The scuppernong variety is on the left -
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Scuppernong
To borrow from my friend Rebecca, today's 'Sunshine of the day' was finding Muscadine Scuppernongs at the grocery. We ate these ALL the time growing up and I had actually forgotten about them. Man are they delicious.....if you get a chance, try them. Yum
The scuppernong variety is on the left -
The scuppernong variety is on the left -
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Locker room conversation
Overheard this week while in the gym locker room.
Two older Jewish gentlemen.
Man1: "I don't know how much longer we can take this as a nation."
Man2: "Mmmmm"
Man1: "If we don't make more changes soon then there won't be anything left for our kids and their kids"
Man2: "MmmHmmm"
Man1: "Well at least my parents are still voting and their vote counts up north"
Man2: "Your parents are still alive?"
Man1: "Well they are still voting. They didn't change their registration when the moved down here"
Man2: "How old are they? That's amazing they are still around"
Man1: "Well I didn't say they were still around, I just said they were still voting.....you know what I mean"
Man2: "Ohhhh I hear ya. I get it"
Man1: "I mean, might as well right? They worked their whole life, their voice deserves to still be heard"
Man2: "I hear ya. You know what, I see nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all"
Man1: "Yea, well we have to do something. I feel good knowing their voice can still be heard. You know they deserve it".
Two older Jewish gentlemen.
Man1: "I don't know how much longer we can take this as a nation."
Man2: "Mmmmm"
Man1: "If we don't make more changes soon then there won't be anything left for our kids and their kids"
Man2: "MmmHmmm"
Man1: "Well at least my parents are still voting and their vote counts up north"
Man2: "Your parents are still alive?"
Man1: "Well they are still voting. They didn't change their registration when the moved down here"
Man2: "How old are they? That's amazing they are still around"
Man1: "Well I didn't say they were still around, I just said they were still voting.....you know what I mean"
Man2: "Ohhhh I hear ya. I get it"
Man1: "I mean, might as well right? They worked their whole life, their voice deserves to still be heard"
Man2: "I hear ya. You know what, I see nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all"
Man1: "Yea, well we have to do something. I feel good knowing their voice can still be heard. You know they deserve it".
Friday, July 31, 2009
My food train
Erin and I went and saw Food Inc. tonight. I really thought I would have had to wait until video, because obviously there is not enough demand in Jacksonville for this kind of scatological rhetoric (as obviously referenced by the two perturbed couples in front of us that walked out 20 min. into the show)
Thanks to the San Marco Theater , Erin and I were able to enjoy some nachos and a pale ale, while watching. The movie was really well done. Really well produced. Really well executed. It did a good job of putting this entire food crisis that our nation is in, into a obtainable package, without the Michael Moore scare tactics.
The film nicely highlighted the importance of eating organic, supporting local agriculture, being your own advocate, etc etc. It was ushered by the eloquent Michael Pollan (read all his books),
and included interviews by Americas farmers, corn councils, and even the Kevin's Law mom. The one thing that I don't feel like it illustrated was just how difficult it is to live this lifestyle. It hinted at this when during one scene a gentleman commented that he drove 300 miles to get to a farm to purchase chickens that were raised in a truly all natural environment.
The fact is that, it's HARD. Especially in the smaller cities of our nation. It's usually out the way to access these healthy choices. It's expensive, and overwhelming. But it's important, even one step at a time. Here are some resources to help you out. I'm no expert on this, but I love talking about it. If you have questions or even want to argue, please write me. I'd love to chat.
10 Steps you can do now
Localharvest.org - great resource for finding local CSA's, Farmers Markets, and Co-ops
Slow food - Promotes local food choices and eating in local tradition
Your dollars are what can make a difference. If we demand change every day, with our dollars, with what we put in our stomachs, we can make a difference.
Thanks to the San Marco Theater , Erin and I were able to enjoy some nachos and a pale ale, while watching. The movie was really well done. Really well produced. Really well executed. It did a good job of putting this entire food crisis that our nation is in, into a obtainable package, without the Michael Moore scare tactics.
The film nicely highlighted the importance of eating organic, supporting local agriculture, being your own advocate, etc etc. It was ushered by the eloquent Michael Pollan (read all his books),
and included interviews by Americas farmers, corn councils, and even the Kevin's Law mom. The one thing that I don't feel like it illustrated was just how difficult it is to live this lifestyle. It hinted at this when during one scene a gentleman commented that he drove 300 miles to get to a farm to purchase chickens that were raised in a truly all natural environment.
The fact is that, it's HARD. Especially in the smaller cities of our nation. It's usually out the way to access these healthy choices. It's expensive, and overwhelming. But it's important, even one step at a time. Here are some resources to help you out. I'm no expert on this, but I love talking about it. If you have questions or even want to argue, please write me. I'd love to chat.
10 Steps you can do now
Localharvest.org - great resource for finding local CSA's, Farmers Markets, and Co-ops
Slow food - Promotes local food choices and eating in local tradition
Your dollars are what can make a difference. If we demand change every day, with our dollars, with what we put in our stomachs, we can make a difference.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Don't spoil dinner!!
The calorie tracking is going good. I've been spot on since about July 7th.
Until this last Wednesday. I'm not going to label it food poisoning, because the food at Gumbo Ya Ya's was really good. No one else got sick, and some people even had what I ordered. I can say though, without doubt, that my body rejected the seafood gumbo. By midnight, I was orally removing it all. Not pleasant.
This took me out of schedule for about a good 48 hours. No exercise, no calorie counting. Lot's of couch laying. As of yesterday I'm feeling much better. I went to the gym and did a swim workout, which was my first in about 10 months. It was really nice - so much so I'll be incorporating that into my cross training at least once a week for now.
The point of this blog though is that since the sickness I've noticed my inability to consume my normal caloric intake. Erin reminded me that my stomach probably shrunk from the heaving, which I never put together. This new restricted intake has been interesting; I feel full very quickly and am content. It was troubling the first few meals, as I tried to get it all in, but once I realized why, it became a pleasant surprise. Sooo, all this had me thinking of what I'm sure most of us heard growing up. "Don't spoil your dinner". This was often said in the late afternoon while dinner was just starting to be prepared. It's hardwired into me now to not eat within 4 hours of dinner, at least, and then have a BIG meal. This new stomach restriction has made me realize how detrimental this harwired code has been for me and possibly the nation at large!!!
It's ok to eat every few hours. In fact it's good for you, as long as you can contain yourself with regard to portion control. So, I will spend this next week re-wiring myself to try and go with this new intake limitation. Let's see if it sticks or if I slowly ramp back up my calories. It will be hard to get my caloric needs, but I'm up for the challenge.
It's definitely worth pondering though. We will have kids soon, and when we do so, we will be responsible for setting the patterns in their life. That's a big deal. Let's hope all this new found awareness will help our next generation avoid the diet related diseases (obesity, diabetes, hypertension, heart disease, etc.).
Until this last Wednesday. I'm not going to label it food poisoning, because the food at Gumbo Ya Ya's was really good. No one else got sick, and some people even had what I ordered. I can say though, without doubt, that my body rejected the seafood gumbo. By midnight, I was orally removing it all. Not pleasant.
This took me out of schedule for about a good 48 hours. No exercise, no calorie counting. Lot's of couch laying. As of yesterday I'm feeling much better. I went to the gym and did a swim workout, which was my first in about 10 months. It was really nice - so much so I'll be incorporating that into my cross training at least once a week for now.
The point of this blog though is that since the sickness I've noticed my inability to consume my normal caloric intake. Erin reminded me that my stomach probably shrunk from the heaving, which I never put together. This new restricted intake has been interesting; I feel full very quickly and am content. It was troubling the first few meals, as I tried to get it all in, but once I realized why, it became a pleasant surprise. Sooo, all this had me thinking of what I'm sure most of us heard growing up. "Don't spoil your dinner". This was often said in the late afternoon while dinner was just starting to be prepared. It's hardwired into me now to not eat within 4 hours of dinner, at least, and then have a BIG meal. This new stomach restriction has made me realize how detrimental this harwired code has been for me and possibly the nation at large!!!
It's ok to eat every few hours. In fact it's good for you, as long as you can contain yourself with regard to portion control. So, I will spend this next week re-wiring myself to try and go with this new intake limitation. Let's see if it sticks or if I slowly ramp back up my calories. It will be hard to get my caloric needs, but I'm up for the challenge.
It's definitely worth pondering though. We will have kids soon, and when we do so, we will be responsible for setting the patterns in their life. That's a big deal. Let's hope all this new found awareness will help our next generation avoid the diet related diseases (obesity, diabetes, hypertension, heart disease, etc.).
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Oaty licious pancakes
Over the past 2 weeks I've begun tracking my calorie intake. While a friend was recently in town (Jimmy) he was helping my figure out my Basal Metabolic Rate (BMR). Mine happens to be around 2270. This means I need to put in 2,270 wholesome calories in order to break even with what my body burns doing daily activity.
If I workout that day, then I add however many calories that workout burned. That would be to stay at my current weight. To lose weight, I eat a little lest, and to gain wait....well you get the picture.
