Each morning, when I wake up, I reach for my phone to check the time. It’s simply part of my daily habit, a routine that is seldom challenged, changed, or modified. Last night, I went to bed early, having had the day off due to Christmas, two hours before my routine departure from consciousness. I awoke this morning, as usual, and checked my phone. It was dead. I have unwittingly exhausted its power supply and failed to recharge overnight. I searched for my wristwatch. Nothing. I didn't have the data for which to base my placement in the day with.
You know that sinking feeling of strangeness and confusion inherent in some mornings when you are unsure whether the present is an exceptionally lucid dream, wherein reality is just moments away from bursting in through the door? This was one such occasion. I parted the curtains open, and I viewed the world as a luminous haze, a frozen photograph, a blanket of white, a silence where time was a conjecture devoid of a continuum. The morning was clock-less, and nothing defined the area upon which the moment was in existence. I usually rise from sleep at 9:45 a.m., my body seems to favor it. But here, I didn't know what time it was. Sometimes, one can know judging from the varying angles of sunbeams as they streak across the Douglas firs. It's winter. Anything goes.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Bainbridge Island
December, 2013
Had a fun day trip to Bainbridge with Chatty, and Dyan. We ate lunch at Poulsbo where we pretty much spent the rest of the day in. Laughter, and merriment were scattered throughout.
Had a fun day trip to Bainbridge with Chatty, and Dyan. We ate lunch at Poulsbo where we pretty much spent the rest of the day in. Laughter, and merriment were scattered throughout.
Monday, December 23, 2013
Honolulu Marathon 2013
I apologize, Marathonfoto Corporation, but I really can't afford spending $75 to purchase these photos of me you took.
December 8, 2013
4:15 am: I wake up, attach running gear to my personage, eat a bowl of broccoli I prepared the night before, and aunt Becky readies the car for start-line transport.
4:50 am: Start Line. Holy shit, this is a ton of people. (26,000, roughly).
5:00 am: Bang! Fireworks! Go!
5:21 am: 5k checkpoint. Everything's going pretty well. Stopped at two aid-stations for water, and maintained a sub-7 minute mile pace. Okay, this is sustainable…
6:00 am: Just crossed the seventh mile mark. Oh, god, I'm bonking. My shirt drenched with water generated by me, and a few cups of cold water tossed upon my head. Watch says "74˚F," too fucking hot.
6:46 am: Half-marathon checkpoint. Shit. Losing it. There's still a lot of space around, which means I'm doing kind of ok. Might still finish in 3:45'00.
7:00 am: Sun rises. FUCK! I'm stopping, I'm stopping. Knee is giving out. It's a stab of fire on each foot strike. Watch says 78˚F. Real estate, gone!
8:00 am: Mile 17. Walking every five minutes, "running" every ten; this is not part of the plan.
8:30 am: Mile 20. Damn it, that Diamond Head Hill will be brutal. Soldier zooms past toward the incline and his calf-muscles contract. He falls off his knees and I ask whether he's okay. Out of earshot before hearing a response.
9:00 am: Mile 24. Thinking; PBR. PBR. PBR. Power-walking now. Still uphill.
9:15 am: <1 km to go! Running again. Ahh, homestretch, finally!
9:18 am: Finish Line. I'm on motherfucking Kapiolani Park - wahoo!
9:30 am: Walking to Rainbow Cafe to have aunt Becky pick me up. Shit is like a mile away. Fuck me!
9:45 am: At Rainbow Cafe, I'm pretty sure this is no longer Waikiki. Aunt Becky isn't arriving for another half-hour, therefore, on the grass I pass out.
10:15 am: Aunt Becky pulls in, hands me a change of clothes and we head to Big City Diner.
10:30 am: PBR! PBR! PBR! I'm tired as shit but here I am, having a beer. Honolulu Marathon,
nailed!
For the record, on what little training I was able to apply leading up to the marathon, the weather had always been below freezing. Viz. 12˚f when I left Seattle. 86˚f when I arrived on Honolulu. Failure, justified!
