Sunday, November 30, 2008
Slacker, Tramp, Yogini, Biker
I've been doing lots here in Tucson, Arizona. My body is tired yet it feels really, really good. My heart full with all my amazing visits with dear people. I'm loving these past 10 days of 2 hour yoga 3-4 hour bike rides, slack lining, trampolines in the sun, great food and so much more. The reality of cold wet temps, nose to the grindstone and, yes, mindfulness if forthcoming...
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
5th Year
So yesterday was my 5th year of being in Tucson for the El Tour. Having 8,500 bicycle riders circumnavigate a city on one single day is insane. It begins with 1000 racers doing 109 miles then various individuals of all skill levels pedaling along with an attempt to make it downtown before nightfall or their fall. I did pop out early on my bike with my 5D and take some cool snaps. sample below. I pedaled 85 miles pulling my friend Di to the finish. She vowed to train more than 2 days next time!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
13 Years Ago...
I wrote a masters thesis. Interestingly, the title was Modeling the Impact of Regional Economic Change on the Residential Real Estate Market. I used all these fancy vector autoregressive models to predict the patterns in residential real estate after a significant shock. In other words - how soon would it return, would it return and was there predictability to any of it. Well kiddies, I had some findings. There were different returns for times of purchases. I suspect you could go to my school's library, check it out and read it... or just pay me for the answer. Your choice.
Oh and this image above was just odd, cracked me up so I had to share!
Oh and this image above was just odd, cracked me up so I had to share!
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Ahhhhhhhhhhhmerica!
I have several observations.
1. If McCann had won, I don't think you'd see people dancing in the streets (was that crazy?).
2. I think the conservative talk show hosts will actually be able to have material now - its been a tough 8 years for them;
3. Obama; how fun is that word. I mean you can write gobama, obamrama, or ohhhhmmmmmbama, or o-bama-jama-lama-rama. I mean the options are endless (very fun, right?).
4. I heard fireworks in my neighborhood - but I live in a DEEP blue area of a very blue state;
5. What is all this talk about History? I mean, isn't every time a president is elected it's history? Heck we haven't written nixon out of the books (or have we?). Oh yeah he is bi-racial not just black.
6. The world has hope in us (again).
7. Ahhhhhhhmerica has a more zen sound than the texas twang.
8. I believe our country is still good.
1. If McCann had won, I don't think you'd see people dancing in the streets (was that crazy?).
2. I think the conservative talk show hosts will actually be able to have material now - its been a tough 8 years for them;
3. Obama; how fun is that word. I mean you can write gobama, obamrama, or ohhhhmmmmmbama, or o-bama-jama-lama-rama. I mean the options are endless (very fun, right?).
4. I heard fireworks in my neighborhood - but I live in a DEEP blue area of a very blue state;
5. What is all this talk about History? I mean, isn't every time a president is elected it's history? Heck we haven't written nixon out of the books (or have we?). Oh yeah he is bi-racial not just black.
6. The world has hope in us (again).
7. Ahhhhhhhmerica has a more zen sound than the texas twang.
8. I believe our country is still good.
A Birthday Blog
I found this file on my computer - I wrote it during the day of my birth. Its kinda cool.
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Its 4:30am, October 13, 2008. I’m laying on my bed in Sale Maraino on Lake Iseo just north of Milan suffering a mild case of jet lag. I’m 40 years old here in Italy, yet still 39 for another 4 and half hours back home. I’m amazed at how space and time are linked to create some perceived reality of age.
In ways I’m actually 80 years old and in others I’m 20. That is why the earth’s age of me is not relevant (at least in this moment), except mostly to those around me.
So I began my morning (the start of my 41st year) reading the last few pages of a book I started on the plane, Veronika Decides to Die. This is probably one of the most profound books I have read in a long time; largely because I am in a “listening” space of awareness that this book’s message of love, awareness and risk pierced me on many fronts. I quote Mari (a character in the book), “the danger in one days adventure is worth a thousand days of ease and comfort.”
My adventure today here in the foothills of the Dolomites on the shores of one of the most beautiful lakes I’ve seen, it to construct my day, my month, my year with huge amounts of awareness and to realize that every second of it (time) is building and creating me.
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Its 4:30am, October 13, 2008. I’m laying on my bed in Sale Maraino on Lake Iseo just north of Milan suffering a mild case of jet lag. I’m 40 years old here in Italy, yet still 39 for another 4 and half hours back home. I’m amazed at how space and time are linked to create some perceived reality of age.
In ways I’m actually 80 years old and in others I’m 20. That is why the earth’s age of me is not relevant (at least in this moment), except mostly to those around me.
So I began my morning (the start of my 41st year) reading the last few pages of a book I started on the plane, Veronika Decides to Die. This is probably one of the most profound books I have read in a long time; largely because I am in a “listening” space of awareness that this book’s message of love, awareness and risk pierced me on many fronts. I quote Mari (a character in the book), “the danger in one days adventure is worth a thousand days of ease and comfort.”
My adventure today here in the foothills of the Dolomites on the shores of one of the most beautiful lakes I’ve seen, it to construct my day, my month, my year with huge amounts of awareness and to realize that every second of it (time) is building and creating me.
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