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[09/08/13 @ 7:23 pm]
hands up
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[08/21/13 @ 10:38 pm]
So this love, Mmmmm
So this is what makes life divine
I'm all aglow, Mmmmmm


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[05/27/13 @ 10:50 pm]
Looking towards Mt. Washington
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[04/03/13 @ 9:14 pm]
Class Assignment: Stopping Motion
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[03/26/13 @ 12:07 pm]
Assignment: Recreations

Assignment: Color

Implied Color
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[03/15/13 @ 9:57 pm]
Portland, Maine
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[03/06/13 @ 11:43 am]
Assignment: Color

Spring is coming.
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[02/25/13 @ 9:04 pm]
Creating Motion
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[10/07/12 @ 11:57 pm]
Saw Ben Harper play last night, he played for almost 3.5 hours till just after midnight. So awesome.

Ben Harper

Ben Harper

Ben Harper
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[09/02/12 @ 9:22 pm]

OMG - HEIDRIK from Heidrik a Heygum on Vimeo.

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[07/26/12 @ 10:06 pm]
Fantastic trip to visit friends in the Faroe Islands, saw about 10 friends and met 3 or 4 new people. Great time and I can't wait to go back! I'll definitely have to plan my trip around the G! Festival again because that was a blast.

Gásadalur, Faroe Islands

Suðuroy and Lítla Dímun

Town as seen from the ferry, Suðuroy, Faroe Islands

Cliffs on Suðuroy, Faroe Islands

Cliffs on Suðuroy

Saksun, Faroe Islands

Saksun, Faroe Islands

Risin og Kellingin

Teitur at 2012 G! Festival
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[11/06/11 @ 10:36 pm]


No hose outside means a sponge bath in the tub. Never realized how small my bathroom is or how big my bike is. That  tub looks like it's made for children!
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[05/09/11 @ 10:57 pm]
Weird day.

Weird place. I keep saying "I wish I didn't see someone dieing today", but who am I to say that when I was sitting there breathing, healthy...not dieing. I took a break to watch the final kilometers of today's stage of the Giro d' Italia only moments before Wouter Weylandt crashed. RAI's video feed showed him lying on the ground, bloody and receiving CPR. Everyone knew it was bad but everyone hoped for the best.

He was the same age as me. Way too young.

Many tears have been shed today and will be shed in the future.. At a loss for words. Rest in Peace Wouter Weylandt.

This tribute says it best:

 

 

By BikeSnobNYC

Today’s stage of the Giro d’Italia, and indeed the entire race, will of course be overshadowed by the death of Wouter Weylandt.

For the cycling fan, the beauty of a race like the Giro is that, in its intensity and duration, it is an immersive experience that evokes all the comedy and drama of life. We all live the race for three weeks, and we hope and expect the race will be brutal, since that brutality is what wrings out the excitement. However, the unwritten agreement we have with the race is that it should stop short of forcing either the riders or us to confront death. It broke that agreement today.

For anybody this is tragic; for us it’s even more painful and profound. This is because so many of us who follow the sport of cycling are cyclists ourselves. Not only can we empathize with the sadness of Weylandt’s family, friends, and teammates but we can also imagine his last moments much more intimately and vividly than we’d like. We’ve all crashed at one time or another, and even if we haven’t been seriously hurt on a bike we all know somebody who has. We know what it feels like when the exhilaration of riding suddenly becomes the horror of losing control, and I’m sure I’m not the only person who could practically hear that scissor snip next to my ear when we saw the doctors cutting Weylandt’s helmet straps.

There’s often a sad irony in what we’re thinking immediately before something awful happens. In this case, before the crash, as I watched today’s stage I was thinking about last year’s Giro and those gray, surreally crash-filled opening days in the Netherlands. By contrast, I mused, this year’s Giro had been sunny and smooth, and the only calamity had been Katusha’s team time trial. Then Weylandt fell.

Even then, like many others, I allowed myself to think that he’d be OK, and that the crash probably looked worse than it was. I lost myself in the thrilling run-in to the finish. The enormity of what had happened didn’t come home until after the rest of the riders did—that Weylandt had died on stage three, the same stage he’d won in the Netherlands the year before.

It hardly needs to be said that as cyclists and fans we’d trade anything to have Weylandt back on his bike and in the race. We’d give the jerseys off our backs, we’d give our bikes out from under us, and we’d gladly suffer the indignity of a thousand years of Grand Tour winner doping scandals. All of that stuff seems impossibly small when something like this happens. In the coming days, the race and the fans will struggle to come to grips with this. In the meantime, let’s think fondly of Weylandt. Tomorrow’s stage will be an emotional one, but at least we’ll have an opportunity to join the riders in paying tribute, and hopefully there will be comfort in that.

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[05/03/11 @ 9:18 pm]
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[03/14/11 @ 12:15 am]
Darren Kenny is seriously awesome.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/britishcycling/sets/72157626238216156/
(Photo from British Cycling website)
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[01/22/11 @ 12:49 am]
The Talking Heads are ideal for snowy winter night dance parties when you're home all alone and feel like singing at the top of your lungs.
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[01/09/11 @ 10:43 pm]
I've made approximately 350 meatballs over the course of the past week and a half. I think I could make them in my sleep now.
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[12/22/10 @ 11:44 pm]
We had a party at work today with a yankee swap and never in my life have I seen anyone laugh as hard as Andrew did at the Cake Wrecks book. Everyone was in tears and we didn't even know why he was laughing specifically. Once he gathered himself to be able to speak he said it wasn't so much the ridiculous cakes in the book that was making him laugh so hard (although those didn't help any), but the fact that he doesn't pay attention and could picture himself picking up one of these cakes and handing it to someone without even realizing all the errors on it. Which of course made everyone start laughing again because, yeah, we can all see him doing that too. It was great. That book was the hit of the party!
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[12/20/10 @ 10:19 pm]
Spreading some Rugg Brothers love!


(This is another incarnation of the previously mentioned Titty City.)
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[12/14/10 @ 11:23 pm]
A older guy keeps talking to me when I go to the gym and it's making me really uncomfortable. So much so that today I was keeping an eye out for him and changed up my routine by staying on the elliptical longer than usual so I wouldn't have to walk past him. I don't want to have to go to the gym at a different time, but if this keeps up and that's what it'll take for me to feel happy going to the gym again I'll do it. He hasn't done anything particularly creepy yet, but something feels off about the whole thing. He can't just say, nice night out tonight, huh? and leave it at that....he keeps the conversations going. I don't like it.
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