Sunday, February 18, 2018

My bread game is on

I think after years of trying I finally figured out how to make bread. The key for me is patience. This shouldn't be a surprise to anyone who knows me. Most of the time I just don't give my bread the time. I've made a great number of tasty hockey pucks, leaden loaves, and baguette bats.

With enough kneading, the right amount of yeast, and just a bit more patience, things turn out much better.

Thursday, February 08, 2018


Something like 2 million people showed up for the

parade and celebration in Center City Philadelphia today. They were jubilant, and made one hell of a mess.

Wednesday, February 07, 2018

This is the kind of town we live in.

I'm still trying to figure out what all the fuss is about. But Philadelphia loves its Iggles!

Sunday, February 04, 2018

When there is a light at the end of the tunnel

Sometimes it actually is a train. I went for a ride that included a quarter mile section of dark tunnel where the CSX line runs along the Schuylkill. Turns out the line is active! I heard the train whistle with about 50 meters left to ride until daylight. A bit of extra exhilaration in my endurance ride.

Thursday, February 01, 2018

It looks bigger in a panorama

I'm still moving into my office after about a month, but it is great to have a door and a bit more space. Also, windows are cool.  They still let in the sound of hundreds of thousands of football fans, but filtered through two panes of glass. 

Thursday, January 25, 2018

I can do it all by myself

Who needs professional pogies when you can cobble together something from old couch leather and a clapped out rain jacket?

Bar- mitts are fantastic for rides below freezing. Just one light pair of gloves and away we go.

Monday, January 22, 2018


When asked what their job is, many Japanese would say, "Kaisha-in"  as in "Company Person" or "Office Worker."  The term really doesn't translate well into English, but in Japanese it tended to mean someone who was more or less dedicated to his or her job at the company.  Like many aspects of Japanese culture, there is a sense of going all in with no other options.  Being a dilettante is for rich kids and the frivolous. 

I never used to think of myself as someone who would go 'all in' for my job.  I thought that the people who stayed late and showed up early had something a bit wrong with them.  And while that might be true of the many people I saw in Japanese offices late after dark and early in the morning, or on weekends with their co-workers, I kind of get it.  After 8 years here at the City of Philadelphia, I realize that I identify to a perhaps unhealthy degree with my work. Each weekend is a slow and painful process of letting go of the million tasks to do, and then a bit of dread as I realize on Sunday night that it's coming back at me in the morning. It's not the type of dread to make me call in my 90+ sick days, but it is there all the same.

Responsibility has played a big part in that.  I feel as though I've got a personal responsibility to the people who I work with, and increasingly, who work for me. I also feel a personal connection to the Indego bike share program which I have seen from its basic inception to now.  I'm intermittently terrified that I'll fuck it up and bring the whole thing down.  All to easy to do; things don't tend to run themselves.

I think that the next bit of my life is going to have to be dedicated to balancing things a bit better.  That will probably start with figuring out that I can't do everything I want to do with a single lifetime. Dilettantism has its limits.

Monday, November 27, 2017


We got back Saturday from another trip to Ames on another thanksgiving.  This time it was me, Jennifer, Leah and Guy at home.  The weather was unseasonably warm, which made cooking outdoors extremely pleasant.  While I miss the hustle and bustle of having everyone home at the same time, it was nice to turn down the intensity a little bit and spend time with Leah. 

She's always been really fun to pick on because she reacts so intensely to any and every provocation.  That said, going in to a conversation where you expect someone to flip out can wear pretty thin.  I've been making an extra effort to just be nice and not be the jerk older brother that I was when I was 17.  It seems like it's paying off.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Miami is weird

I'm in Miami Beach for a NABSA board retreat this week and Jennifer came down with me a day early to take in the sights and check out the richest city in the country.  One of the other board members runs CitiBike Miami, and also has some fairly deep connections with the hospitality industry here. We are getting, what I can only assume must be, a steep discount to stay at the Mondrian South Beach.  It's kind of insane here.  Like $42 brunch buffet, yoga-class-bikini-babe insane. That and the air has been pumped full of some sort of weird perfume that smells a bit like powder-puff and a bit like gauche aspiration.

Our room overlooks th street, but you can also see the Atlantic as well as Biscayne Bay.  It is bigger than our first apartment together in Philly. Also it has a giant orange mirror on the wall, just because.

We spent the morning exploring Miami Beach a bit, then rode over the Venetian Causeway to Miami proper to check out the Wynnewood area.  The whole city is chock full of touristy shit and people wearing a lot less clothing than is the custom where I come from.  I would need to really hit the gym hard, and get a lot more regular grooming regimin if I were to move here.  Fortunately, that is unlikely to happen. Miami; probably not the place for me. 

Friday, November 10, 2017

Sleepy peepy

I went to bed at 9:30 last night. I've rarely been that exhausted when I haven't been actually sick or jet-lagged. I woke up feeling somewhat refreshed but wow. 

Perhaps it was the two bottle Tuesday where Jennifer and I did one of our wine-down dance parties catching up to me, or maybe it's the residual effects of daylight saving time.