A 1640 Hobart Redux

Drinking heavily at a house party at 11th and Park Road NW, who do I hear is the owner of the property but the same Martin Thomas. Shocked at his transfer to the bourgeoisie, I could only stutter something about him changing his stripes and going capitalist.

Then I hear a mighty “Wayan!” and realize that sharing the porch with me is Andrew, another 1640 housemate. We laugh, hug and start trading Russia stories non-stop. As we do, I realize the whole porch has a 1640 connection – a decade of people and parties that passed while I was off in foreign lands and other DC neighbourhoods.

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Getting What You Ask For

While in Lebanon, in between Beer Pong research, I talked with my boss about Geekcorps future and what mix we might need to take it to the next level. I was stressing the need to be selling it to donors and funders 24/7 – we now proved our execution in multiple technologies and areas but few knew, and fewer were funding.

Seems he was listening as he gave me what I wanted, a Geekcorps Director focused on bringing in more, larger programs. Guess who that Director might be? Yep, yours truly – the new Director, Geekcorps Division, International Executive Service Corps. Along with the fancy title and nice raise was a pat on the back, a point in the right direction, and just enough a hint to make it clear: bring home the bacon baby!

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Ode to Deans

Dena fa fina fee fi fo fafina da Dena! This is how I enjoy greeting you Dena. For what now, a decade? I’ve said hi and distorted your name. Do you let anyone else call you Deans? Do you know I even call another friend Sabeans in a take on your nickname? Yeah, Deans you’re one of my longest-lasting friends, from why back – the housing office of UCF, right?

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Skatetown USA

We’re gonna do the limbo, the real limbo rock, and do it the only way it should be done – on roller skates! That’s right, no Rollerblades, no “in line skakes”, not even in sock feet. No, it’s an old-skol skating rink and we’re doing this right, in 1970’s roller skates.

Or I’m trying to do it right, and not break my neck in the process. Back when the idea was put to me, a night of roller skating, I was all excited that I’d get a chance to roller derby again. Backward skate, reverse directions, even limbo, all the fun/cool things I did as a kid in the hallowed Skatetown USA down the street.

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There goes the neighbourhood

Crack! Boom! That sound, its stately old pine trees snapping like twigs in the jaws of a land-clearing (bucket loader) bulldozer. Crunch, rumble, rumble. That’s the sound of the bulldozer pushing years of palmetto and pine growth into one big pile, soon to be taken away to places unknown. The trees, maybe to a lumber yard, the palmettos, the dump I bet.

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