As there is all this slander against my character, I would like to clarify a few points. I was not in my apartment, but hiking through the woods, where I came across a group of school children under attack from a pack of wolves and four mutated black bears. After fending off the wolves (note not killing, as they are dogs and I am not named Vick) I assaulted the bears, using only a hatchet I found nearby. With only one left, it amazingly wrenched the hatchet from my hand and began wielding it violently at the children. Diving in front of the bear's first blow, I deflected the blade with my finger before putting the bear into a sleeper hold, laying it to rest. And well, the rest is history....(which I majored in, so my analysis must be true!)
Anyhow I live down in Denver now, just started up some law school and rugby, all of which is quite glorious. I recommend that you all move here, especially now that the mutated black bears have been pacified. Hope all is well with you folks.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
A story about Jamie
So, my own life isn't that exciting right now BUT when emailing Charlie back the other day I realized I do have a MAJOR update about Jamie. Since I don't think Jamie is going to ever share this story himself (at least not with as much detail as I will) but because I also think you all deserve the chance to laugh at him whenever possible, I've decided to post it here for everyone's amusement. Sorry Jamie.
So, about two/three weeks ago Jamie was up in Avon and I was down in Denver. As the story was later relayed to me, around 4:30pm Jamie decided to fix his bike which broke in transit between Philadelphia and Denver. The broken piece was a small wire connecting the brakes or something. Jamie had wire, but not wire cutter. He decided this would not be a problem as he did have a hatchet and everyone knows hatchets are basically created to cut wire. So Jamie was hatcheting away in the living room of his apartment when, two swings in, the blade bounced off the granite and straight onto his left index finger. It didn't completely cut the finger off, but as Jamie described it, the tip of his finger was "floppy."
Bleeding profusely and, I'm sure, swearing like a sailor, Jamie got in his car to drive to the hospital. However, as he was driving down I-70, due to the shock of the injury and the fact that he's kind of a pussy, Jamie started to pass out. Luckily, he was able to pull over to the shoulder where he had no choice to call 9-1-1. To add insult to injury (ha) the dispatcher sent not only and ambulance, but a fire truck, which proceeded to block an entire lane of I-70. Jamie was humiliated.
Luckily, he got to the hospital (via ambulance, not fire truck) and they stitched the finger back on and everyone lived happily ever after. Oh, except one nurse who Jamie overheard complaining about the jackass with a fire truck on I-70 who made her late for work.
Hope everyone is well :).
So, about two/three weeks ago Jamie was up in Avon and I was down in Denver. As the story was later relayed to me, around 4:30pm Jamie decided to fix his bike which broke in transit between Philadelphia and Denver. The broken piece was a small wire connecting the brakes or something. Jamie had wire, but not wire cutter. He decided this would not be a problem as he did have a hatchet and everyone knows hatchets are basically created to cut wire. So Jamie was hatcheting away in the living room of his apartment when, two swings in, the blade bounced off the granite and straight onto his left index finger. It didn't completely cut the finger off, but as Jamie described it, the tip of his finger was "floppy."
Bleeding profusely and, I'm sure, swearing like a sailor, Jamie got in his car to drive to the hospital. However, as he was driving down I-70, due to the shock of the injury and the fact that he's kind of a pussy, Jamie started to pass out. Luckily, he was able to pull over to the shoulder where he had no choice to call 9-1-1. To add insult to injury (ha) the dispatcher sent not only and ambulance, but a fire truck, which proceeded to block an entire lane of I-70. Jamie was humiliated.
Luckily, he got to the hospital (via ambulance, not fire truck) and they stitched the finger back on and everyone lived happily ever after. Oh, except one nurse who Jamie overheard complaining about the jackass with a fire truck on I-70 who made her late for work.
Hope everyone is well :).
Monday, August 17, 2009
Back to school, back to school...
Well it's that time of year again. My amazing life of world travel and adventure has been replaced by my much more mundane life of 6 am wake-ups, regular coffee intake, pretending to speak Spanish, and children. So many children.
Actually, there are no children yet. We officially started the school year last Thursday but kids don't show up until Wednesday (the day after tomorrow, ah!). I can't complain too much because I had an amazing summer, it's just a pretty rough transition. I've spent the last few weeks trying to get my classroom together and plan lessons with is less than fun. Oh, but I did manage to blow off BOTH Taylor and Sophie in about a one week period so that was pretty cool. Sophie when Jamie and I were supposed to hike a 14er with her and called at 5 am to say we were sleeping in and Taylor when I was supposed to drive up to Wyoming with Jamie to see him and then decided to stay in Denver and get my classroom ready. My bad guys.
Other highlights of recent weeks include making a die table out of a door at Jamie's house and teaching a bunch of my TFA friends to play. Three of them actually plunked which was exciting. I also hiked my first and second 14er (Grey's and Torrey's, they're next to each other so you do them in one day). That was before I ditched Sophie on what would have been my 3rd one. Oh, and I've been to a few Rockies games this summer and now officially love baseball. Well, at least live baseball. Well, at least drinking heavily and eating hot dogs while in a baseball stadium while a game is going on.
And, sadly, that's all I have to report.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Snow in August?
