Puck Drop Time
It’s been way too many months since I’ve said something about hockey. Quite honestly, this was one of the strangest off-seasons (long free agency periods, contract bumbling on Sixth Avenue, dismantling of the Blackhawks) and one of the most encouraging ones (Kovulchuk, Mottau, Arnott, MacLean). With a mere eight days to the season and home [...]
Joining the Microfinance Information Exchange Board
I have joined the board of the Microfinance Information Exchange as an observer, and hopefully with the right blend of participation, networking and tenure I’ll become a full board member over time. MIX plays the role of aggregator and provides financial transparency in the world of microfinance – connecting all of the parts of the [...]
Frampton’s Soggy Guitar Auction
I got to see Peter Frampton open for Yes at Bethel Woods back in June. It was 1977 revisited, but the musicians had less hair and more equipment. Except for Frampton’s equipment bus, as he lost quite a bit of his touring kit as well as his personal guitar collection in the Nashville floods during [...]
Scalzi/Wheaton Book Of Awesomeness
One of my summer projects was to spend more time writing, and I used a variety of writing contests (Erika Napoletano, ESPN/Stymie and Scalzi/Wheaton) to force action on that thought. I think I had the most fun working on the Scalzi/Wheaton fanfic contest, mostly because it was the first time I’d written science fiction, fan [...]
Blue In Shadows
I was reading the Asbury Park Press coverage of the Lyda Craig exhibit at the Rutgers Mason Gross Gallery and found this quote from Lyda’s then four-year old son: “Shadows have blue in them.” Lyda Craig was a high school classmate of mine, incredibly gifted in art, perception and candor. She would doodle a picture [...]
Another Blog About Food, Language and Yelling
Our daughter Elana has started her gap year in Israel. She’s blogging her adventures. Combined with Skype, phone calls, and updates from the program on Facebook, give us a great view into what’s going on 6,000 miles away. Echoing the “Anatevka” scene (“You’re going to America? I have a cousin in Chicago”) that closes Fiddler [...]