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The microwave version / elevator speech version: I ordered a 64GB iPhone 6 today. The 'War and Peace' edition right here. Read more ... I usually don't treat myself until it's absolutely necessary or apparent. From shoes to computers to cars. When I do, I drop top dollar (mad cheddar) on the best value for the equipment based on my intended use and/or longevity of it. American society become an easily consumable and disposable culture. But I'm old school, raised old school, and probably continue to operate that way. Take for my example my current phone, 16GB iPhone 5 (no C or S), that I call "Lucky". How I named is even a longer story! And for another time. I purchased it after I lost my Galaxy S phone in the world record setting snowball fight. It's EPIC way to lose a phone, might I add. I didn't have insurance; only the warranty. Which meant I was on the hunt for a new handset. The iPhone 5 was trumpeted as the best of all time. I had alr

HM. I’m nearing my 10 th  anniversary of digging at the gym, which I typically call it, ‘Gym Class Heroes’ action. Generally confuses everyone, which is fine with me. I’m almost 39 years old, and I remember when I was 29 …   It was 2005. I was barreling down my dirty thirties. My co-workers and friends who were already in their 30’s were in the best shape of their lives. At least from my perspective. And here I was in the worst shape of my life. Now then, I was still killing burgers, brew, and quad-mochas like they were going out of style. I knew deep down I needed to take action then, or I’m doomed to fitness failure later in my life.   And I promised myself I wouldn’t be.   I don’t make promises that I don’t keep, especially to myself! I sought out assistance, and through a complicated, even longer story, I met up Ken Lipparelli. Or Big Kenny as the gym rats would call him. I approached with my fitness goals, and how I thought they could be met. He smiled with that tolerant yet you-c

Golf is a seductively frustrating sport to be played recreationally. This was never more apparent to me than this weekend. I smashed it up with the White River Golf Club at the two courses at Suncadia Resort in Cle Elum. You see, my co-worker / bro, Ron, invited me to be his +1 for this two-day tournament. As of the invite, I hadn't been to Suncadia and always wanted to go. When I'm assigned to a group on any golf course, I'm asked the usual housekeeping questions. Have you played here before? What are you hitting today? How long have you been playing? And do you have a handicap? I answer the questions - Yes/No, Callaway, not long enough and yes, 35. My handicap is usually met with an eyebrow raise (34.9 is high) I follow up with that I recognize that it's high but more trips golfing would remedy it. I called golf seductively frustrating because I'll crush a ball off the tee by promptly hooking my second shot into the damn woods! It's shit like th

Not as much fun or as funny as the Jane’s Addiction song, “ Been Caught Stealing ”, but at least caught your attention. This morning I decided to do interval cardio work since I had weight training / core muscular workout yesterday morning. Mentally I was prepared for P90X + with good old Tony Horton, but I discovered someone had errantly forgotten a T-25 Focus, core cardio, Beta (2 nd level) in the DVD drawer. SWEET! I’ll do that. Then eventually other gym users posted up, and I found myself on display for the next 22 some odd minutes. Reminds of the time I was ‘caught’ Kaepernicking… A few weeks ago, I had a cut on the lower portion of my right elbow, very close to the triceps muscle. With iPod in (Mark V), and workout clothes, I started my weight workout. Now you have to appreciate that my corporate gym is expansive, and each wall is lined with mirrors. I accidentally brushed my cut against the Smith machine. I immediately wanted to look at it. The only way to do that