Hashtag American Hustle

If you accept praise for someone else's work, You Hustle!

The Year in Running

Be Water, my friend

"Don't get set into one form, adapt it and build your own, and let it grow, be like water.

Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless-like water. Now you put water in a cup, it becomes the cup; you put water into a bottle it becomes the bottle; you put it in a teapot it becomes a teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. BE WATER, MY FRIEND."  Bruce Lee

Journey of One Thousand Miles

"Some people create with words or with music or with a brush and paints. I like to make something beautiful when I run. I like to make people stop and say, 'I've never seen anyone run like that before.' It's more than just a race, it's a style. It's being creative."  ~ Steve Prefontaine

Hit 1000 miles for the year today on my run at the Silver Comet Trail

Thanksgiving for teachers

 The Danielson Guide To a Highly Effective Thanksgiving

Unsatisfactory: You don't know how to cook a turkey. You serve a chicken instead. Half your family doesn't show because they are unmotivated by your invitation, which was issued at the last minute via Facebook. The other half turn on the football game and fall asleep. Your aunt tells your uncle where to stick the drumstick and a brawl erupts. Food is served on paper plates in front of the TV. You watch the game, and root for the Falcons. 

Needs Improvement: You set the alarm, but don't get up and the turkey is undercooked. 3 children are laughing while you say grace. 4 of your nephews refuse to watch the game with the rest of the family because you have failed to offer differentiated game choices. Conversation during dinner is marked by family members mumbling under their breath at your Aunt Rose, who confuses the Mayflower with the Titanic after her third Martini.... Only the drunk guests thank you on the way out. Your team loses the game.

Proficient: The turkey is heated to the right temperature. All the guests, whom you have invited by formal written correspondence, arrive on time with their assigned dish to pass. Your nephew sneaks near the dessert dish, but quickly walks away when you mention that it is being saved until after dinner. You share a meal in which all family members speak respectfully in turn as they share their thoughts on the meaning of Thanksgiving. All foods served at the table can be traced historically to the time of the Pilgrims. You watch the game as a family, cheer in unison for your team. Go Chargers. They win.

Exceed: The turkey, which has been growing free range in your back yard, comes in your house and jumps in the oven. The guests, who wrote to ask you please be invited to your house, show early with foods to fit all dietary and cultural needs. You watch the game on tape, but only as an video prompt for your family discussion of man's inhumanity to man. Your family plays Six Degrees of Sir Francis Bacon and is thus able to resolve, once and for all, the issue of whether Oswald acted alone.

BS Mountain

I can think of several places to use this stamp. 

Jolene...Just because

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Im begging of you please dont take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please dont take him just because you can
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
Theres nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, jolene

And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you dont know what he means to me, jolene

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Im begging of you please dont take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please dont take him just because you can

You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
Hes the only one for me, jolene

I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, jolene

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Im begging of you please dont take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please dont take him even though you can
Jolene, Jolene.
(written and performed by Dolly Parton- 1973)




And here's a different of version, sped up and performed by
The Sisters of Mercy in 1983  (BBC Radio 1)


And finally, the "Slow Ass Jolene" 2012. 
Slowed-down but still sung by Dolly Parton.
This might be my new favorite version.


Until I saw this from The White Stripes (2008)

The Art of Learning

~Learning is a Creative Process~

It's quite simple, really. Learning is a creative process. Children must be free to explore, to discover, to enjoy their learning as they grow and develop. Once you start measuring their performance and assigning value to the outcomes of learning the natural process is disturbed, hindered.

That's the problem with the business model, the factory mindset. This is why it's best to keep government and corporate leaders as far away from the classroom as possible. They want to measure everything, compare children to one another, compare teachers. Punish and reward.

That messes with teacher's and student's heads and hearts, it takes their minds off what they were reading, exploring, creating and enjoying and starts to get them to think too much about their performance, the "products" of their learning.

Creativity is destroyed, love of learning and curiosity disturbed. Which leads to pretty lousy outcomes in the long run. It's a paradox, really. There's nothing wrong with business and government leaders wanting creative and skillful citizens, but if that's the outcome you desire it's best to support the natural process that leads to it.