I'm using myfitnesspal.com to do all these calculations. It's pretty interesting to start learning what nutritional and caloric value is in my daily food. I have found myself drastically altering what I am normally eating in order to get in my goals. Which are the following:
Calories: 2400
Carbs: 300
Fat: 53
Protein: 180
Sugar: 53
Fiber: 40
As you can imagine, the fat and sugar are easy to get. The calories and protein however aren't.
I found a recipe this morning for oaty pancakes and here's the recipe. For a healthy pancake alternative, they were pretty darn good.
Dry Ingrdients:
2/3 Cup Old fashioned Oatmeal (not instant)
1/3 Bobs five grain rolled hot cereal
many sprinkles of cinnamon
1 tbsp Baking soda
dash of salt
Wet:
2 whole eggs
1/2 cup soy milk
Nutritional Content:
Calories: 535
Cabrs: 30
Fat: 18
Protein: 29
Sugar: 5
Fiber: 12
Makes 7 pancakes (1/4 in size each)
Yum
If I workout that day, then I add however many calories that workout burned. That would be to stay at my current weight. To lose weight, I eat a little lest, and to gain wait....well you get the picture.
I'm using myfitnesspal.com to do all these calculations. It's pretty interesting to start learning what nutritional and caloric value is in my daily food. I have found myself drastically altering what I am normally eating in order to get in my goals. Which are the following:
Calories: 2400
Carbs: 300
Fat: 53
Protein: 180
Sugar: 53
Fiber: 40
As you can imagine, the fat and sugar are easy to get. The calories and protein however aren't.
I found a recipe this morning for oaty pancakes and here's the recipe. For a healthy pancake alternative, they were pretty darn good.
Dry Ingrdients:
2/3 Cup Old fashioned Oatmeal (not instant)
1/3 Bobs five grain rolled hot cereal
many sprinkles of cinnamon
1 tbsp Baking soda
dash of salt
Wet:
2 whole eggs
1/2 cup soy milk
Nutritional Content:
Calories: 535
Cabrs: 30
Fat: 18
Protein: 29
Sugar: 5
Fiber: 12
Makes 7 pancakes (1/4 in size each)
Yum
Friday, June 12, 2009
Honolulu Marathon 05
This is an oldie but a goodie. I found this on an old site of mine and thought I'd repost it here.
At 2:15 AM my alarm went off on December 11, 2005.
It was still dark.
Then I met this other guy from AIDS Marathon who trained in LA on Saturday mornings in
Here comes Diamondhead. What we trained every Saturday for. We had to run up this hill or a hill which we were told was similar to this one. Luckily the day before I had beaten the hill with a training run which quickly de-mystified any eerie thoughts we had. I was prepared and I charged it. I dominated it. I was passing people. Things were good.
I got to the top and began my decent…this was only the beginning. The sun was just coming up. This was still the early part. My next stage I was looking forward too was my second large cheering section. It happens at mile 11. I hear it coming. 100 AIDS marathon “cheerleaders” were under an expressway and their chants and shouts seemed to reverberate through my body. It made me stronger and I was 11 miles into the race. This was great. I saw mom and dad…I saw my coach and my friends. Nice.
What I didn’t prepare for was to come. I began the trek through Aina Haina. It could be compared to
At this point I was running right next to the lane which I would soon be coming back towards the finish line on. And I began to see the Keyans and the Russians. The abnormally skinny people that run at an average of 13 mph for the ENTIRE race. They finish about the time I am getting to my half marathon….no…actually before that. 2:10. Then they are done. But whatever…they were trained for it. They live for it…it’s their job. I have a job and it’s not to run. So I cheer and I mean it. I clap and I care.
This road is till going. Victory Blvd. you’ve met your match. Ohh…they have sponges that are soaked in ice water. Maybe just a little on my head. Yes! That feels nice. Excellent. I’m back. Sweet….this is good. I’m fine. I’m still by myself. I see other AIDS Marathoners…and I clap for them. I yell their name (we all wrote them on our jersey’s).
I think I see the turnaround. It’s SOOO close. HEHEHE. Then I can go back…and I’ll see my cheering section (they’ll just cross the street from mile eleven and be at mile 22 when I come back by there). Oh….but there’s Hawaii Kai. Wait. Why are we turning left? Damn it’s hot. Crap…maybe another sponge. Yeah…and I’ll stretch a little on my next walk break. That’ll do.
Still by myself. So…we are running around a lake…and it’s HOT. Now it’s just hot. No cloud cover…I’ve sweated out a lot. I’ve drank a lot of fluids…and I’ve eaten GU (a viscous substance containing 100 calories, some sodium, some electrolytes, and masked with vanilla flavoring. I pretend it’s good.) Hey there’s a lady running with her dog. I like dogs. Now I am hot and I wish there were some more people I knew. Ok…I have circled this lake, now when am I going to wrap back around. I should be getting back to the “urban landscape” where I can suffer some more…because mile 22 is somewhere. Why am I not seeing this!! Hey there’s Adam. Adam? Adam??>!!?!? Adam left like 20 min behind me. How is he ahead of me? What? Oh my. No…I’m happy for him. Yeah. I’m happy. But why am I behind. Despair begins to set in.
But there’s no day like today right? Believe. I’m the only one here. I just have to believe…be strong. Keep pushing. More sponges. Sponges and ice water. All over. Now I don’t care. I’m really soaked. Even though the water stops come every 2 miles I seem to dry up and create this salt like compound on my arms that could easily be used for exfoliant. Hey, I could bottle this. Maybe I need salt. You know if you drink too much water you can over-hydrate (hyponatremia). That’s the runners fear. That’s our big danger. Am I drinking to much water? Shit. Hey…I can lick my arm. Mmm…salty. Does that work? Can I recycle my own sodium. That would be efficient.
Hey!!! There’s mile 18. Wait a min. I am already headed back. I’ve left Hawaii Kai. I am on my way back through the urban jungle. HAHA. MORE ENERGY> I am on my way back. Those people weren’t ahead of me. YIPPEE.
I am still by myself. Hey there’s Robert. He’s 65 and I just caught up to him. He’s slowed down. Ok…I can still make it in like 4:40 min….i just gotta keep pushing it. Why are my hamstrings so tight…weird. Tighter than they’ve ever beeen. Eww. My heel hurts too….my friend got a hairline fracture in his heel….I hope I don’t have it. Robert just stopped to pee. Ok. I can’t keep this pace. I’ll slow down a little. Maybe run for 5 min and walk for 2 instead of 6/1. Ohh I don’t know. Everything hurts. OK. I’m still running. Hey….is that Kevin? How did I catch up to him?
“KEVIN!!! How u doing”. “Not good man…” “Sorry to hear that….this weather’s rough….keep it up.” “Hey Dave, wanna take a walk break with me for a min.?” Kevin needs help. “Yeah man…I’ll walk. I could use it.” (Which I could)
“What’s going on” I said. “I don’t know….I am seeing spots, it’s weird. I feel a little dizzy.” “Kev, you need salt man.” “I know…I keep licking my arm but I don’t think its helping” he said. “Hey…I tried that. OK, let’s get you some salt. My parents are at 22 and they have some Pineapple”. “You keep going Dave, seriously keep going. Don’t wait”. Crap…now I don’t feel good. Is it sympathy? I think I have to crap. Oh boy…I just threw out the TP I had when I was looking for salt. Hmm…I might just have to go on the side of the road. “I’ll cover you if you need to go dave”. “Oh…thanks…I’ll let you know”. Hm..I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I mean there weren’t quotation marks right? How did he hear me? Maybe I need salt.
Suddenly an AIDS Marathon Staff member joins us and sees the distress. She is nice enough to run ahead and fetch some salt for Kevin. He tells me to go on. Yeah…I need to keep pushing. So I do. Besides I have to look good in front of the ‘rents. So 22 gets closer and there’s the cheering section. It feels good but not as good as 11. I think my adrenaline reserve is running out. Hey there are my parents. My dad is videoing and my mom offers me pineapple. I grab a piece. It tastes like crap. No, I don’t want another piece. I gotta keep going. Can’t walk for too long. “Thanks!!”
Now I’m past Kahala and on my way back to
Out of nowhere Kevin come up with this black guy named
Ok….lets just keep it nice and slow boys. We run. We run and run. There are people in there front yards with hoses. Spraying us down. Ahhhhhhh.
“Kevin we have to get in under 5 hours. We have to.” Ok we have 15 min to run a little over 1.4 miles. We have to run. Let’s step it up. “You guys go, I won’t be able to, I’m fine with coming in a little over 5 hours” says
We take off. We have come down diamond head. We are waiting to see the chute. The 1 kilometer that is the final stretch. Kevin when we see the finish line we are sprinting. It’s 4:54….where is the finish line. Argh…..
We aren’t even speaking. How are my legs doing this? THERE IT IS. “I think I see it Kevin…let’s kick it up”. We sprint. I have never dug so deep. This was everything I had. I laid it out. Each stride I was leaving a little of myself on the pavement. Push this. Push yourself! Why??? Because….because…..prove it to yourself. Push it. Do it for you Cohen. It’s for you. 6 Months of training. “6 months of training”…I muttered to Kevin. We are passing people. Breath control is on max. In and out. Spittle flying everywhere. Don’t even care. 4:56………run.
