And a Star to Steer Her By

When I lived in Oregon and wasn’t attending sixth grade, somewhere between my acting life and my speech and debate life, I opened a play directed by a friend of my parents with a recitation of “Sea-Fever” by John Masefield.…

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The Sojourn in Pictures: New Jersey

Part 16 in a 16-part stately series pictorially documenting the Sojourn. Thursday: Pennsylvania We missed the entry sign for Jersey amidst construction. However, this is almost as good – the other half of the sign (not pictured) says The World…

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Raining in Baltimore: Return 2 APDA

I spent the weekend at my first APDA tournament since Nationals 2007. In my new role as coach of the Rutgers team, I was ensuring that the team could get there (they have significant transportation challenges) and getting an early…

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The Sojourn in Pictures: Pennsylvania

Part 15 in a 16-part stately series pictorially documenting the Sojourn. Tuesday: Ohio I think this highlights the problem with putting gubernatorial names on state entry signs: PNC Park! We had amazing seats – the closest I’ve ever been to…

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Number Nine, Number Nine, Number Nine

Today (defined loosely as from noon yesterday till right now), I: Took delivery on a flat-screen television, which will hopefully never have network or cable TV thereon. Spoke to my parents on the phone. Listened to Barack Obama’s speech and……

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The Sojourn in Pictures: Ohio

Part 14 in a 16-part stately series pictorially documenting the Sojourn. Sunday: Michigan The only Lt. Governor to get their name on a sign in America? Faint moonset over our hotel in Cleveland: Cuyahoga Valley “National Park”, in its one…

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The Sojourn in Pictures: Michigan

Part 13 in a 16-part stately series pictorially documenting the Sojourn. Thursday: Indiana If only they were the “Good Lakes”: Mmmm… baseball…. Those are some fierce cats: In case you were wondering where we are: Emily attempting to high-five the…

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Six Hours Good, Eight Hours Bad

Last night, I threw in the towel early after about 1,200 words. Not a bad output – way better than zero – and I even felt pretty good about them. I was actually reading my early chronicles of writing Loosely…

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Incompetence

I talk a lot about the 85% rule, which states that at any given time, 85% of all people are idiots, or mailing it in, or both. But rarely do succinct manifestations get mailed to my door: [portions redacted by…

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I Remember This

I remember this feeling – the elation of finishing much more of the book than you were planning on even working on at the outset of the night, especially given how late you were hanging out with other people, eating…

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