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I am back in New York.
Over the weekend, in Fort Wayne, I celebrated and/or observed two coming-of-age pageants with my sister Taylor. 1. She turned 16, despite my protests with Old Father Time and Mother Nature. I wrote formal letters to both, asking them kindly, but firmly, to reconsider her annual increase of age and instead have her ratcheted back one to 14. I received no reply. 2. As a sophomore, she attended her first Prom. She was asked by a junior named "Nick". While waiting for her date to arrive, I told her that I would like to preemptively cut off his arms before the dance to prevent any misbehavior. She became upset by the idea and pleaded with me not to do anything like that. So, I didn't cut off his arms. Needless to say, both events were hard for me! I have only begun to realize how much I regret being away from home while she and my younger brother grow up. These emotions underscore my own confused feelings of getting older and accepting some loss of innocence and irresponsibility. Pensiveness aside, I had a fun weekend. My shoulders and neck are burnt from playing baseball with my brother Noel on Saturday. It was unusually hot -- so much so that he continuously urged me hit every pitch into the pond so that he would have a reason to dive in, cool off and take a break. It excited me to see him walk around all weekend (and even dive for baseballs!) without his crutches. His walking is improving so well. My mom made two killer homecooked meals, complete with corn on the cobb and rhubarb pie -- making me ever so aware of what I just can't get at restaurants in New York. And my dad sent me off with a dozen vinyl records from his collection, which he recently refound in the attic -- I'm looking forward to listening to the Tommy James and the Led Zeppelin albums most. The weekend outfitted me well. I am refreshed, as though I just swabbed myself down with one of those 'clean wipes' they give you when you order chicken wings -- which afterwards make you smell lemony and feel a bit tingly too. Labels: Fort Wayne 6
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John said... Sounds like a great time in the Fort, Zach. It's good to hear from someone who thinks that Indiana refreshes. Perhaps it would be better said that family refreshes? It was prom all over this weekend . . . best sight was a boy in a tux with his girl in formal gown driving to the prom on a motorcycle. And me without my camera. Doh! 4:34 AM dianne said... This is a beautiful post. Nice way to start my morning. =) 11:01 AM OrlandoCatastrophic said... Yes, I feel much the same about going home too. There is something very womb-like and comforting about being back in the parental home...like everything is going to be okay... It never lasts though. 11:28 AM Nick said... Awesome. Great entry and nice suit. 2:09 PM Melissa said... It sounds like you had a wonderful family visit. My eyes fixed on your comments about getting older, which at your very young age, is still very far off. I have my biases about such things. 4:09 PM said... Glad to hear your brother is doing better. -Rob 2:30 AM Post a Comment |
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 Hi, I'm Zach. I grew up in Fort Wayne, Indiana and graduated from Wake Forest. After college, I moved to Manhattan to get serious about a company I ran with friends. We sold it to Barry Diller's InterActiveCorp in 2006. I just wrapped up with a project I co-founded called Vimeo and left CV to focus on being a twenty-five year old. I have another blog called Copy and Taste, where I post about learning to cook. I live in Brooklyn now.  Del.icio.us My Flickr Me on Flickr Last.fm Linked in MySpace Netflix History Vimeo  Amir Blumenfeld Chris Bodenner Mareen Fischinger Fort Wayne Observed Nick Gray Hype Machine Jake and Amir Jakob Lodwick Oh My Rockness Jonathan Marcus Youngna Park Megan Scheminske Eliot Shepard Shorpy Signal vs. Noise Alex Soth Stereogum Ricky Van Veen Khoi Vinh Eugene Wyatt   Postal Skype SMS (via AIM) |