Here it is….the finish line….all these people. We’re flying. “Thank you for running” “Thanks for your efforts” “Thanks for your money”….what’s that mean…..oh my god….did that guy have aids….did he just thank me. Here it us. Don’t look at your watch….take your hat and glasses off david. Remember look up for your finishing photo….don’t worry about your time. Forget about your watch. “Kevin put your arms up!!!” Smile….you just did it. You just crossed. “Kevin….we did it”.
We stagger into these enormous showers……anything….must cool down. Where do we go? There are so many people here. Hey, there’s john. “Kevin there’s John”. He’s talking and I hear some of it. I said to Kevin “Hey Kev…am I pale?” “Uh yeah…let’s get you to the tent”. At this point John (Kevin’s partner) is holding me up…trying to get to the AIDS marathon hospitality tent. There’s my mom. She sees it….but I’m safe. There is a triage unit…I’ll get fixed.
About 45 min. 3 or 4 ice packs and 2 good purgings later I keep down a bag of pretzels….now I’m hungry. And it’s all settling in. Hehe. Wow. That was a new extreme. I broke my own rules and set new physical boundaries.
Uh oh….I asked my mom to call
So thanks to all of you that started on this journey with me. Thanks to all of you who supported me financially and emotionally. You were all part of this journey and you were with me on Sunday. Thank to everyone who tracked me….every time I crossed a time strip I thought of all of you and thanked you. Mostly…thanks to my family….and my friends….and my girlfriend. Who every Saturday peeked her head up to make sure I made it out the door by 6:15 for training. Now I get my Saturday’s back!!! What will I do with those. Maybe I’ll start biking. Kidding
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TNT ORSBCC
10K: 01:05:48
Half
30K: 03:21:20
Gun Time: 05:05:28
Finish Time: 04:57:48
Place Overall: 7691
Place Men: 5242
Place Men 25-29: 594
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Ipod on shuffle
I've got a 30gb Ipod classic. It's about 10gb full right now, which is a lot of music. Most of the time I leave it on shuffle and what's weird is I'm not always happy with the selections. Most of you might think that's odd because it IS all my music. But moods come and go, and it usually doesn't match up quite right. However, when it does, oh how glorious it is.
This afternoon, after a day by the pool, I decided to wash our cars. I was in the driveway with my Ipod playing through my car. It was set on shuffle and it was just perfect. It somehow knew what I needed....
Ben Harper
Relentless 7
Stevie Ray Vaughn
and Radiohead.
Perfect mix.
This afternoon, after a day by the pool, I decided to wash our cars. I was in the driveway with my Ipod playing through my car. It was set on shuffle and it was just perfect. It somehow knew what I needed....
Ben Harper
Relentless 7
Stevie Ray Vaughn
and Radiohead.
Perfect mix.
IPA
I don't know why, but I've never been into IPA beer before. I've tried it a few times, more than a few actually. Muddy Buddy always serves Red Hook IPA in the post-race beer garden, and even a tap served, ice cold one after a romp in the mud didn't do it for me.
Like most things though, I think they just take time to appreciate. The same thing occurred with scotch for me, and then bourbon. I bought a bottle (one recommended to me from a friend who knew their spirits) and got through the whole thing before passing judgment. It took me months, but by the end of the bottle I had really come to look forward to a glass.
So, IPA has now fallen into that category. One I had to work for. When I asked Erin to pick up something fun from Publix she bought a sixer of Full Sail IPA. I worked through that six pack and by the end, really enjoyed it. Maybe it's Florida, maybe its the heat, and maybe it's just my evolving taste buds. I'm now working my way through a six pack of Bell's Two Hearted Ale. Double Yum.
I look forward to all my future finds.
Like most things though, I think they just take time to appreciate. The same thing occurred with scotch for me, and then bourbon. I bought a bottle (one recommended to me from a friend who knew their spirits) and got through the whole thing before passing judgment. It took me months, but by the end of the bottle I had really come to look forward to a glass.
So, IPA has now fallen into that category. One I had to work for. When I asked Erin to pick up something fun from Publix she bought a sixer of Full Sail IPA. I worked through that six pack and by the end, really enjoyed it. Maybe it's Florida, maybe its the heat, and maybe it's just my evolving taste buds. I'm now working my way through a six pack of Bell's Two Hearted Ale. Double Yum.
I look forward to all my future finds.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Chickens, Doves, and Goats
Being home has given me the opportunity to spend a lot more time with my dad. Making up for lost time, I guess you could say.
It's fun to learn new things about someone like your dad, someone that you thought you knew everything about. Funny, because it's the small stuff that makes me smile the most.
I learned for example, when growing up in the Caribbean, he had doves, dogs, cats, goats, turkeys, roosters and chickens. The chickens he loved the most. Someone gave him a a handful for Easter (who does that?!) and he would look after them and collect their eggs. It makes me want chickens one day. Neat.
It's fun to learn new things about someone like your dad, someone that you thought you knew everything about. Funny, because it's the small stuff that makes me smile the most.
I learned for example, when growing up in the Caribbean, he had doves, dogs, cats, goats, turkeys, roosters and chickens. The chickens he loved the most. Someone gave him a a handful for Easter (who does that?!) and he would look after them and collect their eggs. It makes me want chickens one day. Neat.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Peanut butter and fruit loops
You know it's a good day when you go to the bathroom before bed and you find peanut butter behind your ear and a fruit loop in your hair. Wouldn't miss field day for anything.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Mowing Etiquette
Since becoming a homeowner,l I have learned to find joy in yard work. It's the summer now, so Florida pretty much requires you to mow once a week. You have to water constantly and the St. Augustine grass is somewhat ornery.
I've got the mower, blower, and weed whacker. What I haven't figured out yet though is what to do with all the stuff I blow off after a mowing. I use a bag on the mower, so I'm not left with a LOT of clippings, probably the normal amount.
I've watched the professional crews and it looks like they either a) blow it into the middle of the road or across the street into someone else's gutter or b) blow it down the street until eventually, little by little, it gets consumed by all the neighbors yards.
So whats right here? What's proper and nice?
Any thoughts chime in.
I've got the mower, blower, and weed whacker. What I haven't figured out yet though is what to do with all the stuff I blow off after a mowing. I use a bag on the mower, so I'm not left with a LOT of clippings, probably the normal amount.
I've watched the professional crews and it looks like they either a) blow it into the middle of the road or across the street into someone else's gutter or b) blow it down the street until eventually, little by little, it gets consumed by all the neighbors yards.
So whats right here? What's proper and nice?
Any thoughts chime in.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Averaging In
Ever since we moved to Florida I've been seeing a chiropractor to try and kick this bum back. It's been great and it's helped quite a bit. Part of the Chiro's orders were to slow up on the workouts AND NO RUNNING. This was tough for me - running is a sort of my 'therapy'. I got through it and continued to do the the ChaLean Extreme program. I got through 3/4 of it before I had to leave for Europe, at which point everything even closely related to healthy living halted.
Upon my return I considered finishing the ChaLean program, but since I was SO far from being in the zone I figured it wouldn't do much good.
So I've elected to start a classic round of P90X again. I was reading Straight Dope,which is Steve Edwards blog, and he brought up a really interesting theory about getting back into training. It helped me see that I take a very "gung ho" attitude about working out - which often left me totally burned out early on and even promoted injury and back flare up.
So I'm two days in to the program and already I can feel myself being much, much more aware of my body. I'm giving my back reprieve on all the exercises where I previously jumped into without regard.
I can feel my body responding well. It's obvious that I am not in as good of condition as before my last tri (post P90x). I am however responding much quicker than my initial round of training (over a year ago). I'll post some continual updates as to how things are coming along. It's definitely a commitment, 6 days a week @ 60-80 min per workout. I'd like to get back into Tri shape - and might get there by the end of this current season....we shall see though.
Upon my return I considered finishing the ChaLean program, but since I was SO far from being in the zone I figured it wouldn't do much good.
So I've elected to start a classic round of P90X again. I was reading Straight Dope,which is Steve Edwards blog, and he brought up a really interesting theory about getting back into training. It helped me see that I take a very "gung ho" attitude about working out - which often left me totally burned out early on and even promoted injury and back flare up.
So I'm two days in to the program and already I can feel myself being much, much more aware of my body. I'm giving my back reprieve on all the exercises where I previously jumped into without regard.
I can feel my body responding well. It's obvious that I am not in as good of condition as before my last tri (post P90x). I am however responding much quicker than my initial round of training (over a year ago). I'll post some continual updates as to how things are coming along. It's definitely a commitment, 6 days a week @ 60-80 min per workout. I'd like to get back into Tri shape - and might get there by the end of this current season....we shall see though.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
B-day weekend
First b-day back in Jax = Fantastic. Here's a quick run down of my weekend activities.
Friday - started out lame. Got better with evening plans. Erin and I went to Pastiche, which is by FAR my favorite restaurant in Jax. It's less than a mile from my house and it's owned by this local couple, who are always there. They have a seasonal menu and use mostly all local or seasonal ingredients. Afterward we went to the Five Points Theater which is an old night club and fixture of Jacksonville. It's now a movie theater and gets the more independent shows. We saw Sunshine Cleaners, which was fantastic.
