I’m not a poetry guy, but I think I just realized why poetry readings exist. I just started reading Beowulf again; a translation that tries to maintain the line-for-line structure of the original Old English text. Reading normally, silently doesn’t fit for some reason. The lines just run together and I find myself daydreaming about that girl in the bar that one time that I never called. So, I started reading it out loud to myself. I don’t know what my roommate and his girlfriend think, I bet they think I’ve lost it and start setting me up on blind dates. I hope they enjoy Norse battle epics.
Dan joined the paper the year I was Editor in Chief, and he took the helm after Abe in 2005. His assent was as natural and inevitable as gravity. He was without a doubt the hardest working funnyman we had, generating prodigious amounts of content both written and visual. When the editorial board looked back on each issue, we’d sometimes have to laugh at the fact that fully one half of the articles were written, or edited, or edited and re-written by Dan, but the truth is we would have been fucked without him. His footprint was gargantuan.
I’m only beginning to process how unfair this is, but everyone who knew Dan knows this: the world is worse for having lost him.
I couldn’t title this post “Catching Up” because I’ve fallen back on that idiom twice before. I’m sorry for neglecting you, Duolab. A lot has transpired, but I didn’t take down notes and can’t even manage a glut of adjective-laden anecdotes like I did in July.
I know I meant to write about backpacking in August but kept putting it off because I hadn’t processed the photos yet. The trip was fantastic, aside from the concussion close-call we had towards the end. Gorgeous lakes, shitty instant soups, shittier lasagna, miles of strenuous marching, foolhardy cliff traversals, whiskey, and counting shooting stars from the comfort of a sleeping bag atop hardy grass. I kept repeating “the chitinous staccato of grasshoppers and sinewy crackle of knees” in my head as we hiked out because I meant to write some flowery prose about all the sounds (or lack thereof) we wrapped ourselves in, but I think I’ll just leave it at that. Here are the visuals.
I visited San Diego for Megan’s wedding and then again a couple weeks later for the annual Bike Bar Tour. Both trips were awesome. I miss San Diego. I miss burritos and biking everywhere.
Fall was beautiful. It’s hard to describe the feeling that washes over you as the air turns crisp and the leaves flush with color before accumulating on the ground. I keep straining to sample random smokey accents laced through each breeze. Living in San Diego for six years has definitely made me appreciate the foothills more.
And now it’s snowing.
I know I mentioned in my last post that I would be in Vegas for CES and my birthday, but I am going to have to change all of your plans. Getting flown to Vegas for CES by work fell through. So I’ll be in and around San Diego for my brithday. If you are so inclined, join me.
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