Hi. I have returned from a long satisfying voyage, visiting friends and family in Israel, Berlin, France, Slovenia, and Scotland. I have a lot of work to do on feather2pixels, but for now here are some pictures waiting for your tender mousecliks.
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In the last fifty seconds of the final period, Delila came back from a two touch deficit to even the score. The 9-9 match went into extra time.
In Olympic fencing this is a sudden death situation. They traded clinks for a few moments. Suddenly, with a quick attack executed from below, the Olympics were over. She lost.
It was a kick-ass match. She was mesmerizing. I don’t know…I am proud of her.
My cousin Delila fences tomorrow. The long line of fencers established on my Mom’s side has been a beacon of family pride for some time now. Oh Dad, don’t be jealous. We will never forget about your nucleic acid sequence encoding a polypeptide with at least about 90% homology to a LAMP self-binding domain, and corresponding proteins.
Through special Olympic time travel technology developed by the Chinese, tomorrow’s action will be broadcast online live from the Beijing National Convention Center tonight. Ten PM Pacific time. Women’s Individual Foil. Round of 32 (she got a bye in the original round of 64). The blue piste.
Just as I’m starting to feel totally unappreciated in my teaching career, good old Lisa R. shows up at my office with a rainbow roll in one hand and an orphaned dachshund puppy in the other. Last year, I was compelled to graduate Lisa R., who seemed to miss a lot of April class but pass a lot of quizes. It worked to my advantage. According to rumor, she made a donation to the alumni fund on the condition that I was rehired this year. At any rate it was a welcomed gesture for a down and out teacher and her pup had a really long tongue.
Raviv leaves tomorrow morning after a week or so in the Bay. Saturday ended up being the perfect day. We toured the Haight (“all this street is nice”), watched an unlikely throttling of the West Virginia University Mountaineers, stopped by a little art show (all my postcards sold out on opening night!), and met up with a Bud-drinking Adrienne at The Bottom of the Hill for the best show I’ve seen there in a while. Raviv actually just got back tonight from a one day trip to LA. As I sat at my desk, overlooking the yellow glow of 24th street, he appeared out of nowhere. Without thinking about it, I suddenly felt happy he was back.
And now it Raviv is in San Francisco. Raviv is my Israeli cousin who’s come on his first trip to the United States with a special diplomatic visa for the purposes of teaching the U.S. military how to train bomb sniffing dogs. Yeah. I’m not entirely sure what he’s been doing with himself while I’ve been at work, but at night I’ve tried to counteract three months of Marines with immersion in the full Bay Area experience in all its precious glory. So we hit The Parkway theater for sing-a-long Popeye, ate a Sushi Zone feast (complete with an epic two hour wait), and, last night with Freckles, joined a well-timed Critical Mass. At this point, he probably misses the Marines.