Sunday, December 22, 2013
5 Years Time
Five years ago, today, Clay died. I didn't know him very long, but his passing had a staggering impact. It wasn't really the idea of his death that struck me the hardest, although it was very devastating, but the reminder of how fleeting life really is; I suppose that's probably synonymous with dying, but to me, it isn't. I had a conversation with Dyan and Chatty today about not remembering anything from my year as a 19 year old. Not a particle of memory left from that year.
I stared out the window. I could see clouds raking the pinnacles of the tall pine trees and the placidly noiseless bay. Chatty tinkered with her phone, and Dyan sipped her chai latte. I'm 26 now. My cup wafted with espresso, and this was a metaphor.
I stared out the window. I could see clouds raking the pinnacles of the tall pine trees and the placidly noiseless bay. Chatty tinkered with her phone, and Dyan sipped her chai latte. I'm 26 now. My cup wafted with espresso, and this was a metaphor.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Ayaan Hirsi Ali
Had a strange dream about Hirsi Ali last night. I woke up wrapped in a voracious desire to create art. Above is the product.
Monday, December 16, 2013
Pioneer Square
Aside from the minor detail of a deranged woman's fleeting presence who told us that the coffee we held were the cause of AIDS, Ciara's senior pictures session was majorly successful.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
North Shore
This beach wasn't actually on the North Shore of Oahu. It was somewhere en route, sort of an accidental discovery kind'a thing. Entrance bore no sign, and the driveway seemed like private property. Nobody was around and I felt like the world belonged to me when I stood there.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
I Kid You Not
Last night, I had a dream about pig latin. A very lucid, very real dream that when I arose this morning, I suddenly felt the knowledge and skill tuck safely within my mental file cabinet, as if learning a language was like buying a pound of tomatoes at the market. Just to make sure, I checked online to self-test and consequently discovered that I am officially a speaker of the dialect, albeit amateurishly. The years will provide the proficiency for which I heretofore await. ife-lay is-ay ood-gay!
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Misty
Went out for a walk around Pike Place Market the other day. Alki, which is usually seen from off the distance over the water was ensconced in fog. It felt like a different landscape, like some foreign city I've never been, and the experience was new and not easily forgettable. A bit of nostalgia, I suppose, but autumn/winter tides always bring such emotions to all/most of us.
Friday, November 29, 2013
Danke
Thanksgiving at the Greens', and then a quick stroll through the Philosophical Promenade.
Did volunteer work for Survive the Streets.
Had coffee with Abby at Seattle Coffee Works.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Food
Cardamom, curry, and chanterelles for a winning sauté. Add leek for further embellishment, but the symmetry will be lost. Still delicious, though.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Leaves
Foliage is still collecting en masse on the sidewalk. Skiing to work sounds nice, but I'm enjoying the semi-temperate weather, thus far.
Friday, November 8, 2013
Training
This screen is a bit like an altar of trophies. A gallery of my recent accomplishments, big and small.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Oil Whidbey
This painting of a landscape on Whidbey Island around the city of Greenbank is three years old now. It still calms me. I think I'm inspired to do more island hopping. Maybe a trip to Bainbridge will set foot.
Monday, November 4, 2013
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Herding a Wiener Dog
Tess, Snooper-Weenie (not pictured), and I were at the dog park a couple of days ago. Tess got tired before the wiener dog did.
The picture above feels like a marriage between a Rothko and Corot. I still don't understand the philosophy behind many of Rothko's art.
The picture above feels like a marriage between a Rothko and Corot. I still don't understand the philosophy behind many of Rothko's art.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Favorite Things
On my second cup of coffee and I'm not motivated to do anything, yet. I promised the dogs about going to the dog park and it wouldn't feel right to betray them. I'll brew another cup.
Yesterday, Charles, the labrador, stood up against the wall to reach for the light switch and turned it on. I didn't teach him to do that.
