Month: July 2012



For the first time in 7 years, I’m in my house completely alone for several days.  I wouldn’t say the silence is deafening, since a.) that’s a stupid cliche I’ve never understood anyway, b.)  I can still hear our refrigerator hum, so c.) clearly, my hearing is still fine! But […]


running with the bulls in pamplona

After a coffee and a roll, we approach the pen.  It’s 7am on Sunday the 8th.  It’s full of prospective runners wearing white shirts, white pants, red bandanas, and red sashes.  Chris enters. Me:  I thought…aren’t we going to watch today and run tomorrow? He disappears in the masses. Mike:  […]

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