Lake House Weekend 2008

We do it every year.

Here are some of my favorite moments captured on camera from this weekend.



Thanks to Pete for catching all of them on film.

The road not taken.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

The pull of night.

It's late.

All the warm bodies in the house are asleep. Leaving just me, alone. The waves outside are crashing just inaudibly beyond reach. It's unsettlingly quiet.

And dark. Too many big trees and too little city to set the night aglow. My computer screen is giving off an eerie whiteish-blue light and I can see my hands typing away at the keys but I feel disconnected to them.

I am alone. But I am not at all lonely.

And these detached hands just keep on typing.

There are windows in every room and in them I can see the vague reflection of my body and as I pace restlessly, my chest bursts with tiny firefly lights. They come out with the rain, lighting depthless dark with fleeting green.

And when I step out onto the porch it is almost two a.m. and I can see further into the pitch black night than I ever could in the daylight.

I am motionless, can feel the Earth turning on its axis. Slowly, pulling deeply, I can. Almost. Hear. My. Own. Breath.

I'll be here this weekend.

My most favorite spot in the entire world.

Bikini Freakend 2007

I just returned from the Funfest (not to be confused with Awesomefest) that was my weekend.

Here is a quick preview. There are a few key elements to this video: the dog trying to bite the bat the whole time, my Naziesque screams of "Get up! Finish!", and Kate's final words.

The full hilarity to come.

*Instead of completely reposting, you can find the full recap, here. Also, Don, I'm going to forget you ever said those blasphemous words about Xanga. You bite your tongue. You bite your tongue right now.

**You can view the photos from the weekend and every other weekend I've had since 2003, here.