Yesterday, Charles, the labrador, stood up against the wall to reach for the light switch and turned it on. I didn't teach him to do that.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Foggy
Been running after work, well past midnight. On Friday, it was foggy and the lights from street lamps were domed by the mist. They didn't illuminate anything that was more than a few steps radius from their own peripheries. It was magical!
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Must It Be? It Must Be!
Unbearable Lightness of Being
Lights dim, curtains pull open, then close, string quartet begins and then this:
Muß es seine? Es muß sein! The epithet for this lovely book
Lights dim, curtains pull open, then close, string quartet begins and then this:
Muß es seine? Es muß sein! The epithet for this lovely book
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Friday, October 18, 2013
Gossamer
Awoke early morning to let the dogs out. It was foggy, or misty, and it was cold. Off on the other end of the backyard was something glossy, and as I got close for examination I noticed it was a spiral. A gossamer, a home for a living thing who wasn't there.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Appreciate
One of the best things you can do for the photographer is to print his work right away. I've just recently dealt with several people who forsook their cd copies to the point at which their pictures could no longer be located. This makes me feel under-appreciated and enormously shitty.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Individuality II
"No, I'm not going to change who I am because the people who love me, love me for that. And the people who hate me, hate me for that." Joe, from This American Life
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
Apple Tree
An accidental act of festive harvest by picking the lot this tree has made.
Went to Oktoberfest today and drank numerous spiced ales. It rained and it shone. The trees were shedding their leaves and the scent of cool arctic air began to invade the atmosphere.
Ushering in the season of fall always feels like enacting someone else's memory and playing a role in their dreams. You feel so there, but you're detached, and not in control; it's a wonderful detachment.
Went to Oktoberfest today and drank numerous spiced ales. It rained and it shone. The trees were shedding their leaves and the scent of cool arctic air began to invade the atmosphere.
Ushering in the season of fall always feels like enacting someone else's memory and playing a role in their dreams. You feel so there, but you're detached, and not in control; it's a wonderful detachment.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Dogs!
from left-right: Charles Terwilliger Pupdog-Brown, Snooper Weenie Junior, Tess the Panda.
Here are a few basic fundamental truths about them:
Charles loves to growl but never growls. Snooper is addicted to the act of evacuating her urine when excited. Tess forgets the entire world when a tennis ball is being hurled.
Charles loves to growl but never growls. Snooper is addicted to the act of evacuating her urine when excited. Tess forgets the entire world when a tennis ball is being hurled.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Dreams I
A few nights ago, I dreamt of this:
A quiet, sleepy afternoon, basking in the sun with my cousin Harryette. My DSLR materializes in my hands and I take her picture. A polaroid immediately pops up from the wind and my hand catches it. The image isn't exactly her, but a hologram of a child whose eyes showed something that was vaguely eerie.
I awoke from the sleep after hearing Tess' paws pounding at my door, wanting to be let in. I immediately thought "why is my amygdala doing this?"
Later that morning, I read of mass shootings in Washington D.C.
A quiet, sleepy afternoon, basking in the sun with my cousin Harryette. My DSLR materializes in my hands and I take her picture. A polaroid immediately pops up from the wind and my hand catches it. The image isn't exactly her, but a hologram of a child whose eyes showed something that was vaguely eerie.
I awoke from the sleep after hearing Tess' paws pounding at my door, wanting to be let in. I immediately thought "why is my amygdala doing this?"
Later that morning, I read of mass shootings in Washington D.C.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Fresh Air
Just read on the Huffington Post that happy, exuberant people spend a lot of time outdoors. If happiness can be scaled, how well does 79 miles of being outdoors score on that scale? #ifeelgood
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Pale Fire
Another attempt at surmounting a Nabokovian work. This passage struck me, though I don't know why.
During one winter every afternoon
I'd sink into that momentary swoon.
And then it ceased. Its memory grew dim.
My health improved. I even learned to swim.
With his pure tongue her abject thirst to quench,
I was corrupted, terrified, allured,
And though old doctor Colt pronounced me cured
Of what, he said, were mainly growing pains,
The wonder lingers and the shame remains
Self-Awareness VIII
I enjoy participating in races as a volunteer. I love running but on these events, I have more fun spectating.
