is best known for its world-class ski resort, which boasts 1,700 acres of terrain, three air gardens and terrain parks, and one complete with a superpipe. Other popular winter activities include Nordic skiing, dog sledding, snowboarding, sleigh rides, snowmobiling, ice climbing, heli-skiing, ice skating, sledding and more, especially for the romantic. Telluride's bad-boy town image attracted celebrities and of course, the summer festivals don't hurt the towns’ reputation.
In 2003, Prospect Bowl, an extension to the ski area opened, providing the resort with many new trails and back country runs. In 2007-08, the ski area opened some of the most extreme, in-bound, hike-to terrain in the country. Most lifts in the area are high speed quad chairs capable of holding four passengers. The highest lift on the mountain reaches an altitude of 12,255 feet. This is a ski destination to be reckoned with. This is also one of the most romantic mountain town and destination I have ever seen. Talk about getting away and seclusion, nestled into the box canyon (its entrance is its only exit) of this great old cowboy town. Fabulous restaurants, world-class dining, a free gondola connecting the town to Mountain Village, as you pass through this enchanted village, you feel as though you are walking through a picture postcard lost somewhere in time. No wonder it was once used as a stop by for drug smugglers and a bad-boy reputation sprang up. This place wasn't even on the resort map until the first lift went up in the early 1970's. This is a relatively new destination, expensive and difficult to get there, I usually fly in on a private plane. During the winter if the pass is closed, which it often is, you can only get in by a single engine prop. Year-round Telluride pastimes include paragliding, fly-fishing, shopping, fine dining, bird watching, sight-seeing, riding the free gondola and attending day spas.
Telluride is a historic mining town that boomed in the late 1800s, and its quaint Victorian architecture is preserved today, allowing the town status as a National Historic Landmark District. Located on the scenic San Juan Skyway in the heart of southwest Colorado San Juan Mountains, Telluride and Mountain Village are the ideal year-round getaway. Telluride is also a memory waiting to be created.
Now booking ski packages: http://www.protravelnetwork.com/mavensnest
or http://wwwlmavensnest.com/ For the best pricing, email me at: annieadams@earthlink.net
Thursday, October 23, 2008
"Screens"
SCREENS
I think that I shall never see
A computer lovely as a tree.
A screen whose hungry face is prest
Against the shelves sweet glowing rest;
A screen that looks at Me all day,
And lifts her blackened face to say;
A screen that may in summer wear
A mavensnest of robins in her stare;
Upon whose keyboard fingers lay;
Who intimately lives without delay.
Computers are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
“Trees” altered by the ravenmaven (2008)
Original by Sergeant Joyce Kilmer (1913)
I think that I shall never see
A computer lovely as a tree.
A screen whose hungry face is prest
Against the shelves sweet glowing rest;
A screen that looks at Me all day,
And lifts her blackened face to say;
A screen that may in summer wear
A mavensnest of robins in her stare;
Upon whose keyboard fingers lay;
Who intimately lives without delay.
Computers are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
“Trees” altered by the ravenmaven (2008)
Original by Sergeant Joyce Kilmer (1913)
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Destin-ee continues...
More Destin-ee
After a bit of repartee with the security man on the elevator we made our way to our assigned room on the fourth floor of the Emerald Grande Resort. The room, rather suite, as we came to understand, was perfect with an incredible view of the bay, pool and the bridge to Destin canvassing the entire picture.
After a moment we realized that the man at the desk had given us an entire suite with three bedrooms, two baths, two balconies; one off of the living room with the plush furniture and flat screen TV and one of off the master suite which proved to be perfectly decorated and comfortable. The master bath was pure black- swirled marble with exquisite light fixtures and Jacuzzi tub with separate shower. It was far more than we had expected or needed; we quickly made a few phone calls to invite family and friends to fill up the extra bedrooms.
We ambled into kitchen which was divine; black and brown speckled granite countertops, perfectly formed cherry cabinets with stainless steel appliances graced a spacious area with sunken dimmer lights shining delicately onto our workspace where a pitcher of accurately-executed margaritas was emerging rapidly.
Out to the balcony we ushered ourselves, just in time to watch the beauty of nothingness but nature transforming itself ever so gently into the welcomed evening of an unexpected venue. We sipped the margaritas, carefully navigating the salt rimmed glasses and counted our blessings once again for the unexpected, unplanned, and truly welcomed surprises that a wrong turn onto the right highway of life can offer two very delighted souls of nature.
In minutes - or was it hours? - We made our way down to the promenade amongst the chatter and bustle of tourists and vacationers foraging for fine dining and entertainment. Shortly into our search an elderly couple approached us and asked about the boat that takes guests across the clear, green waters to the private beach that Emerald Grande hosts for its patrons.
Not more than three or four words into the conversation I realized that I was listening in Spanish and not in English; maybe it was the margaritas, maybe it was time of day and the sun was setting so beautifully over the peninsula, but for that moment it mattered not to me what language was being spoken or in which language I replied. And later I thought that this is the beauty of having the ability to speak in more than one language. It is the key to communication. No matter where you are, or what you are doing, your chances of interacting with others has increased simply by being versed in more than one language.
