I am pictured above on the morning of my departure from the United States, on January 4th, 2010. My mother took this photograph in our house in Hamilton, Massachusetts. I appear to have many possessions with me—two bags-full, in fact—and such is true. I had to choose those items such as socks, shirts, books, electronics, [...]
I tend to anthropomorphize those objects of particular joy to me. Some of them receive names; my 2006 Honda Civic goes by SparkleMotion and my new laptop is NightMoose. And, so, I am happy to announce a new addition to my material family and a very welcome traveling companion (though one that will remain unnamed): [...]
I offer now, three weeks and one day later, a recap of my ankle injury by way of an excerpt from an email I wrote following the injury. So, last night, after Hovey, Niki, and I dominated (um, yeah... we won 0 to -2) the first game of Mini, we started another game. And I [...]
I wrote the following entry on Monday, September 22nd, the day after our sectionals tournament. I was unsure if I should publish my frank thoughts and they were relegated to the drafts folder—all but forgotten—until now. The two days following our loss were particularly bad but I regained some perspective as the week progressed and [...]
I actually took my camera out of its case on Sunday at Kleinman—not to take photographs of Ultimate, mind you, but rather to snap a bunch of portraits of our squad that weekend. I think I'll be sticking to such shots for as long as I'm only packing my 50mm 1.8 portrait lens. In truth, [...]
Dave and I headed to Portland Friday morning to meet Whit and Claire for a day of fun and then reunite with Shadrach for Kleinman Eruption, an annual mixed tournament. Cheer: Lunch at Pok Pok offered distinctive and delicious Thai. I quite enjoyed my tamarind whiskey sour, the roasted game hen and the desserts—we sampled [...]
I know I am about two weeks late now with this post but I have to start somewhere. In my defense, I spent the 48 hours directly following Potlatch in Los Angeles, with my family at my grandmother's memorial service. And then I was "normal" for three days and then I was sidelined from life [...]