Saturday - We woke up and took Charlie out to the Riverside Arts Market which was so fun. All local vendors showing their wares for sale. The weather was good and the people were great. It made me remember what southern hospitality is all about. As we were walking out we passed a cop who was holding traffic for people to cross the street and she had a beignet in her hand. Turns out someone had bought one for her. Love it. Following we went to our neighbors kids 1 year old birthday party and then had my entire family over for dinner. Erin did SUCH a good job of entertaining for everyone. It was so nice for me to have all them over having a good time.
Sunday - We went to my niece's soccer game this afternoon and I have the farmers tan to prove it. It was adorable to see all these little girls being competitive with each other. For a moment, I thought I might be able to handle a daughter :) That evening we joined our group of friends for some dinner at Bistro AIX. Company was fantastic but the food was less than. Skip that place and head to pastiche.
Such a fulfilling weekend. I am totally fuelled up and ready for this week. We are going to see Ray Lamontagne in concert on Tuesday - I'll be sure to post my thoughts about that guy. Ha.
Friday - started out lame. Got better with evening plans. Erin and I went to Pastiche, which is by FAR my favorite restaurant in Jax. It's less than a mile from my house and it's owned by this local couple, who are always there. They have a seasonal menu and use mostly all local or seasonal ingredients. Afterward we went to the Five Points Theater which is an old night club and fixture of Jacksonville. It's now a movie theater and gets the more independent shows. We saw Sunshine Cleaners, which was fantastic.
Saturday - We woke up and took Charlie out to the Riverside Arts Market which was so fun. All local vendors showing their wares for sale. The weather was good and the people were great. It made me remember what southern hospitality is all about. As we were walking out we passed a cop who was holding traffic for people to cross the street and she had a beignet in her hand. Turns out someone had bought one for her. Love it. Following we went to our neighbors kids 1 year old birthday party and then had my entire family over for dinner. Erin did SUCH a good job of entertaining for everyone. It was so nice for me to have all them over having a good time.
Sunday - We went to my niece's soccer game this afternoon and I have the farmers tan to prove it. It was adorable to see all these little girls being competitive with each other. For a moment, I thought I might be able to handle a daughter :) That evening we joined our group of friends for some dinner at Bistro AIX. Company was fantastic but the food was less than. Skip that place and head to pastiche.
Such a fulfilling weekend. I am totally fuelled up and ready for this week. We are going to see Ray Lamontagne in concert on Tuesday - I'll be sure to post my thoughts about that guy. Ha.
Friday, April 24, 2009
another fav
This was shot in Gouda, Holland. The thing I like about this picture is the saturation of color as well as the perspective. The camera was completely level, which just shows you the pitch at which some of these buildings set. 
Sunday, April 19, 2009
my big return
Things seem to be getting back to normal after our return from Europe. I've posted an album of Europe pics on my facebook page and Erin is doing an amazing job of recounting the days through her blog. I'm spending this weekend crammed inside a classroom for my Real Estate intensive review. I take the state test on Tuesday.... we shall see.
I have to admit that my fitness suffered horribly while in Europe. Day one started great with a little Tony Horton Hotel Room workout - but then I got sick. Like, make it through the day and get into bed sick. It lasted until about the last four days, which Erin and I spent traveling through Belgium. Those days were filled with beer and patat frittes, which does not leave one excited to do squats.
SO - tomorrow - MONDAY - marks the beginning of hopping back on the train. I was about 75% through the ChaLean Extreme program before we left - so i'm going to back up about a week and jump in. Hopefully that extra week will give my body the time it needs for muscle memory to kick in. I do know that the fact our diet has resumed has helped the body quite a bit. No more need for a 2pm nap.
I have to admit that my fitness suffered horribly while in Europe. Day one started great with a little Tony Horton Hotel Room workout - but then I got sick. Like, make it through the day and get into bed sick. It lasted until about the last four days, which Erin and I spent traveling through Belgium. Those days were filled with beer and patat frittes, which does not leave one excited to do squats.
SO - tomorrow - MONDAY - marks the beginning of hopping back on the train. I was about 75% through the ChaLean Extreme program before we left - so i'm going to back up about a week and jump in. Hopefully that extra week will give my body the time it needs for muscle memory to kick in. I do know that the fact our diet has resumed has helped the body quite a bit. No more need for a 2pm nap.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Mr. Canal Boat Man
Erin and I stood in line on a sunny Easter Monday in Brugges, Belgium. I wanted to take a canal boat tour of the city being that it is known as the Venice of Northern Europe. We stood in a line about 10 deep and waited our turn to purchase tickets.
As we got to the front of the line we were greeted by the ticket taker with whom we exchanged pleasantries. He spoke very good English, so I engaged him with a common question of, "How is your day going?"
He sat back in his chair, seemingly disregarding the line behind us and this was his answer:
"Well.....I recently went to the Dr. and found out I was diagnosed with cancer and my girlfriend was in an auto accident this weekend".
Erin and I just stood and stared, almost waiting for the punch line....and there wasn't one. "Oh, wow, I'm so sorry. Well, I guess it'll just be two tickets then please..."
I'm not sure if this guy was having some fun or if this really was his fate. Either way, my condolences go out to you Mr. Canal boat man.
As we got to the front of the line we were greeted by the ticket taker with whom we exchanged pleasantries. He spoke very good English, so I engaged him with a common question of, "How is your day going?"
He sat back in his chair, seemingly disregarding the line behind us and this was his answer:
"Well.....I recently went to the Dr. and found out I was diagnosed with cancer and my girlfriend was in an auto accident this weekend".
Erin and I just stood and stared, almost waiting for the punch line....and there wasn't one. "Oh, wow, I'm so sorry. Well, I guess it'll just be two tickets then please..."
I'm not sure if this guy was having some fun or if this really was his fate. Either way, my condolences go out to you Mr. Canal boat man.
Top 20 Dining
I realized, while eating at a fabulous restaurant in Brugges, Belgium, that I've had an extraordinary number of gastronomically stimulating meals. This has motivated me to start a top 20 list.
This list will be in no particular order
It will be updated as needed
Dates will be included from this point forward but all past meals listed will be estimated.
1. Christophe - Brugges, Belgium Garenmarkt 34 (4-13-09)
2. Noe - 251 S Olive St, Los Angeles www.noerestaurant.com (multiple dates 2006 - 2008)
3. Katsu-Ya - 11680 Ventura Blvd, Studio City, CA (multiple dates 2006 - 2008)
4. Victoria & Alberts - Grand Floridian Hotel, Walt Disney World, 4401 Grand Floridian, Orlando (2-11-09)
5. Pastiche - 4260 Herschel St, Jax (www.mypastiche.com) (02/ 2009)
6.....tbd
This list will be in no particular order
It will be updated as needed
Dates will be included from this point forward but all past meals listed will be estimated.
1. Christophe - Brugges, Belgium Garenmarkt 34 (4-13-09)
2. Noe - 251 S Olive St, Los Angeles www.noerestaurant.com (multiple dates 2006 - 2008)
3. Katsu-Ya - 11680 Ventura Blvd, Studio City, CA (multiple dates 2006 - 2008)
4. Victoria & Alberts - Grand Floridian Hotel, Walt Disney World, 4401 Grand Floridian, Orlando (2-11-09)
5. Pastiche - 4260 Herschel St, Jax (www.mypastiche.com) (02/ 2009)
6.....tbd
Friday, April 10, 2009
computer withdrawl
So we are now 8 days into our europe trip. We have one internet connection that has to be shared AND the modem has to be reset when we switch from mac's to PC's. This, along with our packed schedules of 8AM to 8PM 'things to do' leave me with very little time to be on the ol' laptop.
This has allowed me to realize how much I rely on this thing for communication. I haven't been withdrawing per se, but I definitely have noticed.
Erin and I are heading to Antwerp tomorrow for one night and then to Brugges for two nights. We are both looking forward to a little alone time. :)
I've posted some photos on facebook but i'm attaching one of my favorites here. Erin and family got me an early b-day present - a new lens. It's a canon 24-70 EF 2.8. Pretty sweet - and i'm having a field day over here with it.
This has allowed me to realize how much I rely on this thing for communication. I haven't been withdrawing per se, but I definitely have noticed.
Erin and I are heading to Antwerp tomorrow for one night and then to Brugges for two nights. We are both looking forward to a little alone time. :)
I've posted some photos on facebook but i'm attaching one of my favorites here. Erin and family got me an early b-day present - a new lens. It's a canon 24-70 EF 2.8. Pretty sweet - and i'm having a field day over here with it.
Monday, March 30, 2009
crack and a boom
Two nights ago Erin and I had dinner at my sisters house. We had just picked Lisa and family up from her trip to Europe and decided to all go to Deb's to have some grub. We all sat and chatted about their trip, the baby (my sisters), our upcoming trip to europe, march madness, the dow and so on.
