Too much to say this month. The MLB All-Star game is coming to Seattle — I didn't realize how big a deal it all is until I had to move 500 wooden fan-feast bats. That's just shy of a cord of wood.

The biggest fireworks show in the state is two blocks away. Throngs of people headed to the waterfront. I am basically trapped downtown but that's fine — I have good seats right from my house. I will smoke out when the fireworks start.

On the subject of this city and its land: from Chief Seattle's 1854 address — "The white man will never be alone. Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not altogether powerless." Honestly, can we really say we are better, and can expect to be safe forever from the crimes of our forefathers?

The All-Star thing is off the hook. I have already met Hall of Famers: Ernie Banks, Lou Brock, Hank Aaron, and Brooks Robinson. Mr. Banks was the coolest — really at ease with the public, easy to talk to. Pick any famous player still alive and I have probably come across them this week.

Nine hours straight at work today. Four hours before I had time for water. Still pretty cool to look around the lobby and see essentially every famous baseball player still alive. Well paid for my hard work — it will cover my new wetsuit and some of the Tahoe trip.

Also: the Tour de France has started — Lance Armstrong finished 2nd in the stage. And our Mayor was attacked and had the shit kicked out of him by a protester. I hope things don't get all Sharpsville on us.

I really should be chained to my bedpost, but I am loose. Just packed all my things including my bike and am ready for tomorrow's departure to Tahoe. Trying to remain calm and basically unplugged. No need to waste energy when I don't need to.

Just back from Nevada. Still resting — but did find 3 caches today including the difficult Slippery Root Cache that had eluded me all of June. I knew there would be no rest until I found it. It took forever, but I made it.

My main mission was the Donner Lake Triathlon. I flew down with my road bike ($100 extra), hiked to the airport shuttle at the Westin to save $20, rented a Subaru Outback, saw my Mum and her boyfriend Mr. Mike in Reno, then drove to Donner Lake.

Race morning: forgot my race numbers in the car at the high school. Shuttle back, tight timing, barely made it. First time wearing the new wetsuit — the water was warmer than the Issaquah race, the sun was shining. Some people thought the water was cold. Cold? What do they know about cold?

The swim went ok — went slightly off course but recovered. The bike was a monster: 1,300-foot climb to Donner Summit with mechanical problems (losing air, rim rubbing). Pumped up the tire at the turnaround, had my buddy Matt fix it at the summit while I drank water — possibly not race legal. Two-mile downhill on the way back: fast and faster. Then the run: heat, elevation, and two events of effort had my systems shutting down. Kept moving. Sprinted through the finish line and sprayed everybody with my water bottle in that victorious sort of way.

Also found two geocaches near Donner and at an old ghost town near Boca Dam. Left an MLB All-Star hotel key from the Westin — only 1,000 made. The geocaching, combining history and navigation, is exactly my kind of thing.

Went to Snoqualmie Pass and found the Planet of the Apes geocache. Had to ride my bike through a 2.5-mile tunnel. Could see the light at the end — it was like entering a new world. Found a giant ammo box with a coin and card from the movie. Left a University of Nevada pin. On the way back, car broke down a mile from home. Had to push it out of traffic. Ironically parked in the tow truck zone. Repair shop is a block away. It's all a hassle, but I would rather go out and play.

My car is just about dead — 187,000 miles, engine nearly seized. I bought it from my dad for $700. I got that value out of it. My plan: no replacement car. I live downtown Seattle and will just rent when I need to leave the city. The economics of renting vs. owning make sense when you live a block from everything.

It was one year ago today that I began keeping this journal. A lot has happened, as I read back over the last year. Mostly I think it is more entertaining to me than to you, but then it's my journal.

Onward to the future!!!

Too much to say this month. The MLB All-Star game is coming to Seattle — I didn't realize how big a deal it all is until I had to move 500 wooden fan-feast bats. That's just shy of a cord of wood.

The biggest fireworks show in the state is two blocks away. Throngs of people headed to the waterfront. I am basically trapped downtown but that's fine — I have good seats right from my house. I will smoke out when the fireworks start.

On the subject of this city and its land: from Chief Seattle's 1854 address — "The white man will never be alone. Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not altogether powerless." Honestly, can we really say we are better, and can expect to be safe forever from the crimes of our forefathers?

The All-Star thing is off the hook. I have already met Hall of Famers: Ernie Banks, Lou Brock, Hank Aaron, and Brooks Robinson. Mr. Banks was the coolest — really at ease with the public, easy to talk to. Pick any famous player still alive and I have probably come across them this week.

