post #1 - NOVEMBER - Thanksgiving in Helena-West Helena with the Chadwick's, Lew's and Sacco's: the red ball store and the Edwardian Inn (owned by Aunt Lynn and Dana)
Thursday, November 11, 2010
a year in photos (november 2009)
this is the first post of my memories in the past year or more. so, to keep it succinct, i've only included photos and a few captions. the next 11-12 posts are all in chronological order, starting post-NYC marathon last year and ending pre-NYC marathon this year. enjoy a year in my life - i can honestly say this past year has been lived in hyperspeed.
post #1 - NOVEMBER - Thanksgiving in Helena-West Helena with the Chadwick's, Lew's and Sacco's: the red ball store and the Edwardian Inn (owned by Aunt Lynn and Dana)
post #1 - NOVEMBER - Thanksgiving in Helena-West Helena with the Chadwick's, Lew's and Sacco's: the red ball store and the Edwardian Inn (owned by Aunt Lynn and Dana)
Thursday, November 5, 2009
26.2
this past sunday i ran/walked/limped/laid down and got massages my way through 26.2 miles.
the first 11 miles were amazing - zigzagging around Brooklyn not leaving a hand un-fived.
running into fans in Williamsburg and my first steps in Manhattan brought me to mile 17 before the pain.
Achilles pains troubled me from miles 17-21 - where at miles 17, 19, and 21 i stopped at the medical tents - who knew that you could get a massage every two miles?
after 21, i picked up the pace and ran through the pain.
these photos are from mile 23.5 where Carly caught me smiling and running backwards even as my lower leg was pounding.
as a number, what does 26.2 mean? i don't know.
it meant 5 hours and 20 minutes to me.
next time it will mean 4 hours and 30 minutes.
i ran the NYC marathon as a member of Team Tillman - a group of individuals supporting the Pat Tillman Foundation through raising funds and awareness. we had the opportunity to meet as a team on Saturday before the race and after that meeting take a tour of Ground Zero and Firehouse 10.
in addition to running the marathon this past weekend, i had the opportunity to celebrate Halloween (as an 80's runner with Mandy as Madeliene, Meagan as an aught's runner, and Kara as the Chesire Cat).
and, as always, see some great graffiti. this trip included a stop by a new Os Gemeos mural at Bowery and Houston
and a impromptu interview with Shepard Fairey in Times Square. here is the best recap of that interview:
Me: Shepard, let me introduce you to Lyndsey Anderson. Can we get a photo with you?
Shepard: Sure.
Me: (After photos) I did my thesis on graffiti and read a lot about your work and Lyndsey is currently writing her Master's thesis on street art. During my writing, I interviewed a lot of artists and always asked them two questions: 1) Is all graffiti political? and 2) Who is your favorite graffiti artist? So, what are your answers.
Shepard: Sure. Graffiti uses space that is not paid for and the fact that it is taking that space is a political statement. Now, other graffiti has a message...
Me: (interrupting) so the medium is the message. The medium makes it political.
Shepard: Yeah, but it can also have a political message.
Me: This is exactly the point I make in my thesis. So, who's your favorite graffiti artist?
Shepard: Banksy.
Me: Mine's Swoon.
Shepard: Well, of course, I love Swoon. I've known her since...she is great.
Me: But you're right, Banksy is amazing. Well, thanks for taking the time. See you later.
As always, a fun-filled, walking weekend in New York City.
the first 11 miles were amazing - zigzagging around Brooklyn not leaving a hand un-fived.
running into fans in Williamsburg and my first steps in Manhattan brought me to mile 17 before the pain.
Achilles pains troubled me from miles 17-21 - where at miles 17, 19, and 21 i stopped at the medical tents - who knew that you could get a massage every two miles?
after 21, i picked up the pace and ran through the pain.
these photos are from mile 23.5 where Carly caught me smiling and running backwards even as my lower leg was pounding.
as a number, what does 26.2 mean? i don't know.it meant 5 hours and 20 minutes to me.
next time it will mean 4 hours and 30 minutes.
i ran the NYC marathon as a member of Team Tillman - a group of individuals supporting the Pat Tillman Foundation through raising funds and awareness. we had the opportunity to meet as a team on Saturday before the race and after that meeting take a tour of Ground Zero and Firehouse 10.
in addition to running the marathon this past weekend, i had the opportunity to celebrate Halloween (as an 80's runner with Mandy as Madeliene, Meagan as an aught's runner, and Kara as the Chesire Cat).
and, as always, see some great graffiti. this trip included a stop by a new Os Gemeos mural at Bowery and Houston
and a impromptu interview with Shepard Fairey in Times Square. here is the best recap of that interview:
Me: Shepard, let me introduce you to Lyndsey Anderson. Can we get a photo with you?Shepard: Sure.