Right before we left the bottom dropped out. Huge cracks of thunder, and lightning that lit up the whole neighborhood. As Erin and I were driving home we had to cross the river at a point where it's 1 mile wide. We got to watch this thunderstorm roll in as we drove over the St. Johns and lightning surged sideways like veins through the sky. It was so comforting for some reason. We got home and Charlie was a bit freaked out - he couldn't understand why the lights outside kept coming on and off.
I tell you what though, my head hit my pillow, and I don't remember ever sleeping so soundly.
Right before we left the bottom dropped out. Huge cracks of thunder, and lightning that lit up the whole neighborhood. As Erin and I were driving home we had to cross the river at a point where it's 1 mile wide. We got to watch this thunderstorm roll in as we drove over the St. Johns and lightning surged sideways like veins through the sky. It was so comforting for some reason. We got home and Charlie was a bit freaked out - he couldn't understand why the lights outside kept coming on and off.
I tell you what though, my head hit my pillow, and I don't remember ever sleeping so soundly.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
the nasty face
I made a facebook/twitter assertion the other day about not understanding my complete ignorance of Stevie Ray Vaughn's brilliance.
I'm home today, doing home things, and I've got it playing through the house. It's actually ridiculous how good it is and it makes me a bit mad that I had no knowledge of this man's music. Sure, I'd heard the name....but are you even kidding?
I guess I'm mad on two levels. One - that I'd been starved of the perma-nasty-face it gives me. Two - that all of you out there, who call yourselves my friends, who are as passionate as I am about music, didn't mention this!!!!
I had to wait until a blues playing, deep south, real estate teacher named Steven Walt mentioned in class on day how good it was. I had to hear it from someone else. Don't you know this is the cardinal rule in relationships?! Just tell me yourself - sure, I'll be dissapointed but at least you were honest with me. Sinners
Miffed and Flustered,
Dave
I'm home today, doing home things, and I've got it playing through the house. It's actually ridiculous how good it is and it makes me a bit mad that I had no knowledge of this man's music. Sure, I'd heard the name....but are you even kidding?
I guess I'm mad on two levels. One - that I'd been starved of the perma-nasty-face it gives me. Two - that all of you out there, who call yourselves my friends, who are as passionate as I am about music, didn't mention this!!!!
I had to wait until a blues playing, deep south, real estate teacher named Steven Walt mentioned in class on day how good it was. I had to hear it from someone else. Don't you know this is the cardinal rule in relationships?! Just tell me yourself - sure, I'll be dissapointed but at least you were honest with me. Sinners
Miffed and Flustered,
Dave
Monday, March 23, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Cycle Jax
Yesterday afternoon/evening I went on a local bike ride with a group I found on meetup.com (Thanks Moretz!). This road bike group is comprised of mostly women who live to cycle.
It had been about three months since I'd mounted my two wheeled friend and man-o-shevitz did it feel great. Thursday night in Jax is bridge night. All the local cycle shops have their own groups that come out and do bridge loops over the Acosta bridge and back. It ended up being about a 25 mile ride total.
It felt so good to stretch my legs and let them do their thing. I was a bit worried that I might have forgotten how to ride (silly, I know). It actually felt like slipping into an old comfortable pair of shoes.
A shout out goes to my canadian friend Dee who hung with me when I got a flat. Great people, and I look forward to heading back out.
It had been about three months since I'd mounted my two wheeled friend and man-o-shevitz did it feel great. Thursday night in Jax is bridge night. All the local cycle shops have their own groups that come out and do bridge loops over the Acosta bridge and back. It ended up being about a 25 mile ride total.
It felt so good to stretch my legs and let them do their thing. I was a bit worried that I might have forgotten how to ride (silly, I know). It actually felt like slipping into an old comfortable pair of shoes.
A shout out goes to my canadian friend Dee who hung with me when I got a flat. Great people, and I look forward to heading back out.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Oooh mau mau
Have you heard? I thought everyone had heard....
We just had a whirlwind couple of days. Most of you read Erin's blog, so you heard what happened on Sunday. Monday morning brought the first part of my real estate exam, which I found out yesterday I passed gloriously. Woohoo.
Our friends Mike and Darlene visited Tuesday for St. Patty's day, and brought their little ______poo. Some poo variant - tiny - 1.5lbs. Pretty funny in contrast with Charlie.
It was nice to have some familiar faces come visit us. It made this place feel a little more alive. :) They just left tonight and we have a couple of days to turn around and red up for the Blake to come visit this weekend. Love being busy.
We just had a whirlwind couple of days. Most of you read Erin's blog, so you heard what happened on Sunday. Monday morning brought the first part of my real estate exam, which I found out yesterday I passed gloriously. Woohoo.
Our friends Mike and Darlene visited Tuesday for St. Patty's day, and brought their little ______poo. Some poo variant - tiny - 1.5lbs. Pretty funny in contrast with Charlie.
It was nice to have some familiar faces come visit us. It made this place feel a little more alive. :) They just left tonight and we have a couple of days to turn around and red up for the Blake to come visit this weekend. Love being busy.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Thin Mints
I just got back from a walk up to Publix. We needed garlic and hamburger buns.
There it was, the girl scout table. I said that I would buy some on the way out. So, as I promised myself I stopped at the table on the way out. There were three people
- a mom with a fanny pack
- Girl #1 in plain clothes
- Girl #2 in the outfit.
I walked up and mom said hi, the other two girls had their backs to me. Mom asked if she could help me, and THEN the girls turned around. I said, of course I'll have to take a box of thin mints. The girl handed me the box and I handed her a $20.
Maybe I'm getting old -
Mom took the money. She began counting out change and I said, don't worry about the .50 (they were 2.50 a box), just give me even change. She fumbled with the money for a while counting out fives and ones.
d: it'll just be 17 in change (and then she handed me 16) oop - one more dollar.
m: oh I know, you messed me up when you said 17.
d: oh yea? I messed you up when I said 17? I get it. Have a nice day.
Problems with the above: The daughters didn't have to deal with money. Mom didn't even know how to deal with money. I'm not great with math, and in fact i hated it until I realized how much fun it is to count money.
What's happening these days? I bet they took credit cards...
There it was, the girl scout table. I said that I would buy some on the way out. So, as I promised myself I stopped at the table on the way out. There were three people
- a mom with a fanny pack
- Girl #1 in plain clothes
- Girl #2 in the outfit.
I walked up and mom said hi, the other two girls had their backs to me. Mom asked if she could help me, and THEN the girls turned around. I said, of course I'll have to take a box of thin mints. The girl handed me the box and I handed her a $20.
Maybe I'm getting old -
Mom took the money. She began counting out change and I said, don't worry about the .50 (they were 2.50 a box), just give me even change. She fumbled with the money for a while counting out fives and ones.
d: it'll just be 17 in change (and then she handed me 16) oop - one more dollar.
m: oh I know, you messed me up when you said 17.
d: oh yea? I messed you up when I said 17? I get it. Have a nice day.
Problems with the above: The daughters didn't have to deal with money. Mom didn't even know how to deal with money. I'm not great with math, and in fact i hated it until I realized how much fun it is to count money.
What's happening these days? I bet they took credit cards...
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Alligator
Don't know why I never posted this before. Clearly one of the better pieces on youtube. I was reminded tonight how much I loved it.
Friday, March 6, 2009
blah blah blah
blah.
since Monday I've been in a real estate sales associate course. 8:30am till 5:30pm.
I know most of America works hours similar to that or longer, but it's the solid 8 hours of a firehose's worth of information in your face. Exhausting.
The content isn't even that hard. Borderline ridiculous? Some of it, yes. It's over Sunday night and then back to life.
I felt obligated to make a contribution to the blog since it's been a while - and much more to come once my brain regains it's ability to think for itself. until then....enjoy your weekend ya'll.
since Monday I've been in a real estate sales associate course. 8:30am till 5:30pm.
I know most of America works hours similar to that or longer, but it's the solid 8 hours of a firehose's worth of information in your face. Exhausting.
The content isn't even that hard. Borderline ridiculous? Some of it, yes. It's over Sunday night and then back to life.
I felt obligated to make a contribution to the blog since it's been a while - and much more to come once my brain regains it's ability to think for itself. until then....enjoy your weekend ya'll.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Stupid TV
24 - why are you so good? Good like a movie.
Last night at the end of the two hour 24 special I found myself with curled up on the couch, having plowed through a bowl of stove top, with our living room blanket corner in my mouth. It's that good.
Last night at the end of the two hour 24 special I found myself with curled up on the couch, having plowed through a bowl of stove top, with our living room blanket corner in my mouth. It's that good.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
The 48 Laws of the South
I was sitting in a closing today with my dad and we were waiting on some reprints of paperwork, while chatting with one of the loan officers from the bank. The banker asked if we were going to be purchasing lots of other properties like this one? My dad said yes, and launched into this diatribe of what we were looking at and where and for how much.
I felt this swell inside of me, it was knee jerk, and I had to stop myself from saying, what are you doing?! He doesn't need to know that!
But as I sat and listened I realized that this kind of openness and transparency is what makes small towns small towns and even big towns small towns. It creates all these tiny personal connections, a lot like what linkedin.com tries to achieve, but in person. It's what makes business happen here. It's the lubrication if you will.
