Reed, Al, Mel, and I went to the 2011 Red Bull Cliff Diving Championship.
They jumped off the Institute of Contemporary Art.
(The professional divers. Not Reed, Al, and/or Mel.)
No, seriously, they jumped off the Institute of Contemporary Art.
I want to do it.
I was inspired.
I went camping.
Danielle and I dressed up as Calvin and Hobbes for Halloween.
I helped people move. So did Nishan, Austin, and Michael.
I've noticed that I'm the only one working in these pictures.
I grew a mustache.
McCall grew one, too, but she shaved for this picture.
I ate sushi. The one on the far left is a caterpillar.
Dema ate earwax.
I hugged a giant teddy bear at Costco.
And I ate a bunch of Chex.
Cinnamon Chex aren't as good as Honey Nut Chex, but they're ok.
So that's that.
I'm currently applying to PhD programs. Twelve of them, to be exact: Harvard, Yale, Chicago, Rutgers, UT-Austin, Washington, UCLA, Stanford, Berkeley, NYU, Cornell, and Columbia. It's a prestigious list (because I have a big head).
I've also made it through two rounds of the Foreign Service hiring process. There's an opening in Brazil. I didn't even have to take the FSOT (the Foreign Service test). A few months ago I filled out an application, which included six essays, and then last Monday I passed the over-the-telephone preliminary language test. We talked politics, which is not my strong suit, but I passed. I'm pretty sure the next step is to go to Washington DC for a face-to-face interview. Guess we'll see.
Anyways, I'm rambling, so this post should end. Maybe I'll take pictures of places I work next (there are currently three of them) for the next one.
Maybe not.
