Meditations from D.C.

A little more than six months have passed since I was laid off. It’s taken me this long to feel I have something worth saying about the whole thing. What I realize after six months of aimlessness, restlessness, uncertainty, and worrying is that losing my job was one of the greatest things that’s happened to me since moving to Washington, D.C. 

Apologies for the heavy opening there. I figured for whoever of you is reading this, I could skip the pro forma “wow-it’s-been-a-while-since-this-blog-was-updated,” and get right down to it. 

The intervening months between January and now have given me a lot of time to think and reflect on my life so far; what have I done, and what do I hope to do. For the time being, I am bar tending and serving and bar backing and doing whatever I can to keep the rent, bills, and student loans current. I’m struggling with the task less and less each week. I think a lot about the people who’ve come into my life –you–, and the people who are now farther from me than I’d prefer –still you. I think of the relationships I’ve made as one of the few true, unmitigated successes in my life. 

There’s been a dearth of my byline on the Internet since January. I’m enjoying the absence. My tweets are few and far between, inane and unimportant. My personal site is fallow, though it was never brimming with content to begin with. Instead, I’ve taken time to write for myself. Putting pen to paper, filling pages with names and places and dates, trying to be honest with myself, and interrogating the way I think or feel on a given day. It’s been a productive exercise that I feel has helped me both stay actively writing and actively addressing what’s happening in my life.

At the end of this month, I’ll be moving out of the second house of called home in D.C. This time, I’m not moving into a new place with my close friends I already live with. Many of the people I love most have left or are leaving this place, and that loss is something with which I’ll grow and change. I am hopeful for the future. I feel like I understand myself a lot better at this moment than I may ever have. I’m changing as things around me change, as people come and go, and as circumstances dictate. I’m strangely at peace with the idea that everything will always be changing, that people will always be coming and going, that everything can and probably will change, and not always the way you or I want it to.

I’m thankful to call each of you reading a friend. It’s a comforting thought to know I have people to fall back on. I guess what I’m attempting to get at, feebly and with many a distraction, is that even though I don’t have any idea where I’m going or what I’m going to be doing a year from now, I am grateful for everything that’s happened to me so far–grateful for everyone that’s happened to me so far. 

Stay cool, y’all,




hello from portlandia

Hello loves!

Happy to report that all is well in the great pacific northwest. Learning it really does rain a lot here, but I’ll take sloshing through mud puddles over chiseling ice off of a windshield any day. I love my job and am very excited for all of you to see this movie- it should be really good.

To paint you all a picture of my life as it is today, I will provide a smattering a current events:

– I stepped on a slug in our kitchen while wearing socks.

– I thought it would be funny to go outside and knock on the window in our shower while Matt was showering. He fell, knocked the faucet off the wall and water started shooting out uncontrollably for about 45 minutes before the maintenance man could come over to shut off the water. So, it turns out it wasn’t that great of a joke.

– There were clowns at the grocery store for some reason yesterday.

– Leigh Anne Dodds, my freshman roommate, is getting married to a guy named Bixby.

– The gym I go to has TVs embedded into every cardio machine. Hardly anything is as thrilling as watching Dancing with the Stars while running- puts you right in the heart of the action.

– I have to pay taxes for working in Ohio, California and Oregon this year. It’s going to suck. Also, my W-2 was sent to the wrong address, opened by a stranger, and the post office sealed it in a clear plastic envelope to send to me, apologizing for the inconvenience. All of my info and social security number were prominently displayed to the world. But so was the piddly $2800 I made this year in California.. my identity is tempting, I know.

