wane on, wane off.

It's hard to admit that blogging should really be relegated to responsible professionals with consummate skill. Especially with graduate school starting up, my realistic ability to keep up with this medium will be greatly diminished. But luckily for you, loyal readers, my posts will be better even as my wit begins to dull.

What's been up lately? Oh, you know, E V E R Y T H I N G. Well, for one, I made it back from Canadia in tact:



We saw one moose, one plastic snow leopard, and one ATV. Pretty good for wildlife.



Speaking of wildlife, besides hanging out with Simon, Todd, Chil and Steph over the course of a week, we hung out with Dave Marshall, my old camp counselor and former lead guitarist of Staggered Crossing. Yeah, that's Warner Canada, bitches. Here's Dave doing a dry run of a song he would later perform with his band the Buffalo Builders:



As you will recall from my last post, Marisa gave me 88 reasons why she is still the most awesome person ever for getting me a ticket to 88 Boadrums:



From New York and Toronto, it was off to Columbus, OH, home to Tyler, Jo, Lula (see below), the Fightin' Buckeyes, Skreened, Matt Earley, and all sorts of other goodies. We vegged out, ate well, and caught Tropic Thunder and Vicki Cristina Barcelona. And oh yeah, Doug Benson who you may peep below:



And the following is known as Lula:



What a nice way to sign off...

a quick one while she's away

Well, $hit is crazy right now, to be blunt. Tomorrow I'm off to the great white north, and not just kinda' white but really white:


*I have no idea who these people are, just to be clear.

Speaking of white, I just got back from Nantucket, where, to paraphrase Tyler, I was the "hairiest person around." Here's what Nantucket kind of looks like:



Mike Birbiglia was there, and so was I, along with Kai and Susan. We had been discussing Birbigs' fantastic class clown joke, which goes something like "I was never the class clown. The class clown was the guy who would say 'you're fat, you're gay, I'm outta here!' I was always a little bit fat and a little bit gay." Suddenly, from a mysterious tent by the beach, we heard the magical words "you're fat, you're gay, I'm outta here!" only to realize that we had stumbled upon true comedic genius by accident (make sure you read Mike's account here):


*crappy iPhone photography courtesy of me and Steve Jobs. Seriously, is exposure control too much to ask for?

Then I moved to Park Slope, home to me and other A-list-in-my-book celebrities such as Donny, Jesus and the hot chick from Inventing the Abbotts. Seriously, can anyone else boast of having two stars of The Big Lebowski living in their neighborhood? It was sad to leave Somerville behind, but I didn't get into MIT because I'm not enough of a dork. More importantly, I really wanted to go here, and that's where I'll be in September.

I've been struggling to explain exactly what I will be doing, but I can tell you about some cool things that have come out of the program. There's GRL, there's Dodgeball, there's Clay Shirky, and many others. I think the website puts it best when they say that ITP is "a Center for the Recently Possible."

Speaking of graffiti, I just saw an excellent exhibit at Deitch by Os Gemeos which I would recommend seeing, except that it closes today. Here's some of their stuff:



Tonight, it's off to see 88 Boadrums at Brooklyn Bridge Park:


Tomorrow morning, Toronto, to see old camp friends, then Monday off on a four-day canoe excursion, then off to Columbus, OH on Friday to see what's-his-name. Ok, I'm off to go buy the Gemeos book. See you in a couple of weeks!