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Snowy Train Stations

After sleeping at Brittany’s house, I wonder home to Jersey City on so many different trains. The snowfall on the Gravers station made a lovely moment for me, the lone awaiting passenger, to snap a few photos. It’s a shame that station house has been closed and mothballed, it’s a great piece of architecture.

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01 2010

Dance Alumni

Strange Days Indeed
Jason, Miriam, and Scott, reunited.

As I do, I have returned to Drexel so I may watch my younger, bendier, gracefuller successors in the Dance Ensemble perform their twice-annual concert. Many alumni attend, not only to enjoy the show itself, but to show solidarity for the present crop of dancers.

This time around, James, Diane, and other alumni organised a bit of an after party for some gracious alumni to meet, mingle, eat greasy food, and talk about when we were young and agile. Photos and inside jokes were shared.

The night was fun. Got to see a few of the girls I danced with (and occasionally bled with). Got to briefly chat with Miriam, head of the dance department and very much a mentor to me at Drexel (and one-time victim of a Fruedian slip when I called her “mum”). Jason, my fellow male dancer turned up. Later in the night I stayed at Brittany’s. Good times. And yet I only snapped the one photo.

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01 2010

No Longer Empty: Never Can Say Goodbye

After an exhausting week, I stepped out with Craig and Lisa to the grand re-opening of Tower Records for the Never Can Say Goodbye event, hosted by No Longer Empty, an arts advocacy group that revamps abandoned and closed spaces, often with an artsy twist.

Got to see old Drexel pals Naomi (who helped organise the event) and Sarah, with whom I used to dance.

While packed, the evening did show off some interesting music-themed artwork. Good stuff.

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01 2010

Out With The Guys

The rugby team, that is. Made the long, cold journey to the Upper East Side for a night of music and comedy. A team fundraiser/bonding experience. Even after all this time, it’s odd to see the fellas dressed in street clothes. Like when I was a lifeguard, or on the dance ensemble. The phrase “I’m not used to seeing you with clothes on” is thrown around, and yes, it has gotten awkward at times.

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01 2010

10 Years of Thankfulness

Today is Thanksgiving, and tomorrow is our ten-year reunion. And while I’m not usually the sappy type to list things for which I am thankful, I have to say that over the last ten years, I have a lot to be thankful for. When added up, the past decade has been an immense time for me — learning, seeing, growing, doing — and it has made me the man I am today. So in spite of my less-than-brilliant life situation (eg, broke, single, unemployed), I still have to give thanks.

In the last ten years, I:

  • Moved to Philadelphia
  • Survived my first term at college
  • Made the Dean’s List
  • Learned to play rugby
  • Became good at video games
  • Mastered basic Calculus
  • Visited London
  • Learned to Salsa dance
  • Moved back to Maplewood
  • Got my first [indoor, professional] job
  • Voted in my first Presidential election
  • Became a disgruntled working stiff
  • Got fired
  • Joined a Shakespeare troupe
  • Built websites
  • Attempted Modern Dance
  • Learned to Swing Dance
  • Attempted Ballet
  • Visited Minneapolis
  • Joined a Fraternity
  • Forgot how to Salsa dance
  • Mastered the finer points of Shakespeare
  • Mastered the finer points of Christopher Marlowe
  • Visited London
  • Worked as a graphic designer
  • Read all the Harry Potter books
  • Visited New Orleans
  • Performed modern dance and ballet
  • Finished a degree in Mechanical Engineering
  • Moved back to Maplewood
  • Worked an unpaid internship
  • Moved to England
  • Visited London frequently
  • Learned the basics of British culture
  • Voted absentee ballot in a Presidential Election
  • Visited Paris
  • Learned to use Chopsticks
  • Mastered the finer points of British culture
  • Picked up a British accent
  • Waited on line for the midnight release of a Harry Potter book
  • Earned a Master’s Degree in Graphic Communication
  • Moved back to Maplewood
  • Freelanced as a graphic designer
  • Lost a British accent
  • Started a design blog
  • Started a podcast
  • Got a full-time job
  • Moved to Brooklyn
  • Became a disgruntled working stiff
  • Quit a full-time job
  • Returned to Freelancing
  • Trained for a marathon
  • Waited on line for the midnight release of a Harry Potter book
  • Ran a marathon
  • Returned to playing rugby
  • Moved to Jersey City
  • Started a blog about business cards
  • And the rest is just details.

