I am up in the woods, playing board games, reading books in my long underwear (currently A Long Way Gone by Ishmael Beah, holy cow it's riveting), eyeing two expectant boxes full of student fiction portfolios, and tromping around in knee-deep snow. My friends are the ones up to more interesting stuff. To wit:
Amy made a fabulous gingerbread house, northwoods-style, complete with sugar-glass windows, rifle and woodpile;
Megan took some beautiful pictures of Portland covered in snow (!);
Donal posted pictures from the Empire State and City replete with his trademark skewed haunting-ness;
Cathy's fantastic (in both senses of the word) poetry narrative Dance Dance Revolution has come out in paperback;
Mike and Donal have a dark and seductive new website for their movie, October Country;
and my dog developed his first-ever whisker icicles after a brisk morning snowshoe.