This was at the Dash Point Trail Run Half-Marathon and 10k. I manned the split-turn between half and 10kers and snuck in my camera to take shots. I wasn't the event photographer but that wasn't going to stop me.
This was at the Dash Point Trail Run Half-Marathon and 10k. I manned the split-turn between half and 10kers and snuck in my camera to take shots. I wasn't the event photographer but that wasn't going to stop me.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Friday, September 13, 2013
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Life's a Beach, Then You Dive (Sort Of)
Stream of Consciousness alert:
Tonight, I almost lost my marbles listening to a bunch of people in the lab go off about their upcoming vacations next month.
"Yeah, I'm so glad to finally be able to take a week off to see Crater Lake next month."
"No way, I've got a few days to camp out at Okanogan."
"Blah, blah, ad infinitum."
All their vacation fetishes sound so utterly futile. My friends at work tend to forego the thought of a more valid idea that their vacations would end the way it began; work. Here's the thing, you burnout and then you recharge. Then you'll burn out again, only to find yourself recharging. It's so depressing, see? Why blabber on like it's the greatest thing that's happened ever? They need to recognize PTO as a form of human right to which their entitlement should not be one of rarity. I'm happy to see them delighted at the upcoming wisp of bright light from their penumbra of pragmatic discontents, but that shouldn't be their raison d'être - which I'm sure it isn't, but here it's sounding like it.
Re: All the things our teachers taught us are things that their teachers taught them. We are designed to perpetuate a trajectory toward some vague notion of progress we lack the sophistication to understand yet are totally committed to, but secretly hate, and compensate for behind the pretense of vacations. Higher dimensions of control tell us what we want and we dutifully obey.
For the record, I'm not anti-vacation/work. What I am against is the way we've adopted the idea that vacations are a privilege. That the need to seek new places and enrich lives require a ritualistic blood sacrifice of who we are and a total surrender of the things we truly value and love.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Gun Nuts
I find it interesting that in spite of the ill-informed mass of gun toting nut-cases, by the loud and rabidly irritating ad baculum which they all too often exploit, their venomous crusade to be heard outside the civil discourse snakes into the legislature. It's very disconcerting how personally close these people are to me. Very disappointing.
Friday, August 16, 2013
Wild Blackberries
I made the mistake of overindulging in them yesterday. Their glistening dark ornaments were too irresistible to not eat in excess. To my chagrin, I had less than a mile to run home before I began to notice my intestines protesting violently.
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Interesting: Jesus did not commit the greatest sacrifice; he knew he would be resurrected anyway.
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Interesting: Jesus did not commit the greatest sacrifice; he knew he would be resurrected anyway.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Armchair Musings III
On growing blinded by delusions. Sometimes the belief is that life today is the embodiment of all our failed ambitions and dreams; we simply cannot grasp all the other dimensions of life that follow the opposite. It's unceasing. The thought that being something else, something better, could have been possible had we gone about life a different way.
I think it's fair to have sentiments like that, and I think we all do it, but taking things for granted is simply no cure. Even learning how to appreciate the mundanity of our daily walkabouts into reality, the embarrassingly few occasions of virtue, and counting every miniscule thing worthy of gratitude (to whom, I'm not sure) is tough and can elude real ideas about what avenues to happiness are truly the best. I do ponder, however, why there are so many misfortunes that befall all of us due simply to the miraculous accidents of birth.
With all the great tragedies and grievances of existence, I cannot proceed into each day by asking "why me" all of the time, because something good might still come. I may not know that for sure but it seems to happen to everyone else. So ask, "why not me?" I've learned a lot in my 26 years of being alive, and I'm glad for it.
I think it's fair to have sentiments like that, and I think we all do it, but taking things for granted is simply no cure. Even learning how to appreciate the mundanity of our daily walkabouts into reality, the embarrassingly few occasions of virtue, and counting every miniscule thing worthy of gratitude (to whom, I'm not sure) is tough and can elude real ideas about what avenues to happiness are truly the best. I do ponder, however, why there are so many misfortunes that befall all of us due simply to the miraculous accidents of birth.
