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As I finish my breakfast this morning (peanut butter and honey)… I can’t help but wonder why it is that when I eat a peanut butter sandwich I get a craving for a tall, cold glass of milk… but when I eat roasted, salted peanuts from the shell, a glass of milk is the furthest thing from my mind.
What is the most disconcerting sensation you’ve had at work today? ...or this week?…...or, for that matter, what is the most disturbing realization you’ve encountered at work this year?
Oh, gee, that’s funny; I don’t feel sorry for you.
Why not? I’ll tell you why not... I don’t feel sorry for you because today I realized that I’ve been brushing my teeth with non-potable water for the past three weeks... which means that whatever petty, uncomfortable feeling you’ve experienced doesn’t come even close to the numbness I felt when I was informed that the water I’ve been using to rise my mouth and toothbrush with comes from a non-potable source.
Need I remind you that I work at a shit plant?
Thank you. Have a good afternoon.
~In Loving Memory~
*9/27/05*
We'll miss you Kitty "Kat"
... and today, more than anything else in this world, more than whirled peas, more than 3 brazillion dollars, more than anything... I want a pitcher of margarita and so many fish tacos that I throw-up on myself!!
Last night, in a light-headed state of delirium after giving (what I’m sure was more than a legal amount of) blood, I sat down with a cup of half-decaf, half-regular (it was a school night afterall), and a toasty slice of buttered zucchini bread at my side and developed the schedule I'll attempt to follow in training for the Austin Marathon.
Slightly modified from the Rock N Roll's schedule... I'll post a copy later today.
Hey everyone… just an update here:
I wanted to let you know (more importantly, I wanted to make this commitment to myself in writing) that I’ve decided to train for the Austin Marathon. The run will be on Sunday, February 19th, and as the name implies, it'll be in Austin... assuming Austin isn't some sort of military-run refuge camp after this hurricane hits. There’s no course map available yet, so at this point it’s somewhat of a crapshoot, but I don’t recall Austin being very hilly so I’m sure it’ll be a relatively flat, enjoyable run.
I plan to start my training a bit earlier than last time. Last time Omar and I followed the HH’s Intermediate I, which was an 18-week program. But since this go-round my training will cross paths with my birthday (Nov 20... write it down), Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve, I’ve decided to build-in some float and allow myself a week or two to goofing off. Thus, the program will probably be stretched to 20-weeks or so. I’ll post it once I’ve decided where the breaks will be, and when I plan on starting.
As far as expectations... I'd like to keep them realistic. I'd definately like to improve my time, of course there will be factors this time that will come into play that I didn't have to contend with last time (i.e. a flight a day or two before the run, all the freakin' eating & drinking holidays during my training session, cold-weather runs, dark run... etc, etc....) With that said, I'd be content with a time +/- 5 min from my first marathon.... however, I'd really like to shave 10-15 minutes off of my overall time (I'll post more thoughts on this later).
Of course, I write this while in the console (??) of my office/trailer (filthy dirty with open windows at a shit-plant) and comfort (??) of my high-back chair (which was picked-up “FREE” on the side of the road)... not to mention the 6-cup caffeine buzz I’ve got going this morning…
Ever hear that expression, “easier said then done”? Well, that expression was created for this very situation. I have so many great ideas it’s ridiculous. They’re so easy to create, but so gosh-darn hard to follow through on.
It’s funny how easily the pain from only a few months ago is forgotten when thoughts of grandeur are on the mind...
And I quote, “Omar, I’m never doing that again.”
Oh well.
See you at the finish line.
Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing. He concludes by saying: "Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed."
"OH NO!" the President exclaims. "That's terrible!"
His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the President sits, head in hands.
Finally, the President looks up and asks, "How many is a brazillion?"
Hey, hey, hey... what's up my peeps? I hope everyone's doin' great. I wanted to send a quick shout-out to let everyone know that I survived the summer! If you haven't already heard, it's officially over tomorrow. I’m a little banged-up and a lot bloated (thanks to a successful run of bbqs of late! 3 weeks in a row... and counting?).
As I was saying; summer's over, and I’m bummed. Officially, I’ll be bummed for the next 6 months, bar a couple of key holidays, a weekend or two of skiing, and of course, my birthday (Nov 20... write it down). So, in light of this poignant news I thought I’d try and offset what will surely be a dreary and depressing day tomorrow for all summer-lovers such as myself with links to some of the pictures from the most recent bbqs on Glaucus Street (there weren’t many from last weekend’s bbq, but if you scroll to the bottom of this page there might be one or two).
There are some good pics here so be sure to check them out... most notably: Thad’s purple hair, the return of Mikey from the depths of hell (LA), a cameo by Little as “the dog”, and of course appearances (again) by the twins, Paul & Ryan, and of course the rock-steady girls Lisa and Sonja.
...Check them out and let me know what you think:
The Week After Labor Day (more to be added from Paul’s camera… soon)
Also, (while I'm at it) here's a random link of last night's sunset after the rain. I don’t know if you saw it, but the night before the rain was even better (but of course I didn’t have the digi).
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WAIT, there’s more (holy shit, I know)... Although I’m not a true believer, some say that life doesn’t have to end with fall, so be sure to stay in touch because just around the corner will a belated birthday celebration for Omar, Paul’s (5th annual?) best-dressed-in-the-desert “Scarizona” party, the Ugliest Christmas Sweater party at my place, and more...
