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Nick and Karen’s Wedding

Years after Nick and I were flatmates at that quirky art school in the south of England, I attend his wedding. Nick and Karen met in Boston, and although they’ve since moved to California, they returned to their home city for the nuptial ceremonials.

For the second night in a row, Boston is blanketed in snow. We brave the ice and snow, to find ourselves at the lusty Omni Parker House, where we are subsequently stuffed with food and treated to a predictable playlist that still has an undeniable power to motivate us to butt-shaking.

All in all, a lovely time.

And for no reason, here’s a photo of me, Nick, and Hugh in London on our final night together in London.

Scott, Hugh, and Nick

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

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01 2010

Lauren’s House

Through the snow and wind of January, I journey to Boston, for the wedding of grad school flatmate Nick, and his lady Karen. Lauren, my old high school chum, has graciously offered to put me up for the night, thus saving me the hassle and costs of staying a hotel, which I forgot to reserve anyway.

Lauren’s place is comfy, and distinctively female.

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

And yes, that is a foam penis and pig in a jar of water. That’s how she rolls.


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.

    Get me to the Church on Time

    A scramble out the door this morning, through to Liverpool St. station, then a three-transfer Tube ride to Waterloo, and onto Guildford. Of course, we didn’t feel like waiting for the bus, so we hopped a cab up the Cathedral to make it with seconds to spare. Actually no, no seconds to spare, we were late. Had to throw on some borrowed robes (Macbeth reference anyone?) and take places with the quickness.

    After that, it was just another graduation, really. More comments later, when I actually have some energy, cause right now I am knackered!


    06 2006

    Sitting in an English Garden

    Sunday mornings the artists come out to Hyde Park to sell their wares. Paintings, clocks, and the like. Ponies – gotta love it. And of course Speakers’ Corner, where religious zealots, socialists, and anti-Americans of all sorts come to yell and scream for no apparent reason.

    Oh the suburbs. A small town in Buckinghampshire, called Amersham, where Damian lives. Damian, of course you’ll remember, was my tutor last year at SIAD. So, why not have a BBQ out here? Laura had to see the small-town Britain as well as the big city.

    White skies, but no rain, thankfully. Along with watching the England match, not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon.


    06 2006

    Such Tourists

    Once more through the streets of London, this time as tourists. Sort of.

    Nick, Hugh, Ana, and Sofia and me, young, foreign and in London. A night tour of the Capital never seemed to so carefree.

    These are the times to be missed.


    09 2005

    Return to Skool Disco

    Somehow, I feel that I’ve been here before…oh wait. School is back in session – with a new name and some new faces, but otherwise unchanged.

    The question of the night, from old friends, teammates, acquaintances, and random folk I don’t really know that well: “What are you doing here?” I suppose the answer varies, depending on how existential you want to get.

    Perhaps its me being jaded and exhausted and generally deflated, but I didn’t think this disco was as good as last years? Just didn’t seem to be as fun for everyone, and I didn’t do much dancing, so maybe that’s it. Anyway, here are photos.

    By the way, I have since eliminated commenting from this site – so if you want tell me something, you’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way, via email. Use the contact page.


    09 2005

    End of SIAD, for real

    So, on the final night of being a resident of SIAD, the MA students headed out to dinner for one last night of inside jokes and international antics.

    Sadly, there was an air of stress about the table, and it was somewhat more of a mourning than a celebration. Onwards we go.

    Tomorrow, we move out.


    09 2005

    MA Exhibition

    Twas the night before the exhibition and all through the house, everybody is stressed out and loosing their minds…

    I don’t the photos can properly portray how much of a mess my bedroom was. My camera decided to break during the exhibition so I couldn’t actually take any pictures of my display but hopefully I will be able get a few from Mwenda or someone else.

    Ugh. So exhausted.


    09 2005

    End of SIAD, sort of

    Today we handed in our final projects. There’s not much else to say, it wasn’t very exciting.

    There is so much to be said about my final project, but at this moment I am running on empty. My eyes hurt, I’m falling asleep, and my hand-eye coordination has gone to shit.

    Afterwards, we hung out in the courtyard and drank champagne and later went to Cafe Rouge for dinner and excessive amounts of wine. Zero fell asleep on the couch, Paris was hassling him.


    09 2005