Division III


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Soldiers of the 9. SS Panzer Division Hohenstaufen walk among abandoned equipment after the British parachutists were captured on Onderlangs street in Arnhem, Netherlands on 19 September 1944. The StuG III is from Sturmgeschütz-Brigade 280, which arrived on the battle scene that day.

Apparently all I can write is K/T always-a-girl fic

I started another always-a-girl fic, bc of course I did. Have 2000 words of Patrick Kane, hockey star, and Jonny Toews, college student.

He doesn’t mean to start the fight. He never means to start shit. Sometimes he just can’t help himself. To be fair to him though, he didn’t strictly start it this time. He’s a little drunk, but, he could’ve walked away. Sharpy is always jokingly telling him to be the bigger man, even if that means he has to, direct quote, “bring an apple box for his stumpy legs.”

But he’s not gonna take this huge asshole in a UChicago football t-shirt talking smack about his defensive lapses, calling Patrick lazy.

“Are you kidding me?” he says, laughing incredulously. “How’s division III treating you, motherfucker?”

The guy shoves his chest, making Patrick rock back a step. “Shut up, shitdick!”

“Really?” Patrick replies lifting his chin. “I mean, really? You let me know when you manage to locate the ball, eh? I gots mine. I’ll ask your mom how she likes it when she asks me for it.”

Patrick knows the punch is coming as soon as the words are out of his mouth. He doesn’t mean to start shit ever, but he’s sure good at it. He’s braced for it, because he isn’t going down like a punkass bitch.

But the punch never lands. This tall girl he didn’t even notice in a sparkly black dress inserts herself between the two of them, her palms on their chests. “Whoa, Steve, cool it, c’mon. How about another beer?” Before UChicago Lamefucker (apparently Steve) can reply she’s shoving a full bottle of Corona with the lime stuffed into the top into Steve’s hands.

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The men and vehicles of the Leibstandarte Division in the March mud of 1943. The Manstein Offensive mires to a halt in mid-March 1943, perched on the flank of the Soviet Central Front with the recapture of Kharkov and Belgorod.


Leibstandarte Division infantry and a Marder III self-propelled anti-tank gun during an attack against Soviet positions south of Kharkov in February 1943.


Soldiers from the 9. SS Panzer Division Hohenstaufen and StuG III’s from Sturmgeschütz-Brigade 280 advance on the Utrechtseweg street in Arnhem, Netherlands in a mop up operation against British positions on 19 September 1944.

The I. SS-Panzerkorps consisting of the Leibstandarte, Das Reich and Totenkopf Divisions under the command of SS-Obergruppenführer Paul Hausser, rolls into the Ukrainian city of Kharkov in March 1943. Attacking from the north and west, the Waffen-SS slammed into the city’s defences and battled the Soviets in five days of intense house-to-house fighting, before Kharkov was finally taken.

The commander of a StuG III is cutting a low-hanging tram cable that could become entangled with the vehicles. This photo was taken on 19 September 1944 on the Utrechtseweg street in Arnhem, Netherlands during a mop up operation against British paratroopers. The StuG III’s are from Sturmgeschütz-Brigade 280 and the soldiers from the 9. SS Panzer Division Hohenstaufen.

Big win tonight for Denison’s Men’s Swimming & Diving Team, as they edged Kenyon College for the D-III National Championship and became the first new team to win the title in 31 years.  Since 1980, Kenyon has won that event, often by large margin.  I was there for three of them in college, when I worked as the team manager for Big Red.

At the end of the meet, after they’d won, the Lords would all be frolicking in the pool, and they’d count down their championships.  At this point, they were in the high teens, and they’d add one more at the end, as if to say it was a sure thing.  That was the worst of it. It wasn’t that they’d not deserved it with their labor, it’s that they expected it, and that no one could challenge them.

When I had been looking at colleges, I looked at both, as I was a swimmer with aspirations, and the difference between Kenyon and Denison couldn’t have been more night and day.  Kenyon wasn’t interested in you if you weren’t perfect, I remember a particularly demoralizing meeting with coach Howell when I came in as a prospect. It was clear that there was no place for me in their program in any capacity.

Denison wasn’t like that.  Coach Parini was interested in making all swimmers better.  I spent my freshman in year in the slow lane, and I didn’t make the conference team, but I did swim in some dual meets for the team. I came off my freshman season in bad shape, and my doc said that if I did another season, I’d likely be facing surgery for my shoulder. I left the pool, but not the team, spending the next three years on deck six days a week from September through March, taking splits, working the deck during workouts, and running the timing system and microphone during the meets.  Gregg cared about every person in that program, and wanted the best from them in all the things they did.

If Gregg taught me one thing, it was this: There is no stress when you are where you wish to be.  Challenge yourself. Find that intersection of talent and challenge and exploit it. I’m glad to see that his hard work with the Denison program has finally earned him a Mens’ Championship to go with the Womens’ win in 2001.

Proud to be a Denison alum. Proud to be a product of that program.


This project was practice/experimentation in the actual physical idea of light diffusion from a suspended installation.  The media is cut-up white ripstop fabric, usually used for sailing purposes and lexan polycarbonate plexiglass cut into fragments.  The pieces are then randomly sewn together in 4 web-like sheets, then suspended in layers.  Working on this project make me realize how I work best and what direction I need to take the installation.  It’s design needs to be more organic and free-flowing than that of what my initial designs have seemed to be.  It’s arguable that my notions of my visual mock-ups as designs are flawed.  In hindsight, those visual mock-ups, while very useful to describing the project to others, are not to be treated as actual design ideas.

From here on it, it’s experimenting time.