Friday, December 14, 2012

That's It

As my office-mate Jim says (well OK, I say it more now), "that's it." As in, that's all folks. J'ai fini. I'm in Salt Lake now, and once I grade an enormous virtual pile of papers, I'm on sabbatical and counting down to Germany. Sure, I'm looking forward to starting a new main research project, and dusting off a couple of little ones, and I have the usual sabbatical goals like finally cleaning up my computer's files, learning how to work the streaming Netflix, getting my German beyond its present "beer please," and watching every episode of The Inbetweeners. But mostly, I just plan to become this guy. I have no idea who he is, but he's definitely an inspiration.

And speaking of gratuitous pictures of skiers, our friend Sean always gives me grief for reading Men's Journal. So I felt wonderfully vindicated when I saw that Kris Freeman, who might be in the best shape of any male in America,

has finished 4th in World Championship races (despite having diabetes), and has modeled on the cover of Outside to boot,

Still brushes up on his manliness by reading MJ.

Brian: do not let Katie read this entry.


  1. I'm not sure if the infatuation with bearded men in skin-tight outfits and metrosexual obsession with freshly waxed and airbrushed cover models is the proverbial chicken or egg equivalent of reading Men's Journal, but I'll stick to my steady diet of Backpacker, Skiing, Runners World, and the New Yorker. Let's face it, I just feel better about myself that way.

    1. You should be worried, Sean. With the exception of MJ (and perhaps Salt Lake and the New York Review of Books), we read the exact same magazines.