l boy sandwich:: winchester, ma :: december eighth, two thousand seven
You can’t always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need. —Rolling Stones
After a wicked ugly fight, I finally made up with an old friend. She was coming up on Saturday to hang out when our third friend called. He and his brother would be an hour away. Did we want to meet up with them? Um, YEAH!!!!! (No, the surprise is not a pony. You could ride it if you want, but I wouldn’t recommend it.)
It was the most twisted, most disgusting, most juvenile, and most AMAZING day of my entire life (she says…). There’s a very specific chemistry the four of us have - and it’s not meant for everyone. I haven’t laughed that long and that hard in forever.
I am constantly reminded of why I fought so hard to move back to New England. it was definitely the best thing I have ever done with my life to this point.
with david allen :: boston road map :: november ninth two thousand seven
So, I got to commune with one of my heroes today, David Allen. His Getting Things Done system, GTD, has literally changed my life. So worth it to sit in the same room as him and listen to him bring his book to life. The Q & A sessions are always worth the price of admission as well. Plus, there was the reception for Connect members afterwards. And, of course, I had to have him autograph my copy of “Ready for Anything”.
I met a guy named Julian - who took this picture & emailed it to me (Thanks!!!!!!) - and a guy named Wayne. Wayne was cool - had some high powered gov’ment job in Utah and serves as a Mormon Bishop. I had a bazillion questions for him on that, but I kept to the PC, “so are you going to do anything fun while you’re in the Hub” thing. I did crack him up - told him that if he was going to do the tourist thing he had to go to “Fenway Park, no I’m sorry that’s Fenway Pahk.” (Coming from Connecticut, I don’t have the accent. I’ve been told that CT is the place where accents go to die - I don’t know if that’s true, but it sounds about right.) He was amused I’d busted out the fake accent because he hadn’t heard it yet. Fake Bah-stin accents, just one more service I provide.
I’m so happy I went, even if Jamie (or the poor co-worker that got sent with me) don’t get it. They don’t need to understand my addiction, they just need to support it. *grin*
on the road :: comfort inn, sandusky, oh
Got an email from a friend wanting to know how I GTD on vacation…. Here’s your answer.
A) MacBook Pro. I never leave home without it anymore.
B) True Writer Fountain pen by my good friends at Levenger, which goes with…
C) Moleskine (with apple logo sticker!)
D) Jr. Circa notebook.
Freakin’ exhausted but I do have some good road stories to tell. More when I can stay awake.
rowboats :: perkin’s cove, ogunquit, me :: sometime in 2002
Although I work in Maine and have to cross the “Bridge over the River Pi” (as my dad used to call it) every day, it still feels weird not to spend a week on Short Sands Beach.
I can eat at my favorite restaurant, can take even more pix of the Nubble Light, go to Brown’s for ice cream and travel to Ogunquit whenever I want. And I take advantage of that. Sometimes. Perkin’s Cove and the Marginal Way is forever linked with my father in a way that time has not been able to dull. I can eat at BCH and do the Nubble (& Brown’s on the way back)... but when I walk the Marginal Way, I honestly don’t feel like I’m walking around alone.
It’s a weird feeling. Even now. Looking at this (heavily photoshopped) pic, I can literally feel him standing behind my chair. It makes me wonder why that, of all places in Maine, is linked so strongly with him in my memory. It certainly wasn’t our favorite place - that would be the Nubble. Even though I feel him at the Nubble, its nothing like being in Ogunquit.
I don’t know why this is on my mind today, but it is. For whatever reason, I miss him terribly today.
ucmb reunion :: jeff’s wedding :: portland, ct :: august thirty first two thousand seven
Every once in a while something happens to put an experience into crystal clear perspective… or it exorcises a ghost. Whatever.
There were times when I HATED being at UCONN. It was my mom’s school. The hockey team wasn’t a Hockey East team. My friends were all drunks. The homework sucked. My dorm sucked. Whatever excuse I could find, I used… I didn’t want to follow in my mom’s footsteps no matter what. And I did. I even ended up dating a guy who lived in her dorm. (!!!!!)
And on the flip side, there were times that I LOVED being there. (Of course, oddly enough, the best times are all drumline/marching band related: Leaving my shoes at UMASS was a huge highlight.) The marching band, Committees, Cape Cod, TBS/KKY, Delta Sig, Big/Little night at Hooters, Tamacka & you got Tache’d, Vaddo!, Schultzie & LInk & road tripping…
When I look at the whole picture, I realize it wasn’t quite so bad. I got more out of it than I thought I would. I got IMPORTANT stuff out of it. It’s like that MasterCard commercial says: “Being with people who get you? Priceless.”
10 years later, these guys are still some of the most important people in my life.