Conference Championship Pictures

Swimming staff pre-400 Free Relay and conference champions celebration, hence the dry eyes of the coaches on the left half of the picture. I thought I would cry a little bit when victory finally arrived, but all I could do was smile, laugh, and yell.

The scoreboard. Beautiful.

Blurry chanting and celebrating.

Our retiring swimmers in a post-conference embrace.

A glance in Kate's direction during the pandemonium.

The pool. Devoid of bodies. Nearly quiet. And trying to calm its surface.

The coaches with most of the hardware from the victorious weekend. (3-14-10 - I realized I had already posted this picture. It's good enough to have up here twice.)

John Wooden + The Onion

A headline from this week’s Onion:

John Wooden, 99, Found Dea—Never Mind, False Alarm

It still has me laughing and I read it ten minutes ago.

Oscar's 'Kanye' Moment

About that interrupted acceptance speech. The NY Times has the scoop. Read here.

Oscar Predictions and Results

I broke my Lenten fast from TV to watch the Oscars last night. Call it cheating, whatever you want, I wanted to see them and I think watching one program in 40 days is still okay.

Anyway, let’s see how I did with my predictions. I started out okay, but then I hit a streak of three bad picks in a row. That’s okay. Those were all guesses.

16 Correct Picks. 8 Incorrect Picks.

Best Picture: The Hurt Locker – I was right. This movie was good, but had I seen all ten of the nominated films, I’m not sure I would have felt it was worthy of a win. Overall, I think the field seemed a little weak this year. I was left with a lot of feelings after watching The Hurt Locker, but not the feeling that I had just seen a movie worthy of Best Picture.

Best Director: Kathryn Bigelow – Right. Not much surprise here I think. Although, in my opinion, the movie she directed wasn’t downright amazing, the work that went into it had to be amazing. I mean, think of all the successful movies about the Iraq War. Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Best Actress: Sandra Bullock – Wrong. I went with Carey Mulligan, the underdog. After seeing how truly young she looked I knew I wasn’t going to get this one right. Bullock must put in a hell of a performance in The Blind Side because I have never thought of her as an actress that could beat out the likes of Helen Mirren and Meryl Streep. Odd.

Best Actor: Jeff Bridges – Right. Easy pick. I don’t think anyone was shocked. His acceptance speech was great, not necessarily the words, but the childlike giggles that came out of him in between sentences and natural pauses in his speech. You could see and hear his genuine happiness. Very cool.

Best Supporting Actress: Mo’Nique – Right. She said something about the Academy awarding the performance and not the politics and how she was very thankful about that. Well, I don’t really know what that means because in my recent memory most of the actors that did the best job were awarded the Oscar. She would probably disagree with this sentiment, but that’s the way I see it. She was awarded an Oscar because she deserved it and for no other reason.

Best Supporting Actor: Christoph Waltz – Right. Easiest pick of the night. I love his English. He sounds so damn proper.

Animated Feature: Up – Right. Also an easy pick. It is hard to dethrone the genius of Pixar.

Original Screenplay: The Hurt Locker – Right. You have to give the award to the writer who finally made an interesting movie about at least one of our current wars. All the rest, unless they were documentaries, have failed miserably.

Adapted Screenplay: Precious – Right. I just went with momentum here because Precious has it. Although, Up in the Air would not have been a bad pick.

Art Direction: Avatar – Right. Any surprise here? It would have been like snubbing Christoph Waltz. Just not going to happen.

Cinematography: Avatar – Right. This was a beautifully shot movie. Lots of long shots with little cutting to make you feel like you were in Pandora. It is hard to turn it down.

Film Editing: The Hurt Locker – Right. This movie, compared to the rest, seemed the most artfully cut with very little wiggle room. Meaning, if it was done just slightly different, it would have been a completely different movie.

Foreign Language Film: El Secreto de Sus Ojos – Wrong. I don’t know anything about these movies. Totally guessed. Totally wrong.

Original Score: Up – Wrong. I picked Avatar, but I did mention Up as a strong contender. I did think Avatar’s soundtrack was impressive. It wasn’t stale and over-the-top like it had a great danger of being. Just right.