    Thanks to everyone who made the last 10 years necessary.

    Nolcha Fashion Week

    Brittany invited me to attend a fashion show, wherein new clothing from the up-and-coming designers would be on show. But more importantly, she’d be modeling. So off I go to the Czech Consulate (where else) to take part in the fan fare and become part of the rituals of Fashion Week.

    Well, at least there was free coffee.

    Unexpectedly, ran into Andrea, another old Drexel schoolmate and Dance alum. Good times.

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    09 2009

    Drexel Dance Ensemble show Spring 2008

    The second part of the day was distinctively less violent than the rugby, but in much that same way, it was an alumni day. Meeting up with Jason, unplannedly, we watch the current troupe of dancers move upon the stage for a night.

    Afterwards, we poked around and took a few photos. Nothing too spectacular. I guess I’m getting old, my photos aren’t nearly as fun as they’ve been in past years.

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    05 2008

    Return to Drexel, to Watch Dance

    Returning, as I do twice annually, to Drexel to watch the Dance Ensemble put on a little show (and dance). As the years roll by, I seem to know fewer and fewer of the dancers on stage, and I find myself feeling older and older in comparison. Still, it’s always nice to see the familiar faces that turn up, or haven’t left, in the case of Lauren C. AJ, of all people, turned up for what I think is the first time since graduation. Now that is a person I generally wish I saw more of.

    And afterwards we found ourselves in Mad Mex, that old bar/restaurant with the big margaritas and the salty chips. I don’t drink, which made this night another one those “sober guy” nights. Oy.

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    06 2007

    Housewarming

    A quick surgical strike to Philadelphia. In and out in just a few hours – to watch the Drexel Dance show, of course. Shame I didn’t stay to hang out for a bit, considering it was Brittany’s birthday and all. Strange that I didn’t take and photos – very unlike me.

    And then back to Maplewood, to hang out at Eddie’s house. Congrats to Eddie for buying a condo over on Meadowbrook, right down the street from Mischa. Another night with the fellas, but now with the phrase “don’t fuck up my house” introduced into the mix.

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    Washington crossing the Thames

    Nothing says America’s Birthday like a riverboat party on the Thames. That’s London, in case you didn’t know.

    Jason and Drexel undergrads greet me as I board. Laughs and catch-up talk. Meet the yanks. As the shadows lengthen, we see the landmarks and cameras flicker as hastily-posed snapshots become universally fashionable.

    The symbols, of course, are slightly conflicted. American Independence in Britain’s capital. Signs and relics of the Empire surround us as our nasal, North American brogues pierce the evening air. Its the fourth of July, but our ship is flying the flag of her Majesty’s Navy. I feel like Nelson. Or maybe, John Paul Jones.

    In the dusk hours, raffle tickets, and their holders. Still-sober hands grip coloured bits of paper – a one-pound shot in the dark, a chance for glory and escapism. Win a holiday. Win a prize.

    And as the sun sets, the dancing begins. The lower deck clearly wasn’t designed to hold 200 screaming yanks and their drinks. No drinks on the dance floor? Yea right. Try to keep your trousers cuffs out of the sludge! Not quite as bad as frat house basement, but nearly there.

    Everyone is smiling. Everyone is having fun. Forget your troubles, forget the drama, forget your latitude and just enjoy the night.

    Afterward, to Haymarket for a bit of afterpartying at student night at the Sports Bar. Baseball on the tube, Born in the USA playing far too loud, boatloads of yankee students, in London for the summer.

    Oh, by the way, I won a 9-day European Tour! #428, baby.

    [side note: there were A LOT of women out on this night. I can’t make sense of it, really. I guess if you have to be beautiful to get a work visa in Britain.]

    And a few photos taken after swing dancing Monday night. Got on the wrong bus, wound up near Bank tube station. Took a few shots.

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    07 2006