the great eagle spirit

turns out the great eagle spirit was actually a fugitive trucker by the name of rich crenshaw...

today phil and i are meeting nick and jess for dinner while they pass through iowa city. they just quit their jobs in chicago and loaded all their shit into a uhaul to take to colorado to put into storage. From there they'll be flying down to ecuador on wednesday to start a two and a half month backpacking trip around south america. i'm incredibly excited for (read: jealous of) them. actually, i'm really proud of them. they've done a great job of staying cool/fun/adventurous post-marriage.

it's kind of ironic that i started a blog before embarking on an exciting 6-month trip backpacking through central america, but then failed to actually write anything in it until i was done with the trip and back to a boring life as a grad student in iowa. i really wish i could get myself to write more, especially during the times i really want to remember. hopefully most of those aren't already gone.

i'm doing a horrible job of starting my human rights paper today. writing papers can get really annoying. i think i spend more time trying to think of new synonyms for furthermore, additionally, and moreover than i do saying anything meaningful.

the counting crows concert on tuesday was fantastic. the setlist was nowhere near what i would have chosen but it didn't really matter because they are just so damn good live. It was one of the first times this spring that we had really nice weather, so we had a mini tailgate at my place beforehand complete with grilling, beer, bags, and of course counting crows. it was a pretty good night for a tuesday.