Mixed Bag 1
These pictures are in no particular order, as you can probably
tell. I've had some of them for quite some time, and I just thought it'd be nice
to share them. Hence, "Mixed Bag 1." Which might imply that there will be a
"Mixed Bag 2" and possibly even a "Mixed Bag 3" in the future. But don't fool
yourself; it may never happen. Anyhow, hope you like these:
This nice picture, taken by Clarke a while ago, shows me and
Julien walking to offer some post-game oranges to our opponents. We were on a
soccer team called The Unnecessary Umlauts, and we weren't very good. But we had
oranges, Capri Suns, and cigarettes at halftime, so it balanced out the fact
that we didn't score a goal for a season or two.
My friend Annie took this picture of me. I like the crazy
eyes.
This is my family. My brother Paul, my sister Di, my mom
Phylis, my dad Clarence, and me.
Here is a picture of me when I was dressed up as Sitz-man, a
two-bit superhero of my own invention. It's a nice Halloween costume in a pinch.
I also have the nasty facial hair for a Prince costume I donned later that week.
Pictured with me is my friend Katie.
Speaking of Katie, I went with her one Thanksgiving to her
parents' house in Washington, near the Oregon border. We crossed south and went
to Canon Beach one day, and I took this cool picture.
On that same trip to Oregon, I evidently got bored in a
bar in Portland, and made myself a bionic arm.
They say that Crocs are made of natural materials, and that if
you boil them, you could theoretically eat them. Annie and Matthew gave me this
pair for my birthday, but I just couldn't get into the flavor.
Casa Bonita, in Denver. Of all the restaurants I've been to in
the world, it probably has the coolest atmosphere and the worst food. It's
magical.
The Unnecessary Umlauts. We're pinching our nipples, because
we were going to have T-shirts made with a big "U" with umlauts, like
"Ü". The umlauts were going to be placed directly over our
nipples to distract our opponents and to sex-up our image. Ah, the dreams of
youth.
This is my friend Chris, in the QVC Shopping Network studio,
near his place in Pennsylvania. Yes, I visited my friend, and he took a day off
of work, and we toured the studio of a home shopping network. And neither of us
even have cable. I guess when you put it that way, it makes us sound weird.
On my same trip to visit Chris near Philly, we went out to
Amish country to eat at a non-Amish buffet (now that I think about it, hanging
out with Chris is totally awesome!). Anyhow, here is a nice farm scene.
A pair of sandals that somebody (I'd guess a little girl) left
in the parking lot of the non-Amish Amish buffet in eastern Pennsylvania.
The monorail outside of "Dutch Wonderland," an Amish theme
park that we unfortunately didn't have time to visit. Something about putting a
monorail in a theme park dedicated to a group of people that shuns modern
technology makes me think that someone is exploiting somebody in the process. Or
maybe I'm just jaded by the world around me, and I just need an enchanting visit
to Dutch Wonderland to re-awaken the little Dutch child within me.
A stuffed bear that Angela gave me before I went to the US.
Here he is waiting in Juan Santamaria International Airport in San Jose, Costa
Rica. You can sort of see the mini coffee mug that I sewed onto his right hand.
Yes, my stuffed bear likes coffee. Lots.
God, I'm lame.
Here is a nice picture of Martha and Julien, two friends of
mine that I used to live with in Boulder. They are currently in Georgia, the
country in Asia. You can check out their fascinating blog
here. (But come back quickly to
this crappy page, right??)
Here is my beloved ex-car, the Boobaru, getting buried in one
of the blizzards of 2007. I miss the Boobaru. Now I have a RAV-4. I would have
never thought of a RAV-4 as a "status" car or even a "nice" car, but here in
Costa Rica, the people tell me it is both of those things. But for me, it's only
a few rungs below a minivan on the "Car Pussyometer."
My old roommate McGrew, excited about clearing snow yet again.
A family Christmas picture with me, my sister Di, and my three
cousins Katie, Brian, and Kiersten.
Kiersten doing something.
My friends Matthew and Annie ready for some wholesome winter
fun: snowshoeing.
The Lee family (Annie's family) are good people. They help
each other up when they fall down snowshoeing.
Annie, looking like she's having an amount of fun entirely out
of proportion with the amount of snow falling.
My cousin Kiersten, ready to sled.
My friends Samantha and Dustin, with their cats Hermione and
Elvis, respectively. They're both great, and let me crash at their house many
times last winter. One night, we proved the theory that if you fill a toilet
bowl with enough water, it'll flush by itself.
A picture of me taken at my friend Christa's wedding. She got
married to Richie, a Costa Rican guy. Little did I know it at the time, but in
this picture I'm essentially kissing single life goodbye, right before your very
eyes. See, I "caught" the garter belt on my arm, and I placed it on a
traditional oxcart that I "stole" from the reception. That evidently evoked some
sort of spell, because about a year later, I was in Costa Rica and I met Angela,
and I was indeed the next of the group to get married. Weird stuff. In any case,
that shit on my head isn't part of any tradition, Costa Rican or otherwise. It's
only part of my tradition of mutilating gum wrappers and placing them on my
body. In this case, I was aiming for an Olivia Newton-John, Xanadu look. Mixed
results.
Here I am dressed as Prince for Halloween.
This is an older picture of a moving walkway in Chicago's
O-Hare airport. I like airports, but I especially like moving walkways.
Word.