Archive for 2017
The year we identify a new, third species of orangutan in Indonesia.
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            In which this year and our story, comes to its necessary end. 
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            In which it’s time for the annual Eriksson Christmas greeting. 
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            In which I announce the next chapter in the journey that is Carlos figuring out this running stuff people keep talking about—by which I mean I’m running the London Marathon. 
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            In which traditions are meant to be broken and we don’t carve any pumpkins. 
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            In which Scott and I run a 10k obstacle race and I use a GoPro to record it. 
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            In which I briefly talk about the house we never really called our home. 
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            In which I talk about how after not smoking for 4 years I failed and started again. 
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            In which Ben and I run a 5k to raise money for East Anglia’s Children’s Hospices and Lucien throws paint into our mouths. 
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            In which I want to believe that people can’t be pigeon-holed but clearly I can be. 
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            In which I wonder about the short-comings of DC Comics’ Wonder Woman. 
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            In which I talk about my irrational fear of wasps, bees and all buzzing things black and yellow. 
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            In which I start cleaning out the cobwebs of my mind by reading, meditating and dying a sweaty death at hot yoga. 
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            In which I finish migrating all the remaining entries between 2010–2013 and cull most of them because they’re so terrible. 
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            In which I manage to put the final touches to A Rainy Night on Drury Lane and release it. For free! 
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            In which we have lived in the UK for five years but aren’t sure if we can call this home anymore. 
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            In which I tell you about this awesome triple bill title podcast that I’ve been listening to lately. 
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            In which I live on Joylent, the meal replacement beverage, for a whole year. 
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            In which I, after many failed attempts, manage to record the song I wrote for Amanda. 
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            In which I complete my first half marathon, raise money in memory of Amanda and puke across the finish line. 
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            In which I begin training for my first half marathon and set the stage for raising money in memory of Amanda.