Julia "wind" Salem

She gets it...

Indian Prayer

I have been away alone this season, I wasted so much time

The Old House and the Sea

The Clingstone House

Henry Wood, the owner, runs the house like a camp: all skilled workers welcome. The Jamestown Boatyard hauls the family's boats and floating dock and stores them each winter in return for a week's use of the house in the summer.

There are 10 bedrooms at Clingstone, all with indecently beautiful views.

The dining room table seats 14. Refinishing the chairs is a task on the list for a future work weekend.


I would love to visit this place and live there and volunteer my time into keeping this house from sinking. It has such wonderful history to it and an amazing story. I only wish I could live in a place such as this, with all of my friends. Read the story here.

The family comes to Florence

The family came to Florence to visit me!!! They were loving the open bar in first class, mum drank herself to sleep. The seat fully reclined into a horizontal position and came with comfy socks and an eye mask.
I introduced them to limonchello and absinthe the next night. John bought the most expensive bottle of absinthe (typical) and a bottle of limonchello for the children (Tyler, Olivia, Johnathan). That night Olivia became a woman and took her first shot ever. Tyler became a man and took his first shot (we all had bets on Olivia to finish her shot first). My mother was out of control and very loud talking nonsense, needless to say, she saw the green fairy and "devil horns" on Mckenna's head! I was far to hungover to attend class the next day.

He stole every virgin part that she had left...

Nitrous Mafia:

From Bonnaroo and All Good to Panic, Phish and the Dead shows they seem to be taking over the lots, with no intention of even entering the venues. They are organized, fine-tuned drug selling machines that don't give a shit about the music. These guys hit lots like it's a job itinerary or a bank robbery, only going where hippie crack sells best without even buying a ticket for the music. It's a shame that its not about the music anymore. I have seen too many friends destroyed by bohemian excesses, ruined by drugs. When will this stop?