I then realized that my time working as a film producer in Los Angeles trained me to be SO cautious about what I say. To rethink everything twice before I said it. Everyone was keeping information from someone else. And why? To feel powerful? To feel more important? To be a douche? If you had a good idea, good enough for someone else to steal then A) You'd be profiting from it as I speak or B) Someone else would have already done it.
I'm definitely going to have to get used to this, but I have a good walking example to learn from. It's definitely a breath of fresh air and it's renewed some of my faith in ethical business practice.
I felt this swell inside of me, it was knee jerk, and I had to stop myself from saying, what are you doing?! He doesn't need to know that!
But as I sat and listened I realized that this kind of openness and transparency is what makes small towns small towns and even big towns small towns. It creates all these tiny personal connections, a lot like what linkedin.com tries to achieve, but in person. It's what makes business happen here. It's the lubrication if you will.
I then realized that my time working as a film producer in Los Angeles trained me to be SO cautious about what I say. To rethink everything twice before I said it. Everyone was keeping information from someone else. And why? To feel powerful? To feel more important? To be a douche? If you had a good idea, good enough for someone else to steal then A) You'd be profiting from it as I speak or B) Someone else would have already done it.
I'm definitely going to have to get used to this, but I have a good walking example to learn from. It's definitely a breath of fresh air and it's renewed some of my faith in ethical business practice.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Kate Monster Vs. Business Monster
In this analogy Kate monster will be everyone out there that has the ability to live paycheck to paycheck and still enjoy life to the absolute fullest.
Business monster will be all those people out there that are go, go, go, and don't ever stop to appreciate life (most of those people don't have pets by the way).
I was standing at the bank today with my dad, setting up a new account for a property, while his phone begins ringing about a closing we have tomorrow. I continue to set up the account and wait for him to get off the phone - as soon as he does we are able to proceed with getting the account set up. We then go talk to the senior commercial lender just to get to know her and his phone rings more (he doesn't pick it up this time). As we stroll outside my dad vents to me about how ridiculous it is that the attorney dealing with the closing we are going to tomorrow is calling NOW to tell us of all this other information he needs BEFORE tomorrow. "Someone's not doing there job, and it really frosts me", he says.
If you've gotten this far then you will be rewarded with the point of my story. I was once a Business monster. Today, while at the bank I saw my dad being a business monster. My wife is more of a Kate monster. This makes coming home a really nice place to be. We have a dog, charlie, and are about to get another (so he has a sister to play with). This makes us a Kate monster family. So my goal is to work hard like a Business monster and play hard like a Kate monster. This shouldn't be too hard to do since I've got my own business and it's with my pops. However, if you ever see me around town being a Business monster, tell me to take a breath and channel my inner Kate monster.
Business monster will be all those people out there that are go, go, go, and don't ever stop to appreciate life (most of those people don't have pets by the way).
I was standing at the bank today with my dad, setting up a new account for a property, while his phone begins ringing about a closing we have tomorrow. I continue to set up the account and wait for him to get off the phone - as soon as he does we are able to proceed with getting the account set up. We then go talk to the senior commercial lender just to get to know her and his phone rings more (he doesn't pick it up this time). As we stroll outside my dad vents to me about how ridiculous it is that the attorney dealing with the closing we are going to tomorrow is calling NOW to tell us of all this other information he needs BEFORE tomorrow. "Someone's not doing there job, and it really frosts me", he says.
If you've gotten this far then you will be rewarded with the point of my story. I was once a Business monster. Today, while at the bank I saw my dad being a business monster. My wife is more of a Kate monster. This makes coming home a really nice place to be. We have a dog, charlie, and are about to get another (so he has a sister to play with). This makes us a Kate monster family. So my goal is to work hard like a Business monster and play hard like a Kate monster. This shouldn't be too hard to do since I've got my own business and it's with my pops. However, if you ever see me around town being a Business monster, tell me to take a breath and channel my inner Kate monster.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Small town
Things are starting to feel a little more "homey" if you will. Erin's mom is in town, which always helps. I am getting into somewhat of a routine with my dad, and business is actually starting to begin. (I start my real estate license course in two weeks).
I go into the bank on Friday and see my sister.
I go over to my other sisters house today so that the dogs can play. We sit out by the pool, I enjoy a corona with my brother in law, and we chat.
This big town is starting to feel smaller, and slightly more comfortable.
I go into the bank on Friday and see my sister.
I go over to my other sisters house today so that the dogs can play. We sit out by the pool, I enjoy a corona with my brother in law, and we chat.
This big town is starting to feel smaller, and slightly more comfortable.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Why I love Florida
I don't know that this needs much of an explanation. I was on a business trip today to Tallahassee and I saw this vehicle while in line at a Starbucks drive through. This combination of signage made such a statement to me, I knew - this would be a topic of the blog.
Here's the kicker. We pull up to the window and the attendant says, "I'm SO sorry for the way, but that car in front of you just bought 7lbs of coffee to send to the troops". That either makes this posting better or worse....I just can't decide.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Matchforcouples.com
Yesterday morning I was driving in to our family owned gift shop (Daffodils) to put in my obligatory time. As I drove past our redneck neighbors to get there, I was overcome by a general feeling of sadness. I had the compulsion to text Erin and say, Don't worry babe - just remember how long it took to form those friendships in Los Angeles. I talked myself out of doing that in case she was actually having a good day.
I got to work in the gift shop and busied myself with opening duties, which I kind of just made up on the spot. It was some what cathartic to be busy and helping people, even though I did promise myself I wouldn't work in retail again, after my time at the Gap and Blockbuster. In trying to determine where this swell of joy aroused from, I realized that it was contributed to being "busy". Any of you who know me know I do best when busy - when left stagnant I get cranky and need my bottle. Busy is also a key word for lonely too, I think.
I talked to Erin, by phone, mid morning, and she was beginning to express similar feelings. "I don't have anything to do and anyone to talk to about it." I should have sent the text message!
That's when it hit me - there should be a Match.com, but for couples. One that couples could go on to find other couples with similar interests. I know it sounds corny, and probably insulting to those who are single, but I would bet there are quite a few people across America who relocate, as a couple, and have a hard time getting started meeting people in a new area.
The I realized thats kind of what facebook is about - not entirely, but surely one facet serves that need.
I ended the day at Hatcher's house, where I played rock band until my wrist hurt and it made all those earlier feelings subside. It's just going to take time. LA wasn't what it was in 1 month, or even a year. It was 7 years of memories.
I got to work in the gift shop and busied myself with opening duties, which I kind of just made up on the spot. It was some what cathartic to be busy and helping people, even though I did promise myself I wouldn't work in retail again, after my time at the Gap and Blockbuster. In trying to determine where this swell of joy aroused from, I realized that it was contributed to being "busy". Any of you who know me know I do best when busy - when left stagnant I get cranky and need my bottle. Busy is also a key word for lonely too, I think.
I talked to Erin, by phone, mid morning, and she was beginning to express similar feelings. "I don't have anything to do and anyone to talk to about it." I should have sent the text message!
That's when it hit me - there should be a Match.com, but for couples. One that couples could go on to find other couples with similar interests. I know it sounds corny, and probably insulting to those who are single, but I would bet there are quite a few people across America who relocate, as a couple, and have a hard time getting started meeting people in a new area.
The I realized thats kind of what facebook is about - not entirely, but surely one facet serves that need.
I ended the day at Hatcher's house, where I played rock band until my wrist hurt and it made all those earlier feelings subside. It's just going to take time. LA wasn't what it was in 1 month, or even a year. It was 7 years of memories.
Monday, February 9, 2009
T5
I am sitting in the new Jet Blue terminal 5 at JFK (which is ridiculously amazing) reflecting on the last 36 hours. Erin and I went on an impromptu trip to see Lin-Manuel do his thing in In The Heights. He is leaving the show on Feb 15th - and we both felt like this was an opportunity not to be missed.
Our friends Jimmy and Kelly were nice enough to let us bunk up at their place in Astoria and our other friends Emi, Paul, and Kate-monster met us for the night. The show was unforgettable. In my eyes (and ears) it's set a new marker for Broadway musicals. It's to this generation what rent was to my generation. The show, from every aspect, oozes cohesive juicy goodness. From sets, to lights, to choreography, to music, lyrics, talent.....on and on. Supid good.
At the curtain call Lin-Manuel came out last holding posterboard with "We just won" on one side. He took his bow and then flipped it over, "A Grammy". The crowd went wild - the cast was beaming.
We left and met up with Emi's old roomates at The Duplex (a piano bar downtown) where we sang classics and show tunes and had drinks until the wee hours of the morning.
My highlight was looking over at my wife, watching her singing musicals with all her friends, grinning from ear to ear. She had a light in her eyes that hadn't sparked that deep down happy way in a while. I was somewhat the introvert - just taking it all in. It's rare for me to take on that role, but I'm so happy that I did, because it allowed me to see her glow. She looked beautiful. It was truly the icing.
Our friends Jimmy and Kelly were nice enough to let us bunk up at their place in Astoria and our other friends Emi, Paul, and Kate-monster met us for the night. The show was unforgettable. In my eyes (and ears) it's set a new marker for Broadway musicals. It's to this generation what rent was to my generation. The show, from every aspect, oozes cohesive juicy goodness. From sets, to lights, to choreography, to music, lyrics, talent.....on and on. Supid good.