Nine hours straight at work today. Four hours before I had time for water. Still pretty cool to look around the lobby and see essentially every famous baseball player still alive. Well paid for my hard work — it will cover my new wetsuit and some of the Tahoe trip.

Also: the Tour de France has started — Lance Armstrong finished 2nd in the stage. And our Mayor was attacked and had the shit kicked out of him by a protester. I hope things don't get all Sharpsville on us.

I really should be chained to my bedpost, but I am loose. Just packed all my things including my bike and am ready for tomorrow's departure to Tahoe. Trying to remain calm and basically unplugged. No need to waste energy when I don't need to.

Just back from Nevada. Still resting — but did find 3 caches today including the difficult Slippery Root Cache that had eluded me all of June. I knew there would be no rest until I found it. It took forever, but I made it.

My main mission was the Donner Lake Triathlon. I flew down with my road bike ($100 extra), hiked to the airport shuttle at the Westin to save $20, rented a Subaru Outback, saw my Mum and her boyfriend Mr. Mike in Reno, then drove to Donner Lake.

Race morning: forgot my race numbers in the car at the high school. Shuttle back, tight timing, barely made it. First time wearing the new wetsuit — the water was warmer than the Issaquah race, the sun was shining. Some people thought the water was cold. Cold? What do they know about cold?

The swim went ok — went slightly off course but recovered. The bike was a monster: 1,300-foot climb to Donner Summit with mechanical problems (losing air, rim rubbing). Pumped up the tire at the turnaround, had my buddy Matt fix it at the summit while I drank water — possibly not race legal. Two-mile downhill on the way back: fast and faster. Then the run: heat, elevation, and two events of effort had my systems shutting down. Kept moving. Sprinted through the finish line and sprayed everybody with my water bottle in that victorious sort of way.

Also found two geocaches near Donner and at an old ghost town near Boca Dam. Left an MLB All-Star hotel key from the Westin — only 1,000 made. The geocaching, combining history and navigation, is exactly my kind of thing.

Went to Snoqualmie Pass and found the Planet of the Apes geocache. Had to ride my bike through a 2.5-mile tunnel. Could see the light at the end — it was like entering a new world. Found a giant ammo box with a coin and card from the movie. Left a University of Nevada pin. On the way back, car broke down a mile from home. Had to push it out of traffic. Ironically parked in the tow truck zone. Repair shop is a block away. It's all a hassle, but I would rather go out and play.

My car is just about dead — 187,000 miles, engine nearly seized. I bought it from my dad for $700. I got that value out of it. My plan: no replacement car. I live downtown Seattle and will just rent when I need to leave the city. The economics of renting vs. owning make sense when you live a block from everything.

It was one year ago today that I began keeping this journal. A lot has happened, as I read back over the last year. Mostly I think it is more entertaining to me than to you, but then it's my journal.

Onward to the future!!!

Too much to say this month. The MLB All-Star game is coming to Seattle — I didn't realize how big a deal it all is until I had to move 500 wooden fan-feast bats. That's just shy of a cord of wood.

The biggest fireworks show in the state is two blocks away. Throngs of people headed to the waterfront. I am basically trapped downtown but that's fine — I have good seats right from my house. I will smoke out when the fireworks start.

On the subject of this city and its land: from Chief Seattle's 1854 address — "The white man will never be alone. Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not altogether powerless." Honestly, can we really say we are better, and can expect to be safe forever from the crimes of our forefathers?

The All-Star thing is off the hook. I have already met Hall of Famers: Ernie Banks, Lou Brock, Hank Aaron, and Brooks Robinson. Mr. Banks was the coolest — really at ease with the public, easy to talk to. Pick any famous player still alive and I have probably come across them this week.

Nine hours straight at work today. Four hours before I had time for water. Still pretty cool to look around the lobby and see essentially every famous baseball player still alive. Well paid for my hard work — it will cover my new wetsuit and some of the Tahoe trip.

Also: the Tour de France has started — Lance Armstrong finished 2nd in the stage. And our Mayor was attacked and had the shit kicked out of him by a protester. I hope things don't get all Sharpsville on us.

I really should be chained to my bedpost, but I am loose. Just packed all my things including my bike and am ready for tomorrow's departure to Tahoe. Trying to remain calm and basically unplugged. No need to waste energy when I don't need to.

