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I have not been home in a long time. Changing that tomorrow. Just in time, as New York decided to get cold.
Also been watching this:
Makes me want to work there.
One day.
Ok, so I don’t have the numbers in front of me, but I’m pretty sure the Yankees’ record when I’m in attendance is roughly .200
I’ve been a New Yorker for over a year, and my reluctant adoption of the Bronx Bombers as my hometown team has been tumultuous. I’ve been to nearly 20 games and I can count on one hand the victories I’ve seen. Which is pretty impressive for a team that just won it’s division.
BUT TONIGHT… Any and all demons were exercised:
The last game of the regular season.
Against THE Boston Red Sox.
The division title in the balance.
14-2 Yankees.
Ichiro almost hit a hr. Ichiro.
My Voodoo is gone and just in time for the playoffs. Which, in my opinion, is the only time Major League Baseball is relevant. But for such a small window of urgency and importance, America’s past time always delivers.
The intensity and pressure of the 9th inning is powerful enough to make me think about switching from the NFL during commercial.
Sometimes anyway.
Go Yanks!
2012: I need a nap.
Ok, let’s revive this blog.
I’ll start by playing catchup. Here’s been 2012 so far:
January - I wrote my first spec script. I Created Rejected by the Editor after being rejected by an editor.
February - I turned six years old thanks to leap year, which included sharing cookie cake with Nick Kocher, so… a pretty interesting birthday. Fun’s Some Nights came out. That changed my life a little. I travelled with my parents to Peru including Cusco, Lima, and Machu Pichu.
March: I went through the end of a five year relationship. Subsequently, I went on tour with two of my best friends. Houston, Texas. Shreveport, Louisiana. Memphis, Tennessee. Birmingham, Alabama. Kennesaw, Georgia. Riggins starred in his first music video.
April: I finally checked out the Tribeca Film Festival with Kenny Condon. Aside from that, I think I just really got into using Spotify. Win.
May: I got accepted to Columbia University’s School of the Arts and enrolled in a Summer Intensive for Television writing where I developed my second spec script.
June: I started a new relationship with this girl: 
I went to Miami and actually got to see my favorite basketball team win the NBA Championship live. I’ve done some really cool things in my 24 years of life, but being there at that moment… it was undoubtedly one of the greatest experiences of my life. The pressure that was lifted off Lebron James… you could just feel the weight of it, the relief that inundated him and the crowd. He has to be one of the most scrutinized public figures in not just sports, but human history. He entered the NBA with social media’s birth. His critics and his fans had the ability to say the most personal and hurtful things to him in a way that was never accessible for anyone before him. You couldn’t help but smile for Lebron that night.
I began an epic road trip with my best friend Sean Dooley. We started by flying to Seattle, Washington. We then drove to Portland, Oregon in this: 
July: I continued the road trip into Bandon, Oregon where we played over 100 holes of incredible golf. We travelled onwards to Yosemite National Park, San Francisco, Oakland, Monterey, Los Angeles, San Diego, Las Vegas, Grand Canyon, and finally Phoenix.
After the road trip, my parents and I travelled to Nairobi and Masai Mara, Kenya. We also spent a day watching the great migration in the Serengeti, Tanzania.
August - I travelled to Chicago, Illinois for Lollapalooza. It was an incredible weekend of music with Sean Dooley and Eric Malone. Also, we ate incredible pizza. This was the summer I decided deep dish pizza was my favorite.
And then, on the last night of Lollapalooza, Sean’s knee made some nasty contact with Trump Hotel.
September - My parents and I grabbed our passports again and headed to Beijing and Shanghai, China.
October - TBD.
Yosemite
Oww.
We walked 63 holes of golf yesterday. Sore.
Obviously too tired to even open up my laptop and update.
Currently sitting at the airport waiting on a delayed San Francisco flight, then driving 4 hours to Yosemite. Pictures to come.
Charley
Bandon.
The coastal highway is kind of amazing. Today was the first day of the road trip that really felt like a road trip. I’m crazy tired, but safely at the Bandon Dunes Golf Resort. Is my life real?
I truly think I might be in the greatest one month stretch of my life. Seriously. This has potentially been the best month of my 24 years on earth.
Pretty exciting stuff.
Here’s a picture from the road. More to come tomorrow.
Onwards to Bandon.
Apparently yesterday did not afford the time needed for a posting of any size. Two posts today to reconcile that.
Hopefully.
Yesterday we had a monster breakfast cooked for us by Sean’s connections. Great hospitality. We played golf, or something that resembled golf at Pumpkin Ridge. It was rough. But the course was beautiful and hopefully we’ve gotten rid of all our awful shots in time for Bandon Dunes.
After Golf we met up with Sean’s brother J.P. and had a nice Mexican dinner in downtown Portland. There was also a lot of Portland Beer involved. Oregon has a lot of beer. I imagine there’s some epic brewery tour to be done.
Things are slightly blurry after the Mexican. There was definitely some ping pong involved.
Well, that was yesterday. Today we head to Bandon, hopefully I’ll be snapping some great shots of the coast on the drive down.
The trip continues.
Portland.
And we’re officially in Portland. We went to bed in Seattle at 1am, woke up at 4am and drove the 5 hours to play some serious morning golf at Pumpkin Ridge. I’m tired. So tired that I am actually beaming with pride that I’m writing this. After golf I crashed a party for a friend of a friend who just got his masters degree. I didn’t know anyone, but there was free fat tire and rice krispies.
Success.
We are now headed to downtown Portland. YOLO. Right? That’s the thing to say now?
Onwards.
Downtown
Today is our last in Seattle. In the name of freedom and autonomy we are waking up at 4 am tomorrow to make our way to Portland. We’re also going out tonight. Downtown.
There are no regrets on road trips.
Fingers Crossed.
Here’s a photo from Lake Union. You can just see the Space Needle on the right:
Maybe more to come from tonight? Maybe.
Summer.
Almost a decade ago, the idea of a classic American road trip originated in the collective consciousness of my friends and I. Kerouac wasn’t to blame, rather Donald Miller’s Through Painted Deserts. A Van and the Grand Canyon, that was the premise. After college degrees and locating to new cities, the “bromantic” dream of a group had dissipated. Friends became married, either to their loves or their careers. Schedules always conflicted and hope was diminishing. Only two believers held on to their dream of a Van and the Grand Canyon.
That dream has begun.*
In hopes of providing nostalgia to a future version of myself, I will be writing every day of said road trip. Maybe only a one-liner. Maybe something Sorkin-esque that won’t know when it’s become a run-on, too much, too busy, un-interesting, and unpleasant even for a future version of the author to appreciate, understand, or even enjoy in an aforementioned nostalgic way.
Sorry future Charley, apparently I currently think I’m funny.
For the first day, let’s introduce the van:
Ok so. Enterprise gave Sean and I a free upgrade. We’re not complaining.
Bottom Line: We are in Seattle. We have to get to Phoenix by July 14.
Be back soon.
*Written in Italics to evoke emotion.
Hello Education, I’ve missed you.
I’ve made a return to iTunes U.
I should’ve never left.
It’s insane to see iPhone App Development destroying the top charts.
But that’s not what I’m there for. I’m coming back to writing, and I’m taking it seriously this time. I think.
I mean.
I AM TAKING IT SERIOUSLY THIS TIME.
Hello Stanford and Columbia, I’m ready for you to teach me.
Madden 12, don’t tempt me.
I mean it.
