In some ways, my life has come full circle in the ten years since shortly after graduating from Swarthmore College. The the buzz cut and goatee have returned, though this time with a little gray, and I’m once again without a full-time job. Though it’s easy to ruminate upon how much more I could have accomplished and all the ways I fell short in the last decade, on the whole, I must say I’ve been rather fortunate, and I want to share some highlights, particularly for the Swatties I’ll be missing at this weekend’s reunion. Here’s what I’ve been up to since June 1999.
- Searching for artistic passion. I loved my time at Swarthmore, but one regret I had was bailing on my Art major after trying to choose the “right” major for a variety of wrong reasons. Unfortunately, an $80,000 Masters at a school offering Fine Arts degrees did not correct for this mistake, probably because I got my degree in Urban Planning. (I’m as mystified as you are.) Returning for a post-bac in Visual Arts at UC Berkeley has simply reminded me of why I quit in the first place: I’m not ready to work so hard at something that still seems self-indulgent and lacks a clear, practical purpose. There’s a contradiction in there I haven’t quite ironed out, and, ten years from now, I’ll probably still be on this journey.

That's me, but is this my life/career/passion?
- Started a non-profit that reaches thousands of kids each year. I devoted most of my time since college–six years, in fact–to City Year, a non-profit organization for young idealists dedicating a year of their lives to service. The first half of my time was as a Manager in Philadelphia, and the second half was as an Executive Director starting up City Year’s local branch in Louisiana after Hurricane Katrina. City Year was a perfect complement to Swarthmore, rounding out an education in critical (over)thinking with daily lessons in getting things done. For someone used to researching, analyzing, and synthesizing unto 30-page 12-point-font perfection, the endless struggle to meet a barrage of goals in variously imperfect ways was hard to handle at times, but such is life at even the best non-profits. Working here, I got more done in a year than I could have done in all ten on 90% of the other paths I might have pursued, and I came out a more mature, well-rounded person. I’m not sure if I’ll get back into non-profit leadership, but the experience I gained at City Year will last the rest of my life.

Getting Things Done at City Year
- Visited almost all of the mainland lower continental National Scenic Parks in the US. 93%, to be exact. Some of you may have traveled more of the world than I have, but I don’t know anyone who has been so lucky as to see so many highlights of this country’s natural splendor. In the lower 48 states, I’ve yet to hit three National Parks, but I’ve checked the other 39–from Olympic National Park (longest trip) to Shenandoah National Park (most frequently visited)–off the list. I hope to hit Alaska and the various island parks in the next ten years. My favorite park? If there were a “Southern Utah National Park,” that’d be it.

Here I am in Boulder, Colorado, with Rufus. Discovering beer after college canceled out any physical benefits of my extensive park travels.
- Three Women. Obviously, no woman defined my life as a young man more than my mother, who passed away in 2000, about a year after I graduated Swarthmore. In retrospect, her death was a gift, as I had an easy excuse to forgive myself if I were not pursuing the most “ambitious” life possible at the time. Unfortunately, I thought this gift expired after a few years, which led me down some less-than-enjoyable paths. On the other end of these ten years, I’ve had the great fortune of meeting Carinne, who is the Absolute Best and will be a defining factor in my life for these next ten years and hopefully more–she is that awesome. However, in this “category” the decade belongs to Stephanie, who was with me through the doldrums of grad school, explored those great parks with me, and was at City Year during both my stints. I thank her for her continued friendship.
Add in an inordinate amount of time playing fantasy sports and you’ve pretty much got the ten years since I graduated in less than 1000 words. You’ve also got all three reasons why I won’t be at the Swarthmore reunion this weekend: 1) Yosemite with 2) Carinne but mostly 3) unemployment. I’ll be there in spirit, and I welcome updates from anyone who wants to share.