Best Original Song: Weary Heart – Right. Jeff Bridges said this song helped make the movie. I went with his feeling.

Costume Design: The Young Victoria – Right. Rule #1: When making a prediction for the award for costume design, go with, when available, the movie made about the monarchy.

Best Documentary: The Cove – Wrong. I didn’t see any of these, but this movie looks depressing, which is often a good sign when you are in search of great documentaries.

Best Short Documentary: Music by Prudence – Wrong. I went with the GM movie. This was the acceptance speech where one of the people involved in the movie totally interrupted the winner’s acceptance speech. A weird moment. He didn’t look happy.

Best Short Film (Animated): Logorama – Wrong. Where does one see these movies is my question?

Best Short Film (Live Action): The New Tenants – Wrong. This was part of my bad streak last night.

Best Makeup: Star Trek – Right. Okay, back on track. Sort of easy to pick this winner.

Best Sound Editing: The Hurt Locker – Right. See what I wrote about the editing.

Best Sound Mixing: The Hurt Locker – Wrong. I went with Transformers. I wonder how often do the two big sound awards go to different movies?

Best Visual Effects: Avatar – Right. Surprise. Surprise.

Oscar Predictions

For what it is worth, I’ll take another shot at predicting those who will be victorious tomorrow at the Academy Awards.

Best Picture: The Hurt Locker

I think this is a much harder year to predict in some categories, best picture being the hardest. I could see the underdog, An Education, winning. Even Inglourious Basterds. But if I had to pick one movie that might usurp The Hurt Locker, it is Avatar. I am just not confident about The Hurt Locker’s chances, even though I feel it has all the momentum going into tomorrow even with considering the revelation that a producer emailed voters to tell them to vote for The Hurt Locker.

Actor in a Leading Role: Jeff Bridges, Crazy Heart

I haven’t seen the movie, but from what I have read and seen on TV about Bridges performance, this is his year. That’s great. I’ve always enjoyed his work.

Actor in a Supporting Role: Christoph Waltz, Inglourious Basterds

This is easily the most predictable category. If Waltz doesn’t win, I don’t know anything and neither do most of the top film critics out there. I had heard that his performance was outstanding, but after watching the movie a couple of weeks ago, I would say that outstanding is an understatement. He dominates every scene he is in. You hang on his every word and are awestruck at his humorous overtures and hand waving and then, once he has tricked you into liking him, he shows his dark side and he does it over and over again throughout the movie. Brilliant.

Actress in a Leading Role: Carey Mulligan, An Education

I haven’t seen the performance, but people are buzzing about it. Out of all the movies that are home to nominated performances, I most want to see An Education. It looks great and I saw the preview tonight when I watched The Damned United. (Great movie by the way!) Anyway, I wouldn’t be surprised by a win for Gibourey Sidibe here, but I think Mo’Nique will take the victory for Precious in the Supporting Role category. I would be surprised if Sandra Bullock won. Then I might actually have to see The Blind Side.

Actress in a Supporting Role: Mo’Nique, Precious

I wonder what her last name is? I haven’t seen the movie, but if I ever come out of obscurity and am famous for some reason I want to have one name. Any ideas?

Animated Feature Film: Up

The thing I remember most about this film is that Kate was crying 11 minutes into it. That’s an accomplishment. It is almost like that first eleven is a movie unto itself. Then you just end up watching the second movie to see what happens to the old man.

Art Direction: Avatar

It has got to start racking up awards sometime, right. Well, I think Avatar is a shoe-in for this one.

Cinematography: Avatar

I don’t think it is going to win best picture or best director, but it has to take home some statues.

Costume Design: The Young Victoria

The only reason I picked this film: because doing costumes for a movie set in 19^th century England seems harder than all the rest.

Directing: Kathryn Bigelow, The Hurt Locker

Bigelow beats out her ex. Does anyone else think James Cameron’s hairdo is awful?

Documentary: Food, Inc.

I haven’t seen this one either, but I’ve essentially read the books. See Michael Pollan.

Documentary Short: The Last Truck: Closing of a GM Plant

I’m totally guessing here. No clue. Probably wrong.