Just back from Nevada. Still resting — but did find 3 caches today including the difficult Slippery Root Cache that had eluded me all of June. I knew there would be no rest until I found it. It took forever, but I made it.

My main mission was the Donner Lake Triathlon. I flew down with my road bike ($100 extra), hiked to the airport shuttle at the Westin to save $20, rented a Subaru Outback, saw my Mum and her boyfriend Mr. Mike in Reno, then drove to Donner Lake.

Race morning: forgot my race numbers in the car at the high school. Shuttle back, tight timing, barely made it. First time wearing the new wetsuit — the water was warmer than the Issaquah race, the sun was shining. Some people thought the water was cold. Cold? What do they know about cold?

The swim went ok — went slightly off course but recovered. The bike was a monster: 1,300-foot climb to Donner Summit with mechanical problems (losing air, rim rubbing). Pumped up the tire at the turnaround, had my buddy Matt fix it at the summit while I drank water — possibly not race legal. Two-mile downhill on the way back: fast and faster. Then the run: heat, elevation, and two events of effort had my systems shutting down. Kept moving. Sprinted through the finish line and sprayed everybody with my water bottle in that victorious sort of way.

Also found two geocaches near Donner and at an old ghost town near Boca Dam. Left an MLB All-Star hotel key from the Westin — only 1,000 made. The geocaching, combining history and navigation, is exactly my kind of thing.

Went to Snoqualmie Pass and found the Planet of the Apes geocache. Had to ride my bike through a 2.5-mile tunnel. Could see the light at the end — it was like entering a new world. Found a giant ammo box with a coin and card from the movie. Left a University of Nevada pin. On the way back, car broke down a mile from home. Had to push it out of traffic. Ironically parked in the tow truck zone. Repair shop is a block away. It's all a hassle, but I would rather go out and play.

My car is just about dead — 187,000 miles, engine nearly seized. I bought it from my dad for $700. I got that value out of it. My plan: no replacement car. I live downtown Seattle and will just rent when I need to leave the city. The economics of renting vs. owning make sense when you live a block from everything.

It was one year ago today that I began keeping this journal. A lot has happened, as I read back over the last year. Mostly I think it is more entertaining to me than to you, but then it's my journal.

Onward to the future!!!

Too much to say this month. The MLB All-Star game is coming to Seattle — I didn't realize how big a deal it all is until I had to move 500 wooden fan-feast bats. That's just shy of a cord of wood.

The biggest fireworks show in the state is two blocks away. Throngs of people headed to the waterfront. I am basically trapped downtown but that's fine — I have good seats right from my house. I will smoke out when the fireworks start.

On the subject of this city and its land: from Chief Seattle's 1854 address — "The white man will never be alone. Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not altogether powerless." Honestly, can we really say we are better, and can expect to be safe forever from the crimes of our forefathers?

The All-Star thing is off the hook. I have already met Hall of Famers: Ernie Banks, Lou Brock, Hank Aaron, and Brooks Robinson. Mr. Banks was the coolest — really at ease with the public, easy to talk to. Pick any famous player still alive and I have probably come across them this week.

Nine hours straight at work today. Four hours before I had time for water. Still pretty cool to look around the lobby and see essentially every famous baseball player still alive. Well paid for my hard work — it will cover my new wetsuit and some of the Tahoe trip.

Also: the Tour de France has started — Lance Armstrong finished 2nd in the stage. And our Mayor was attacked and had the shit kicked out of him by a protester. I hope things don't get all Sharpsville on us.

I really should be chained to my bedpost, but I am loose. Just packed all my things including my bike and am ready for tomorrow's departure to Tahoe. Trying to remain calm and basically unplugged. No need to waste energy when I don't need to.

Just back from Nevada. Still resting — but did find 3 caches today including the difficult Slippery Root Cache that had eluded me all of June. I knew there would be no rest until I found it. It took forever, but I made it.

My main mission was the Donner Lake Triathlon. I flew down with my road bike ($100 extra), hiked to the airport shuttle at the Westin to save $20, rented a Subaru Outback, saw my Mum and her boyfriend Mr. Mike in Reno, then drove to Donner Lake.

Race morning: forgot my race numbers in the car at the high school. Shuttle back, tight timing, barely made it. First time wearing the new wetsuit — the water was warmer than the Issaquah race, the sun was shining. Some people thought the water was cold. Cold? What do they know about cold?