View more ideas at http://www.mavensnest.com/ and be sure to sign up for the free monthly newsletter that contains new food and drink recipes (not all are alcoholic) from different regions of the world. Look for a great margarita recipe and Thanksgiving menu ideas in Novembers issue of Maven's Nest Newsletter.
After a bit of repartee with the security man on the elevator we made our way to our assigned room on the fourth floor of the Emerald Grande Resort. The room, rather suite, as we came to understand, was perfect with an incredible view of the bay, pool and the bridge to Destin canvassing the entire picture.
After a moment we realized that the man at the desk had given us an entire suite with three bedrooms, two baths, two balconies; one off of the living room with the plush furniture and flat screen TV and one of off the master suite which proved to be perfectly decorated and comfortable. The master bath was pure black- swirled marble with exquisite light fixtures and Jacuzzi tub with separate shower. It was far more than we had expected or needed; we quickly made a few phone calls to invite family and friends to fill up the extra bedrooms.
We ambled into kitchen which was divine; black and brown speckled granite countertops, perfectly formed cherry cabinets with stainless steel appliances graced a spacious area with sunken dimmer lights shining delicately onto our workspace where a pitcher of accurately-executed margaritas was emerging rapidly.
Out to the balcony we ushered ourselves, just in time to watch the beauty of nothingness but nature transforming itself ever so gently into the welcomed evening of an unexpected venue. We sipped the margaritas, carefully navigating the salt rimmed glasses and counted our blessings once again for the unexpected, unplanned, and truly welcomed surprises that a wrong turn onto the right highway of life can offer two very delighted souls of nature.
In minutes - or was it hours? - We made our way down to the promenade amongst the chatter and bustle of tourists and vacationers foraging for fine dining and entertainment. Shortly into our search an elderly couple approached us and asked about the boat that takes guests across the clear, green waters to the private beach that Emerald Grande hosts for its patrons.
Not more than three or four words into the conversation I realized that I was listening in Spanish and not in English; maybe it was the margaritas, maybe it was time of day and the sun was setting so beautifully over the peninsula, but for that moment it mattered not to me what language was being spoken or in which language I replied. And later I thought that this is the beauty of having the ability to speak in more than one language. It is the key to communication. No matter where you are, or what you are doing, your chances of interacting with others has increased simply by being versed in more than one language.
View more ideas at http://www.mavensnest.com/ and be sure to sign up for the free monthly newsletter that contains new food and drink recipes (not all are alcoholic) from different regions of the world. Look for a great margarita recipe and Thanksgiving menu ideas in Novembers issue of Maven's Nest Newsletter.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Destin-ee
Destin-ee
An unexpected trip occurred this weekend when I took a ride to Whiting Field with my husband. We had to drop some information there and it was a really nice day on Friday for a drive to Milton, Florida.
On the way out of the base, we decided to try a different route home. My husband said, “Let’s try this other road, do you know where it goes?” I said, “Gosh, no, I’ve never been on these roads before, but it looks like ‘the road less traveled’.” And of course the GPS wasn’t giving us much direction as far as side streets go – no pun intended.
We took ‘the road less traveled’ by us both and sometime later, ended up on Route 98 heading toward Destin. We had never been there before and it was a treat to arrive there in September, after the summer crowds have left and before it is Spring Break time. The hotel we checked into is just over the bridge entering Destin. Well, it really isn’t a hotel, more accurately, it is a resort. Even more accurately, it is one of the ‘Legendary Resorts’, it is called ‘Emerald Grande’. I picked up a pen there and the web address is http://www.emeraldgrande.com . I haven’t gone to the website yet, but probably will once I jot down some of my thoughts.
As we were crossing that bridge into Destin, I sighted a huge building that I mistook as being somewhat Flemish in design. As the road twisted and turned, I would adjust my sight to it. It was just rising out of the sky like some Disney building, or if you have ever been to Foxwoods Resort and Casino in Connecticut, as you are cruising down a tree filled road and expecting Bambi to jump out into the road at any moment, suddenly you are in awe at this massive, sparkling tower of incredible concrete and glass rising out of a clearing big enough to build an airport. It was that same element of surprise entering Destin and seeing that grand orangey and glass building with various towers that turned out to be the Emerald Grande Resort. My husband quickly braked and turned the Jaguar into the driveway, it was just about a 180 degree turn at about 30 mph, glad we were in the Jag.
What a divine place to be on a Friday evening; great weather, slight wind blowing about 5 knots, 82 degrees, sails passing every which way, fisherman going out for an evening trolling event, blue skies with billowing white clouds, and a wonderful husband that swept me away for a great escape – no luggage to carry, no thought put into it. We just call home to see if mom can take care of the pup for the weekend. Of course we knew she could, she is staying with us for the next few months to enjoy the holidays that will be coming up soon enough.
