Byron
@grumpysociologist.bsky.social
Look, none of this was my idea, but here we are. They said there'd be snacks. Where are the snacks? Dad, photographer, traveler, sociologist, researcher.
"As a Canadian, how do you feel about the midterm results?" youtu.be/3GwjfUFyY6M?...
Kool & The Gang - Celebration
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I still have one more of Tony's motorcycles to sell, and it's a beaut. 1988 BMW K75. What a beast! Next, we have to sell his car and put the funds into the trust for his children.
Yesterday I sold the first of Tony's motorcycles. He bought this one about a year ago. When I met Tony, he had a Honda 750 that he shipped to Europe and then back. I remember the day he sold that bike - he bemoaned that decision for ages. The Goldwing was a present to himself.
Morning in Tony's house. Silence, save for my own clumsy movements. The echoes of the past and the weighty emptiness of the present. I hallucinate my friend's voice - the mind fills gaps it can't deal with. Rest, brother. We'll take it from here.
I'm sitting here at Tony's, sorting through his effects and tagging them for his daughters and family, all the while thinking of my little family, and I can't stop crying. He always wanted a family, and he has a beautiful one. He loved his girls as I love my children. I miss him.
My Daughter is truly a bright light in my life. She's a palliative care nurse. She runs 26K and longer trail races and keeps climbing the rankings. She's my hero. I am endlessly proud of her. She tells me I'm a fantastic father, and she makes me smile.
Yesterday and today there’s the empty feeling of sitting in Tony’s house, expecting to but knowing I’ll never see him again. Yesterday after coffee, I went to the funeral home with his brothers. Met with rest of his family to determine how to liquidate the estate. All in a day’s work, for Tony.
It's Nepali tradition to shave your head save for the crown when family or a close friend dies. I'm not Nepali, but I cut my hair short to honor Tony. No, I haven't slept in days. Maybe I'll sleep when I get back to Canada. Maybe.
I got the call this morning. Tony passed away quietly in the night. It doesn't matter how well you think you've prepared yourself for hearing the news, it still cuts your heart out, but somehow leaves you alive and hurting. Go, beautiful soul. Find your next home.
Well, I slept for 12 hours. It’s almost 5am. It’s raining here in Kathmandu. Time to charge batteries and organize the camera gear. It cost me over $200 in duties and VAT to bring a drone with me. Luckily if I bring the same drone next year there’s no duty or VAT.
Wonder if anything is open in the transit area. I could go for some Kaya toast and a kopi.
Ah, the joy of coffee. Almost time for the flight to Bangkok. Then 2 hours later, onward to Kathmandu.
A few days ago I found out my best friend, my brother in all things save name, has esophageal cancer and was in hospital undergoing tests. We’ve been in contact. He’s too weak to talk much. The oncology team are upbeat. He’s on a feeding tube because the tumor makes it impossible to eat.
It's just 48 hours until I'm back to Nepal. A couple of projects to work on: - More footage for the documentary. - The community health survey in Namsaling. - A new collaboration with the Dhulikhel Hospital for opening a new clinic. It's going to be a busy month, and I couldn't be happier.
Did you know that adding strawberry and peach to a smoothie can make it look like pureed raw chicken? I do now.
Called it! www.reuters.com/world/judge-...
Judge blocks Trump's White House media ban, orders access to be restored
A federal judge ordered US President Donald Trump to restore White House access for journalists from CNN, MS NOW and Politico, saying his ban on the three media outlets was likely unconstitutional.
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Morning All. What fresh hell has been loosed on the world today?
We lost one colleague on 9/11. He was on his very first business trip to NYC to attend a conference on the 106th floor. We remember you, Vladimir.
I kinda wish I'd made better use of my midlife crisis. Can I get a do-over?
Grocery shopping in the U.S. has gotta be like Russian roulette, but poopier.