It's snowing again today in Taos.

It's awfully fun to be spending a week in a beautiful place have intense discussions about the presentation of social marginalization and the dangers of appropriation in stories and a host of other topics that seem about as exciting as the tax code to most friends and family. I wonder, do accountants go to conferences where they have intense discussions about what the ramifications are of the way things are reported on balance sheets (think Enron) and does it send them into such paroxysms of passion and delight?

And that's before the wine and dinner. Because frankly, a glass of wine at 10,000 feet pretty much smacks me in the back of the head and renders me unfit for much more than, 'so, how's the wife and kids?'

Tonight is Margarita night at the Rio Hondo Writer's Workshop. A yearly traditions. And a Margarita at sea level is a pleasant experience. A Margarita at 10,000 feet, possibly a transcendent one.