On a series of unfortunate events (or the second Vanna White debacle)

We awoke in NH on Sunday. The sun shone over the hemlocks that border the southern edge. Few clouds. Mackenzi and I lounged knowing that we had all day to get back to Coopersburg, PA. Our goal for the weekend: get to my childhood NH home on Saturday via rental car and return to PA on Sunday via the family van with a rowing machine in the back seat.

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On getting my groove back (or returning to my practices)

On Thursday, I experienced my first arm-bar: a submission technique where the elbow is cranked open into hyper-extension with the power of an opponent’s hips. While sparring earlier in the week with a different partner, I had been put into the position, but they did not apply pressure, did not force me to tap out of discomfort and panic. This partner did and I am truly grateful for that experience.

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Haley Goetz On Death


Haley Goetz! Haley is a rising sophomore in college, almost 19 years old, and an aspiring filmmaker with dreams of changing and exploring the world. I met Haley while coaching for Great Bay Rowing Club: she stood out as a mischievous and thoughtful individual. In this conversation, we talk about the difference between paganism and animism, the beauty of questioning through science-fiction, and what she learned from the passing of her canine companion Buster.

I hope you enjoy!

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On the road, from MO to FL (or summer travels: Part Ten)

What follows is a lightly edited and mostly stream-of-consciousness travel log of my journey from Florida to California and back again.


20160617 – Friday

I woke up in the morning around 730a, and felt like moving. On the drive over to the campsite, I had indulged in some gas station pizza and a donut and Pringles, to keep me awake and fed while I drove through the food desert of Missouri, especially at night. Feeling groggy and slow, I knew that moving would reinvigorate me.

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On the road, from CO to MO (or summer travels: Part Nine)

What follows is a lightly edited and mostly stream-of-consciousness travel log of my journey from Florida to California and back again.


20160615 – Wednesday

I woke up around 7a. The toilet worked well and without incident, thankfully, and I edited together my podcast with Par S for On Death while preparing coffee upstairs. Again, no one on the land except myself and the animals. Every time I went up, I triggered the Overly Alert Dog Alarm system and at least two pups would run up to me, crushing the silence.

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