I Poop Diamonds

Click here to download a podcast of an interview with me, done by the editors of a small literary magazine where one of my stories appeared. Enjoy.

I am a mystery to myself

In my imagination, I was still posting to this blog

Posts I thought about writing in the last month, but didn’t:

1) Post about crazy llama farmers in Ohio (e.g., did you know that llamas are communal dung-heap users?)

2) Post about my sensors being buried in the snow, and my numerous expeditions to try to find them

3) Post about my life–some exciting developments recently. I am currently trying to pick a graduate school. But honestly, no one I’ve talked to seems to care about this as much as I do.

4) Post with some cool pictures of me & company wandering around in the snow trying to find the sensors. I took along a metal detector, but in 3 meters of snow, there was no chance. My car got stuck, so we hitched a ride from these guys with 4 foot tires. Then one of their tires fell off. Anyway, I think I’ll post some of these photos at least. They were taken by Luke–thanks Luke!

From top (left to right, then top to bottom): Hiking towards the gully where my sensor is. Drinking from our only water bottle (the other one froze). The sensor is somewhere around this snow canyon… . That’s me trying to locate it with the metal detector. And then, after failing to find it, the trek out waist-deep in snow.