In case you're also half-heartedly responding to emails, wishing you could be out in the Southeast Alaska spring, where the trees are leafing out, the birds are twittering the branches unless they're ravens in which case they're just kind of clomping around shrieking, and the skunk cabbage is, well, gentle stinking -- here's the story and photo essay that came out of all those months trolling last summer.
Thanks, Dad (hi, Dad), for putting up with me.
American sporting traditions never fail to build teamwork, condone beer drinking, and incite offensive commentary about the other team's ability to pass a fiscal plan.
The bear hates it when Stephanie goes to Hawaii.
Still Lives: staffer with oranges, staffer with daffodils.
Really fun times.
Saturday, Sunday.
I guess it wasn't enough for James Hart to win the Gold Medal Basketball championship last week -- he also had to win Central Council Tlingit & Haida President's Award for being an Emerging Leader this week. He had his regalia with him this week, so we commemorated.
So lucky to rub elbows with this formidable group of Language Warriors from across Alaska, representing Inupiaq, Tlingit, Sm’algyax, and Haida. (And for the record, our friend repping the Yup'ik language caught up with us later in the night in time to have a beer and really crush Purple Rain on the dance floor.)
