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Since it's cold outside, and close enough to the anniversary date... "Home, Sweet, Home" November 27th 2006 For those of you in the emailed audience, you may have already been following along. Below is the excerpt from my journal regarding my almost 20 hour (19hrs 56mins) odyssey from Costco Travel (Issaquah) to my home (Bothell) and the 26 miles that separate it... [430p] Left work to start my commute home. Since it had rained/snowed earlier I knew my traffic would be delayed. I just didn't realize what the Gods of Lunacy had in store for me... [630p] Two hours into my usual 1.5 hour commute, I was near 160th St SW on I-405 NB. I sat there for 15 minutes w/ no movement. I made the fateful call to bail off the freeway and brave the surface streets to home. Now to fully appreciate the situation, you must know that accessing Bothell from the Woodinville is like connecting via Hong Kong on a Seattle-Los Angeles flight. It was dark, cold and starting to freeze the wat

Dating. A necessary evil if you're seeking companionship. Completely optional if you're not. Being a single male in the Pacific Northwest, I am on the dating scene therefore seeking companionship. So evil. At times it gives you elation. Other times it's frustration. It can be humbling. It can be introspective if a lesson can be learned. All I've learned is that it's about much fun as brushing your teeth with steel wool.  Slightly amusing but mostly painful! And then... add in the Seattle Freeze . Before you nay-sayers start commenting how it's not real, and all in my head, ask yourself - have you ever looked for it or do you blithely ignore the observation? It's real, and defined. Don't believe me? Read the following - http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Seattle%20Freeze Still think I'm full of bullshit? Here you go: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle_Freeze Here's the coup de grace... The Seattle Times Newspaper has a ma

Hey Mom, You've dishing out some hard lessons learned lately. Patience, resourcefulness, gratefulness, and more. One of which I finally relented to. To forgive someone who (in my mind) doesn't deserve or earned an ounce of it. I truly mean forgive too! Not just saying it out loud, or intend to forgive. Truly forgive them in your heart, soul, and mind for the trespasses against you, without them offering an apology to you. While I can forgive, I will not forget. I'm so sorry, Mom. I know you were devoutly Catholic, but this is as pious as I can be. Can you please advance me to the next life lesson? Love you as always, Your Son

Q: What is Tabula Rasa Day? A: I created a holiday to celebrate inner freedom to start over. I declared  December 1 st  , as Tabula Rasa ['tabula rasa' is Latin for "blank slate"] Why? It's the first day, of the first month, of the first year, of the rest of my life Q: Why 'Tabula Rasa Day', 'los? Why not blank slate day or something easier to digest? A: Most languages are based in Latin, therefore English. I created the holiday for myself - a day to challenge myself to be introspective, or perhaps run head long into a challenge. Most importantly, it's NOT A RESOLUTION DAY LIKE NEW YEARS! Q: Is it always celebrated on December 1st? A: Regardless of the day of the week, it'll ALWAYS be December 1st. No exceptions, I will not be swayed on this matter. USA holidays either fall on the same date every year (e.g. Christmas) or same day (e.g. Thanksgiving) I was forced to pick one, and I chose the former over the latter. Q: When will you st

What's in a song? Music, lyrics, thoughts from the artist. As many of you know, I love music! I love listening, singing, and creating music. It's as simple as that. Every once in awhile as Mark IV [my named iPod] will blast out a tune that'll make my toes tap, there are some tracks that well, pardon the pun, but stop me in my tracks.  "One Headlight" by The Wallflowers So long ago, I don't remember when That's when they say I lost my only friend Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease As I listened through the cemetery trees I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn The long broken arm of human law Now it always seemed such a waste She always had a pretty face So I wondered how she hung around this place I heard this song on the radio on October 7th, 1997, late at night. I just left a hospital room at Northwest Hospital. The doctors explained to us that Mom has had a tumor on her esophagus a has esophageal cancer. S