Film Editing: The Hurt Locker

Foreign Language Film: Ajami

Because I like the title. No other reason.

Makeup: Star Trek

Music (Original Score): Avatar

But if another movie wins, I think it will go to Up. Maybe I’ll be wrong on both.

Music (Original Song): “The Weary Kind (Theme from Crazy Heart)” by Ryan Bingham and T Bone Burnett

Short Film (Animated): A Matter of Loaf and Death

Again, because I like the title.

Short Film (Live Action): Kavi

Sound Editing: The Hurt Locker

Sound Mixing: Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen

Visual Effects: Avatar

No other movie deserves this award.

Writing (Adapted Screenplay): Precious: Based on the Novel ‘Push’ by Sapphire

Writing (Original Screenplay): The Hurt Locker

With Regards

I read the words. I don’t read the sentence. I don’t get to the period. My eyes jump to the letterhead and I bore through the paper with my thoughts. I am not looking at the letter. The school’s signature and font merely screen thoughts of other schools from muddling this moment, the moment in which all my imagining of what getting an MFA from this specific school might have looked like—the move there, my commute, the surrounding city, the classes, the hours spent working on assignments, the time at the writer’s desk—is shattered. I don’t know why it is a wine glass, but it is, and it holds all of those hopes and my ambition and it is falling from a not so great height, because it doesn’t take a great height to break a wine glass, and it hits the ground and the thin stem folds under the weight of my future. It splits, breaking into sharp pieces of a dream that scatter along the floor into dark corners where sweeping won’t work.

I feel like there are ten of me. We each have a door in front of us representing a school I applied to. Four of us now are lying on the ground motionless. I should only be 4/10 less hopeful, but I feel 9/10 less hopeful.

The schools that have rejected me are erased from my memory. I grab each vision of a future there and throw it in the trash. I file the rejection letter away. I don’t know why I am keeping it. Maybe I will frame them all in the end, a testament to a magnificent failure. Something I like to think of as being wildly motivational, but really, it is just depressing, what I received in turn for dreaming, “I regret to inform you.”

2010 Horizon League Men's Swimming and Diving Champions

There will be a time to try to put into words the events and emotions of last week, but that is not now. Here are some select pictures from the 2010 Horizon League Swimming and Diving Championship Meet. Men: 1st. Women 2nd. In the above photo, a senior and captain lifts high the 2010 Men's Swimming and Diving Championship Trophy.

The sprinters (a.k.a. the Bonecrushers) and their coach.

Post-meet celebration. Going for a swim with the team. Watch the video here. For the official recap, you can go here.

Taking an extended dip in the pool with Belton.

Me and the 2010 Horizon League Men's Swimming Coach of the Year.

Bringing home some hardware. Belton (equipment manager, record keeper, meet scorer, Bryce's go-to-guy, pretentious punk), Me, Erica, and Kyle.

Midnight. Back at home. We cleared space on a display table in the athletics front office for all the trophies we brought back. Unbelievably great picture.

At Pool's Edge

While I was staring at the pool this morning before my swim class started, I was admiring the simplicity of this hole in the ground. It is a rectangle with varying depths of four to fourteen feet. It isn’t big by any means. It isn’t Olympic-sized. It isn’t ten lanes wide. It isn’t many things, but what it is, is enough to build a season on.

Sixty swimmers dove into this pool in September and they’ve been diving in every day since. This is where they put in the hours. Their sweat washed off by a wave. Their puke sucked down by the gutter. All of them accomplished swims in this hole in the ground that they never thought were possible. That becomes routine after a while. Doing The Impossible, a new class, meets Monday thru Saturday at the pool for two hours. The prerequisites are too long to list. When you complete a season, you will know you have them.

We have many swimmers that have those prerequisites and tomorrow we are taking the best of them to Chicago for the Horizon League Swimming and Diving Championships. For six months we presented them with the impossible in order for them to believe anything is possible this week.

Swimmers, take your mark.

Avatar

Avatar’s greatest achievement is not its innovative use of 3D, the art direction, or the special effects. It is the fact that as I returned home after seeing the movie, which is, in terms of story and plot, nothing more than a hybrid of Pocahontas and Dances With Wolves, I asked my wife if she thought Avatar could win the Oscar for best picture and I was able to do so with a straight face.

