Sara and I returned from a bit of a vacation to Florida, visiting my best friend from college. It was a weekend of  science and partying (those two not mutually exclusive, of course).
We were waiting to be picked up at Miami International, looking for Adam in the distance. Moments later, we realized we were actually […]

I’ve got a lot of photographs from the last couple days that I’ll be posting. It has been one of my most genuine summer-feeling summers, albeit a busy one.
Like most kids, I had a radio flyer wagon. My brother and I would take turns dragging each other around in it, often daring the […]

I tend to take a lot of photographs of Sara. And while I think many of them are visually stronger than the photo above, this has to be my new favorite.
While at a family friend’s cabin in West Virginia, we grilled up dinner and drank margaritas. Full and happy, we all walked a short […]

This Memorial Day weekend found me in Cumberland, Maryland taking a break from the city to enjoy the mountain town and visit with friends. It also saw the tragic crushing of my poor Canon SD1000.
Fortunately, only the digital display is broken. I have to resort to the primitive, almost caveman-like method of looking through […]

My subconscious, possibly influenced by my last post, took me back to England in my dreams last night. I was visiting Cambridge again, and my parents seemed to have moved back there.

I don’t remember much else, except for the fact that I woke up with the disappointment that it was just a dream and […]

This was sent to me by my mom, courtesy of her very own Dancing Leaf Farm. She apparently had just finished dyeing wool in the farmhouse’s basement dye kitchen. When she returned to find out why the dogs were acting queer, she found a turkey vulture nervously flapping in the corner. Eventually, my older brother […]

My hope is that this adequately explains my absence over the last couple days without having to go into any excruciating detail concerning the second panel.

True* story: The late Jacques Cousteau was my great-uncle and on several different occasions invited me along on his expeditions. We would drink mojitos after each dive to celebrate that day’s discoveries.

Walking down my street with Sara yesterday, I commented on the beauty of my neighbor’s dogwood tree. “Isn’t the dogwood native to Asia?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said, “we had a dogwood festival back in Tennessee. I don’t think there’d be a festival for a non-native species.”
At which point I yelled “Kudzu Fest ‘08!”
The […]