Rage, and shout, and reach, and do

It’s late and I’m not really drunk. But I had a conversation tonight with a girl I will probably never see again, and although that’s all bitter-sweet ‘n’ stuff, the message I took away from the conversation is worth it. She was amazing, but afterward I realized that I know a lot of amazing people and I could know more if I just took a chance and talked to them. So thank you, amazing girl, for helping me through the medium of a conversational give-and-take, to see this powerful message that’s been there all along, but forgotten.

The message is simple:

Wake up.

That’s all… wake up. Most of the world is asleep, dreaming or maybe not even dreaming. Wake up, look around. Laugh, motherfucker. Cry, motherfucker. Rage, and shout, and reach, and do. Dreaming is fine but when the dream is done nothing is changed. It all goes back to the way it was when you fell asleep.

Take a chance and do something. Even if your little voice is telling you it might turn out wrong. Just wake up and try.

I could go on and on… but for now I just want that message to sink in, to become the underlying motivation for anything and everything I do.

Wake up.

Brianmas Eve

If Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Jesus of Nazareth, and Christmas Eve is the day before, then I shall call today “Brianmas Eve”.

If I feel like it, I’ll make up a bunch of “traditions” for the celebration of Brianmas. Later.

If history is any guide, though, not much happens on Brianmas. An oft-heard phrase is “well, consider this both your Christmas gift and a birthday gift!” or, rarely, “I got this on sale yesterday! I hope it fits!”

(Bitter? Yes, but only because it’s funny…)

So frickin’ drunk right now

Merry Christmas you guys! To you and your family and everyone you like and no one you hate!

I’m so frickin’ drunk right now!

I LOVE YOU GUYS!

…even the ones I can’t stand, you lying bastards! C’mere! Lemme give ya a hug?

I’m a baaaaaad, baaaaaaaaaad Santa…

Cynical Christmas Mix

And now, on this Day After Christmas Eves’ Eve, I present to you my Cynical Christmas Mix:

  1. Father Christmas – The Kinks
  2. Sometimes You Have To Work On Christmas (Sometimes) – Harvey Danger
  3. I’ve Got Some Presents For Santa – Sarah Taylor & Bill Mumy
  4. Fairytale of New York – The Pogues
  5. Santa Baby – Eartha Kitt
  6. Christmas Song – Adam Sandler
  7. Holiday In Cambodia – Dead Kennedys
  8. Another Auld Lang Syne – Dan Fogleberg
  9. Christmas At Ground Zero – Weird Al Yankovic
  10. Punk Rock Christmas – Sex Pistols
  11. Christmas At Ground Zero – Weird Al Yankovic
  12. I Won’t Be Home For Christmas – Blink 182
  13. A Spaceman Came Travelling – Chris De Burgh
  14. Christmas Wrapping – The Waitresses
  15. So This Is Christmas – John Lennon
  16. River – Joni Mitchell
  17. Snowmiser Song – Mr. Snowmiser
  18. Heatmiser Song – Mr. Heatmiser

I’m pretty sure that all of the Seven Deadly Sins are well represented there, along with the Four Horsemen of the Apocolypse. It includes a few of the saddest songs I know… Perfect for sitting at home on Christmas Eve, drinking heavily, and wrapping presents for the special ones in your life. Especially the drinking part.

I’d love to comment specifically on some of the songs, but I’ve got to run down to the corner store and pick up more mixers. Luckily I laid in a good stock of Johnny Walker Red (it’s booze in a Christmas color!) for tonight’s wrapping extravaganza…

Boxing Day run

Merry Day-After Christmas Eves’ Eve to you all!

Today was a pretty good day for me. Got up fairly early and fairly un-hungover (last night I was drinking Finlandia and Squirt… kind of a quick-‘n’-dirty Greyhound) and picked up my FlexCar for the day. I had a little bit of Christmas shopping left to do, and then I was going to run.

I had originally planned to run at the gym, but today was very mild in comparison to the last several weeks – in the 50s, no rain, no wind. Looking around I saw lots of other runners, and realized that it would be good to get off the treadmill and out in streets.

I called my nephew, Max, to see if he’d like to join me and he did. After finishing my shopping, I went to pick him up, then we went out on my 3.5 mile loop. We walked the first half-mile to warmup, and since I’ve been hoping to helpl Max train more, he set a goal of running without stopping to walk for at least 15 minutes. I figured that was an achievable-but-challenging goal for him, as he had to stop to walk at around the 8-10 minute mark in our last race. Hopefully, without the pressure of a race day, he could do it.

And I stayed with him for the entire run, and it turned out to be challenging for me, as well. With the exception of the races I’ve done in the last couple of months, I haven’t run outside at all. I guess I’ve gotten used to the treadmill and have forgotten what it’s like to deal with asphalt, and cars, and hills. But we still turned in a very good performance for a training run. Actually, Max did better than any race he’s ever entered. He’s a rock star!

I wore shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, my Asics, and no music. I did use my inhaler, and took an extra dose of Claritin-D for my allergies and sinuses.