The swim went ok — went slightly off course but recovered. The bike was a monster: 1,300-foot climb to Donner Summit with mechanical problems (losing air, rim rubbing). Pumped up the tire at the turnaround, had my buddy Matt fix it at the summit while I drank water — possibly not race legal. Two-mile downhill on the way back: fast and faster. Then the run: heat, elevation, and two events of effort had my systems shutting down. Kept moving. Sprinted through the finish line and sprayed everybody with my water bottle in that victorious sort of way.

Also found two geocaches near Donner and at an old ghost town near Boca Dam. Left an MLB All-Star hotel key from the Westin — only 1,000 made. The geocaching, combining history and navigation, is exactly my kind of thing.

Went to Snoqualmie Pass and found the Planet of the Apes geocache. Had to ride my bike through a 2.5-mile tunnel. Could see the light at the end — it was like entering a new world. Found a giant ammo box with a coin and card from the movie. Left a University of Nevada pin. On the way back, car broke down a mile from home. Had to push it out of traffic. Ironically parked in the tow truck zone. Repair shop is a block away. It's all a hassle, but I would rather go out and play.

My car is just about dead — 187,000 miles, engine nearly seized. I bought it from my dad for $700. I got that value out of it. My plan: no replacement car. I live downtown Seattle and will just rent when I need to leave the city. The economics of renting vs. owning make sense when you live a block from everything.

It was one year ago today that I began keeping this journal. A lot has happened, as I read back over the last year. Mostly I think it is more entertaining to me than to you, but then it's my journal.

Onward to the future!!!

Too much to say this month. The MLB All-Star game is coming to Seattle — I didn't realize how big a deal it all is until I had to move 500 wooden fan-feast bats. That's just shy of a cord of wood.

The biggest fireworks show in the state is two blocks away. Throngs of people headed to the waterfront. I am basically trapped downtown but that's fine — I have good seats right from my house. I will smoke out when the fireworks start.

On the subject of this city and its land: from Chief Seattle's 1854 address — "The white man will never be alone. Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not altogether powerless." Honestly, can we really say we are better, and can expect to be safe forever from the crimes of our forefathers?

The All-Star thing is off the hook. I have already met Hall of Famers: Ernie Banks, Lou Brock, Hank Aaron, and Brooks Robinson. Mr. Banks was the coolest — really at ease with the public, easy to talk to. Pick any famous player still alive and I have probably come across them this week.

Nine hours straight at work today. Four hours before I had time for water. Still pretty cool to look around the lobby and see essentially every famous baseball player still alive. Well paid for my hard work — it will cover my new wetsuit and some of the Tahoe trip.

Also: the Tour de France has started — Lance Armstrong finished 2nd in the stage. And our Mayor was attacked and had the shit kicked out of him by a protester. I hope things don't get all Sharpsville on us.

I really should be chained to my bedpost, but I am loose. Just packed all my things including my bike and am ready for tomorrow's departure to Tahoe. Trying to remain calm and basically unplugged. No need to waste energy when I don't need to.

Just back from Nevada. Still resting — but did find 3 caches today including the difficult Slippery Root Cache that had eluded me all of June. I knew there would be no rest until I found it. It took forever, but I made it.

My main mission was the Donner Lake Triathlon. I flew down with my road bike ($100 extra), hiked to the airport shuttle at the Westin to save $20, rented a Subaru Outback, saw my Mum and her boyfriend Mr. Mike in Reno, then drove to Donner Lake.

Race morning: forgot my race numbers in the car at the high school. Shuttle back, tight timing, barely made it. First time wearing the new wetsuit — the water was warmer than the Issaquah race, the sun was shining. Some people thought the water was cold. Cold? What do they know about cold?

The swim went ok — went slightly off course but recovered. The bike was a monster: 1,300-foot climb to Donner Summit with mechanical problems (losing air, rim rubbing). Pumped up the tire at the turnaround, had my buddy Matt fix it at the summit while I drank water — possibly not race legal. Two-mile downhill on the way back: fast and faster. Then the run: heat, elevation, and two events of effort had my systems shutting down. Kept moving. Sprinted through the finish line and sprayed everybody with my water bottle in that victorious sort of way.

Also found two geocaches near Donner and at an old ghost town near Boca Dam. Left an MLB All-Star hotel key from the Westin — only 1,000 made. The geocaching, combining history and navigation, is exactly my kind of thing.

