Archive for 2007

• 11.27.07 "Sarcasm for Grown-Ups" is posted in Friendship, Reflections, Relationships

For the longest time I looked at sarcasm as a way of life, but the older I get the more I realize we have to be careful with our words and grow up a little.

I was on a camping trip earlier this year and made a snide remark about a dear friend of mine, one who has been like a sister to me in the last five years. It led to a couple serious conversations and a vastly improved friendship–one with a little bit gentler teasing. And I now doubly understand:

A similar thing happened to me not too long ago with my sister. I know her intentions were innocuous, but it struck a chord. And now a serious conversation awaits.

A love for sarcasm was not something that came to me by chance. (more…)

• 11.26.07 "Lots of photos: DC Tech, Thanksgiving, Halloween, Jazz in the Park, and more…" is posted in Friendship, Photos, Too

If you’ve seen me with a camera in the last few months; i.e., if you’ve seen me at all–you’ll probably find your picture in one of these albums.

Note: This will be the last round of divided photos between Flickr and Coppermine–after this blog post, everything will be uploaded exclusively to Flickr…

DC Tech Events…

• nclud’s Open House Party in October
• Startup Weekend
• The New New Internet Conference
• nclud’s Halloween Gathering at Old Dominion (and the next 4 photos)

Halloween Parties at Jack’s, Katie’s, and Old Dominion



Thanksgiving in Boston


Boston and Marblehead in September

The Last Jazz in the Sculpture Garden (and the next dozen or so photos)

• 9.30.07 "101 years old. It’s Birthday Time." is posted in Quote/Lyric, Reflections

This Monday marked the seventh year that Ian and I have visited the grave on his birthday, exactly a week before mine, 5 days after my sister’s, and the same week as L’s and K’s. F Scott Fitzgerald was born on September 24th, 1896, and Jason, Ian, (and a series of girl/friends), and I have visited almost every year on this day since college started.



Sometimes tradition is who you are, sometimes it’s who you were… but it always brings you to that place somewhere in between. It’s like how when you visit family it’s easy to regress to childhood roles. Hanging out with Ian, reading This Side of Paradise aloud, it was so easy to dip in and out of college and the nostalgia of those days. (more…)