Monday, October 30, 2006
My toothbrush is shot and my toothpaste is short. Bad brushes hurt gums and bad breath hurts grades. Law school is shattering my person finances but reaffirming my Scottish roots. Damp washcloths work better then brushes. Toothpaste is a marketing scam. My teeth are gleaming, but my washcloth is wearing thin...
Friday, October 27, 2006
Marriage may mean baking the bread, not just winning it, so I decided to practice. Besides, I couldn't face another helping of cheap skates hard times wonder brew (philosophy of construction available upon request). Measuring is the bane of true baking, so I mixed materials as inspired by Gil Shaham's rendition of Saint Saens violin concerto No. 3. Like Shaham's playing, the bread turned out exquisite, powerful, and charmingly simple--the virtuoso product of genius.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
These are a few photos of our 50 k hike--taken by Robby. We arrived at midnight and laid a tarp on the tundra. It was incredibly cold. Petra slept between Martina and I, so she stayed warm and got some sleep. Robby and Erin froze. The sun didn't come up until 8:00 a.m., but we got up long before then and huddled around a fire (Robby brought wood from home). We feasted with shaking hands, then hit the trail. Hiking brought warmth and sore feet. The views were incredible, and lured us further into the wilds. All too soon, darkness arrived. Headlamps were turned on--and grew dim as the hours past. I saved mine for the last hour--a slick decent on a closed trail. We ended the hike at 11:00 p.m. The three hour return drive was a nightmare. Petra was sick, Robby went to sleep, and I drove through rain and thick fog. Martina managed to come alive for the final round, and kept us awake with impassioned dental care speeches.
This morning, Petra, Martina, Robby, and myself managed a 10 k jog in pitch dark. Good times..actually, photos are on the way...