Visually, the world that James Cameron and his crew created is stunningly original. You want to be there, you want to domesticate a Banshee and fly around Pandora weaving in and out of floating mountains. But before I go on praising some aspects of the film I need to talk about what I didn’t like.

In the love scenes and the battle scenes I was concerned about the soundtrack detracting from the story, as is the case with many blockbusters. The best example I can think of is Air Force One. Not that there was much to detract from, but that movie has the most over-the-top score of any film I can think of. It is absolutely miserable. I encourage you to watch a few minutes of the movie just so you know what I’m talking about.

Increasingly as time elapsed in the theater, I wanted to see more of Pandora than I wanted to be interrupted by the completely unoriginal story with dialogue that Jar Jar Binks could have written. The lines given to Colonel Miles Quaritch (Stephen Lang) are especially painful. His lines reek of American pomposity and we have heard them a million times before, like this one, “You are not in Kansas anymore” or “Shut your pie hole” or, a favorite conclusion of many Americans, “Diplomacy has failed.” This is code for time to blow shit up.

It is worth mentioning that I am aware of Cameron’s work. Aware of it, but also a fan of some of it. So I knew his writing comes across as mannered when it isn’t delivered by Arnold Schwarzenegger to give it that extra dose of insincerity. And by that point, one is so amused by Arnold’s accent that it doesn’t matter what he’s saying. It just sounds so damn cool because Arnold is saying it. This is to say, I went in with the lowest possible expectations. I knew the dialogue would be bad. I knew the score might be overreaching and obvious. I knew the story had been told a million times. I foresaw myself leaving the theater pissed off and disappointed that I spent any amount of money to see the movie, but near raging because I spent $12.50 to see Avatar in 3D. When these are your expectations, it leaves a lot of wiggle room. And believe me, there was a lot of wiggling.

For me, the world of Pandora, with all its color and biological unity, was good enough to offset that wiggling, like Neytiri and Jake bonding while training in archery or doing whatever the Na’vi do to do it under a tree with drooping, neon-like foliage. As a viewer, besides the aforementioned scenes, I wanted to be in the movie, perhaps permanently. Life on Pandora is pleasingly simple, but with added risk. Yes, you could get thrown from a cliff and die when fighting your Banshee, but that goes with the territory. There are greater risks on Pandora, but there is greater reward, the peaceful environment with symbiotic coexistence, a scenario we can’t replicate here on Earth even between humans.

Like many movies before it, Avatar presents an alternative to the world we live in. Humans arrive on Pandora with high-tech war toys to only make a dollar. We are presented with a the culture of the Na’vi, a deeply spiritual, loving people who respect all forms of life and believe in communicating with Eywa, which is conveniently similar in name to YHWH, for Yahweh the God in the Hebrew Bible.

The movie is a retelling of history; specifically what happened in the western half of the United States. Only the ending in Avatar is different. The corporation that is there to make an extra buck is defeated and turned away and Jake and two others (all human) choose to stay on Pandora. At the end of the film, I understood why Jake decides to be made into one of the Na’vi. It just makes sense. Most of humanity, represented here by the corporation, is greedy and careless when it comes to preserving all forms of life. Avatar makes you ponder the choice between living in the human world or the Na’vi world. It is an accomplishment of the filmmakers that others and I end up choosing the Na’vi over the humans. And, it is an easy choice. To make that an easy choice, is where Avatar displays its strength. There is some measurable depth in this movie and that is more than other blockbusters have and much more than I expected. Couple that depth with the unbeatable beauty of Pandora and Avatar, despite no originality in story, has an outside shot at winning the Oscar. I don’t think it will, nor do I want it to, but to have it in the mix is a feat.

Giving It Up

No, not writing. At least not yet. I decided months ago that I was going to go give up TV for lent. It may seem like a trivial thing, but watching TV is serious business and actions need to be taken because of a feeling I always get when I have watched a lot of TV and it is this: it is the easy thing to do. And, oftentimes, the easy thing to do is the least enriching thing. I never come away from a session on the couch feeling like I have added to my life. Unless it is a great movie, the sum of my life is lessened by the beast in my living room.

