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Photo of the Day #2569

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Photo of the Day #2569

I haven’t seen Faye in more than a year. The last time we talked, I think, was on the drive back from a game night at Clara’s, when Faye told me about the Master’s program she was about to embark on. She’s finished with that now, looking for a place to start working, and today she collected some friends together for a pasta-salad birthday picnic.

Tristan showed us how to crack a whip, demonstrating with a blue nylon one he’d made himself as a Christmas gift for Faye. He wore safety goggles when he used it, and when the tip shattered the sound barrier it reverberated across the neighborhood like a gunshot.

I climbed some trees and boulders, saw some friends and soaked in some conversation – a good afternoon. Let’s hope it’s less than a year before the next party like this.

I want so badly to believe

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October 5, 2015 at 12:01 am

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Smash of the Day #2252

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Smash of the Day #2252

Just this one skewed snapshot today, because today was Smash Day. These fine folks came by to celebrate with a proper marathon of the new game; a few of Jacob’s friends joined in as well, and we had a good crowd through the evening.

Smash Bros is, somewhat inexplicably, a game that I could play almost forever, and a new installment in the series is a rare occasion that actually brings out other people who’d like to play. It’s been a good evening – and I should do something else with the rest of the weekend, to keep myself human.

try, try again

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November 22, 2014 at 3:06 am

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Hours of the Day #1959

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Waking of the Hour #1 (9am)

Hour 1

Good morning! Hourly comid day has come again, and I am free today to capture a moment each hour.

I’m writing this under the blankets, still, but today will be a good day.

choo choo choo-doo

Snooze of the Hour #2 (10am)

Hour 2

Wrapped up in bed, soft and warm, it can be hard to find motivation to step out into the cold. It seems like a lot of life is just trying to reach a point where you can curl up with someone and be happy and calm – why break that feeling when you finally get there?

But there are friends to see and delicious things to eat, so waking is worth it – after a long snooze in bed.

katamari damacy

Breakfast of the Hour #3 (11am)

Hour 3

More friends are coming than expected, so our official breakfast was deferred until later. Until then, we have toast followed by ice cream and chocolate Joe-Joe’s.

(I’ve always liked ice cream but Laurel has perhaps encouraged me to enjoy it more)

And the Internet is here to supplement any meal – autotuned rants or adorable animals, take your pick.

millions and millions of specks

Comics of the Hour #4 (12pm)

Hour 4

Mitch, Kendra and Hannah have joined us! Mitch and Kendra will be comicking our day as well. While they caught up on the morning, Laurel and I rolled up innocent bystanders to transmute them into stars.

The next few hours will be recorded from several different perspectives – it’ll be interesting to see how different the same events might be to each of us.

Hannah’s busy with an essay of sorts, so no comics from her today. She’d do brilliant work as well, to be sure.

angel flavor’s present

Outing of the Hour #5 (1pm)

Hour 5

A quick trek out for snacks and drinks, and back for a proper meal.

Kendra can reach the ceiling here with ease; Laurel used her Nerds Rope stick to do the same, though she recently grew a half inch taller.

We’re all especially conscious of time passing because of these hourly pieces – it makes it feel like the day is passing faster, though we’ll have more to remember from it.

Time to make spaghetti for everyone!

white gold’s properties

Shot of the Hour #6 (2pm)

Hour 6

Tensions grew hot while the pasta boiled, and soon Kendra and Mitch were locked in combat. Kendra was the decided winner, as you can see, but MItch’s injuries weren’t fatal. With food in our bellies, we’ve returned to a civilized society.

nintendo land

View of the Hour #7 (3pm)

Hour 7

While Pearce sets up the slackline and Kendra masterfully collects four-leaf clovers, Mitch climbs into the higher reaches of our anchor tree to get a view of Ohlone.

The air here is chilling my hands, but Laurel’s are still warm.

still the plaza

Spring of the Hour #8 (4pm)

Hour 8

Kendra took to the slackline quite naturally, and Mitch continued his own training with it; Pearce echoed Mitch’s climb into the anchor tree; Laurel built a tiny hut out of sticks and bark; Hannah read Jack Kerouac and, at end, Mitch caught a koosh in his mouth.

poppa zit’s pizza

Catchup of the Hour #9 (5pm)

Hour 9

Mitch and Kendra left behind their notebooks while we went out, so they’re catching up on the last couple hours. Things we winding down here a little, perhaps, but the day’s not over by far.

aboard the drake

Face of the Hour #10 (6pm)

Hour 10

Here Pearce demonstrates his face of fury, powered by frozen mango, as we take down a patchwork Ganon in Nintendo. Frozen fruit has been a staple of Pearce’s strength for a long time – blueberries in particular – and he shared some with each of us as we sat here crowded in the living room.

radioactive, radioactive

Marksman of the Hour #11 (7pm)

Hour 11

Mitch asked us to name elements on our periodic table, then tested his marksmanship by pinning each one with a Nerf dart. Tungsten (wolfram), rutherfordium, iodine – no element is safe from Mitch’s shot.

