This was one I was nervous about putting on the list. It seemed big at the time. But I think the lesson I learned is this: if I want to do a big thing, I need to put it on a list.

So in March, I prioritized going to Seattle before I started my internship at YNP. So I flew out, spent some quality time with Juli and Conor (and then got stuck and spent some more quality time watching Top Chef and drinking bottles of Rose). I also bought a car. I explored Seattle a ton. I was there long enough to get a little routine going, and have the guys at the coffee shop recognize me (or at least my headphones). I had a nice time, even while being in limbo and getting homesick. So here are some pictures I took. Unfortunately I don’t think I got a single one with me in it, but I’ll show you Juli at the end.

Outside the Experience Music Project. Personally, the museum was a bit of a bust, except the Battlestar Galactica exhibit. But the building is cool.

Okay, it was a good turkey sandwich, for sure. Not The Best(tm), but good. The stinky cheese, however, was divine (and I’m sure J+C agree, right?)

The Asian Art Museum. It was wonderful.

Camped at Larrabee State Park. Mountains and Ocean, that’s why people love Washington.

Drinking wine on the deck with Juli. Pretty much the best part.

In no order:

1. Take a trip to Cape Cod (“the cape”)
2. Read Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
3. Go to the ICA
4. Make pizza dough
5. Quit Harvard Book Store
6. Write a short story
7. Call my senator(s)
8. Take the Roosevelt Island Tramway
9. Go to the opera as an adult (haven’t been since I was 10)
10. See the Boston Symphony Orchestra
11. Write my nephew at least 5 letters
12. Go to Franklin Park Zoo
13. Go to Forest Hills Cemetery
14. See The Graduate
15. Finish a sewing project
16. See Brokeback Mountain
17. Read a presidential biography
18. Send a letter to Camille
19. Send a letter to Brette
20. Go on a sailboat
21. Read a book by Agatha Christie
22. Register in Massachusetts
23. Get a Massachusetts ID card
24. Go to a local council meeting
25. Visit the new wing at the MFA
26. Grow an edible plant (excluding herbs)
27. Fully catalog my books
28. Take a trip to Seattle
29. Watch Roots
30. Build a (good) personal website

Time to update, beginning with:

8. Take the Roosevelt Island Tramway

That’s the tram returning from the island from inside our tram. Here’s another one from inside the tram:

And special thanks to Jerry, who overcame a lot to be with us on that weird little island. And my brother, for looking so cool all the time.

Large Hadron Collider at CERN

Lately I’ve been realizing that there are things that I would love to be doing, but I didn’t know that I would love them early enough to actually be doing them. Mainly I’m talking about being a scientist. And right now, at this moment, I think I’ve realized it might have been the fault of AP classes. I failed Chemistry, flat out. After acing AP Bio that was a real shock. Later I crapped out on Physics, even though I loved it. All of that was stupid. I shouldn’t have been in those classes…nobody should have. If I had just gone through grade-appropriate Chemistry and Physics I could have realized that I do have an aptitude for them, and enough interest to make up for lack of immediate mastery. Instead, I was pretty sure I should just major in English. Pfft.

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Back from Yellowstone, and back to the blergh-o-sphere.

I don’t have enough things in front of me or attention span to actually blog right now, though, so just look at my pictures in the meantime.

I’m going to update my 30by30 in the next few days, watch for it!

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For now, I’m grateful to be staying with some of the best people I know. Nothing can make you feel good about accidentally living in somebody’s house for 3 weeks, though. Sigh.

Headed up north to go camping for a few days…I think tomorrow, or the next day. I got a few books to keep me company, hopefully it will be dry. I should have some nice pictures to show for it, as well.

Hmph…all this uncertainty is making me homesick.

Bam!

Want another? Well, here you go:

Michael and I have talked about this a lot in the past few weeks. I get really frustrated and annoyed when I read/hear people bitching about how much money professional athletes make. This may be surprising, since I also regularly call the NFL, NBA, and MLB out on their various damaging attitudes and effects in our culture (generally terrible messaging about women in all ways). I also love watching baseball and football (and sometimes basketball) and my feelings about sports culture and fandom are complex and hard for even me to navigate.

