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Trails at Mount Spokane State Park

Cheated a bit with multiple exposures and Photomatix for HDR goodness, but hey, what can you do.


Just over 26 months ago, I blindly moved to Spokane for a summer. I knew nobody in the area, I knew nothing about the place, and all I knew was I'd secured an internship and a small studio apartment for three months.

On my connecting flight from Phoenix, I sat next to a girl whose father lived in Northern Idaho and whose mother lived somewhere in Texas. She asked me whether I was from the area or not, and I told her that no, I was just moving in and playing it by ear and I really wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into.

I only remember bits and pieces and I don’t remember exactly what she said except for how it was a “different sort of city” (and I’ve since heard this from others, too) and that it’s a beautiful part of the country and that I’d probably like it and it’s hard to leave once you’re used to the place.

I’ve been back every summer since. (Which is to say, two.)

And just over a week ago, I became the newest full-time member of the Spokesman-Review newsroom.

So, I guess I liked it.

Just the thought of permanence — anywhere, in anything, so soon after college — is dizzying to me… But hell, this was one of those opportunities that I couldn’t pass up:

I get to work on a pretty badass news site, dabble in iPhone/iPad development, I have decent creative control over what I work on, and hey — I have a real job right out of school. That’s as good as it gets, if you ask me.

(But check back once I get myself into one of these infamous Spokane winters. It’s La Niña this year, apparently — I’ve been warned.)

Excited and scared don’t begin to describe it. That this is for real now crosses my mind every so often. And — just like the start — I feel like I’m flying blind again; but this time, into the whole real world thing.

It’s going to be great.


Random scenes from the massive amount of driving I did in June. Nearly 4,000 miles that took me from New York City and the Jersey Shore to as far west as Central Washington.

Somewhere on the Jersey Shore Loveland Pass, Colorado Welcome to Utah San Rafael Swell, Utah San Rafael Swell, Utah Rural Utah Driving through the Bonneville Salt Flats, Utah Bonneville Salt Flats, Utah Perrine Bridge, Twin Falls, Idaho

Parents in Ontario claim that Wi-FI is making their kids sick:

“These kids are getting sick at school but not at home,” [Rodney Palmer of the Simcoe County Safe School Committee] said.

“I’m not saying it’s because of the Wi-Fi because we don’t know yet, but I’ve pretty much eliminated every other possible source.”


“They are culpable and … they have the gall to go on the record and say they haven’t had any doctor’s notes. Well what doctor has been schooled about the rate of microwave infections?”

And what parent has? Whichever kid got their parents to buy this is my hero.

The New Who Thing

Those are relatively minor quibbles though. My biggest complaint, by far, has bothered me for some time but has taken me only until recently to put my finger on. Tumblr discourages identity. Or, to be more specific, it promotes shallow identity. Moreso than other blogging systems like WordPress or ExpressionEngine, Tumblr blogs frequently offer only scant few details about their authors. I can’t recall how many Tumblr sites I’ve visited where it wasn’t clear who was behind the posts, what their background was, or what their intent was. Many of these sites are artful, well designed and are actually quite engaging, but I guess I’m old fashioned in that I like to know who’s behind them.