I like addition, adding things to my life. TV won't be subtracting from it for at least the next forty days. This decision also aligns well with one of the main points in Donald Miller's book A Million Miles In A Thousand Years, which I finally got around to reading and finishing this week, and that is, do the hard thing. It sounds simpler than it is and it is a rule I don't often live by. I am changing that.

A Nephew

Nathan Michael Hoge. Born February 12, 2010. 9 lbs. 11 oz. 21 inches long.

The Party of No

Brilliant TV. The Daily Show on Hawaiian health care.

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Ghostbusters and the L.A. Library

According to this website, Ghostbusters only used exterior shots of the New York Public Library. The interior shots are from the Los Angeles Central Library. So, no, I wasn't following in the footsteps of Peter, Ray, Egon, or Winston, at least not after I entered the building.

NYC - Day 5

Now, nearly six months after the trip, I have uploaded some pictures from each day Kate and I spent in New York in September.

The last day...

We had to spend some more time in Central Park on our last day. We walked from our hotel and tried to spend more time in the middle of the park visiting the highlighted spots on our maps, one of them being this obelisk, which is called Cleopatra's Needle. We took a picture of the inscription near the base that I am reading in the picture below.

The inscription reads, "This obelisk was erected first at Heliopolis, Egypt in 1600 B.C. It was removed to Alexandria in 12 B.C. by the Romans. Presented by the Khedive of Egypt to the City of New York. It was erected here on February 22, 1881 through the generosity of William H. Vanderbilt."

Standing there at the base of that massive piece of stone, or in a world renowned museum full of artifacts from thousands of years ago, it is easy for me to become anesthetized to the significance and age of these artifacts. But occasionally I read a date on a plaque, like the one at the base of Cleopatra's Needle, and the year makes me pause. 1600 B.C. I don't know about you, but I like visualizing the hands that toiled to make the obelisk. They were likely the hands of slaves and that makes me sad, but then I think of the other hands that touched this work of art. Hands of thieves, soldiers, conquerers, and curators and that makes me sad too and confused about the so-called ownership of art. Maybe someone eons ago died in conflict over this obelisk. Maybe someone prayed at the base of it. And now it is in Central Park, a gift from Egypt to one of the greatest cities in the world. Where will it be 3000 years from now?

Walking back to our hotel we ran into barricades set up for the POTUS. Yes, Obama was cruising through NYC unannounced. We found out later that he and former President Bill Clinton were on their way to a memorial at the Lincoln Center for Walter Cronkite. I actually took a video of the presidential motorcade as it passed. It isn't a very good video, but we figured out later on that we must have seen Clinton and Obama in the back of the limo. Clinton's flash of white hair shone easily through the heavily tinted windows of the limo. My favorite part were the SUVs ahead of and behind the limos with SWAT team members hanging off the side with their automatics at the ready. It was a weird sensation standing at that fence knowing that if I jumped over it and took a step toward the motorcade I would be shot dead without any warning.

You know we had to make another stop at the Shake Shack. There is no beating it and there is no beating a five minute wait. We couldn't believe it.

We will return, Shake Shack.

A friendly scavenger hanging out near the Shake Shack patrons.

We were cramming in a lot of stops this morning before we flew out. Here is Kate at Washington Arch and the nearby fountains, right next to NYU. I love this picture.

The arch. Essentially, a mini version of the Arc de Triomphe, and not nearly as impressive.

The reading room in the New York Public Library. I just wanted to stop ogling the place and sit down and read a book. To me, this room was the most beautiful room I saw on the entire trip. More magnificent than anything in the Met or St. Patrick's Cathedral. It became more attractive once I heard the silence. You can hear it in a room like this.

Our parting shot of the trip.

Same Old Snow

We haven’t really had snow this winter in Milwaukee and today it is supposed to snow 6 to 7 inches with another 7 tomorrow.