With all the great tragedies and grievances of existence, I cannot proceed into each day by asking "why me" all of the time, because something good might still come. I may not know that for sure but it seems to happen to everyone else. So ask, "why not me?" I've learned a lot in my 26 years of being alive, and I'm glad for it.
Friday, August 9, 2013
Animal Trail
I noticed a small path just off the paved trail. It lead to a pond that bore no sign of human foot traffic. I believe it's a haven for wild animals.
Tess jumps in on any pond as soon as she sees one.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
A Quarter Century
This is me at 25, totally aware that each moment coming to pass brings my transit to oblivion a little shorter in length. Even though I feel like I have more distance left to travel in the world than I ever did.
"We all got older at break-neck speed. Slow it down, go easy on me."
"We all got older at break-neck speed. Slow it down, go easy on me."
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
GMO
I bought the apple below a year ago. I had the intent to eat it, until it sat at the windowsill too long and I had inadvertently forgotten of its existence. Amid a throng of books, mason jars filled with pencils, and other things wont to reside on every windowsill, it simply sat camouflaged. I don't know whether the fact that I used to eat this pretty compulsively is severely worrying or not. I guess the new knowledge that organic, which the object below isn't, is the apple that will likely cause me the least puzzlement can only be a blessing, right?
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Setback
Was involved in a rear-end collision yesterday. My body is in pain, and I'm not sure yet what's broken. Noticed that I'm walking kind of funny and that could implicate a negative shift in marathon training. The event is in two weeks. I hope this is nothing.
Why me?
Why not me?
Why me?
Why not me?
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Less is More
"Why do we have to look at a beautiful garden without wondering, or believing that there are fairies at the bottom; why can it not be just a beautiful garden?"
Friday, July 26, 2013
Talk Religion
Got into a pretty nasty verbal exchange with someone at work who kept pressing me to believe and accept her specific religious dogma. Was asked how I can differentiate what's right from wrong without the aid of a divine being and replied that it's a pity that someone would need a deity to distinguish between choosing to harm others and not. While I generally turn aside from discussing religion and beliefs with anyone, gaining solitude from the topic has become too difficult a task. I especially cannot resist it when the motivation from the other person is flagrantly spiteful.
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Disconnect
I can't seem to make sense out of justice.
The thing that's bothering me the most right now about the Zimmerman acquittal, among a staggering number of others, is that a woman (an African-American, surprise!) who fired warning shots against an abusive man is sentenced to 20 years in prison. She is not protected by the "Stand Your Ground Law." George Zimmerman, on the other hand, kills Trayvon Martin and gets to go home.
Am I being naive?
The thing that's bothering me the most right now about the Zimmerman acquittal, among a staggering number of others, is that a woman (an African-American, surprise!) who fired warning shots against an abusive man is sentenced to 20 years in prison. She is not protected by the "Stand Your Ground Law." George Zimmerman, on the other hand, kills Trayvon Martin and gets to go home.
Am I being naive?
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Book Review: Blue Nights
A heartbreaking account of loss and grief, freighted with heavy musings of her own mortality. Joan Didion, at 74, has the appropriate voice to illustrate the meaninglessness of life and the meaningfulness of being alive. A great, great read!
"The fear of what is still to be lost."
Friday, July 5, 2013
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Hike
The hike down to Havasu Falls has to be among the most physically taxing thing I had ever done, but was absolutely well worth it! More on that later. Here's a view:
Friday, June 7, 2013
Fortuitous Awakening
After allocating 45 minutes of sleep overnight prior to the descent down the Grand Canyon, I crashed at 6 pm, just a couple of hours after arriving at the campsite. For some odd miraculous turn of events, I emerged out of my tent at 10:30 pm to behold at the stars like shattered crystals hurled up in the sky.
A billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head,
but in you is a presence that will be,
when all the stars are dead.
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