Archive for October, 2005


Untitled – October 30, 2005

October 30, 2005

I am sorry I have not written in a while. Life has been crazy. In the past two weeks, I have worked about 60 hours, gone to all of my classes and have completed all of my required homework assignments. Include with that, lunch with Dan Evans and Bill Gates Sr., a report to UW’s Board of Regents and a many, many nights of drinking. I have been burning the candle on both ends, and probably burning it through the middle too. That is why it was nice leaving Seattle yesterday.

I received an invitation to go out to my friend’s place on Vashon Island for a pumpkin carving party. They have some property out there and a small farm. My friend Kelli and I left her place at 2:00 to reach the 2:20 West Seattle ferry heading to Vashon Island. As we pulled up to the ferry landing at 2:19, I watched as the gate closed down, and the ferry left us behind. About 30 minutes later, we boarded the next ferry. Here are some pictures from the ride.

Photo of me on the ferry to Vashon Island on October 29, 2005. Photo by Kelli Larsen.

Photo of me on the ferry to Vashon Island on October 29, 2005. Photo by Kelli Larsen.

Photo of my friend Kelli and I on the ferry to Vashon Island on October 29, 2005. Photo taken by Nick Peyton.

Photo of my friend Kelli and I on the ferry to Vashon Island on October 29, 2005. Photo taken by Nick Peyton.

It was great being on the farm. It was exactly how one would expect it to be. A narrow dirt rode led up to the farmhouse. A neighbor’s dog greeted us. A fairly large spider crawled onto my shoulder. A pot of homemade soup, with vegetables grown on the farm, simmered on the stove. And large orange pumpkins provided a colorful contrast to the tall green grasses. There were three awards given to for the carving contest. Most creative, Scariest, and the Charlie Brown Award – renamed from ‘Most Lame.’ Despite some mild lobbying to the judges, I received the Charlie Brown award. It was a great afternoon and it was great leaving the city.


Untitled – October 9, 2005

October 9, 2005

When I was in elementary school, I played two-hand touch football everyday during recess. It was usually two on two. One quarterback and one receiver against one pass rusher and one safety. The pass rusher usually had to count to three Mississippi before having a chance at the quarterback. My team consisted of Jason McShane and me. Jason was a big Dolphins fan, a Mormon and on the last day of school in the fourth grade, he would become my archenemy. We designed plays and had code names for them. It was great. I remember one day in the fifth grade, the greatest game of two-hand touch football took place. It was a game between the fifth and the sixth graders. We had a chip on our shoulders and they had to prove their dominance. I do not remember who won the game, but I remember thinking at the time that my life would be defined before and after that game.

The reason I reminisce about my days playing two-hand touch football in elementary school is that I do not remember ever being in pain after the hundreds of games I must have played. Right now, I am on the Evans School flag football team. Today, we had our first game and today I was the pass rusher. And unlike the rules at Jefferson Elementary, we do not count to three Mississippi before running at the quarterback. It may sound easy to run by the one blocker (who cannot use their hands to stop you), and sack the quarterback for a loss. But you try running at someone full speed and have them run away from you at full speed – it’s hard.

It was second down and ten yards to go, when I finally broke free and had a clear shot at the quarterback. I was running full speed at him and he had nowhere to run. In my head, I visualized ripping his flag off and sacking him for a lost. Everything was in place. When out of nowhere my own player dives onto the ground right in front of me. While I am reaching for his flag, my legs are cut from under me and I go flying forward. Because my arm is extended, I cannot brace for the fall. I land hard on the right side of my face. It felt like I slid on my face for 10 yards. I lay on the ground in pain for a couple of seconds when I realize that I need a substitution. And I go running off the field. After sitting a couple plays, I would go back into the game. After a hard fight, we ended up tying the game. So we start the season 0-0-1. At least we are still undefeated. Tonight, I pretty much hurt everywhere. My eye is swollen and red and I think I have a good chance of having a black eye tomorrow. I truly do not remember this kind of pain in elementary school. I guess pain is what we accept for growing up.


Untitled – October 1, 2005

October 1, 2005

I just got home from the Evans School welcome barbeque. I played bartender all night. Which is my secret dream. Today was a typical Seattle day. It was cloudy this morning and then the clouds burned off leaving the sun to warm the air below. However, there was a cold front coming in from the north. And even the most amateur weather person knows that this situation creates thunderstorms.

The barbeque started at five. And at 4:30, all hell broke loose. It started to pour rain. Then with the unstable air, it began to thunder and lightning. As most Seattleites will tell you, it is rare that rain will pour and it is rarer that it will thunder and lightning. Lightning and thunder were crashing all around us. And in the 50 yards from the car to the house, I was soaked. After an hour of this, it stopped.

Since I had been standing by the keg all night, for better or worse, my glass was always full. Two first year students were standing outside with me – Chase and Sophia. I smoked a cigarette with them and looked upon the evening sky. The clouds looked orange and red as the sun set in the distance. The neighborhood was quiet. After the rain and the thunder, the stillness was startling. The high from the cigarette and the buzz from my beer were wonderful and I could not help but wonder what this year will bring.