A few years ago, I unearthed a travel journal from a month-long trip to Europe that I took in 2006. As I reviewed its pages, I was struck by just how many details of the trip I had completely forgotten. And if the memories of a once-in-a lifetime trip that was so impactful to me could fade away – how much of my day-to-day life is lost? Sensations, emotions, achievements, losses, experiences from the mundane to the exceptional, all transforming from that specific moment in time to become that day, that week, that year, that life…

As I get older and gain a better understanding of how fragile, how brief, and how precious life really is, it's become even more important to me to me experience it to its fullest and to try to retain all of those little moments that might otherwise get lost. It's with this idea that I started the process of recording these moments – a travel journal, of sorts.

A travel journal for life.

Friday, August 31, 2012


I attended Griffin's 3rd birthday.
We share a similar "mmm... cake" expression.
I got my hair chopped.
Summer do.
I saw this house:
The polar bear statue really sets it off, no?
I went to Santa Monica for work.
This was the view for from our day-long meeting

I didn't do a whole lot fun - but I did lounge by the pool.
I ate this:
I still feel remorse.
 I went to visit my Robbie again.
We went to the house of books.
There were really 32 rooms.  They give you a map.
Ki-Ki was handsome. 

And showed us his tummy.

I learned that Russel Stovers stores exist.
You can see why I HAD to go in.
I went to Phipps.  And it was beautiful.

And I saw this oh-so-Pittsburgh truck.
My August is complete.