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Hiking in Wales with Pete
Hiking in Wales with Pete
Pete was in a bad spot and it was my fault. We were climbing Pen Yr Ole Wen and it was easy compared to Tryfan the day before. We had clear trails, an early start, and – most importantly – sunshine instead of hurricane rain. About an hour and a half in and we thought we could see the summit, just past a little horseshoe gully. It ran upwards about twenty feet on a steep slope, and we didn’t…
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A Story About Nothing
A Story About Nothing
It is the silence which is the hardest to describe. It is as if New York City shut off its lights and being able to look up and see the Milky Way – technically possible but massively unrealistic. London is a city defined by its movement and its noise; massive, muscular flows of people moving at urgent speeds while providing a consistent background noise – footsteps and chatter, engines and…
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I love Star Wars and Rogue One was bad
I love Star Wars and Rogue One was bad
With Lucasfilm Story Group’s belated attempt to fix a relatively-major plot hole in Rogue One: A Star Wars Story – the reason Leia was at Scarif in the first place – the backtracking of the confusing, black hole of a plot that is Rogue One has begun, and with good measure: by any standard, even Star Wars standards – Rogue One was a bad movie.
There were some good moments. The space battle was…
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Was That Election Like This One, Part II: 1892 - 2012
Was That Election Like This One, Part II: 1892 – 2012
There are fewer accusations of prostitution, significantly more landslides, and at least one JFK boner joke to read about while you wait for the Florida exit polls.
1896: On one side of the 1896 election, we have a candidate backed by a organized, developed, and well-funded campaign. On the other, we a populist who travels through the country giving speech after speech, working to rouse his base…
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Was That Election like This One, Part I: 1788 - 1892
Was That Election like This One, Part I: 1788 – 1892
Election years bring out the most virulent part of the American psyche. 2016 is almost over, and the overwhelming theme seems to be “we seriously cannot handle any more of this.”
The fun part of American elections, however, is that a lot of what happens today has come before. Events might be specific to an individual year, but the theme is there. The violence and personal attacks of 2016 are…
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Midnight Colombian Peace Thoughts
Midnight Colombian Peace Thoughts
A month ago tomorrow, the Colombia people rejected a settlement to end the longest running Civil War in the Americas. The Colombian government, led by Juan Manuel Santos, and the Fuerzas Armadas Revolucionarias de Colombia (FARC) came to an agreement in late September which would essentially re-launch FARC as a political party and avoid much of the legal retribution an end to an internal…
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The Scenery: The Gherkin. It’s a fantastically strange building, looking like a teardrop. For a skyscraper – or as much of a skyscraper as London has due to aviation restrictions – it fits into the cityscape in a subtle way. The building seemed to play hide-and-seek as I walked towards it, peeking out from amongst the surroundings; and even when I stood at its base, it didn’t seem like…what it was. Because it looks strange as hell.
This statue in front of it was unique as well. I took five steps to the right for each photo.
Beer: BrewDog. For a few weeks I attempted to drink all of the BrewDog at the local Tesco market; then I had to switch to Heineken because it is cheaper. It is one of the best beers widely available, and the brewpub is in London. I haven’t been to the brewpub yet, because that requires putting on pants, but their punk IPA is the first thing you’d drink after a long voyage on some sort of a ship, where you’re desperate for beer.
Song I’ve been listening to on repeat: Genghis Khan by Miike Snow. In DC I learned the fun of walking through an art museum while listening to music, and sometimes I think of London as a giant art museum. It is pretty impossible not to have a surreal moment with this song, especially when crossing a bridge.
Thesis note for the week: 90 tons of heroin flows into Central Asia from Afghanistan and only 75-80 flows out. This would seem like a good note, except there are country by country breakdowns throughout the region, and over the past week my thesis has gone up in smoke. Having said that, I do get to draw a lot.
Week in Review The Scenery: The Gherkin. It’s a fantastically strange building, looking like a teardrop. For a skyscraper - or as much of a skyscraper as London has due to aviation restrictions - it fits into the cityscape in a subtle way.
The Obama Era, I Miss It So
The Obama Era - because you have to read something over dinner.
Barack Obama’s Inauguration
Three weeks later, we’d had a role – very small, but a role – in getting Barack Obama elected as President. (More importantly, we’d helped downballot progressive races throughout the country, getting issues passed or candidates elected). And I discovered that election days were a little anti-climactic, because as the east coast results began to appear we had less and…
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A Day Communist Budapest
A Day Communist Budapest
I stood at the head of a hundred faces, the wave of sunshine making it difficult to see. Some marching music played behind me, but the weight of the wave drowned it out and muffled it. As the music receded, the deadened faces stared back at me, bronzed and determined.
I focused on the music, even as the sun stared me down. It was a lifeboat, a cord to ground me to this place. Without it, I may…
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The Great Road Trip: Part IV
The Great Road Trip: Part IV
Curtis looks west and John Muir speaks: “That memorable day died in purple and gold…”
San Diego. San Diego. San Diego. The engine screamed out the sound of the road, every turn of the belt singing out our destination as the sky grew first dark and then black and all that the world became was the flow of the road, the red river moving west and the white flowing east.
Flagstaff was marked by…
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McCaw's Final Match
McCaw’s Final Match
Rugby sunk its teeth into me because of Richie McCaw.
In 2011, New Zealand was electric with rugby. Matches of the Rugby World Cup were being hosted throughout the country, and the national team – the All Blacks – were peaking as one of the best teams in the world. They were very likely the best, but while the first decade of the 2000’s left fans optimistic, they were also bracing for a bad…
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Creed The rumoured third fight scene gets me every time.
The Great Road Trip: A Route 66 Story
The Great Road Trip: A Route 66 Story
We drove all day.
Four Corners was muddy. Snow and rain pelted down as we turned from highway to smaller highway to dirt road and in front of us appeared what seemed to be an arena surrounded by dirty, short wooden buildings. The Nissan’s wheels churned through mud as we came to a stop.
The Four Corners are the dividing line between Arizona, Colorado, Utah, and New Mexico, the only spot in the…
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The Great Road Trip, Part II
The Great Road Trip, Part II
New Belgium welcoming Curtis and I
Jon Jay and I were drinking cognac and tea in his apartment in Almaty, probably in the dead of winter, and – as Jon is want to do – he was talking about mountains.
“If you survive the year without falling from lung cancer, going from here back to sea level will feel like the most amazing run you’ve ever had.”
I remembered all of this as I struggled through the…
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The Great Road Trip
Somewhere in Wyoming
From a distance, Whitefish, Montana looked like a town out of Austria or maybe Switzerland, a mountain town built on the curve of a lake, three or four rows of small peaked houses just as white as the snowfields in the background. The Empire Builderwas still far away, moving quickly along a lake, the first time I could remember the train actually feeling like a train, but it…
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The Fall Bucket List
The summer of 2014 was busy.
But before we even get into the nonsense that is the second half of 2014, let’s watch the first 30 seconds of this:
Some questions:
-Why is there a pineapple on the Mixer?
-Can we discuss how funny the coconut slowly dripping milk is? Because its pretty funny. Especially since the coconut is resting on…
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Clandestine in Chile
A review of Clandestine in Chile by Gabriel García Márquez (the story of Miguel Littín)
As a child, some things seize a person and never let go. It can be an enjoyment of riding horses, or a lifelong love of a sport, but it grabs you at a young age and becomes a guide.
Perhaps rather obviously, mine was travel. As a child, I was imagining other places thanks to maps and Robert Louis Stevenson’s
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