Archive for December, 2009
8 Weeks of Pain: Ain’t Getting any Easier
It’s not getting any easier.
I’ve added muscle, can recover more quickly, and don’t get winded as easily, but my workouts at Chris’ gym seem to be just as difficult as they were when we started. It’s almost hard to understand.
Let me explain. I’m used to working out by myself, at my comfy...
December 15th, 2009 | 8 Weeks of Pain | Read More
Toilet Tipping
You’re out partying somewhere in the QC, and the inevitable occurs – it’s time to break the seal. Making your way through the crowd, you enter the bathroom and hope the line goes quickly so you can get back to your night. You finish your business, come out to wash your hands, and before you can...
December 2nd, 2009 | December 2009 | Read More
Water a Cocktail from the Tap
A cracked and faded life preserver, seasoned more from the hot sun than from actual use, had been looking on with us as brown bubbles churned random patterns in the pool’s surface – its maritime feel at odds with its perch above the giant, brewing vat of wastewater. “Ever have to use that,” I...
December 2nd, 2009 | December 2009 | Read More
8 Weeks of Pain: Culture Shock
I have a confession to make. I’ve missed a couple sessions with Chris Frye. I know, it’s bad.
The missed workouts were for good reasons, or at least, good enough. One was because we were going to the Clemson football game in Death Valley, and the other because I had this magazine to get out the door....
December 2nd, 2009 | 8 Weeks of Pain | Read More
Conversation – Michael Gallis
Michael Gallis’ work studying urban networks has changed the way cities and transportation systems have been built nationwide. But today as he works quietly at a long red table among his books stacked around ornate pieces of his African and Chinese art collection, he looks more like a philosopher,...
December 2nd, 2009 | December 2009 | Read More
Catch the Water Buffalo
I’m teaching Ben how to drive in his spotless car. Dust-free plastic flowers hang from the rear-view mirror. Catholic Social Services in Charlotte gave Ben the 15-year-old Volvo, so he could drive the other men in his family around. Only 23, he must guide his older nephew as well as the younger.
Ben...
December 2nd, 2009 | December 2009 | Read More
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