Ahh!

Apologies for the lack of blogginess. I've been so busy lately it should be illegal, and probably is. To wit, the earliest I got home last week was 9:00. Why? Apparently I've become quite popular and or useful for various endeavors. Endeavors that could advance my career. And thus I shan't pass them up.

I'm currently packing for a weekend trip to Atlanta for the NS@ -- the S is for stuttering, not security -- conference. Should be interesting. I'm sure I'll have more to blog on that when I actually get there.

At any rate, the most eventful thing to happen since the last time I blogged is that the DC D@wgs softball team snapped its 20+ game losing streak. We truly were acting like we'd just won the World Series. So much so, in fact, that some on the team thought it necessary to give the coach (i.e. me) a cooler bath -- as evidenced here:



I thought I was a good sport about it, however, as evidenced here:



During the game, someone took a picture of my while I was at bat. It turned out pretty well, and I have since used it as my F@cebook picture. But, I thought it was too perfect not to use to ridicule myself. So, I analyzed my own swing -- which as it turns out is actually pretty fundamentally sound. As evidenced, for a third time, here:



We also captured our post-game euphoria in this team picture:



That's all I got for now. I'll be more bloggy next week, I promise. For the three of you that care.

I'm so awesome.

I officially have my own facebook group that I didn't create myself...

I've arrived.

Day 730

Today is somewhat of an anniversary for me. It was two years ago tonight that I spent my first night in this apartment -- and by extension, D.C.

I feel like I've lost all concept of time because it in no way feels like it's been that long.

I wish I had a profound list of things I've learned or ways I've changed, but I just can't really think of any right now. But I'm sure they're there. Like that W@llflowers song -- I feel just like somebody else / When I ain't changed / But I know I ain't the same.

I didn't really have any expectations when I moved here, so I can't say whether things turned out how I expected. Although I will say that I didn't expect to be here this long. When I first got into town, I was operating under the assumption that I was just going to do my yearlong gig at the Ex@miner and then make a triumphant return to Atlanta. But, incidentally, I find D.C. to be much more interesting than Atlanta.

I decided to stay in D.C. for a reason that I shan't get into and of which am actually rather embarrassed. But suffice it to say that it was a matter of opportunity. Those of you that know me best know that I'm rather economical on my decision making. And the opportunity cost of leaving D.C. was greater than that of staying. Thus far, I don't regret it. Granted, some of my relationships with those back home have suffered or ceased completely, but such is life I suppose. I've also met so many people and forged so many relationships that it warranted sticking around. It takes me a while to get comfortable in a given environment, and I feel like I've just recently started feeling comfortable in D.C. We'll see what comes of that.

At any rate, that's enough self-indulgence for one night. My apologies.