And so our party departs! Time to shift gears.

don’t worry, do your best

Cast of the Hour #12 (8pm)

Hour 12

Cast change! Here are some old Berkeley friends, and their friends in turn.

mario chase

Shift of the Hour #13 (9pm)

Hour 13

And another change in cast, as we shift from video to board game. Teaching people to play games can be so frenetic sometimes – but it’s nice to see all these people again.

clashing rules

School of the Hour #14 (10pm)

Hour 14

We’re quickly driving these fish to extinction as we build our empires. If there’s anything we can learn from Seven Wonders, it’s that developing a nation can have drastic effects on natural resources.


Dash of the Hour #15 (11pm)

Hour 15

On to Faye’s German game Ligratto, a speedy sort of deal that plays just like Nerts, which was always a favorite of Anna’s.

Tristan and Faye seem made for each other in a sense – at our group picnics they were always the ones doing spectacular things, ridingn unicycles and juggling. It’s nice to see them together.

bananagram click

Telephone of the Hour #16 (12am)

Hour 16

This last hour we practiced the art of miscommunication in Broken Picture Telephone. Myles made the story more philosophical; I’m rather proud of my ghost walrus doodles.

I’m getting a floaty sort of weariness, so I better head home.

the humans are dead

Ride of the Hour #17 (1am)

Hour 17

The ride up to Rosie’s is a hard trek (though easier than it used to be), but downhill is such fun – the street is smooth and curves gently, and it feels like flowing down a gentle river or gliding in a dream. The lampposts here have a more classical design, and on nights when the fog is heavy everything has a lovely ambience to it.


Hours of the Hour #18 (2am)

Hour 18

I carried this notebook with me as I went about my day, scrawling each hour’s narrative whenever I didn’t have a keyboard handy. Some of the ink is smeared and hurried, and all these mistakes are soaked into the paper permanently. This last hour was for transcribing and preparing this post, and now the whole day is just about set.

The hope with hourly comic day is to capture a snapshot of your life, but today has been particularly busy – so many people appearing throughout the hours. In the other room several of Brittany’s friends are staying for the evening, but I didn’t ask to include them in this last hour – they’ve probably had busy days as well.

Today felt very different from my last hourly day two years ago, though both were lovely in different sorts of ways. Pearce is the only recurring role between the two; I wonder who will still be here next year.

the darkness of your heart

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February 2, 2014 at 2:59 am

Colonies of the Day #1582

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Colonies of the Day #1582

Alina’s game night was very successful, pulling together so many people we had to split into several different games for the evening. Above is the game of Dominion, below the Settlers of Catan; both represent the gradual development of a kingdom, and they go about this by very different means.

Seraphina, on the right, is someone I shared a desk group with in high school math, and I haven’t really spoken to her since then. Strange how people weave in and out of our life, tied to other friends through previously unseen connections.

These are all games I played with high school friends a few years ago – Ben, Leo, Anton, Jacob – and playing them again I wanted to shout out inside jokes (“pizza party!”) that no one else would understand.

So many people tonight – far too many to get to know anyone very well. But they’re good people and it was a fun night, and this was a weekend well spent. Lots more work to get to, now.

dumb I sound

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January 21, 2013 at 2:40 am

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Frame of the Day #1565

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Frame of the Day #1565

Everyone I saw tonight is someone I see too rarely, so I make these awkward efforts to capture everyone in the frame – I hate to leave anyone behind. Even here some didn’t make it in: Emily was off to the side, buried in another book, and Faye didn’t arrive until after others had left. Our lives don’t all quite overlap, and they can get achingly close without actually intersecting.

So we take this rare night to trade stories, argue about books, eat too many sweets, read together and play games, and then many of us scatter to return only months later. Little needle-thin points of light in a black sky.

The same star will appear a part of several different constellations depending on your vantage point, won’t it?

sometimes, I still need you

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January 4, 2013 at 3:05 am

Transfusion of the Day #1408

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While I had the camera on him, Myles scratched his nose, then asked if I’d captured him in that awkward stance. I hadn’t – I was waiting for a good shot – but when he repeated the motion, exaggerated for effect, it brought smiles to both Emily and Tristan’s faces. It was almost as if Myles had given up all photogenic capacity so that his friends could have more.

I am very tired tonight, and my eyes are nearly stuck shut like a cat’s.

Alina sat beside me as I took this photo, and I’m sorry I couldn’t include her in it. Today was the first time I’d seen her in many months; it’s good to have her back, and to see this little group regaining some of its strength.

why should I even think of telling you what there is

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July 31, 2012 at 1:04 am

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Flame of the Day #1196

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Tristan brought the juggling torches he made himself to Rosie’s New Year’s party, and for a few minutes we went outside to marvel at his pyromancy. He’s good at most everything he works at, it seems.

I find it really difficult to connect with people when they’re drinking, but it was nice to see people today.

I don’t know what’s going to happen this year.

I wish I lived in the golden age

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January 1, 2012 at 4:58 am

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