At the curtain call Lin-Manuel came out last holding posterboard with "We just won" on one side. He took his bow and then flipped it over, "A Grammy". The crowd went wild - the cast was beaming.
We left and met up with Emi's old roomates at The Duplex (a piano bar downtown) where we sang classics and show tunes and had drinks until the wee hours of the morning.
My highlight was looking over at my wife, watching her singing musicals with all her friends, grinning from ear to ear. She had a light in her eyes that hadn't sparked that deep down happy way in a while. I was somewhat the introvert - just taking it all in. It's rare for me to take on that role, but I'm so happy that I did, because it allowed me to see her glow. She looked beautiful. It was truly the icing.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The Starfish
Dear Mr. Starfish Head,While at the Lewis Black show last night you blew my mind. I've seen lots of hairstyle's in my day. The fro, the bowl cut, dreads, crazy colors, designs shaved in, crazy facial hair....etc.
Tonight though you bridged a new gap for me. The star fish. It wasn't the beginning of dreads - I promise. It was about 8 meticulously twisted and gel'ed strands of hair that lay ever so gently over a buzz cut; like a starfish would make a new home on a rock. I thank you Mr. Starfish Head for sharing giving me this experience.
*Starfish - the name of this haircut has to be credited to Mr. Hatcher Flaschen (blog link to come)
Friday, February 6, 2009
Bubba
I am sure there will be many posts about our experiences back in Florida. We both grew up here, but after experiencing such a socially liberal environment for the past 7 years, it's almost like moving here for the first time.
Last night I was searching craigslist for a "weight set". This was one of the postings that showed up from my search string. I believe it speaks for itself.
Last night I was searching craigslist for a "weight set". This was one of the postings that showed up from my search string. I believe it speaks for itself.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
My view
This is what my office looks like right now. It's obviously a work in progress. Things are coming along smoothly out here. It's freezing, like 18 degrees at night - which is kind of odd. I'm excited for it to warm up some so I can do some necessary outdoor house maintenance. That's fun to say.We are settling in slowly. You might find Erin feels differently (dec-o-blog). We are both going through an up and down roller coaster of highs and lows. I think the coolest thing is that we are going through it together.
We have a huge weekend planned. Lewis Black at the Florida Theater on Friday, NY on Sunday to see In the Heights and then Orlando on Tuesday to see our friends Jimmy and Kelly for a grown up prom night. This will be nice after a week of our heads buried in moving boxes.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
My first "outing"
So yesterday I ran out to our local Sam's club to pick up some essentials for the house. I'd been cleaning/unpacking/fixing all day and needed to get out.
As I pulled up to Sams and got out of my car a guy in a maroon corvette drove past. He had spikey hair and full sleeve tats, windows down, music on low. Being me, the car grabbed my eye - was it a Z06?, was it manual?, etc....all things that could qualify how much of a man this guy was. As it passed me, I noticed the guy shaking his head, which I couldn't tell if it was directed at me or perhaps something else he just heard or saw. I walked down the parking lot aisle, with my cart, and he was at the end of it waiting to turn in front of the store. A car had pulled in on the intersecting lane, so I looked in the car (to verify that it was a manual) and he nodded at me which I took as a cue to go in front of him. So I did - and then he proceeded to make a right which would force him to drive past once again.
At this point he is driving at the speed I am walking. I did not dare to look over so as to not instigate anything that might just be easier left alone. I go do my shopping and about 45 min. later come out to my car, load up, and start to pull out when I notice this on my windshield.
7 years in Los Angeles, and this never happened to me once. 24 hours in jacksonville and wham.
As I pulled up to Sams and got out of my car a guy in a maroon corvette drove past. He had spikey hair and full sleeve tats, windows down, music on low. Being me, the car grabbed my eye - was it a Z06?, was it manual?, etc....all things that could qualify how much of a man this guy was. As it passed me, I noticed the guy shaking his head, which I couldn't tell if it was directed at me or perhaps something else he just heard or saw. I walked down the parking lot aisle, with my cart, and he was at the end of it waiting to turn in front of the store. A car had pulled in on the intersecting lane, so I looked in the car (to verify that it was a manual) and he nodded at me which I took as a cue to go in front of him. So I did - and then he proceeded to make a right which would force him to drive past once again.
At this point he is driving at the speed I am walking. I did not dare to look over so as to not instigate anything that might just be easier left alone. I go do my shopping and about 45 min. later come out to my car, load up, and start to pull out when I notice this on my windshield.
7 years in Los Angeles, and this never happened to me once. 24 hours in jacksonville and wham.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Daisy, Max, and Charlie
Erin and I were very excited to visit the Blakes in Chicago, but little did we know what we had in store for us. Once Charlie met Daisy and Max, it was all over. the chaos began yesterday at 5:30PM and I am sad to say it only took a 5 hour break between midnight and 5AM.
Charlie whined like someone stole his manhood. As a matter of fact, I would presume he whined less when that actually happened (he wasn't a Cohen yet when that happened).
They are all getting along, but it's not very kind for the humans. Pics to come.
Charlie whined like someone stole his manhood. As a matter of fact, I would presume he whined less when that actually happened (he wasn't a Cohen yet when that happened).
They are all getting along, but it's not very kind for the humans. Pics to come.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Peanut pub
I've been in Oskaloosa for the past 36 hours and tonight I had the pleasure of going to Dr. Salami's for dinner followed up by an evening of drinking at "The Cellar" or "The Pub" as the locals call it.
Dr. Salami's was an experience in and of itself. The server approached us and asked "Can I get ya'll something to drink?" and here's how the rest went.
D: "Can I see your wine list?"
Server: "We don't really have a list, what would you like?"
D: "Well what do you have?"
S: "Well just name something, we have pretty much everything"
D: "Really....so how about a '65 Lafite"
S: "Is that rare? I can ask the bartender?"
That was how the night began and pretty much ended. Well that's not true - I did have a guy at the pub tell me to "Put my mustache away".
Good times.
Dr. Salami's was an experience in and of itself. The server approached us and asked "Can I get ya'll something to drink?" and here's how the rest went.
D: "Can I see your wine list?"
Server: "We don't really have a list, what would you like?"
D: "Well what do you have?"
S: "Well just name something, we have pretty much everything"
D: "Really....so how about a '65 Lafite"
S: "Is that rare? I can ask the bartender?"
That was how the night began and pretty much ended. Well that's not true - I did have a guy at the pub tell me to "Put my mustache away".
Good times.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
My donation to the Mormons
Day one - end
Exhausted. We drove almost 800 miles and made it to Grand Junction, CO. That's 5 states in one day. The evening ended with a decent meal (for road food) from Olive Garden. Let me rewind though....
The day began with lots of mixed emotions. Waking up at 5AM after 4+ hours of sleep, leaving lake balboa for the last time, saying goodbye to our old apartment in the dark, our last cup of coffee bean and tea leaf for at least a few months, the upswell of excitement at what lies ahead and the satisfaction that we have the best friends anywhere and everywhere, hands down.
Moving along to a little Artie Lange Too Fat to Fish audiobook, plowing through vegetable chips, chocolate covered almonds, and grooving at a nice clip through bumble Utah thats when I saw it happen. I got zapped by the local mormon fuzz. I don't even remember the town, and neither does Erin at this point, and I'm definitely too comfortable to go get the ticket. I will say though, he had to be the coolest fuzz ever - i was doing 11 over and he cited me for 5 over, which doesn't warrant a report to the DMV and therefore my insurance. Just a simple $85 check to the mormon church and i'm good. I can even pay by credit card over the phone. :)
Today was all in all fantastic though. I turned to Erin and said, "I couldn't be happier". I really couldn't - road trippin with my best friend and partner, and our dog - so much fun. I am truly very lucky for all in my life.
I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. I am exhausted and stoked for a bed tonight. The last three nights of floor sleep took it's toll. Let's see what my pillow menu has to offer....do I want medium down or firm synthetic.
Exhausted. We drove almost 800 miles and made it to Grand Junction, CO. That's 5 states in one day. The evening ended with a decent meal (for road food) from Olive Garden. Let me rewind though....
The day began with lots of mixed emotions. Waking up at 5AM after 4+ hours of sleep, leaving lake balboa for the last time, saying goodbye to our old apartment in the dark, our last cup of coffee bean and tea leaf for at least a few months, the upswell of excitement at what lies ahead and the satisfaction that we have the best friends anywhere and everywhere, hands down.
Moving along to a little Artie Lange Too Fat to Fish audiobook, plowing through vegetable chips, chocolate covered almonds, and grooving at a nice clip through bumble Utah thats when I saw it happen. I got zapped by the local mormon fuzz. I don't even remember the town, and neither does Erin at this point, and I'm definitely too comfortable to go get the ticket. I will say though, he had to be the coolest fuzz ever - i was doing 11 over and he cited me for 5 over, which doesn't warrant a report to the DMV and therefore my insurance. Just a simple $85 check to the mormon church and i'm good. I can even pay by credit card over the phone. :)
Today was all in all fantastic though. I turned to Erin and said, "I couldn't be happier". I really couldn't - road trippin with my best friend and partner, and our dog - so much fun. I am truly very lucky for all in my life.
