Sunday, September 30, 2007

Weekend Warriors

My dad kept warning me about "the real world." The real world doesn't give you a last minute extension. The real world doesn't operate on a semester basis. The real world certainly does not give you summers off.

However, I am glad that the real world still holds one island of respite holy - the weekend. The slacker's sabbath, the deadbeat's détente, the loafer's furlough, the weekend is still mine. From Friday's closing time until Monday's commute the woes and worries of the rat race are left behind and everyone from the sales rep to the sales clerk can be a weekend warrior.

It is on the field of my own personal vacation vocation that I see the berserk nature of weekend warrior's "play hard" mantra in full swing. I play Ultimate (Frisbee) on a coed club team named "Classy." My teammates include lawyers, psychology lab rats, code monkeys, energy consultants, chemical engineers, and physicists. We come together every weekend during the season to practice and play in tournaments, running around and chasing down a 175 gram chunk of plastic.

It is an amazing physical and social outlet. It's an escape, a reprieve, a sabbatical from everything else. It is a much needed dose of good natured absurdity in a world full of vitriolic absurdity. In this post are some great photos taken by my teammates. More photos are available from their online albums of our entire season.

Above: Obligatory glamor/action shots.
Below: Classy teammate Dan "D-Mo" Morris completes a maneuver known as "the greatest." Jumping from in bounds he caught the disc in the air and threw it back into play on the field before touching the ground. Cooly (in the turquoise hat) caught the disc in the end zone. Unfortunately the other team, overwhelmed by D-Mo's awesomeness, cried foul and bitched us out of that point. We wound up beating them anyway.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007


That's right, the team of is heading to New York City. We're bringing our popular Screening Event from our pier on the San Francisco Bay to the Xchange in Manhattan.

The monthly screening events revolve around a theme. Submissions are voted on and the top videos get screened on our huge screen at the event where the audience decides on the best ones. The audience, meanwhile, is boozing and schmoozing.

This month's theme is "love stories." Check out the details here, submit your own videos here, vote on submissions here, and RSVP here. Questions? Let me know.

Monday, September 10, 2007

A number of my friends have taken to referring to me as their "blogger firend," at a loss to better explain what I do. A recent discussion about my official job description led to an examination of the taxonomic differences between a number of egghead related terminology. Am I a "nerd" or a "dork" or a "geek"? I argued strongly for "geek," a term that many in the blogosphere now wear as a badge of honor. "Geek" connotes levels of technical proficiency, advocacy, and dependency. I really like Lifehacker's tagline: "Don't live to geek. Geek to live."

A quick jaunt over to the interwebs yielded a very interesting query result from on "geek."

geek (gēk) n.
1. a peculiar or otherwise dislikable person, esp. one who is perceived to be overly intellectual.
2. a computer expert or enthusiast (a term of pride as self-reference, but often considered offensive when used by outsiders.)
3. a carnival performer who performs sensationally morbid or disgusting acts, as biting off the head of a live chicken.

So, I join the esteemed geek ranks of Alice Cooper and Ozzy Osbourne. Strange company I unwittingly find myself keeping with my self-imposed title. Alas, such is the life of "blogger friend."