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my amazing wife, brooke, has been asked to be the dance critic at the prague post. here's a photo of the front page for one of her stories.
yeah, she's pretty awesome.
here are some photos from last month...
alone on the tram the angels of shopping circle of lights he’s just a little guy matka a otec do praha metro guitar petting the pony soma bags of stone i’ve had this tina turner song in my head for three weeks and i can't get it out purple tree mannequin advertising potsdammer platz ironic room number memorial peace square festival marianske lanze stairwell i used to hate yogurt, but now...
an unfortunate event occurred on the bus the other night. i’ve learned during the past few months that while riding public transportation, you should be ready for sudden stops and lurches. well, apparently, i wasn't overly ready on thursday evening. i was sitting down (that’s right, sitting) when the bus took a sudden turn to the left, my body slipped off the seat, and, suddenly, i was on the floor. although i started laughing before i picked myself up, i couldn’t help noticing a sharp pain in my leg. so now i have a strange mixture of yellow, purple, and red on my shin. gross.
my birthday was last month. i am now 29. i don’t feel old, but several people asked me if i felt that way. i know my body looks different. i know some of my thinking patterns have changed. i know i’ve made some good and bad decisions. and apparently, other things have been happening in the universe that have influenced the things that are happening now. and so on. regardless, here is one person's opinion on birthdays.
is this the best truck they could find for gerald ford?
the czechs don't screw around when it comes to pyrotechnics. on new year's eve, we went to old town square to see the fireworks. at one point, i was walking through the crowd with some hot wine. i saw an opening and thought, 'oh, that's convenient.' i had just entered the clearing when two bottle rockets suddenly flew skyward to my right and a loud explosion went off somewhere on my immediate left. i spilled some wine on my hands and made some sort of painful 'ahh!' noise.
so it's 2007. it sounds more futuristic than 2006. soon we'll have crystals on our hands that will flash red when we're scheduled for carousel. but we'll still be able to run for sanctuary.
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