This is the first plane trip I’ve taken since my trip to #Montreal where I got to meet @Travel_MSW. Glad to be on the nice again. Also have my travel blog (dating back to like 2002) almost fully up at https://t.co/rX5XxqZWXX https://t.co/NAyn8j9vdy — Matt Schwartz (@SnowShoeCow) Aug 21, 2022 from Twitter : https://twitter.com/SnowShoeCow #TravelTweets…
It does 🙂 https://t.co/nypzOxVuOR — Matt Schwartz (@SnowShoeCow) Aug 21, 2022 from Twitter : https://twitter.com/SnowShoeCow #TravelTweets #Tweet #Tweets
Testing to see if my @IFTTT tweet->blogger works. — Matt Schwartz (@SnowShoeCow) Aug 21, 2022 from Twitter : https://twitter.com/SnowShoeCow #TravelTweets #Tweet #Tweets
At the airport on the first leg of my journey!✈️
Okay, now that importing the blog has been succesful, it’s time to…you know…clean this puppy up (so many labels!)! That’ll be an “in-between” semester job…
I am glad that I am a digital packrat. I’m in the process of restoring this blog from backups, including from my LiveJournal days. I feel good to have a place for my personal writing, and travelogues, on the internet again 🙂
Currently getting ready for Vienna (and also getting this extension of my brand up and running and off the ground). Have a lot of exciting travel in store for the coming year, and I’m looking forward to sharing it with all of you 🙂
The United States is, in no way, a democracy. We’re barely a republic (and whether we’re even still that, or ever were, is very much up for debate). With what appears to be the imminent repeal of Roe v. Wade, those with uteruses are very much under attack. So are those in interracial marriages,…
It has been a hard five months. In September my mom had brain surgery to put in a shunt to treat normal pressure hydrocephalus. Then I lost a dear and older friend in the Gay community to cancer (we have so few older gay Men: the Reagan Administration’s handling of HIV, and AIDS largely…
I am, in this moment in time, awfully sad. My heart aches in ways that I have never known before. My soul is bleeding, scarred, and bruised. These emotions, however, are profound, and I am allowing myself to sit – not wallow – in them. It is vitally important that I feel them, and…