Dear Friends,
I am currently in a decades old motel room in Buffalo, WY. I happened to be stealing internet from some ignorant neighbor when I saw that Sophie was bragging about her geology endeavors. I myself happen to be currently on a statewide treasure hunt for rocks. Mr. Luckenbill happen to join the party for a little bit in the Beartooth mountains and if any of you are around Wyoming you should come camping for a little bit. I have lost most of my phone contacts due to a mishap at the cingular store, but feel free to call me and come visit. Sophie, you should come up into the wyoming mountain ranges, where rocks are significantly less mundane and where it snows in the beginning of August (and yes, I have been keeping my eye out for Bill Sullivan).
Toast, I sincerely doubt your monopoly skills.
I actually drove my car out to Wyoming and on the way I slept inside of it at a rest stop in Ohio. That was the least exciting night of my life, I wasn't sure if it was because I was sleeping in the back of my car or because I was in Ohio.
I have basically been a nomad for the past month and a half, between Australia and Wyoming. Australia was incredible, I was excited to see kangaroos until the first 12 that I saw were dead on the side of the road. I spent 30 nights sleeping outside without a tent, I took a total of 3 showers (that's if you don't count swimming in stagnant water holes), and probably ate more than 50 meat pies. In other words, full of many firsts for me. It was also more like a month long off-roading trip, we were using these vehicles owned by the Geological Survey of Western Australia (which happens to be fairly wealthy due to mining resources of the state) that were the ultimate geology vehicles. They had three times the range on one gas tank, they had 100 liter built in water tank, a built in fridge/freezer. An example of the terrain we crossed is in the picture below, with my advisor directing us and me in the driver's seat.
I have been having an awesome and itinerant summer, but I am ready to be back in New Haven on a normal schedule with normal coffee in the morning. Despite popular belief, New Haven is an awesome city with a lot less muggings than you would think. Please come visit and you will have an apartment to yourself.
Anyways, I must be going. Did you know that they have fat tire in cans now?
Cheers,
Taylor
I am currently in a decades old motel room in Buffalo, WY. I happened to be stealing internet from some ignorant neighbor when I saw that Sophie was bragging about her geology endeavors. I myself happen to be currently on a statewide treasure hunt for rocks. Mr. Luckenbill happen to join the party for a little bit in the Beartooth mountains and if any of you are around Wyoming you should come camping for a little bit. I have lost most of my phone contacts due to a mishap at the cingular store, but feel free to call me and come visit. Sophie, you should come up into the wyoming mountain ranges, where rocks are significantly less mundane and where it snows in the beginning of August (and yes, I have been keeping my eye out for Bill Sullivan).
Toast, I sincerely doubt your monopoly skills.
I actually drove my car out to Wyoming and on the way I slept inside of it at a rest stop in Ohio. That was the least exciting night of my life, I wasn't sure if it was because I was sleeping in the back of my car or because I was in Ohio.
I have basically been a nomad for the past month and a half, between Australia and Wyoming. Australia was incredible, I was excited to see kangaroos until the first 12 that I saw were dead on the side of the road. I spent 30 nights sleeping outside without a tent, I took a total of 3 showers (that's if you don't count swimming in stagnant water holes), and probably ate more than 50 meat pies. In other words, full of many firsts for me. It was also more like a month long off-roading trip, we were using these vehicles owned by the Geological Survey of Western Australia (which happens to be fairly wealthy due to mining resources of the state) that were the ultimate geology vehicles. They had three times the range on one gas tank, they had 100 liter built in water tank, a built in fridge/freezer. An example of the terrain we crossed is in the picture below, with my advisor directing us and me in the driver's seat.
I have been having an awesome and itinerant summer, but I am ready to be back in New Haven on a normal schedule with normal coffee in the morning. Despite popular belief, New Haven is an awesome city with a lot less muggings than you would think. Please come visit and you will have an apartment to yourself.
Anyways, I must be going. Did you know that they have fat tire in cans now?
Cheers,
Taylor
Friday, August 7, 2009
30 shades of grey
Hi everyone!
I am procrastinating right now because I am currently involved in the most boring of all geological tasks. I collected over 200 rock samples this summer for my research (this is where you all say " wow! what a geological badass"). Now I have to unpack all of them, and decide which shade of grey, red, orange, or purple they are. To give an idea of how awful this is, there are over thirty shades of grey to chose from- very light grey? medium light grey? medium grey? All viable options.
Other than this job, its been a great summer with lots of sunshine. I was camping in the WY badlands for 4 weeks with 24 other people, one of whom was a sleep yeller. He especially liked to yell to me about his tent collapsing on top of him in his sleep. I would wake up, get out of my tent to find him sitting outside in his underwear, asleep and yelling at me. Once his tent did collapse, but I slept through the whole thing.
Back to the rocks! come visit!
Sophie
I am procrastinating right now because I am currently involved in the most boring of all geological tasks. I collected over 200 rock samples this summer for my research (this is where you all say " wow! what a geological badass"). Now I have to unpack all of them, and decide which shade of grey, red, orange, or purple they are. To give an idea of how awful this is, there are over thirty shades of grey to chose from- very light grey? medium light grey? medium grey? All viable options.
Other than this job, its been a great summer with lots of sunshine. I was camping in the WY badlands for 4 weeks with 24 other people, one of whom was a sleep yeller. He especially liked to yell to me about his tent collapsing on top of him in his sleep. I would wake up, get out of my tent to find him sitting outside in his underwear, asleep and yelling at me. Once his tent did collapse, but I slept through the whole thing.
Back to the rocks! come visit!
Sophie
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