When we walked into the lobby, we noted the décor, plush chairs, fine carpets, massive pictures of sea life beautifully and tastefully framed on every wall you turn toward. People chattering in many different languages, it was fun to pick up bits and pieces of conversations in Spanish and French. The desk attendant was pleasant, efficient and before we knew it, we were in the secure elevator trying to figure out how to get it to move. Minutes later, luckily, when the elevator door opened and we realized we were still on the Lobby level, a uniformed security person entered the elevator and swiped his card for us to get up to the 4th floor. … More to say another day… or visit me at http://www.mavensnest.com/
An unexpected trip occurred this weekend when I took a ride to Whiting Field with my husband. We had to drop some information there and it was a really nice day on Friday for a drive to Milton, Florida.
On the way out of the base, we decided to try a different route home. My husband said, “Let’s try this other road, do you know where it goes?” I said, “Gosh, no, I’ve never been on these roads before, but it looks like ‘the road less traveled’.” And of course the GPS wasn’t giving us much direction as far as side streets go – no pun intended.
We took ‘the road less traveled’ by us both and sometime later, ended up on Route 98 heading toward Destin. We had never been there before and it was a treat to arrive there in September, after the summer crowds have left and before it is Spring Break time. The hotel we checked into is just over the bridge entering Destin. Well, it really isn’t a hotel, more accurately, it is a resort. Even more accurately, it is one of the ‘Legendary Resorts’, it is called ‘Emerald Grande’. I picked up a pen there and the web address is http://www.emeraldgrande.com . I haven’t gone to the website yet, but probably will once I jot down some of my thoughts.
As we were crossing that bridge into Destin, I sighted a huge building that I mistook as being somewhat Flemish in design. As the road twisted and turned, I would adjust my sight to it. It was just rising out of the sky like some Disney building, or if you have ever been to Foxwoods Resort and Casino in Connecticut, as you are cruising down a tree filled road and expecting Bambi to jump out into the road at any moment, suddenly you are in awe at this massive, sparkling tower of incredible concrete and glass rising out of a clearing big enough to build an airport. It was that same element of surprise entering Destin and seeing that grand orangey and glass building with various towers that turned out to be the Emerald Grande Resort. My husband quickly braked and turned the Jaguar into the driveway, it was just about a 180 degree turn at about 30 mph, glad we were in the Jag.
What a divine place to be on a Friday evening; great weather, slight wind blowing about 5 knots, 82 degrees, sails passing every which way, fisherman going out for an evening trolling event, blue skies with billowing white clouds, and a wonderful husband that swept me away for a great escape – no luggage to carry, no thought put into it. We just call home to see if mom can take care of the pup for the weekend. Of course we knew she could, she is staying with us for the next few months to enjoy the holidays that will be coming up soon enough.
When we walked into the lobby, we noted the décor, plush chairs, fine carpets, massive pictures of sea life beautifully and tastefully framed on every wall you turn toward. People chattering in many different languages, it was fun to pick up bits and pieces of conversations in Spanish and French. The desk attendant was pleasant, efficient and before we knew it, we were in the secure elevator trying to figure out how to get it to move. Minutes later, luckily, when the elevator door opened and we realized we were still on the Lobby level, a uniformed security person entered the elevator and swiped his card for us to get up to the 4th floor. … More to say another day… or visit me at http://www.mavensnest.com/
Friday, September 26, 2008
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
The URL Not Taken
Two websites diverged in a mellow wood,
And sorry I could not surf both
And be one surfer, long I stood
And scrolled down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the commercial growth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better name,
Because it was sassy and wanted a leer;
Though as for that, the viewing there
Had sworn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally flick,
In views no click had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how clicks leads on to clicks,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two URL's diverged in a screen, and I
—I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Original by Robert Frost (1874-1963)
Altered by Ravenmaven
http://www.mavensnest.com/
addthis_pub = 'sayyes943';
Two websites diverged in a mellow wood,
And sorry I could not surf both
And be one surfer, long I stood
And scrolled down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the commercial growth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better name,
Because it was sassy and wanted a leer;
Though as for that, the viewing there
Had sworn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally flick,
In views no click had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how clicks leads on to clicks,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two URL's diverged in a screen, and I
—I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Original by Robert Frost (1874-1963)
Altered by Ravenmaven
http://www.mavensnest.com/
addthis_pub = 'sayyes943';
Thursday, September 18, 2008
To Virgins, to Make Much of Time
To Virgins, to Make Much of Time (my version)
Gather ye websites while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same domain that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the screen,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be green,
And nearer he's to setting.
That page is best which is the first,
When sites and blogs are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Clicks still succeed the former.
Then be not coy,
but use your time,
And while ye may, go publish;
For, having lost but once your prime,
You may forever vanish.
ROBERT HERRICK (1591-1674)
(altered by Maven;forgive me Herrick;>)
Gather ye websites while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same domain that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the screen,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be green,
And nearer he's to setting.
That page is best which is the first,
When sites and blogs are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Clicks still succeed the former.
Then be not coy,
but use your time,
And while ye may, go publish;
For, having lost but once your prime,
You may forever vanish.
ROBERT HERRICK (1591-1674)
(altered by Maven;forgive me Herrick;>)
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