Life as an Extreme Sport

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Mostly everything else in a brain-academic way.

Father’s Day

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Dad’s on the East Coast right now, although down south and not near my sister or me. He went to visit relatives in Mississippi, and prior to that spent time driving around Memphis. It was a trip down memory lane for him – going to the house Mom grew up in, the place where he first met her, a hotel they stayed at once, the place they shared their first kiss. Just an hour or so, driving around and remembering.

My heart breaks for him. For all my grief and loss, I simply can’t even begin to imagine what his must feel like.

jumping at shadows – or the potentiality inherent within

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Do you ever have those times, moments, when you realize how easy it really would be to slide away and out of life, to truly disappear? It’s been on my mind lately – and by all means, while I will cheerfully admit to being both bent towards goth and having strong emo streaks, this is not a “pay attention to me and prove me wrong” sort of thing – that my contact with people in actual life, meatspace as a former professor was want to call it, is so tenuous, so ephemeral, that I could, with little to no effort, turn into shadow and fade away. Certainly I would reappear in the academic year, but right now? The ties that bind are such thin strings…

Hershey Park, PA – May 16, 2008

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My sister and father took me to Amish country, and then Hershey Park, on my birthday this year. And really, when am I going to ever complain about photo opportunities, yummy food, and chocolate from the source?

There aren’t any pictures of Amish country, out of respect of their general wish to not be photographed. However, Hershey was a riot of colour and photographic opportunity! Click the picture to see the whole bunch, along with commentary.