Astrocamp!

I have some 2002 Astrocamp pictures. Want to see them? Look at the album here.

Winter Ball

Winter Ball is tonight. It's a masquerade. Prepare for the fabulous stuff. Pictures to be posted.

Dialoguer

I can say "What is this, a sandwich with words on it?" in Chinese.

这是什么，三明治和子在里边？

Injury Report

1. Hips and knees are fine, mostly.
2. The hand is not exactly improving. Training room needs those x-rays sent over.
3. Hey parents, you're going get billed for some Vicodin from Boettcher. On Sunday, I broke my nose . . . again . . .
4. Definitely bruised my shoulder bone. I don't remember this happening, but I remember how much it hurts every time Unicycle Paul pokes it. Now that I think about it, this may have happened after Unicycle Paul pushed me out of a handstand.
5. It doesn't count as injury, but I've been dancing enough to bleed if I absentmindedly rip off my socks at night. Way hardcore.

I have a sneaking suspicion that a few of my acquaintances are spreading the rumor that I'm an underground streetfighter. Good thing I don't bruise, or else I'd look a mess.
(Thanks for the weirdo super-healing metabolism, Dad.)

Roommates

Sammi and I don't have a lot of proof of our relationship. Neither of us are big picture-takers. But considering that we've been roommates for more than a year and a half, the documentation is pretty weak. We appear in three photos together:


eating Chipotle,


dressed as dudes,


bustin a move.

Yep.

Block 5

Did you make it back?
Right. Sorry. I'm back at CC and Sammi's fine and the room isn't a huge mess from unpacking . . .
How's the class thing going?
Intermediate I Chinese. Pretty good grades last two blocks. Bu cou le!
What about track?
I have decided not to attempt pole vaulting on the "broken" hand. Instead we're trying me on some legs-only events. (I am not on academic probation, Dad.) I'm going to do a lot of cross-training on my own this month; next block, I work with hurdlers and sprinters. I may not compete this season, which I'm fine with, because it frees up more time for -
Dance
Should I tell you the good news? Erm, maybe later . . .
In other news,
The new clothes (Grandma) are quite stunning. I have been alternating fashionable days with schleppy days, giving further proof to the fact that I am consistently inconsistent.

Craigslist

I'm on Craigslist, supposedly looking for a very temporary job.
aaaaand I got stuck in the Portland personals.
I remember doing a graduation present for Katie Sullivan: I wrote her a free "Missed Connection" personal in the Willamette Week. She flipped out . . . and so did her boyfriend, until I explained that it was not a random dude but one of her teammates.
Huge tip: If you know anyone who loves to read those "Missed Connections," write a very specific one about them and post it everywhere: Willamette Week, Portland Mercury, Craigslist. Then make sure read the paper in front of you. It's awesome.

That said, reading the "Missed Connections" section is a very emotional experience. It's mostly sad, and often hopeful, like inconstant poetry. Take a look at some of these men-seeking-women:

December 30. I ask myself
what value there is in posting here. The answer, you read them. I have stayed quiet for a long time. Respecting your wish. What bothers the most is some of the things you told me and the gestures of intimacy towards me. It is a shame that we both messed up. It's clear that I am not making much headway in getting over you. Not sure I will. I hope our paths cross someday. It would be nice to see you.

December 29. Before the bed was big... now its just empty. - m4w - 19 (Beaverton)
I'm sorry. I knew beforehand the preconditions.
Everything I touch just falls apart. I can't find anything normal. Regular, healthy... I thought I would find that in you, and I don't know why when you told me before this whole ordeal began it could never be that way.
I wanted to let you know that even if we can't be what I think we could be, we can still be friends, and I want to be there for you.
I know, I sound like a pussy now. Sorry. You probably won't even read this, but I had to say it. Or, you will read this and think I'm a pussy. I probably shouldn't have posted this.
Whatever.
Hope to hear from you,
Lying awake at night in a bed that once used to be big and roomy, but now just feels like its missing a person.

December 30. just say hi - m4w (NW PDX)
i want to be a missed connection. i am tall, attractive, and a lot of fun. why don't any girls smile at me when i say hi to them? oh, well...