Category: Work
29 February, 2012 (22:55) | Work | No comments
As befit a skier in March, I have begun sporting a stache of glory. I have also designed an ad campaign and hackjobbed a website for March Moustache Madness. Check out the site for all the posters from this year and last, as well as pictures of previous contestants, winners and fakers.
19 February, 2011 (08:18) | Work | No comments
Every year, at Passover, Jews ask the four questions. It just so happens that it’s really just one question with four variant answers: “Why is this night different from all other nights?” This weekend is Presidents Day weekend. The federal holiday falls on February 21st this year, the 3rd Monday in February as mandated by [...]
30 January, 2011 (07:10) | Work | No comments
I seethe. Rage, anger, hatred, disappointment flow through me as if I were a conduit. My body shakes, my eyes smoldering orbs glaring at the convocation of innocents before me, my knuckles blanched whiter than the snow. In the recesses of my mind, one thing and one thing alone cuts logically through the tempest of emotion: [...]
26 January, 2011 (11:43) | Work | No comments
I feel the twitter of change sending tremors through me, excitement, fear, surprise, and hope all intertwined in a strange dance of emotion. Then it hits me: the sadness and sympathy. I think over her words again: “There’s been a slight layoff,” she had said. “Four of our full time employees have been let go. [...]
23 January, 2011 (21:17) | Work | No comments
A ski class at Eldora. Taken from here. “So how’d they do?” Jake’s mother asks me. I smile. It conveys my pride more than anything I could, but I try to put it into words anyway. “They were fantastic. They were rock stars. We played on the chairlift all day. They worked on skidded turns [...]
18 January, 2011 (12:32) | Work | No comments
“No Fare, No Well” by Tomer Hanuka. “I don’t know why you did that.” “I don’t know why I did it either,” I lied. Later, he would call me a “brown nose.” He wouldn’t be too far off in a fashion. — It’s just a job, I hear people say. But life doesn’t end when [...]
4 January, 2011 (12:09) | Work | 2 comments
A young boy named Ryan Michael cries in the snow. Photo taken from pairadocs’ photostream. She’s sniffling as she clings to me, the blue innocence of her eyes slightly reddened from the tears. “It’s ok,” I whisper, gently bouncing her on my arm. “The kids’ center can be a scary place, huh? Lots of people.” “Uh [...]
29 November, 2010 (17:31) | Work | No comments
An Eldora instructor (I think Taylor) works with a class in the yard. It reeks in the locker room. In a week or two, it will be the stink of sweat, feet and exhaustion. Between boot warmers, the high temperature of the locker room, and the heavy exercise of skiing all day while repeatedly picking up 45 [...]
7 March, 2010 (20:57) | Work | No comments
At work, it’s been declared March Mustache Madness. This means that, due to peer pressure, I have cleared my chin of whiskers. I feel like a tool and probably look like one, but there are worse things. In honor of this event, I went through and developed the following guide to facial hair, since our [...]
3 March, 2010 (11:06) | Work | No comments
Larry of Larry’s Boot Fitting. “Ma’am, if you’re patient, Larry will see you,” Mike said calmly into the phone, the knuckles gripping the handset white with aggravation. “Ma’am, please. Larry has a busy day and will be trying to help every–ma’am, if you’d just–” He held the receiver away from his face, took a breath [...]
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