Give schools the support and resources they need, encourage teachers and students to be creative, collaborative, engaged and to share a love of learning together. Figure out how to provide equal funding for every school in the nation, how to reduce poverty and unemployment, that would help a lot.

Take a trip to Finland, see how they do things over there. Read some of Maria Montessori's writing, Carol Dweck's research on mindsets, Howard Gardner's theory of multiple intelligences or Csickszentmihalyi's research on flow. Check out James Comer's child development project and educate yourselves on what conditions lead to deep and lasting learning.

Do a bit of reading and research, then go back to your boardroom meetings. Work on improving your own critical thinking skills. Try to figure out how to encourage greater innovation in your companies, to reduce poverty and keep the economy from crashing.

But please, stop trying to test and measure everything so obsessively. It's the adults encouraging destructive business strategies in schools that need to be evaluated and educated, not the children.

~Christopher Chase
The Art of Learning

Happy Teachers will change the world- Thich Nhat Hanh

What the world needs

"The world does not need more successful rich people. What the world desperately needs are more successful Peacemakers, Healers, Restorers, Storytellers and Lovers of all kinds."

Dalai Lama

"Kids Who Die" by Langston Hughes

This is for the kids who die,
Black and white,

For kids will die certainly.
The old and rich will live on awhile,
As always,
Eating blood and gold,
Letting kids die.

Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi
Organizing sharecroppers
Kids will die in the streets of Chicago
Organizing workers
Kids will die in the orange groves of California
Telling others to get together
Whites and Filipinos,
Negroes and Mexicans,
All kinds of kids will die
Who don’t believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment
And a lousy peace.

Of course, the wise and the learned
Who pen editorials in the papers,
And the gentlemen with Dr. in front of their names
White and black,
Who make surveys and write books
Will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die,
And the sleazy courts,
And the bribe-reaching police,
And the blood-loving generals,
And the money-loving preachers
Will all raise their hands against the kids who die,
Beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets
To frighten the people—
For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people—
And the old and rich don’t want the people
To taste the iron of the kids who die,
Don’t want the people to get wise to their own power,
To believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together

Listen, kids who die—
Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you
Except in our hearts
Maybe your bodies’ll be lost in a swamp
Or a prison grave, or the potter’s field,
Or the rivers where you’re drowned like Leibknecht
But the day will come—
You are sure yourselves that it is coming—
When the marching feet of the masses
Will raise for you a living monument of love,
And joy, and laughter,
And black hands and white hands clasped as one,
And a song that reaches the sky—
The song of the life triumphant
Through the kids who die.

by Langston Hughes

Verdict: Epic Fail in Floriduh

We don't produce anything except for, you know, oranges and handguns.

--Carl Hiaasen, on Florida (Floriduh)

These murderers they always get away.  Dexter

Diane Ravitch on Arts Education

Graffiti, Art or Both

InfoGraphic: A History of BANKSY's Graffiti art

http://ow.ly/mztZG

Gay Day

"By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you married."
Six Feet Under

Win-Nguyen Situation

You say it like it's spelled: "Nguyen." 
The N and the G are silent and combine to form a W sound. 
As for the U, it sounds more like an E. 
Also, ignore the Y and the E. 

"Nguyen." What's the issue?

http://www.itspronouncednguyen.com/

La Musica

• Mary Margaret O'Hara
• Eva Cassidy
• Bjork
• Cowboy Junkies
• Natalie Merchant
• 4 NonBlondes
• Edie Brickell & the New Bohemians
• Mazzy Star
• Lucinda Williams
• Tori Amos
• Garbage w/ Shirley Manson
• The Breeders
• Morcheeba
• Lorde
• tuneyards
• Nouvelle Vague

It's 1984 all over again

 I ❤ the NSA. I heart Big Brother!

FYI: My neighbor's car tag expired. He also cheated on last year's income tax returns.

