Day 304: The Revenge of Aphrodite's Revenge

Here's the slick cards we got. Spent the day trying to not completely fall apart and rehydrate. Holy crap.

Day 303: Aphrodite's Revenge

I wish I had some pictures of the actual mayhem but I don't. It was an honest-to-god bacchanal. I am so going to the New Year's Eve party, if this was any indication of how they like to celebrate at Sleep No More.

Day 302: Early Onset

This was not the day I had in mind when I woke up this morning.

Day 301: Halloween Fever

Literally. I find it next to impossible to take sick days at work because the wide network of people I work with across the country have no way of knowing I'm doing so and will, inevitably, call me with a crisis anyway. So after struggling with a fever all day I came home and napped, then tried to dress in my "college douchebag" costume to go a Halloween party nearby, but never made it out the door. But I at least got this crummy photo of my four popped collars. Coolness.

Day 300: Place Setting

I loved this mix of colors and textures.

Off-Topic: How to Identify Banquo in Sleep No More

Looking through the visitor logs for this blog, I see I get a lot of traffic from people looking for information about Banquo. That generally leads you to my essay but that's not really what you're looking for. So here you go, here's this.

Great character, have fun following him!

Day 299: Reasons We Don't

...willingly set foot in Times Square.

But I like the hapless family I managed to get right in the center of the shot without realizing it.

Day 298: Emptied

Computer set-up and running as of midnight. Still neck-deep in work.

Day 297: Yalepulence

Day 296: Simple Gifts

Matt saw this photo for me.

Day 295: Dilapidate

On a post-brunch stroll with my parents, they look up and see this sign and say, there's your photo for today. I guess my love of desolation is well-known.

Day 294: In Motion

Day 293: Out of Shadow

It's called "get the effect you want in post-processing."

Day 292: Exit Below

Day 291: Lions

I see this face so many times each week. On the bottom of the pool it's particularly giggleworthy.

Day 290: Down the Street

Between being down about the computer mess and being way too must, you're about to see one of the least inspirational strings of photos in the whole project. Alas.

Day 289: Conveniently Illuminated

I love it, on a frieze, when the sun has sought out God and illuminated him.

Day 288: Walk in the Park

At long last, I walked the whole length of Central Park playing with the new phone.

Before I moved here I always said I could see myself spending lots of time in Central Park. The reality of the matter has been quite the opposite.

Day 287: Room with a View

Following the destruction of my Late 2009 27" iMac (Quad i7, 8gb, 2tb drive, yeah, it had the works), I went out to a pair of birthday parties... this is the view from a friend's apartment on 6th Avenue. This is what working for a bank will get you.

This is also my first-ever photo with my iPhone 4S.

Day 286: Penned In

Day 285: Ghost Cat

Day 284: Stricken

Back/neck injuries are grand. And isn't my radiator just fabulous?

Day 283: Occlusion

New York is fulfilling her promise. As the final cords from the past are being cut, last vestiges of bad old habits are withering away. Just in time for the winter. It's kind of breathtaking, dizzying in fact.

Day 282: Skywriting

Day 281: Seminary

Day 280: Uninspired

I've posted this shot before, basically. Going home to get caught up on sleep from the past three weeks.

Day 279: Landmark

One of the nice things about paying my rent in-person is that I get to see the Chrysler Building.

Day 278: Anonymous Reporting

Day 277: Re-Remembered

Day 276: Inner Workings

Yes, this is the inside of a musical instrument.

Day 275: Fall Approaches

Day 274: Neue Horizonte

So the Germany adventure was sort of life-altering. I got to have the closure I wished I'd gotten four years ago. I learned that saying goodbye to my academic career by no means meant saying goodbye to all the things I'd grown to love in pursuit of it. I discovered my German is still good enough to impress the locals. I got to enjoy being in a place where a lot of things make basic sense to me. I got to enjoy the fact that for whatever reason, German guys and I have a much easier time flirting than ever occurs to me back home. So I'm back home now, missing all my stuff thanks to airport craziness, but I feel very excited about the remainder of the year. The gloom I felt before departure is dispelled.