|Bread Loaf Xian|
|Peace? Or the number of brain cells remaining?|
|The view along Rt. 7|
Specifically, I'm in a coffee shop, Uncommon Grounds, sitting with fellow Front Desk Maven, Gene, whose name means Noble Birth in some language, probably Swahili. Gene is living up to his name by graciously agreeing to drive me to the airport.
"Why?" you ask. Because I'm heading back to NYC--Queens to be exact--to attend a close friend's wedding. This particular friend--known as Jimi Worm--is the first male friend of my inner circle to get married. My father's generation had several words for this occasion:
|Jimi has just been told what the terms of marriage are.|
So I thought for today, since I'm heading back to the city, I'd share some pictures from another excursion, a hike to Silver Lake, a few miles from Bread Loaf. The trip was led by the newly appointed "Excursion Coordinator," our very own MacNair. MacNair was quite worried before the hike that no one would show up. To cheer her up, Fellow Maven Gene and I decided to name our bocce ball team after her. Our name: "The MacNe'er-Do-Wells."
|Our leader was so ecstatic about the large turnout that she tried to fly to Silver lake.|
|Three people, most likely meth dealers, appreciating nature.|
|Some Grade A nature.|
|Victoria and fellow Loafer, Charlie. Victoria is trying to calm me down. I probably saw something terrifying like a chipmunk. I'm very scared of "Nature."|
In fact, this is how I feel on the inside whenever I'm out walking in "nature."
|My group was one of the last to make it to the mythical Silver Lake. When we did we discovered something truly remarkable: a Nerd Cult gathered for a Nerd Baptism. This has never been documented before today.|
In the years before the Ritual Nerd Baptism (RNB) this Bread Loafer was a degenerate known for one thing and one thing only: reading the USA Today. For the articles.
|Charlie, emerging the water, no longer a fan of Led Zepplin or the NFL, instead preferring Keats and Shelley.|
|Chantel, English Lit teacher from Haiti. Nerdery on a Global Scale.|
|Getting ready to join the Cult for the Ritual Dunking.|
|You can't see from the picture but this what my chest looked like before I entered the water.|
|And this is what I looked like afterwards.|
|Victoria: a pose with bows.|
|The Ritual Baptism is over, so now the English Nerds are frantically trying to compose nature poetry about what they "experienced."|
|The high stakes pressure to compose immediate post-swim poetry induced vomiting in some of our Nerd Pack. I can assure you, however, that is was literary vomit.|
Dammit, Spock! The Nerds are escaping! The Nerds are escaping!
|Where did we hide the body?|
|Back at the Inn, Edward Brown sits, mouth agape, as we regale him with tales of Silver Lake. Why is he so shocked? "I can't believe someone as idiotic as you somehow managed to not drown."|
Christian Patrick Clarke
Front Desk Novitiate, 2012
Hic et Ubique