Stranger Than Fiction

"Thinking is the hardest work there is, which is probably the reason why so few engage in it."
Henry Ford

I've been thinking today. Yeah, it's been a while since I do that. Haven't written anything in weeks.

Today marks the conclusion of my 11th year teaching art in an elementary school. Eleven!  My previous career lasted for about 11 years. I worked as a sound designer but mostly a theatrical sound technician/ engineer. Also in 11 more years I will be eligible to retire with the rule of 80 (age + years of service.) This is also the 11-year anniversary of this blog. No kidding! I started this thing when I was working part-time at the library. I love the number eleven.  "...These go to 11!"

My first full-time job out of college took me to Portland Stage Company in Portland, Maine. Twenty  three years ago right?  I remember walking down the street a week after I got there, and as I was in the crosswalk I saw this girl named Cinnamon (there are not many people in the world with that name) passing by me. She was the director for one of the student shows we did at UC Santa Cruz. I was stunned momentarily so I didn't get to say anything to her. After all, Portland was 3000 miles away from Santa Cruz, the place where we last saw each other. I thought of  the song "Cinnamon Girl" by Neil Young & Crazy Horse.

The thing about working in the "theatre" is you get to move around the country frequently, no matter how good or how nice or how dedicated you are. Especially for actors and designers. My first summer stock theater job was at American Players Theatre in Spring Green, Wisconsin. It's a beautiful rustic charming outdoor theater up the hill in the countryside. One weekend before the season started I ventured down to State Street (equivalent of Santa Cruz's Pacific Garden) on the campus of University of Wisconsin at Madison.  Lovely liberal progressive city with tons of coffee shops (this was before the Starbucks explosion), record stores, used book stores, five big lakes and great parks. I spent hours walking up and down that street just watching people, browsing books and magazines and listening to street musicians and drinking tons of java. Espresso, cappuccino, mocha, latte... I didn't drink alcohol back then. I only started having a beer or a glass of wine after I started teaching in 2002. I think my fellow educators can understand that completely.

Anyway, back to Madison, Wisconsin.  I can still smell that coffee shop's aromatic caffeine fragrance to this day. Grunge just began in Seattle and Nirvana recorded Nevermind at a local studio (Smart Studios) owned by Butch Vitch before his days with the band Garbage. Didn't know who the heck this Butch Vig was and I was sure not a fan of Nirvana at the time because their music was being played on top 40 radio ALL the time. Eventually I subbed for a DJ one late Sunday night (12-3 AM shift) on the community radio station WORT-FM. I dug Madison, this city was kinda like the Santa Cruz/ Berkeley of the MidWest, but not as culturally diverse, if you know what I mean. Then one day I saw another UCSC student on the other side of the street. I never knew his name, I just know that I saw him previously at Porter College and once in a while at the radio station KZSC-FM. Dude with long curly hair, dark clothing and always wearing shades. Could be a generic Goth in any city, USA? Nah, this was definitely him. I was certain.  Oh yes, Madison Wisconsin. Nick names: 77 square miles surrounding by Reality. The People Republic of Madison. A Drinking City with a College problem. Home office of American Family Insurance-that damn catchy jingle I hear on the Tee Vee all the time.

The next theater was Baltimore Center Stage in 1992. I was an electrician/ assistant audio engineer. This was the place where I met my wife. Kathy was a stage management intern.  We're still together 21 years later. Or as I thought about it, three decades (90's, 00's, 10's), two centuries (1900 & 2000) and two millennia. I was there in Baltimore, "the city that reads," for exactly one year. Because the next season I was hired as a sound engineer for the Dallas Theater Center. The production manager who hired me was another UC Santa Cruz alumni, Ben Thoron. We knew each other and had some undergrad classes together at UCSC. Ben went on to get his MFA degree at Yale School of Drama. He is a couple of years younger than me. Ben is now the Technical Director at the Old Globe Theatre in San Diego, America's finest city. There is my point about a career in the theater.

