Matter, Energy, and Life of Michaela A. Castello.

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  • Thanks Bizby!

    One time I was having a bad day, so J gave me a KitKat. But Bizby ate it while I wasn’t paying attention. Today, she repaid with interest. <3 Now, Lisa, about those Sour Patch Kids…

  • Canadian Thanksgiving

    I don’t have any photos of Thanksgiving this year. We opted not to cook and instead ate with some local friends, spending the rest of the time hanging out around the house with our friend Liz, guacamole, onion dip, and movies. I do, however, have some photos of the Canadian Thanksgiving party we threw together…

  • Prevening Boulders

    It was supposed to be more of an afternoon trip, but by the time we got people together and made the drive out to Joshua Tree, it was more like prevening. In the past I have duct taped the knees of my ripped jeans for adventures such as these, but this time I was convinced…

  • Welcoming the Fading Season

    A few weeks ago we welcomed SoCal’s fading season (the time of the year many of you call “Autumn” and “Winter”) by going back to Oak Glen, an area high enough in elevation for there to be apple trees and snow. Re:Live had a haystack potluck there, complete with obligatory apple pie for dessert, which…

  • Prodigious Pool Party

    Re:Live had a pool party Sunday afternoon: pizza, sodas, and a whole crowd of people. It was truly the ultimate party house: “pool” was insufficient to describe what was essentially a small water park in the backyard. Fountains, a slide, and rocks to jump from made for a wonderfully enjoyable afternoon. I took some pictures to…

  • Water Park

    Back in June a bunch of us bought Groupons for the local amusement park, thinking that there was no way we’d have a problem using them before they expired “in August,” the exact date being today. Thus we had no choice but to spend the afternoon riding water slides and playing mini golf (and a…

  • Overcoming Inertia

    I stand on the edge of the lake, the weathered rocks pressing uncomfortably into my feet. Chilly water laps at the shore, inviting, daring me to join it; voices behind me yell encouragements. I wave my arms as though loosening up in an attempt to buy time: I am ready to jump, but I stand in…

  • We’re Here!

    We’re Here!

    It got a little chilly last night, but oh my word, I can’t remember the last time I saw so many stars. We didn’t even bother to set up the tent, so we could look up at them as we fell asleep. There’s also the sound of running water in the background—and very little else.…