The Rebound

I recently went through a breakup. With my running club. We had a good thing going — weekly track workouts followed by cheap beer, weekend getaway long runs in the mountains, the occasional karaoke night, long walks on the beach at sunset… West Valley TC wasn’t just the track club next door. We had…

Farewells

“Dude. Where the hell are you?”

No reply.

It was 5:05pm and my boss promised that our meeting would start at 5:00pm sharp and last no longer than five minutes. He said it was urgent.

The Rug

I have a knack for using my body and bike in the way that ants use their exoskeletons to transport oversized and complexly-shaped items for nest-making.

This is because I nest-build almost exclusively with nest items that I find on Craigslist. (Or, here in London, Craigslist + Gumtree +…

London Week 1

Moving to another country is sort of like drowning. Your initial reaction is to panic and start thrashing everywhere in wild hope of grasping some line of control. There are duvet covers to buy and closets to organize and things to plug into things that plug into funny shaped outlets and not nearly…

Good Riddance San Francisco

Really San Francisco? You couldn’t muster a single gust of Bay wind today? You chose this very afternoon to shake off your June gloom? You couldn’t find a single grouch to glare at me on the street or a single car to swerve into my bike lane? Today of all days, you just had to…