All of that aside, the NFL players union strike and the lock-out (which I haven’t been following terribly closely) have given plenty of blow-hards (including our President) the opportunity to mock the athletes as whiney millionaires. There’s an op-ed in Politico that covers the main points, though it is admittedly a little overwrought. The point is, the situations for players is even worse than I thought.

The editor at Politico throws out some facts sourced from a group called Games Over, which is headed up by ex-Packer Ken Ruettgers. They do peer based mentorship to help retired athletes transition back into real life, and I bet they could increase their numbers served tenfold and still not be anywhere near meeting the needs of the three major leagues. Some hard numbers from their research:

• over 78% of NFL players are divorced, bankrupt, or unemployed TWO YEARS after leaving the game
• 50% of NFL players have careers of just over THREE YEARS or less.

Many ex-players end up with expensive medical conditions that require care for the rest of their lives. Care they can’t afford. The leagues do precious little to support and educate new players on managing and retaining their wealth, especially in football and basketball, where men can be starting their careers as young as 19. Many of these players also don’t leave the league with the skills necessary to build new careers and they simultaneously have to deal with the loss of their major purpose in life. They won’t all be Michael Jordan in retirement, or Larry Bird or Magic Johnson. Not even 5% of them will be.

The country just did a collective double-take at the vicious anti-union actions of the Wisconsin government, but we can’t take 5 minutes to understand or care about a huge labor issue in an industry that we all fund with our viewership, ticket prices, fantasy leagues, and merchandise to the tune of billions of dollars a year. The obvious fact is that football wouldn’t exist without players, and if they don’t see a significant chunk of those billions of dollars, then there is something severely wrong. They break their bodies for our entertainment for a few years, and if they get out of it with a small retirement fund they’re lucky, all while Jerry Jones probably owns a private island off of Trinidad. That’s disgusting.

I guess the bottom line is, stand with the players or shut the fuck up.

As a bonus, a great idea from Matt Taibbi, my journo-crush:

Matt,
The NFL lockout: bigger assholes, players or owners?
Jeff

Jeff,
Definitely the owners. I’m kind of amazed there’s even any controversy here.

Remember how we had replacement players in 1987? Here’s my question: how come we can’t have replacement owners? I realize it’s impossible, but I’d love to see every city do bond issues or IPOs and raise money to create temporary ownership structures… do a new draft, create new teams from every city, get lease deals for functioning local university stadiums, and then strike brand-new TV deals and just kiss the NFL goodbye in favor of a new league, only with all the same players. The thing is, pro football is such a draw, you could make a billion-dollar business overnight even if the games were only broadcast on the Food channel, or, hell, PBS. Again, I realize it’d never happen, but I’d love to see a situation where all the teams were publicly-owned and the players got 80% of all revenues, with the rest of the cash going to pay for road repairs, teachers’ salaries, and so on. Then I’d love to see Jerry Jones or Jerry Richardson and all those assholes strapped to chairs and forced to watch their former profits spent on new school gymnasiums and wheelchair ramps for courthouses and that sort of thing. I would be willing to go without football for a full year – no, make it two years – if at the end of it I could watch a weeping Dan Snyder taken on a tour of a new Public Football League-funded school for the blind.

Amen.

Also – been practicing my ukulele. Not ready to record yet, but soon. Then I’ll figure out how to put a playable track on this thing…

I’ve recently begun working at an organization in my neighborhood that owns, preserves, and makes available for functions a historic mansion, dating from 1760. You can see it at our website: www.loring-greenough.org.

So I’m writing here to see if anyone has a computer they would like to donate to help me do my work. We have a functioning desktop here, but It’s a Compaq from (judging from its specs) around 1999. It’s very slow and limits some of what we can do to grow the organization and get all of our administrative ducks in a row.

So, if you have and old computer that is newer than this one and you’d like it to go to a good cause, please let me know.

Thanks!