Me and Kathy in front of Baltimore Center Stage-19 years later

It's true about "everything is big in Texas." I had enough of that state after one short year in Dallas, "the Big D."  Kathy and I got back together in Smyrna, a city just outside of Atlanta, the city too busy to hate. I did odd jobs, quit theater, and went back to college to get my teaching degree. I got my second bachelor's degree. This time it's a B.S. at Kennesaw State. Even graduated summa cum laude. We moved several times after that, more like another ten times. We got married, bought a house, sold it, rented condo, duplex and different houses. Craigslist. Don't judge. Hard to believe but I've been here in the South for 19 years now. The longest I have lived anywhere.

Oh, the UC Santa Cruz connection continues. Around 1998, when I was still working at the Tony award-winning Alliance Theatre in Atlanta I saw another alumna, Juliette Carillo who was just in town to guest direct a show on the Main Stage. I did remember seeing her in a production of West Side Story about ten years back at our school theater department. Her dad Eduardo was an art professor and did a mural for the set design. I just started the theater program after switching my major from computer science-but that's another topic for another day. I talked to her briefly in the green room during tech one evening. Professor Carillo has just passed away recently so she seemed touched that I remembered him and told her what I thought of his artwork and the groovy times we spent at the University of California Santa Cruz.

These days I work with children. And I mean the students. School is officially out for the year as of today. Here are some ways I say good bye to them:

• See ya later- Alligator
• After a While- Crocodile
• Take Care-Teddy Bear
• So Long- King Kong
• Good-Bye- Butterfly
• Let's Scat- Alley Cat
• Out the Door- Dinosaur
• Chop Chop- Lollipop
• Toot A Loo- Kangaroo
• Adios - Amigos!
• That's the End- My Friend!
  

Juju

Tramps like us, baby we were born to run barefoot.

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL BAREFOOT RUNNING DAY

Quatro de Mayo

Breaking News:

Scott Hamilton just came out as the first openly straight Male Figure Skater in the United States.

Guns & The NRA

Dear NRA,

Thank you but no thanks.
I am not a scared, paranoid, insecure, unstable lunatic.
So I just don't need or want your guns.
Save them for your little friends.

Up yours yourself.

Sincerely,

Me

Shame Shame Shame

Shame on You!
These 45 U.S. Senators.

"Nice gun. Sorry about your penis." Someone said on Huffington Post 
I understand the scared white guy mentality, but what's with the 4 women and the lone black dude. C'mon Man!

Saint Patty's Day

Water Drop Dash 5K

Chattahoochee Nature Center, Roswell, GA 

My 70th overall race over the past 4 years. (39th 5K)

Anti-preneur Manifesto

I don’t want to be a designer, a marketer, an illustrator, a brander, a social media consultant, a multi-platform guru, an interface wizard, a writer of copy, a technological assistant, an applicator, an aesthetic king, a notable user, a profit-maximizer, a bottom-line analyzer, a meme generator, a hit tracker, a re-poster, a sponsored blogger, a starred commentator, an online retailer, a viral relayer, a handle, a font or a page. I don’t want to be linked in, tuned in, ‘liked’, incorporated, listed or programmed. I don’t want to be a brand, a representative, an ambassador, a bestseller or a chart-topper. I don’t want to be a human resource or part of your human capital.

I don’t want to be an entrepreneur of myself.

Don’t listen to the founders, the employers, the newspapers, the pundits, the editors, the forecasters, the researchers, the branders, the career counselors, the prime minister, the job market, Michel Foucault or your haughty brother in finance – there’s something else!

I want to be a lover, a teacher, a wanderer, an assembler of words, a sculptor of immaterial, a maker of instruments, a Socratic philosopherπ and an erratic muse. I want to be a community center, a piece of art, a wonky cursive script and an old-growth tree! I want to be a disrupter, a creator, an apocalyptic visionary, a master of reconfiguration, a hypocritical parent, an illegal download and a choose-your-own-adventure! I want to be a renegade agitator! A licker of ice cream! An organizer of mischief! A released charge! A double jump on the trampoline! A wayward youth! A volunteer! A partner.

I want to be a curator of myself, an anti-preneur, a person.

Unlimited availabilities. No followers required. Only friends.