Me: (After photos) I did my thesis on graffiti and read a lot about your work and Lyndsey is currently writing her Master's thesis on street art. During my writing, I interviewed a lot of artists and always asked them two questions: 1) Is all graffiti political? and 2) Who is your favorite graffiti artist? So, what are your answers.
Shepard: Sure. Graffiti uses space that is not paid for and the fact that it is taking that space is a political statement. Now, other graffiti has a message...
Me: (interrupting) so the medium is the message. The medium makes it political.
Shepard: Yeah, but it can also have a political message.
Me: This is exactly the point I make in my thesis. So, who's your favorite graffiti artist?
Shepard: Banksy.
Me: Mine's Swoon.
Shepard: Well, of course, I love Swoon. I've known her since...she is great.
Me: But you're right, Banksy is amazing. Well, thanks for taking the time. See you later.
As always, a fun-filled, walking weekend in New York City.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Zach and Jon come to Phoenix
Though I have had many visitors since I first came to Arizona...
Haynes several times (first in February, then back with me in April, then in July, and again at the beginning of August), Mom (she came through with Haynes at the beginning of August), Erin and Camden (they drove out with me in July moving all of my stuff to my new place downtown - Haynes followed in the truck with the stuff the next day), Joe Schafer (boy was that a good surprise - he called me randomly after being here visiting a friend for a few days), and Molly Brunkow (she was technically here for 5 weeks, but the Teach For America Institute she was here for kept her in a bat cave for most of it)...
I have yet to have the opportunity to actually string together the sites and experiences that Phoenix/Tempe and Arizona have to offer.
This chance came when my older brother Zachary and his good friend Jon Hayes decided to take a very extended Labor Day weekend earlier this month. They flew in on Wednesday night, I picked them up from the airport with Carolina's (the best Mexican in south Phoenix) already picked up. A quick stop at the house to eat and drop off the bags and off to my first indoor soccer game in north Phoenix. Zach played with us and we ended up with a 3-3 tie - playing soccer after eating Mexican is not the best idea. And after showering up we stopped in Lost Leaf for a beer.
The next morning, we had Matt's Big Breakfast, and then while I worked, they rode bikes around downtown. Then for lunch it was Cornish Pasty Co. (the best restaurant in Tempe) and
then coffee at Cartel (the best coffee in the world). Then back to work while they explored REI and Tempe. After work, I hopped in the car and off we drove to Flagstaff. We stopped in at Alpine Pizza, had a large and a pitcher, and then on to the Grand Canyon where we pulled up at Mather Point and with an almost full moon, had an eerie sight. We set up camp and went to bed, ready for the long hike ahead.
In the morning, after checking in we parked at the Bright Angel Trailhead and took the bus to the South Kaibab Trailhead. Here we began what would be a 17-mile, 10-hour hike. Only Jon's stories can really describe the steps, the sweat, and the cramps. And only Jon's photos (see Facebook) can show the route from the rim, to the river, and back up to the rim - all in 10 hours.
We took breaks, ate energy bars, crossed the river twice, stopped at the river beach, and finally made it out of the canyon as the sunset was ending (actually, more or less after the sun had set). Our minds and eyes were ready for a big meal and some good beer, but our bodies were saying "sleep." So after snacking on some chips, having a beer, and eating my best-made bean and chicken burritos, we were off to bed.
We woke up the next morning after being rained on, cleaned up best we could, packed up, and headed to the east rim to see some of my favorite view points. From Desert View, to Lipan Point, to Moran Point, and then off and out of the park, passing miles of cars heading into the park. It was Saturday and our original plan was to camp that night at Joshua Tree. With our late start, we wouldn't be making it to Joshua Tree until later than expected, and this became even later as we ran into a rains
torm in the middle of the Mojave Desert (which gets 5 inches of percipitation a year, all of which seemed to be coming down right then). Slowed down by flash floods, we eventually made our way through all of them and into the park where we decided we would get dinner in town and head back to Phoenix. So we took the next two hours to find Skull Rock, jump around from rock pile 
to rock pile, and walk through the Joshua Tree forests. As the sun set, we headed into town to Crossroads Cafe where we had an amazing meal - one of Haynes' hosts from CalArts recommended this place during our first trip through - it was great then and it was great now.
We decided to take the road through the park to cut down to I-10, and on the way through I was pulled over by a park ranger. I was speeding, but he let me go and we kept on toward Phoenix. After stopping for coffee, Zach took over for the last hour and we made it back at 1 a.m.