Miss you all- will return to Ohio to visit late July/early August. I also want to visit DC since it has seemingly absorbed all of you! If I find out I have a job after this one ends, I will be less stressed about money and will plan a visit.

all my love,


forever forward

after ten days of funemployment (which was far, far too short), yesterday i began the next chapter in my life as an adult. admittedly, and as cliche as it sounds, being an adult doesn’t sound like any fun at all, which is why the aforementioned ‘next chapter’ is in reference to my new job as an animator for the National Geographic Channel.

gone are the days of me wasting away in my shitty, shitty cubicle, the lone interactive designer in a sea of editors and numbers people, with no work worthy of my pride to show for it. from here on out (or until my contract is up), it’s big computer stations in open, collaborative rooms, like-minded, kind-hearted creative folks, t-shirts and flip-flops to work (thongs in the summer, of course), and making a living drawing cartoons for kids.

if i don’t stop myself now, i’ll ramble all night, so i’ll just leave you with some advice, in hopes of inspiring anyone who may find themselves in a situation similar to the one i was in.

a wiser person than myself once said, “i have no idea how long my life will be, so i don’t want to waste any part of it doing something i don’t like.” i was very unhappy at my old job. if you don’t like the situation you’re in, make a plan, and get the fuck out. a lot of times it’s unreasonable to just up & quit without a backup plan – something i had to grapple with while making my exit strategy. however, of all the resumes and cover letters i dispersed into the ether of the world wide web while desperately trying to reach any sort of improved occupational environment, the tool that helped me the most in finding my new position was one simple attitude: work hard and don’t be an asshole. i don’t really have much else to say about that.

anyway, i am a very lucky man, and i know how fortunate i am to be where i am.



Summer Reunion

Does anyone want to go to the beach this summer? Any east coast suggestions? Let me know who wants to do something so we can start planning and make sure we are all free!

Trevor, will you be back any time this summer?

I can see us there now….

That 5000 mile slump

Hello, my dudes!
Got to chat with one of my favorite couples this morning and their adopted daughter. It felt fucking good.
I feel that in spite of my best efforts I’ve lost touch with a lot of close friends. It bums me out hard. Russia’s given me a lot of time to think. Often, too much time. I miss all you fuckers and everything we did and should have done before our time was up in that tiny Eden.
We started this blog to keep in touch and keep up on what’s going on with everyone and I’m glad that Angie, Risa and Paolo have taken the initiative to restart it. It’s good for us all.
Lent seems to be upon us and the Great Fast is just around the corner here in Russia. Now, as you well know, I’m not religious and I will not be giving anything up, but I would like to say it’s a good time for me to say several things to you all. Thank you for always being there. Thank you for always being such great friends. Sorry for ever being an asshole or taking anyone for granted.
I love you all.
Love, Trevor

Athens weekend

I returned to Athens this past weekend with Risa and Caity to see Steve. It was my first time coming back since graduation and I had some reservations about revisiting. I didn’t want to spoil the pristine vision I had in my mind, but I also had to go home to Cincinnati and pick-up some things. So there it is.

I don’t have strong emotional pulls to Athens anymore. I had fun, met my best friends, learned very little, and perfected the delicate art of gestation. When we hit Morgantown and I began to recognize the scenery, it really hit home how special Athens was, and is.

And that’s what I realized. It will always be there, untouched by time and the outside world. Hills Deluxe’s are amazing as ever, The Union really is the best dive bar, and Sherri will always play The Grateful Dead XM station on Mondays.

I want to come back one more time in the Spring to experience Athens in its prime. Go swim in some dirty water and get so sweaty that my clothes stick to my skin. Real sick old bastard-like.

I love you all.

Here’s a picture of Steve being a moran with a tiger.

new apartment!!!

Paolo and I just moved from the suburbs into the city! Our apartment is a little small, but located so close to everything and everyone that I couldn’t be happier. Here’s what it looks like in the morning (and just in case you were wondering, Paolo’s belly is just as photogenic as it was last June). The move-in was filled with feats and daring and bravery, and the power of friendship pushing a slightly-too-big couch through a slightly-too-small doorway. Thanks to everyone who helped!

I received the exciting news today that Markee will be our first real visitor. She’s coming in early March! Everyone else is invited to stay whenever you want. Our couch is enormous, and very comfortable.

Love you nerds.