I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. I am exhausted and stoked for a bed tonight. The last three nights of floor sleep took it's toll. Let's see what my pillow menu has to offer....do I want medium down or firm synthetic.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Smiles
Last night was full of them. The most I remember in a long time. Now a lot of people say that in a very self depreciating sense, and I truly don't mean it that way. I am a smiley guy or guy smiley, so that makes it super special.
Erin and I were honored with a roast disguised as The three bearded guys show. I won't go into details, as Erin did a good job of that on her blog (dec-o-blog) and i'm sure videos will surface soon enough.
It was an amazing night though. I feel truly honored to have friends who put so much time and energy into this. It showed through so clearly everyone's love for us, and Erin and I agreed that at the end - we didn't want to move. So thank you to everyone who put their heart into last night. You know who you are - and for those of you who couldn't make it - you missed an amazing time.
Part Deux
We are sitting around Crystal's apartment red'in up for her big Pre-school orientation tomorrow. Wrapping honey, preparing packets, proofing letters, and trying our hardest to prepare her for an AMAZING tomorrow. Good luck C - we love you.
We leave before the sun comes up in the AM and start our voyage back east. The first night will be spent in Grand Junction, CO. It'll be our longest mileage day at around 800 miles. It will easily be 12 or 13 hours driving, depending on how charlie deals with a day on the road. I'll try to post an update tomorrow night, even if it's from my phone.
So this will be my last official post from Los Angeles. Signing out - Dave
Erin and I were honored with a roast disguised as The three bearded guys show. I won't go into details, as Erin did a good job of that on her blog (dec-o-blog) and i'm sure videos will surface soon enough.
It was an amazing night though. I feel truly honored to have friends who put so much time and energy into this. It showed through so clearly everyone's love for us, and Erin and I agreed that at the end - we didn't want to move. So thank you to everyone who put their heart into last night. You know who you are - and for those of you who couldn't make it - you missed an amazing time.
Part Deux
We are sitting around Crystal's apartment red'in up for her big Pre-school orientation tomorrow. Wrapping honey, preparing packets, proofing letters, and trying our hardest to prepare her for an AMAZING tomorrow. Good luck C - we love you.
We leave before the sun comes up in the AM and start our voyage back east. The first night will be spent in Grand Junction, CO. It'll be our longest mileage day at around 800 miles. It will easily be 12 or 13 hours driving, depending on how charlie deals with a day on the road. I'll try to post an update tomorrow night, even if it's from my phone.
So this will be my last official post from Los Angeles. Signing out - Dave
Friday, January 16, 2009
Truly Special - Needs
Yesterday I had the pleasure of visiting Erin's workplace. I fulfilled my husband-ly duties of meeting the colleagues and mentors and I really did enjoy it.
While visiting the middle school, we got to spend some time in the Special Needs classroom. Now i've spent some time in thee classrooms before - but this experience was different. I'm not sure if I was different or the kids just hit me differently.
There was this little girl (I say little - she was probably 13) who was severely Autistic. She had a little purple squishy ball to keep herself stimulated and she made lots of noises and held my gaze surprisingly well. I couldn't stop staring at this girl - it was as if she was trying to tell me something with her eyes. I looked at her and felt horrible for her. It felt like there was this amazing being inside that was trapped. Someone who couldn't express themselves outside of the occasional inappropriate scream or hand clap.
Her eyes said so much though, and my heart went out to her. I wanted to give her the tools. I turned to Erin and asked her what would happen if someone just sat down and taught her to say "hi". Erin looked at me and said, I think it's too late, she wouldn't know what to do with that word.
I know "special needs" has become somewhat of a hot term, especially autism. This was my first experience with someone that deep into the condition, or whatever it is. Again - it could be chalked up to me being the age I am, and her being there in that moment. Everything happens because it happens right? Either way , I have to thank her and the class for letting me participate in their game of calculators and marbles. It was such a joy to watch, and such a nice departure from moving. I can talk, I can express myself, and I could take care of myself (even though it's more fun to let Erin do that sometimes).
Thanks for reminding me of all that.
While visiting the middle school, we got to spend some time in the Special Needs classroom. Now i've spent some time in thee classrooms before - but this experience was different. I'm not sure if I was different or the kids just hit me differently.
There was this little girl (I say little - she was probably 13) who was severely Autistic. She had a little purple squishy ball to keep herself stimulated and she made lots of noises and held my gaze surprisingly well. I couldn't stop staring at this girl - it was as if she was trying to tell me something with her eyes. I looked at her and felt horrible for her. It felt like there was this amazing being inside that was trapped. Someone who couldn't express themselves outside of the occasional inappropriate scream or hand clap.
Her eyes said so much though, and my heart went out to her. I wanted to give her the tools. I turned to Erin and asked her what would happen if someone just sat down and taught her to say "hi". Erin looked at me and said, I think it's too late, she wouldn't know what to do with that word.
I know "special needs" has become somewhat of a hot term, especially autism. This was my first experience with someone that deep into the condition, or whatever it is. Again - it could be chalked up to me being the age I am, and her being there in that moment. Everything happens because it happens right? Either way , I have to thank her and the class for letting me participate in their game of calculators and marbles. It was such a joy to watch, and such a nice departure from moving. I can talk, I can express myself, and I could take care of myself (even though it's more fun to let Erin do that sometimes).
Thanks for reminding me of all that.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tool Academy
So a friend of mine, not to be named, told me that it had been heard this new VH1 show was hilarious.
like hilarious in the way that its SO awful. Erin and I and Jesse crowded around the DVR to see what the buzz was about. This show is so awful in every way possible. Train wreck awful. The kind you can't turn your head from.
trailer: tool academy
I am in no way endorsing this, but it was easily 40 min of laughs.
like hilarious in the way that its SO awful. Erin and I and Jesse crowded around the DVR to see what the buzz was about. This show is so awful in every way possible. Train wreck awful. The kind you can't turn your head from.
trailer: tool academy
I am in no way endorsing this, but it was easily 40 min of laughs.
Monday, January 12, 2009
My First time
This is my first post on my first blog. Period.
I have to give inspirational credit to Rebecca (sunshineoftheday). I began reading her newly published blog and thought to myself, what a great way to keep in touch with someone.
So I decided to create this blog to document my life as I leave LA and enter my next book. I don't know that I'll post every day, but my goal is to post frequently and keep it short and concise. Little pearls and (coffee)nips from my day.
What I'll miss about LA
The O'Vallarta
Balboa Park
cash and kipi
our family
santa monica mountain range
Jinky's
more than waffles
copious amounts of thai delivery
Arclight
sunny lake balboa
pee on the stairs
readily available cholula
big bear
coffee bean
watching football at 10AM
dr. Pitt
the three bearded guys
the habit
Coral cafe (not Corral)
From Erin:
Occasionally I will add a post to the end of Dave's, if you don't mind. While I am going to miss the hell out of LA and my LA family, there are some things I won't miss.
What I Won't Miss about L.A.:
the 405
the 101
shmoozing
$12 well drinks
28 different directions and rules on parking signs and the parking ticket you get either way
pretentious waiters
keeping bikes in the spare bedroom so they don't get stolen
really bad theatre
Arco doesn't take credit cards
the "you're killing me larry" guy
parallel parking (still can't do it)
rent
(did I mention the 101?)
Dallas Raines and Johnny Mountain
santa ana winds and the subsequent nosebleeds
getting lost in skid row
no backyard
hollywood
getting off work at 4 and getting home at 6
P.S. He forgot to mention how much we'll miss Trader Joe's.
I have to give inspirational credit to Rebecca (sunshineoftheday). I began reading her newly published blog and thought to myself, what a great way to keep in touch with someone.
So I decided to create this blog to document my life as I leave LA and enter my next book. I don't know that I'll post every day, but my goal is to post frequently and keep it short and concise. Little pearls and (coffee)nips from my day.
What I'll miss about LA
The O'Vallarta
Balboa Park
cash and kipi
our family
santa monica mountain range
Jinky's
more than waffles
copious amounts of thai delivery
Arclight
sunny lake balboa
pee on the stairs
readily available cholula
big bear
coffee bean
watching football at 10AM
dr. Pitt
the three bearded guys
the habit
Coral cafe (not Corral)
From Erin:
Occasionally I will add a post to the end of Dave's, if you don't mind. While I am going to miss the hell out of LA and my LA family, there are some things I won't miss.
What I Won't Miss about L.A.:
the 405
the 101
shmoozing
$12 well drinks
28 different directions and rules on parking signs and the parking ticket you get either way
pretentious waiters
keeping bikes in the spare bedroom so they don't get stolen
really bad theatre
Arco doesn't take credit cards
parallel parking (still can't do it)
(did I mention the 101?)
Dallas Raines and Johnny Mountain
santa ana winds and the subsequent nosebleeds
getting lost in skid row
no backyard
hollywood
getting off work at 4 and getting home at 6
P.S. He forgot to mention how much we'll miss Trader Joe's.
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