There are probably better ways to remember these things, but there you go – for 12+ years I have posted things in Facebook and it does a nice job reminding me. Given the privacy issues I’m beginning to pull these things out and publish them on a site that in the end I own. Even if, ironically, the content is public.
Check out my activity on AllTrails.
Surprisingly tough hike. Boulder is so lucky to have something like this so close by.
We’ve eaten here before but tonight was a quick happy hour menu… this is a very, very nice burger. The fries are correct.
If I had a complaint or two, a nit… the bacon is not great. And it needed a touch more salt.
Still, very nice.
10 years ago today was, apparently my 10 year high school reunion. Pictured here are two of the people who were responsible for ensuring I made it through high school. Glenny and I were buds sometime end of Freshman, early Soph year. Earlier? Days at the arcade playing Rush’n’Attack turned into overlay drunk nights. Guido (Jason to normal people) and I became friends over lunch and hacky-sack. Guido was also one of the only people I knew who could sing all of the words to Simon and Garfunkel back before they were cool (or cool again).
There were plenty more friends who got me through of course, but I love seeing this photo. Lovely that we are still friends and chat to this day (although Guido and I are long overdue to catch up).
Sorry I missed my 20th this year.
Unsure of the context. I have photos of us eating steak fries earlier. Notice how the dog is watching the sandwich and nothing else.
It goes without saying but Paris is the restaurant capital of the world. Sure, there is great food elsewhere. There might even be better high end food or the world’s best (whatever that means). But pound for pound Paris is amazing.
Having moved from Zurich (clean, wholesome, bland) to Paris we were just flabbergasted by all the food we had available.
This last was something I compiled with help from friends and colleagues. Sadly I suspect many (most) are gone and of these, well, we were just freakin’ hungry and less discerning than we might be later in our time in France.
I’ve broken plenty of the lightweight bands. And the smaller bands we use for glute bridges, monster walks, etc…. well that’s weekly.
But a big green band doing glute/hamstring work. Good lord, either a) this band was old and doomed and sad or b) I am a monster. I am going with ( b ).
I got injured during a recent Crossfit competition and I’ve had a hard time getting back to the gym. Some of the that is due to work travel. Some of that is due to the massive wildfire smoke we’ve had in the Northwest. Some of that is due to not being able to fully do the workouts i.e. modify them to allow for the fact that I cannot do any pulling movements at the moment. Modifying is really hard and it takes away some of the joy of a Crossfit workout. I know it shouldn’t and as a coach I’ll tell people it doesn’t matter. And yet somehow I find motivation in not modding a workout. Looks like I have one more thing to work on 🙂
Anyway, good to be back. I did pushups instead of power cleans and rode the Assault Bike instead of running.
We stayed in a lovely, if weird, apartment on Avenue George Mandel in the 16th in Paris. Finding an apartment was hard – we needed to be near the kids’ school but also near enough to a Metro line that I could get to the 19th where I worked.
We looked at 10-15 places (Susan and the boys looked at a lot more). I won’t give any spoilers but it took us longer than expected to find a place but when we did… it’s still the place we dream of when we think about someday moving back to Paris.
10 years ago today we had just moved to Paris. We wandered the city and eventually wound up at a lovely little bistro in the 16th.
We are really overdue for a trip / visit / relo back to Paris.
I don’t have a specific photo from the cafe but this is definitely the right day and area