Steven M Scotten

20 minutes on the treadmill, a simulated 2 miles covered in that time. Not great, but at least I’m getting in there and fighting the downward spiral back to butterball country. I’ve been holding at about 80 kilos for a while now, but that number is deceiving because

The airport shuttle woke me up this morning–not a good thing when you aren’t already all packed. My alarm went off at 6:45 and I don’t remember a thing again until 8:10. Fortunately, I only packed for one day and had lots of room in

I’m in the airport shuttle somewhere in Washington State between SeaTac and Evergreen. I haven’t seen this many rusted out cars in the front yards of trailers since I was in the Carolinas. The shuttle driver has the radio on the country station. (Yes, Hammerhead, I remember. The

OK, in a few minutes I’m off to Rachel’s memorial service. See you all Sunday.

As I was about to get off the the #14 bus today, a couple kids were giving another kid trouble. There was some ruckus and swearing, and I heard one say, “give me your watch, take off your watch!” As the bus stopped the noise turned into physical commotion and

It’s a damn good thing I’m not in Israel. I might do something regrettable. Memorial Service disrupted with tanks and teargas [http://www.guardian.co.uk/israel/Story/0,2763,917178,00.html] (thanks to Erik for passing this link on to me) I know… having more than