Went to Snoqualmie Pass and found the Planet of the Apes geocache. Had to ride my bike through a 2.5-mile tunnel. Could see the light at the end — it was like entering a new world. Found a giant ammo box with a coin and card from the movie. Left a University of Nevada pin. On the way back, car broke down a mile from home. Had to push it out of traffic. Ironically parked in the tow truck zone. Repair shop is a block away. It's all a hassle, but I would rather go out and play.

My car is just about dead — 187,000 miles, engine nearly seized. I bought it from my dad for $700. I got that value out of it. My plan: no replacement car. I live downtown Seattle and will just rent when I need to leave the city. The economics of renting vs. owning make sense when you live a block from everything.

It was one year ago today that I began keeping this journal. A lot has happened, as I read back over the last year. Mostly I think it is more entertaining to me than to you, but then it's my journal.

Onward to the future!!!

Too much to say this month. The MLB All-Star game is coming to Seattle — I didn't realize how big a deal it all is until I had to move 500 wooden fan-feast bats. That's just shy of a cord of wood.

The biggest fireworks show in the state is two blocks away. Throngs of people headed to the waterfront. I am basically trapped downtown but that's fine — I have good seats right from my house. I will smoke out when the fireworks start.

On the subject of this city and its land: from Chief Seattle's 1854 address — "The white man will never be alone. Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not altogether powerless." Honestly, can we really say we are better, and can expect to be safe forever from the crimes of our forefathers?

The All-Star thing is off the hook. I have already met Hall of Famers: Ernie Banks, Lou Brock, Hank Aaron, and Brooks Robinson. Mr. Banks was the coolest — really at ease with the public, easy to talk to. Pick any famous player still alive and I have probably come across them this week.

Nine hours straight at work today. Four hours before I had time for water. Still pretty cool to look around the lobby and see essentially every famous baseball player still alive. Well paid for my hard work — it will cover my new wetsuit and some of the Tahoe trip.

Also: the Tour de France has started — Lance Armstrong finished 2nd in the stage. And our Mayor was attacked and had the shit kicked out of him by a protester. I hope things don't get all Sharpsville on us.

I really should be chained to my bedpost, but I am loose. Just packed all my things including my bike and am ready for tomorrow's departure to Tahoe. Trying to remain calm and basically unplugged. No need to waste energy when I don't need to.

Just back from Nevada. Still resting — but did find 3 caches today including the difficult Slippery Root Cache that had eluded me all of June. I knew there would be no rest until I found it. It took forever, but I made it.

My main mission was the Donner Lake Triathlon. I flew down with my road bike ($100 extra), hiked to the airport shuttle at the Westin to save $20, rented a Subaru Outback, saw my Mum and her boyfriend Mr. Mike in Reno, then drove to Donner Lake.

Race morning: forgot my race numbers in the car at the high school. Shuttle back, tight timing, barely made it. First time wearing the new wetsuit — the water was warmer than the Issaquah race, the sun was shining. Some people thought the water was cold. Cold? What do they know about cold?

The swim went ok — went slightly off course but recovered. The bike was a monster: 1,300-foot climb to Donner Summit with mechanical problems (losing air, rim rubbing). Pumped up the tire at the turnaround, had my buddy Matt fix it at the summit while I drank water — possibly not race legal. Two-mile downhill on the way back: fast and faster. Then the run: heat, elevation, and two events of effort had my systems shutting down. Kept moving. Sprinted through the finish line and sprayed everybody with my water bottle in that victorious sort of way.

Also found two geocaches near Donner and at an old ghost town near Boca Dam. Left an MLB All-Star hotel key from the Westin — only 1,000 made. The geocaching, combining history and navigation, is exactly my kind of thing.

Went to Snoqualmie Pass and found the Planet of the Apes geocache. Had to ride my bike through a 2.5-mile tunnel. Could see the light at the end — it was like entering a new world. Found a giant ammo box with a coin and card from the movie. Left a University of Nevada pin. On the way back, car broke down a mile from home. Had to push it out of traffic. Ironically parked in the tow truck zone. Repair shop is a block away. It's all a hassle, but I would rather go out and play.

My car is just about dead — 187,000 miles, engine nearly seized. I bought it from my dad for $700. I got that value out of it. My plan: no replacement car. I live downtown Seattle and will just rent when I need to leave the city. The economics of renting vs. owning make sense when you live a block from everything.

It was one year ago today that I began keeping this journal. A lot has happened, as I read back over the last year. Mostly I think it is more entertaining to me than to you, but then it's my journal.

Onward to the future!!!