October 10, 2007
Skeleton Ed, the reunion tour. ::
music — tagged friends, minneapolis and music
9:36 am
One show only, at the Seventh Street Entry in Minneapolis. Sorry I missed this.
December 20, 2006
Broken ::
personal — tagged broken leg, cycling, family, friends, healing and injury
4:38 pm
Nearly two weeks have passed since I broke my leg while I was out biking. It may sound crazy to you, I know, the idea that I was out on my bike in 40 degree weather, at 8 AM before work. It may sound even crazier to you that I hit black ice and landed directly on my hip, cracking my hip bone and part of my femur. But that’s what I did. And if I told you that I had surgery the same day, and that for the past two weeks I’ve been recovering from a procedure in which an orthopedic surgeon placed an 18-inch rod along my femur in order to set the break, you might become so incredulous that I could sense it from where I sit. But that’s what’s happened.
The accident and the surgery sounds crazy, I know, which is part of the reason I woke up from surgery crying. It’s also the reason I’ve felt so emotionally overwhelmed over the thirteen days. The other reasons for the emotion include the help that friends and family have offered while I get better. I’m actually staying at a friend’s house right now, because she has only one stair and a walk-in shower. I can’t think of a time when I’ve felt more cared for, or more dependent on people. It’s a strange place to be in, a position I’m not altogether comfortable with, but I also realize I need these people around right now, so I’ll just have to accept it.
If you’re concerned about my current physical state, you shouldn’t be. I just had my first post-operation doctor’s appointment today, and they seemed happy with the way the break has stabilized, and they have told me I should start bearing weight on the leg. They told me this in spite of a rather scary-looking X-ray that depicted a splinter of bone that came off the site of the fracture. I shouldn’t worry too much about that, they say, it’s a normal part of the healing process. And the pain is something I should work through at this point. I find much of this hard to believe, especially when I think about waking up at 3 AM, stiff and having to pee, feeling like nothing has changed since the time I woke up from surgery. I’ll just have to take the doctors at their word that I am in fact healing, and move forward.
I’ll try to post X-rays at some point that show the break as well as my new hardware. That will at least support my assertion on the operation. As far as everything else is concerned, you will just have to take my word for it, I suppose.
October 22, 2006
Hitting the big time, Vermont style ::
vermont — tagged farming, friends, old shaw farm and vermont
5:29 pm
It’s nice to see my friends Peter and Mary Ellen get some well-deserved attention from the local media. They do great work and are truly excellent people.
August 30, 2006
SF trip rundown/wrap-up ::
travel — tagged california, friends, narrative, san francisco and travel
10:43 am
So, my weekend trip to San Francisco was bookeneded by two extreme travel experinces (I already noted the return trip, and my trip out included a six hour delay at O’Hare) but the trip out to San Francisco to visit Maureen was really fun. I’m glad I went. As I like to do after long trips, here’s a list of the events worth remembering:
1. Landing in SFO after the six hour delay in O’Hare, and being able to get all the way to Noe Valley on the Bart and the MUNI bus system after being awake for something like 18 hours. Then staying up for another three hours catching up with Maureen and meeting her friend Heidi.
2. Driving down the coast on Route 1, visiting beaches that, although they were at high tide, were still beautiful, with a landscape like nothing I’d ever seen before. (It was my first time seeing the non-urban areas of Northern California).
3. Driving further south on Route 1 to buy organic, locally grown strawberries from a farmstand. I also had hot strawberry cider, which was kind of funky and had some serious pulp in it, but it was sweet and I enjoyed it.
4. Driving, somewhat accidentally, all the way to Santa Cruz before heading back to San Francisco on Route 17 (Google map). I remember when I was a skateboarder kid, Santa Cruz stood in my mind as an idyllic, untouchable land where the weather was always warm and the skateboarding was never hindered by winter. Seeing the city was impressive, if only for the realization that it was a real place, with real people in it. Also, there was a nice health food store that carried tasty vegan cookies. And Route 17, with all its twists and turns, is a really fun road to take, especially at high speeds.
5. Making dinner on Saturday night. It included marinated tofu and rice, and was something Maureen put together herself. That always makes me feel better than going out to a restaurant.
6. Walking from Maureen’s place on Elizabeth to the 24th Street Mission Bart station on Sunday morning. There’s something about San Francisco streets on Sunday morning that makes me feel, I don’t know, at peace. I remember feeling the same way the last time I was in San Francisco.
7. Visiting SFMOMA with Maureen, seeing tons of artwork I was familiar with, and some that I was not so familiar with but still enjoyed. There was an extensive exhibit by Matthew Barney (see his Wikipedia article or his flash-intensive website), who is probably one of the most prolific artists I’ve ever encountered. His work, which utilizes all different forms of media, took up almost an entire floor of the museum and included Bjork as one of the subjects/characters, dealt with, among other things, Japanese culture surrounding its whaling industry. I found the whole experience left me numb, but mostly because there was so much to process. Now, two days later, I’m still thinking about it. What that says about its quality, I’m not sure, but I think the exhibit is worth seeing.
8. Taking the ferry to Sausalito. You get an interesting view of the San Francisco skyline that you can’t get anywhere else. Also, I remember seeing the new Bay Bridge as it was being constructed—the new bridge paralelling the old one, extending out only so far into the bay, then abruptly ending. Also, as we got closer to Sausalito we could see the fog come over the mountains, which reminded me of condensed air cascading from the freezer on hot summer days.
9. Being totally exhausted by the time we got back to Maureen’s place on Sunday afternoon. She took a nap, I read a book. Then I got starving and went out for burritos. Came home and dozed on the couch with a cat purring on my lap.
10. Wrapping my mind around the strange weather in San Francisco. There’s no rain there this time of year, just fog. Also, the temperature is actually colder than it is here in Vermont, with daytime temperatures hovering around 65 degrees or so. And it gets cold at night—cold enough for sweaters and furnaces. This is not the California I learned of when I was a child. But of course, you would get out of the city and have to strip all your layers of thermals off start seriously overheating.
And just to give an update on my baggage: as I suspected, it was on the United flight on which I was confirmed, not on the flights on which I flew standby. So I arrived at the Burlington airport at 10 AM today to find my baggage sitting with the others at the airport’s miniature baggage claim area. Not too bad, I must say.