The next morning, we took it easy, then made our way to LoLo's Chicken and Waffles for lunch. There we ran into Marty Ingram who graduated high school with Zach and Jon. From there we took a tour around Phoenix, Scottsdale, and Tempe, stopping at Four Peaks where we met up with Joel Hufford, then Casey Moore's, and finally back to Phoenix where we got our swimsuits and headed up to the Clarendon where we sat in the hot tub then headed to the roof top to see the sun set over Phoenix. After cleaning up back home, we had our final beer and meal at The Roosevelt.
The next morning I brought Zach and Jon to the airport.
Haynes several times (first in February, then back with me in April, then in July, and again at the beginning of August), Mom (she came through with Haynes at the beginning of August), Erin and Camden (they drove out with me in July moving all of my stuff to my new place downtown - Haynes followed in the truck with the stuff the next day), Joe Schafer (boy was that a good surprise - he called me randomly after being here visiting a friend for a few days), and Molly Brunkow (she was technically here for 5 weeks, but the Teach For America Institute she was here for kept her in a bat cave for most of it)...
I have yet to have the opportunity to actually string together the sites and experiences that Phoenix/Tempe and Arizona have to offer.
This chance came when my older brother Zachary and his good friend Jon Hayes decided to take a very extended Labor Day weekend earlier this month. They flew in on Wednesday night, I picked them up from the airport with Carolina's (the best Mexican in south Phoenix) already picked up. A quick stop at the house to eat and drop off the bags and off to my first indoor soccer game in north Phoenix. Zach played with us and we ended up with a 3-3 tie - playing soccer after eating Mexican is not the best idea. And after showering up we stopped in Lost Leaf for a beer.
The next morning, we had Matt's Big Breakfast, and then while I worked, they rode bikes around downtown. Then for lunch it was Cornish Pasty Co. (the best restaurant in Tempe) and
then coffee at Cartel (the best coffee in the world). Then back to work while they explored REI and Tempe. After work, I hopped in the car and off we drove to Flagstaff. We stopped in at Alpine Pizza, had a large and a pitcher, and then on to the Grand Canyon where we pulled up at Mather Point and with an almost full moon, had an eerie sight. We set up camp and went to bed, ready for the long hike ahead.In the morning, after checking in we parked at the Bright Angel Trailhead and took the bus to the South Kaibab Trailhead. Here we began what would be a 17-mile, 10-hour hike. Only Jon's stories can really describe the steps, the sweat, and the cramps. And only Jon's photos (see Facebook) can show the route from the rim, to the river, and back up to the rim - all in 10 hours.
We took breaks, ate energy bars, crossed the river twice, stopped at the river beach, and finally made it out of the canyon as the sunset was ending (actually, more or less after the sun had set). Our minds and eyes were ready for a big meal and some good beer, but our bodies were saying "sleep." So after snacking on some chips, having a beer, and eating my best-made bean and chicken burritos, we were off to bed.
We woke up the next morning after being rained on, cleaned up best we could, packed up, and headed to the east rim to see some of my favorite view points. From Desert View, to Lipan Point, to Moran Point, and then off and out of the park, passing miles of cars heading into the park. It was Saturday and our original plan was to camp that night at Joshua Tree. With our late start, we wouldn't be making it to Joshua Tree until later than expected, and this became even later as we ran into a rains
torm in the middle of the Mojave Desert (which gets 5 inches of percipitation a year, all of which seemed to be coming down right then). Slowed down by flash floods, we eventually made our way through all of them and into the park where we decided we would get dinner in town and head back to Phoenix. So we took the next two hours to find Skull Rock, jump around from rock pile 
to rock pile, and walk through the Joshua Tree forests. As the sun set, we headed into town to Crossroads Cafe where we had an amazing meal - one of Haynes' hosts from CalArts recommended this place during our first trip through - it was great then and it was great now.We decided to take the road through the park to cut down to I-10, and on the way through I was pulled over by a park ranger. I was speeding, but he let me go and we kept on toward Phoenix. After stopping for coffee, Zach took over for the last hour and we made it back at 1 a.m.
The next morning, we took it easy, then made our way to LoLo's Chicken and Waffles for lunch. There we ran into Marty Ingram who graduated high school with Zach and Jon. From there we took a tour around Phoenix, Scottsdale, and Tempe, stopping at Four Peaks where we met up with Joel Hufford, then Casey Moore's, and finally back to Phoenix where we got our swimsuits and headed up to the Clarendon where we sat in the hot tub then headed to the roof top to see the sun set over Phoenix. After cleaning up back home, we had our final beer and meal at The Roosevelt.
The next morning I brought Zach and Jon to the airport.
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