Twice a week, I drive to New Brunswick from Princeton, a 16-mile jaunt that usually takes over half an hour to complete because of the nature of driving in New Jersey. I head up there in the 8:00 hour to…
Tag: But the Past Isn’t Done with Us
Enron and the Cops
Part 6 in an 8-part series regressing through the Stanford 2002 APDA tournament. Last week: Round 4 (re: Stalin vs. Lenin) Today’s round is the only time in my career where I remember someone running a counter-case against an opp-choice…
The 20th Century: All About the Soviets
Part 5 in an 8-part series regressing through the Stanford 2002 APDA tournament. Last week: Round 5 (re: Native American Reparations) Today’s round features one of the best cases I ever hit in my tenure on APDA, run by a…
Lights, Pumpkins, Action
In October 2002, back in the relatively early days of Introspection, I first came up with the idea of altering the whole theme of the blog site to celebrate Halloween. In 2004, after two years of just changing the color…
The Most Open Case that Never Lost
While we’re waiting to see if I have the inclination to post my journal from last year’s India/Nepal trip, I figured I could trot out the rest of the Stanford 2002 filmed rounds as a recurring set of content for…
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.…
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…
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…
Meet Me Tonight in Atlantic City
It’s hard to believe that Friday night marked the ninth time I’ve seen Counting Crows live. To this day, I would probably rather spend time watching them in concert than see almost anyone else I haven’t seen – actively choosing…
The Shorter Story
Yesterday, I completed* the first short story that I’ve written in years – possibly more than five years. Entitled Name Game, it still needs some editing before too many other people read it (hence the asterisk), but I think it…