I love that I'm doing business with people in Denver and Hawaii.  I get phone calls from the 303 and the 808.

Rain
I can hear you
making small holes
in the silence
rain

If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut

And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind

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Last night on my commute home I was the victim of a road-rage hate crime.  Yes - hate crime.  Let me explain.

I was riding down McClellan from Beacon Hill towards Rainier Ave.  I know this is kind of a crazy idea, especially at dusk, on wet roads, during rush hour (and after what happened I think it may have been the last time i ever do that).  Just ( Read more... )

It's been a long time since I wrote anything here.  Things have been pretty busy, but probably not that busy that I couldn't have updated.  I guess my priorities have been shifted all around.  Having a baby is pretty amazing.  She kills me with all her cute, so much that even after I occasionally have to put her down and walk away if she's being a ( Read more... )

I am sorry for my English which is not good.I will make grammar and orthography mistakes but I am sure that you will understand what I have to say. OK, France defend well, All Blacks do not play so well as expected. But between those teams the distance is not so big, so that is why refereeing is so important. Both French tries are scored after ( Read more... )

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I was kind of dreading the bike commute to the new office, due to it basically being straight up and over Beacon Hill.  I started out thinking I was going to go the long way up, following Cheast Blvd, but once I a little fire in my legs, I thought 'what the hell' and just took a more direct route westwards.  It wasn't so bad after all. 15 minutes ( Read more... )

In what seems to be the only real ongoing theme in this journal I must report another road rage incident ( Read more... )

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