-- Danielle Leduc

http://www.adbusters.org/magazine/106/anti-preneur-manifesto.html

Mad World

Thirty years ago today this song came out. "The Hurting" was the album. Pale Shelter was another favorite. I was a junior at Hoover High in San Diego, California. Wow, 30 years...


Hello Teacher tell me what's my lesson...Look right through me...Look right through me.

Altra The One

Focus on what is right

Discarded gun Art

This is the kind of art that I'm interested in doing whenever I can.
Mexican artist transforms confiscated, surrendered guns into musical instruments - DailyFreeman.com

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known.-Chuck Palahniuk

Free Thinking Country

Billboard seen on Hwy 94 Eastbound in Lemon Grove/ San Diego
I was there visiting Mom and Dad last weekend.

ATHEISM. A PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP WITH REALITY. 

My list of 100 books

“The 20th Century’s Greatest Hits: 100 English-Language Books of Fiction” by Larry McCaffery

Titles are below; you can read the list, complete with McCaffery’s brief thoughts on each, at LitLine
(excerpting from American Book Review, Volume 20, Issue 6, September/October 1999).

1. Pale Fire, Vladimir Nabokov, 1962.
2. Ulysses, James Joyce, 1922.
3. Gravity’s Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon, 1973.
4. The Public Burning, Robert Coover, 1977.
5. The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner, 1929.
6. Trilogy (Molloy [1953], Malone Dies [1956], The Unnamable [1957]), Samuel Beckett.
7. The Making of Americans, Gertrude Stein, 1925.
8. Nova Trilogy (The Soft Machine [1962], Nova Express [1964], The Ticket that Exploded, [1967]), William S. Burroughs.
9. Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov, 1955.
10. Finnegans Wake, James Joyce, 1941.
11. Take It or Leave It, Raymond Federman, 1975.
12. Beloved, Toni Morrison, 1986.
13. Going Native, Stephen Wright, 1994.
14. Under the Volcano, Malcolm Lowry, 1949.
15. To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf, 1927.
16. In the Heart of the Heart of the Country, William H. Gass, 1968.
17. JR, William Gaddis, 1975.
18. Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison, 1952.
19. Underworld, Don DeLillo, 1997.
20. The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway, 1926.
21. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce, 1916.
22. The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1925.
23. The Ambassadors, Henry James, 1903.
24. Women in Love, D.H. Lawrence, 1921.
25. 60 Stories, Donald Barthelme, 1981.
26. The Rifles, William T. Vollmann, 1993.
27. The Recognitions, William Gaddis, 1955.
28. Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad, 1902.
29. Catch 22, Joseph Heller, 1961.
30. 1984, George Orwell, 1949.
31. Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neal Hurston, 1937.
32. Absalom, Absalom!, William Faulkner, 1936.
33. Dhalgren, Samuel R. Delany, 1975.
34. The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck, 1939.
35. The Four Elements Tetrology (earth: The Stain [1984], fire: Entering Fire [1986], water: The Fountains of Neptune[1992], and air: The Jade Cabinet [1993]), Rikki Ducornet.
36. Cyberspace Trilogy (Neuromancer [1984], Count Zero [1986], Mona Lisa Overdrive [1988]), William Gibson.
37. Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller, 1934.
38. On the Road, Jack Kerouac, 1957.
39. Lookout Cartridge, Joseph McElroy, 1974.
40. Crash, J.G. Ballard, 1973.
41. Midnight’s Children, Salman Rushdie, 1981.
42. The Sot-Weed Factor, John Barth, 1960.
43. Genoa, Paul Metcalf, 1965.
44. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley, 1932.
45. A Passage to India, E.M. Forster, 1924.
