Sticks and stones won't break my bones...

but crashing my bike apparently will.

I hit a large pothole yesterday about ten miles into a ride, did an endo, and crashed hard. Fixed my bike and rode home. My right elbow got progressively more painful until a friend dragged me to the ER. Looks like I broke it, though not badly. It's in a splint now, awaiting an appointment with the orthopedist.

<whine>I can barely type code. I can't play guitar. I can't lift. And I'm going to miss RSVP this weekend because I can't ride. </whine>

Richard III

This past Friday my friend Amber and I went to see the Intiman Theatre's production of Shakespeare's Richard III. The performance was impressive. Nearly all of the actors and actresses were superb, the drums were thoughtfully arranged and played, and the set was well-designed. Above all, I was struck by how well the Intiman writers reduced a five-act play to approximately 2 1/2 hours without causing the play to feel particularly abridged.