I’m always sort of annoyed by big snowstorms on the east coast. I know those storms affect more people, but it is always the end of the world if they get anything more than ten inches. Our snow total over the next two days will likely be 14 inches in some areas of Milwaukee, but I suspect you won’t here a word about it on the nightly news unless they decide to focus on Chicago, which may or may not be getting this storm. The worst though is the story that makes an annual appearance in television broadcasts and newspapers across the country. It is always about a huge snowstorm hitting the mid-Atlantic states. The snowfall total varies, but you’ll have a couple paragraphs about each of the following:

The snow paralyzed the city and made commutes horrible. Sue left for work this morning an hour earlier than normal.

People have been so willing to help out. A man towed Sue’s car out of a ditch this morning. Or Cathy, who already had the day off, devoted it to shoveling snow off neighbor’s sidewalks. Snowstorms always bring out the best in people.

The grocery stores were raided a day ahead of the snowstorm. Now, the trouble is keeping them stalked.

Hundreds of flights have been cancelled. (This is probably the most painful part of the stories for me.) There will be interviews of stranded travelers complaining about how many hours they’ve been waiting, or been on hold. Blah, blah, blah.

I could save an article about this storm and place it next to an article next year about the next big snowstorm and the wording would be the same. The formula will be the same. But it is sort of a catch 22. There is a need to report on these big storms, but there is no need for overly sentimental tie-ins. Just give me a list of closures, the road conditions, and the weather report. Thanks.

Oh, How I Did Miss You Sullivan

I had to take a break from the political blogs for a long time. Again, blame it on my attempt to get into grad school. Anyway, I stopped by the Daily Dish today and it was worth my time to see Sullivan still going off (deservedly so) on Palin:

While I'm at it, does anyone actually believe that Palin's name for the child of miraculous provenance was found by her deep knowledge of ancient Norse as she claims in her magical-realism novel, "Going Rogue"? I mean, seriously. She knows about as much ancient Norse as she does English grammar. It's as credible as the idea that she gave a speech while having contractions, several hours after going into labor, as she claims in her novel. It's as credible as her amazing journey in labor with a special needs child on a plane where the flight attendants, according to theAnchorage Daily News, did not even notice she was pregnant. It's as credible as any number of indisputable self-serving, unbalanced lies that she has told in the public record for years.

Worst Christmas Card Joke

I love reading through Christmas card letters. It is interesting to see how people try to put an original spin on a completely unoriginal tradition of arbitrary updates and pictures. Anyway, we received one this year that had something in it that made my jaw drop. First, a little background information. The person who sent the letter was dealing with an ailment and had to have surgery to fix it. They wrote that this ailment is "a genetic thing inherited by northern Europeans." They followed this with, "Here I thought the Germans were the superior race."

What to take away from this?

Nothing quite says, "Now here is a great opportunity to make a joke about Aryan superiority," like a Christmas card.

59, Still a majority

This blog used to be all about politics. It hasn't been lately. Actually, it hasn't been, period.

But this night, the night of President Obama's first official State of the Union, is a good night for this blog to once again have a political bend.

I am not live-blogging the speech. I am way out of practice for that, but I will be following TPM's live blog and Sullivan's live blog during the speech. I am more excited for this speech than any other SotU speech I've watched before, not just because it is being delivered by the man I voted for, but because of the harsh political landscape. I think no matter how moderate Obama comes off as tonight you are going to hear nothing but criticism from the right. The right says that they'll take Obama seriously if he comes out with a moderate plan and approach to policies, but my feeling, and maybe I am way off, is that Obama would need to turn into a republican right before our eyes in order for anyone on the right to take him seriously. It is amazing how Obama really brings the nut jobs out of the woodwork. I have my theories on why, but that's for a later blog.

Additionally, I just wanted to point out what Jon Stewart pointed out last week and it is this...President Bush never had 59 senators from his party as President Obama does now (even after the loss to Brown in Mass.), and Bush did whatever the hell he wanted to...for eight years. I am sick of the talking heads acting like all is lost. All is not lost.

NYC - Day 4

I am continuing with the picture theme on here. Back in September and October I was sharing pictures from the trip to NYC over labor day weekend. I stopped at the end of our third day. Two more days to go...