46. Double or Nothing, Raymond Federman, 1972.
47. At Swim-Two-Birds, Flann O’Brien, 1951.
48. Blood Meridian, Cormac McCarthy, 1985.
49. The Cannibal, John Hawkes, 1949.
50. Native Son, Richard Wright, 1940.
51. The Day of the Locust, Nathanael West, 1939.
52. Nightwood, Djuna Barnes, 1936.
53. Housekeeping, Marilynn Robinson, 1981.
54. Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., 1969.
55. Libra, Don DeLillo, 1986.
56. Wise Blood, Flannery O’Conner, 1952.
57. Always Coming Home, Ursula K. LeGuin, 1985.
58. USA Trilogy (The 42nd Parallel [1930], 1919 [1932], and The Big Money [1936]), John Dos Passos.
59. The Golden Notebook, Doris Lessing, 1962.
60. The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger, 1951.
61. Red Harvest, Dashiell Hammett, 1929.
62. What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, Raymond Carver, 1981.
63. Dubliners, James Joyce, 1915.
64. Cane, Jean Toomer, 1925.
65. The House of Mirth, Edith Wharton, 1905.
66. Ridley Walker, Russell Hoban, 1982.
67. Checkerboard Trilogy (Go in Beauty [1955], The Bronc People [1958], Portrait of the Artist with 26 Horses [1962]), William Eastlake.
68. The Franchiser, Stanley Elkin, 1976.
69. New York Trilogy (City of Glass [1985], Ghosts [1986], The Locked Room [1986]), Paul Auster.
70. Skinny Legs and All, Tom Robbins, 1986.
71. Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace, 1995.
72. The Age of Wire and String, Ben Marcus, 1996.
73. Tlooth, Harry Mathews, 1966.
74. Pricksongs and Descants, Robert Coover, 1969.
75. The Man in the High Castle, Phillip K. Dick, 1962.
76. American Psycho, Brett Easton Ellis, 1988.
77. The French Lieutenant’s Woman, John Fowles, 1969.
78. The Book of the New Sun Tetrology (The Shadow of the Torturer [1980], The Claw of the Conciliator [1981], The Sword of Lictor [1982], The Citadel of the Autarch [1982]), Gene Wolfe.
79. A Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess, 1962.
80. Albany Trilogy (Legs [1976], Billy Phelan’s Greatest Game [1978], Ironweed [1983]), William Kennedy.
81. The Tunnel, William H. Gass, 1995.
82. Omensetter’s Luck, William H. Gass, 1966.
83. The Sheltering Sky, Paul Bowles, 1948.
84. Darconville’s Cat, Alexander Theroux, 1981.
85. Up, Ronald Sukenick, 1968.
86. Yellow Back Radio Broke Down, Ishamel Reed, 1969.
87. Winesburg, Ohio, Sherwood Anderson, 1919.
88. You Bright and Risen Angels, William T. Vollmann, 1987.
89. The Naked and the Dead, Norman Mailer, 1948.
90. The Universal Baseball Association, J. Henry Waugh, Prop., Robert Coover, 1968.
91. Creamy and Delicious, Steve Katz, 1971.
92. Waiting for the Barbarians, J.M. Coetzee, 1980.
93. More than Human, Theodore Sturgeon, 1951.
94. Mulligan Stew, Gilbert Sorrentino, 1979.
95. Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe, 1929.
96. An American Tragedy, Theodore Dreiser, 1925.
97. Easy Travels to Other Planets, Ted Mooney, 1981.
98. Tours of the Black Clock, Steve Erickson, 1989.
99. In Memoriam to Identity, Kathy Acker, 1990.
100. Hogg, Samuel R. Delany, 1996.

Thanks Global Warming!

I Have A Dream...

Barack to the Future, Part 2

Man vs Nature

http://vimeo.com/56093731#

Less IS More

2013 Year of the Snake

2012 was an especially short and quick year even with the extra day. Instead of recapping/ reliving the past I am going to make some New Year goals for 2013.
Year of the Snake - my astrological sign.

• Read every day
• Draw in my sketchbook daily
• Create/ make art/ play music
• Smile more, especially at the end of races while being chicked by the wife.
• Write in this dang blog once in a while.
• Stretch/ Abs/ Core/ Upper body exercise
• Run a minimum mile a day @ ChiRunning
• Relax, Breathe, Slow down.
• Be in the moment.
• Embrace whatever life throws at me.