Ok, that’s it. After this: Let me know what’s up for this weekend. Martinis & lobster bisque tomorrow night anyone? mmmm… Arika, Sonja, you know what I’m talkin’ about.
_baq
p.s. – Thad, forward this to Ryan
it rained all night, and it rained all day... but the rain proved no match for an Encinitas sunset.
as promised...
click here to see pictures of my first bike.
...between the early morning skate session, coffee & breakfast w/ Lisa, including a tour of PB & MB on my new bike with tons of warm sun, margaritas, and apps, and, a day-ender bbq at my place... the day was almost perfect.
other than eating shit at my place (no, not the brats... i fell off my skateboard), it would have been damn near a perfect day. i still can't lift my left arm above my head. i have a horrible feeling that this injury in gonna get in the way of my twirling at Salsa class tomorrow night.
I’m steppin’ up in the world…. and no, that does not mean that I’m moving to the EAST side.
No longer will I have to walk, run, jog or drive to Beacon’s for a late-afternoon peek at the waves. No longer will I have to walk, run, jog, or drive to the Pannikin or the ‘Street for a double latte w/ an almond croissant.
… Now I can cruise there in style. Like the sophisticate that I truly am, I can now travel without getting the bottom of my feet dirty. This, after all, is the true baseline-determining factor when classifying the ranks of man from savage to civilized. As I vividly recall, the Discovery Channel had a graphic distinctly illustrating this divergence in the linage from man to ape... it was near the top of the tree, just after the split from walking upright and right before the caveman’s domestication of animals and discovery of fire.
Ah yes, the wheel. Let us bask in my glory.
It’s been 3 years, 3 months, and 4 days (approximately) since I moved to San Diego; and in that time I’ve lived in 1 hotel, 2 apartments, 1 duplex, and 2 homes. All of which have been located west of the -5, and never more than 3 blocks from the beach. And yesterday I finally bought a bike!... no, wait... i mean: a beach cruiser.
technology the way you've always wanted it. ask and you shall receive
It’s a toss up… and I can only choose one (or I can choose none). Either way, I need to decide in the next week or two. Anyone wanna join me for a getaway weekend in a couple of months?
This is most ridiculous thing I've heard so far today (of course, it's only 6:45 so there's room for more ridiculousness before the end of the day):
... forget buying and selling homes to make money... i just finished talking with a coworker and apparently he's in the business of flipping horses.
here's how it goes... you go to a horse auction and find a "distressed" horse and make a low bid (if you bring your old lady this can also be doubled as a date night). maybe you can pick one up for $5-,$6-,$700. then you take the horse home, fatten it up, put a new set of tires on it (aka "horse shoes"), and detail it. the end result?... apparently you've got yourself a nice little horsy that you can sell for $2,000 - $2,500.
Of course, despite the fact that he claims it’s a sure thing, he hasn’t actually completed one of these horse transactions yet. But last week he came close on his bid for two horses...
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Now, the question is, did some cockamamy linguest "research team" actually discover this phenomenom, or is it as I suspect... was it happened-upon by my fourth grade teacher Mrs. Woods after discovering that she could actually read the scribble on my spelling tests?
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thanks Audge
There is nothing quite like the smell of morning dew and fresh shit plant in the wee hours of the morning.
Why I bother putting on deodorant and a squirt of Jean Paul Gautier cologne in the morning... I can't figure out.
ahhhhhhh…
Some people with speech impediments stammer.
Others, who have bladder problems, pee frequently… sometimes not making it to the bathroom quite in time.
I on the other hand, I have incomplete blog thoughts.
Much like the bed wetter, I often do not have the capacity to move it before I loose it… before these clever little baq-type quips that sporadically pop into my head throughout the day are lost forever. They appear out of nowhere, if for no other reason seemingly only in existence to provide your's truly with a break in the day’s monotony; a flirting moment of humor, or cynicism, or clever insight into a day that I could probably describe in great detail to you a week before it happens.
If I should ever develop the skill required to harness one of these illusive little buggers for more than a nano-second, I promise to share them with everyone! I am confident that you would enjoy them as I do, with slight smug smile planted at one corner of your mouth, giving others the impression that you have just passed gas. And they wouldn't be completely wrong, but these kind of farts only stink-up our brain.
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everyone = the 3 people that visit this site.
I’d hate to disturb everyone.
check out pictures from this year's first-annual, what-a-novel-idea-let's-get-drunk-and-have-a-bbq-on-Labor-Day-weekend bbq:
(...and yes, the first-annual, soon to be tradional, always sexy, Hairiest Butt-Crack shot has been included for your enjoyment)
While jamming-out on my ‘Pod during my commute this morning, imagine my surprise when I discovered that not a single f*ing song in Dookie had been assigned a star? wa-what?
This just goes to show that technology is only as good as the retard that controls it. Color me retarded! Here I thought that I had star-rated most all songs in most of my albums... at least the ones that count. What a travesty! Imagine how many hours I’ve spent listening to a “smart” playlist on my ‘Pod, assuming that it was shuffling and sorting through all of my favorite songs, when in fact it wasn’t. No Dookie? I’ve been misled!
Ha! I guess I showed you Mr. Smarty-pants Steve Jobs. I guess I proved that your smart playlists really aren’t that smart, are they?
(As a geeky failsafe measure, I’m gonna update my genre & star-rated playlists to also include songs with a minimum play count of…20?)