Still hard at work, and enjoying every minute of it. –rakkity View of the Eiffel Tower from Trocadero. E.T from under Art Deco Brasserie at Saint Michel Our meeting location–an observatoire of the 18th c. April daffodils outside the cafeteria.
Mike, I looked for strikes & demonstations on a walk near the Obs de Paris this afternoon, but within a mile radius, saw only passive Parisians, blooming forsythias and rampant daffodils. Dang. And I brought my camera along to get some interesting shots. Maybe I’ll head over to the Place du Republique this evening. –rakkity […]
Mike, I looked for strikes & demonstations on a walk near the Obs de Paris this afternoon, but within a mile radius, saw only passive Parisians, blooming forsythias and rampant daffodils. Dang. And I brought my camera along to get some interesting shots. Maybe I’ll head over to the Place du Republique this evening. –rakkity […]
…â€I’ve got a rope.†Bob and I peered down the face with Jack. We couldn’t see very far, since the walls of the cleft blocked the view of the lower cliffs. Jack continued, “Below that chimney, from what I’ve heard we’ll have to rappel.†That perked up my ears. I’d never rappelled before. Jack uncoiled […]
It was July, 1965, and I had just moved to mountainous Colorado from flat Illinois. Just about everything I owned was in my car, and I was camping my way though the mountains, postponing the day when I’d join the CU graduate school in Boulder. This particular day I had my eye set on Mt […]
It was July, 1965, and I had just moved to mountainous Colorado from flat Illinois. Just about everything I owned was in my car, and I was camping my way though the mountains, postponing the day when I’d join the CU graduate school in Boulder. This particular day I had my eye set on Mt […]
–rakkity It was a beautiful Spring day in Boulder, and Maggie and I were in high spirits as we headed up the Bluebell trail toward the Third Flatiron. Maggie Herz was a grad student in the Physics Dept, I was a 2nd-year grad student in the Astrogeophysics Dept, and both of us were hiker/climbers in […]
(click) Our first crocus. No cardboard, no Photoshop, no fakery. Just plain shadows and sunlight. –rakkity (click) Bathroom at the Pomegranate Inn. Photoshop > adjust levels, contrast, color and sharpen, then add a wee bit of yellow to resemble the original. Michael
Last Tuesday, Dominic sent an email to me asking if I was up for racquetball Wed or Thurs night. I almost responded with a “Yes” when I recalled that Patrick had asked to play on Thurs. And it wouldn’t be a 3-way game, because KT was busy with a Dutch class that afternoon. So with […]
It was July 1975, and the three of us, Joe, Chuck, and Ed (your 6-lived reporter), were bound for Scott Lake, a high alpine tarn just west of Gannett Peak, the highest mountain in Wyoming. We had no intent of attempting Gannett–this was just an exploratory trip to see the high glaciated basins and alpine […]
Last week I sent an email to Dom saying “game Wed night?” He responded, “I’m in the UK, how about next Wed?” So next Wednesday came, and the Dom & I met at the court. When I pulled the ball (our only ball) out of my pocket, I looked at it and exclaimed,”Wow! I thought […]
Patrick and I met at the gym entrance for our 5-oclock game on the dot of 4:59, and were tapping on the glass of court no. 1 at 5:02. The couple who were playing there couldn’t be serious players, after all, it was a boy-girl match, which couldn’t be as important as a father-son tournament, […]