Here’s my half-mile splits:

  1. 4:54.1 (04:54.1)
  2. 5:04.4 (09:58.4)
  3. 4:40.0 (14:38.4)
  4. 5:21.6 (20:00.0)
  5. 5:22.5 (25:22.5)
  6. 5:20.3 (30:42.8)

That gives us a 10:14.3 average pace for the run, which as I noted above is awesome for Max, and pretty damn close to what I do in the gym lately. I knew Max could be a runner! When I asked him about his time today, he said “I don’t know. Some days I feel like running, and some days I don’t.”

Truer words were never spoken.

Since tomorrow will be spent around family, Max and I might sneak out for another run, probably go downtown to run around the waterfront and the Esplanade. I know I’ll want a break from family stuff tomorrow… I love them dearly but… well, you know.

Friday Cat Blogging 21

Friday Cat Blogging!

It snowed in Portland last weekend. Within a day or two, it had warmed up to the point that all the snow had melted away.

That’s about as close as we get to a White Christmas ’round these parts.

But I’m glad Smacky got to play in the snow a little bit, while it was here. I remember him frolicking around, have a blast, jumping into the snow drifts… As seen below:

…oh, yeah, I remember now. He couldn’t wait to get back inside where it was warm. He hated the snow. My bad.

…and here’s a couple more of Smacky vs. the snow vs. the closed door to inside.

Waaaaaaaaay more cats over at the Carnival of the Cats which goes up every Sunday and the 92nd edition will be hosted this week by Watermark. There are more weekly cats at eatstuff’s Weekend Cat Blogging which has many participants who may not be familiar to Ark or Carnival participants.

Books by Arthur Nersesian

It’s not often that I make a new friend and find out that a favorite author has not just one, not just two but three new-to-me books out, all at the same time. New books and new friends… Last time turned out to be a bad memory. This time will be better.

And the books? “Chinese Takeout” and “Unlubricated”, and a book of four plays called “The East Village Tetralogy“, all by Arthur Nersesian. I felt a small bit of guilt running up to Powell’s on my lunch break and buying all three, when I still have Christmas shopping to do. But I justified it by saying that even my closest friends would not know about this author, and I found all but the book of plays used, so it wasn’t that much money… and I don’t have that much shopping left, anyway.

Short days suck

By the way, I totally hate the winter solstice.

Short days suck. I swear, with the clouds and rain, that it was dark at 3:30 this afternoon.

I can not wait for the days to start getting longer.

I mean, technically, they’re going to start getting longer tomorrow. But I mean noticeably longer, which I probably won’t notice until late February or early March.

Yeah. Longer days would rock. Soon, please.

Eating like a bear

Running update:

I’ve still been eating like, well, like a bear storing up loads of adipose tissue for a nice long hibernation. Well, like a bear who works near a Starbucks’ and loves cinnamon, chai, eggnog, and peppermint mocha, not to mention cookies and almond! M&Ms! and anything chocolate and that’s not even counting the gianormous burritos and chips and adding bacon to everything bacon’s good on… yeah. Where was I? Oh, right, running.

So I knew I needed some hard running. My allergies or whatever are still flaring up, and that puts a damper on my speed, so I decided on distance. (I still need to add the strength training that I’ve been yapping about for weeks; soon, I hope) Tonight I planned on 4.5 miles. I knew it would be busy at the gym and I knew I would probably have to break that into two sections but I was going to do that much distance before going home or the gym closed. Ha, ha, just kidding. It’s open 24 hours, see, so… yeah.

Wore the Adidas, took a hit off my probably-completely-empty inhaler (it’s a psychological crutch by now) and wore shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. Music was Green Day’s “American Idiot” and the good parts of the Kill Bill Vol. 1 soundtrack.

Annnnnnd… I was off and running. Had to start out on my second-favorite treadmill but that’s OK. It doesn’t have much of a shelf but I had forgotten my towel and didn’t really need the shelf. I set a nice steady 10:20 pace and started running. I decided that I would run for 30 minutes or 3 miles before taking any kind of a break, whether a bathroom break, for water, or just a walking break. After 2 miles I bumped up the speed a bit, and then again around 2.5 miles. And I plodded along and did, in fact, manage to make it to near 3 miles without breaking anything other than a sweat. I did fantasize about making it to 3.5 miles, so I just had to finish with a 1.0 mile cooldown, but my digestive system did not cooperate. I finished with about 0.1 mile of 8:06 pace and logged, in my first segment, 3.1 miles in 31:36 or so, for an average pace of about 10:12. Meh. But it was a tempo night, not a speed night.

Did have to use the bathroom, and returned to the treadmill about 5 lb. lighter and ready for my final 1.4 miles. I set a 9:50 pace and just stayed there. Breathing was a teensy-tiny bit constricted but I tried to relax and just go with it and nothing untoward happened. My sinuses did start clogging up, too. Ugh. I hate these allergies. I decided I wanted to end with a couple of 30 second fast segments, so when the timer rolled over to 13:30 I pushed the speed up to 8:06 again for a full 30 seconds, the dropped back to my 9:50 pace for 30-45 seconds, the back up to 8:06 pace for another 30 seconds, and by then I had gone past 1.5 miles. I neglected to check the exact speed (good for me!) but it was pretty close to 15:15 and just a shade over 1.5 miles.

Did my new-normal stretching routine, drank what felt like a gallon of water at the fountain, and I was done. 4.6+ total miles for the night.

NOTE TO SELF: Even though I have next Wednesday off due to it being my birthday, the gym is going to be doing work in the showers that day.