Day 4

This artwork is over one of the entrances to 30 Rock. I think it is beautiful and very uniform and industrial looking. However, I am sure it is just there to brainwash me into thinking like a socialist by emphasizing wisdom and knowledge as good traits. I am waiting for Glenn Beck to rip this to pieces on his show. Tell me if he does because I don't watch.

A stained-glass window in St. Patricks Cathedral. It is so hard to get good shots without a tripod in massive dark cathedrals, but it is worth attempting.

Inside St. Patricks Cathedral.

We couldn't get enough of Central Park. I love the idea of this massive park surrounded by a city that never sleeps.

Towers near Columbus Circle on our walk to the Upper West Side for lunch. On the way, we saw a movie being shot outside the Plaza. We weren't allowed to get close, but I had a hunch it might have been the sequel to Wall Street. Why did I have that hunch? Just because I read something about them starting to shoot that movie the week we were there. No other reason.

The Guggenheim...we didn't pay to go in, just walked into the lobby took some pictures and walked out. It looked like a lot of people were doing the same thing. There are hot dog stands right outside the museum. Some people don't like that. Some people don't care.

This is in the modern art wing in the Met. I am facing a large circular mirror comprised of mini hexagonal mirrors.

Taking in some art....some modern art. Very simple. But I liked it.

Going out to dinner on our last night in NYC. The meal was great, just a little overpriced. I suppose we did pay extra for the location because it is in Rockefeller Plaza.

We went to Serendipity 3 for dessert. We weren't even hungry and I was served the biggest single serving dessert I have ever seen. I ate about a fifth of that. It was good. Kate got the apple pie. It wasn't great.

Kate outside the famous Serendipity 3.

Tonight on TV

I rarely endorse watching television, but this is the last week of The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien and so far it has been one of the funniest weeks of its agonizingly long run of .6 years.

His last show is tonight and if it is anything like the previous four nights he is going to have hilarious guests and a ton of jokes about how NBC got rid of the funniest man on any major network.

The man is restricted from being back on TV until September 1 so you might as well get your Conan dose while you can.

Deep Freeze Pictures

Actually, it is pretty warm in Milwaukee right now, at least for January. The highs are in the mid to upper-30s. There was a heavy frost over Saturday night and Kate and I ventured out to try to get some good shots. Here are some of them.

Florida Pictures

This is the beach the team spent a lot of time on. It is typically calm with little wind and waves as you can see. However, we had a lot of cold weather and storms blow through over the 11 days we were there. These waters weren't always this calm. In this picture you can see a buoy out in the water. Myself and a couple others swam to the buoy everyday, even last Sunday when the air temperature was 37 degrees. That was probably one of the crazier things I've done in a while.

These are our divers (some of them). They are really athletic and can do sweet things that all of us swimmers can't, like bust out backflips and actually land on their feet. It made for a good picture.

Sunrise as seen from my hotel room balcony.

Some of us spent some time "yacht shopping" in downtown Fort Lauderdale. We put in a couple offers but they were soundly rejected.

One of the more impressive yachts we wanted to buy.

A modest sail boat. You know, over 100 feet long, but less than 200 feet long and the mast looks only to be reaching the clouds and not piercing them. Obviously the owner of this boat is not very wealthy.

Swimmers digging a hole. Last year's hole-digging effort was much more impressive.

Our esteemed athletic trainer and volunteer assistant coach.

Kyle, Belton, and Bryce, a.k.a. The Three Amigos, or Beavis and Butthead +1.

Florida was great. The weather put a damper on some days, but for the most part I didn't let it affect me too much. We had a couple really nice days on the beach. The swimmers got in a good amount of pool time, weights, and dryland workouts. Now it is a sprint to the finish with three more dual meets and a conference championship in Chicago in the next six weeks.

Detox in Florida

I sent the last of ten MFA applications out on Monday. I flew with the swim team to Fort Lauderdale on Wednesday. We are here until the 16th. The trip is a great form of grad school application detox and I am spoiled to have it.

I hope to be a consistent blogger again in the months to come. I've really missed it and I never thought weeks would pass when I wouldn't even think about what I will write on my blog next, but that happened. And you know, I feel good about that because just applying to these ten programs was the hardest thing I've done since being in Milwaukee. That seems hard to believe, but it couldn't be truer.