If you’re trying to be cool you’ve already missed the boat; the fire inside to have courage is the thing itself.
So is that if and only if or exclusive or?
What other picture could go here but Teddy and Muir
Cool courage
random
Music success
If Google shows a music group Wikipedia page before the official page, is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Old pics
So a few years ago I got this brand new Lenovo laptop and decided that windows is for chumps, I’m going Ubuntu all the way.
So I installed Ubuntu, dual booting with Vista.
Then I decided that’s for chumps, real ballers nix Vista and use powerful Linux for EVERYTHING.
That’s where I found out why real ballers are real ballers (and why I wasn’t quite baller)…
This is Wes, one of the mechanics at the bike shop I worked at.
Nice shades breh.
For the record Wes also got the ultimate compliment from the local grom squad: “sweet kicks man.”
Nuff said.
I wonder if he’s still styling the white Tarmac.
This was my daily morning bus trip to UW. Shot with a camera phone out the back window of the bus towards Bellevue, and towards the sunrise (dur).
Complex Analysis. This was one of my favorite classes ever. The prof was legitimately crazy, absolutely brilliant, really scary at first, and more than any (but one) prof I’ve had he truly really cared about us students despite having to teach us little piddly raisins easy stuff compared to type of wild and deep things in math he deals with daily. And being a crazy old codger he somehow was one of the only profs I’ve had who really treated everybody equal. And in a bar fight this guy would lay fools out (did I mention he’s an ex-Navy-fighter-pilot?).
Old phone pictures are like Cliff notes for chapters of life, aren’t they?
Conclusion: always have a phone with at least a decently good camera.
The heart of the Polaroid camera lives on.
Belly feel win
There’s this kid in the office who spends a lot of time trying to bug me. Any way he can make fun of english or white people or my accent or my hair, it’s all free game, lets try to get under dave’s skin.
I resist. I smile and laugh. Always.
But the other day, I fought back.
He walked over and asked me to connect the internet, throwing in one or two of the spanishly-butchered english words and a slimy “yyYYYYeeeaahh.”
But I interrupted. I softly put my hand on his belly. He stopped talking. I took my hand off and he kept talking, so I put my hand on his belly again, more firmly (but still softly).
He stopped talking and sputtered some bad words in spanish.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, this day I won.
Motorcycles
Motorcycle wrenching fun, motorcycle flying fun, motorcycle from here to there and back fun
The best motorcycle for the one is the worst motorcycle for the other is the alright motorcycle for the other.
Cliché solution #1: the best motorcycle is the one that you are riding
Cliché solution #2: the best motorcycle is the one that makes you think about God
Penny farthing bicycle racing
I really, really have got to do this someday.
Note that the guys with beards are about to lap the guys without beards. Just saying.
from evandalevillagefair.com
List of 28 things
1. I’ve never once regretted having gone backpacking
2. Short stories
3. Poverty — ignorant and prideful people both the poor and the rich — poverty-making suppression and abuse of people groups
4. Supermacro help and supermicro help…everything else doesn’t work
5. 1977 Yamaha 250 two-smokers are really, really really fun and loud
6. Teaching (supermicro)
7. Taking beautiful pictures with a digital camera loses it’s charm
8. Catch-22
9. Alaskan bush pilots
10. Alaskan bush pilot
11. The ocean
12. Pike Place Market mini-doughnuts
13. Native America
14. Lost times and lost people that live on in tales and stories
15. The Beatitudes
16. Mayan numbers (I can do zero to five hundred, yo)
17. Queen Charlotte Islands
18. Murtle Lake, BC
19. Princess Luisa Inlet
20. Bicycle mechanic
21. Motorcycle mechanic
22. Whiskey and tobacco
23. Stout
24. Origins of Christianity
25. Galois Theory
26. Rag chewing
27. Indoor soccer goalkeeping
28. The motorcycle wave
April Fool’s (birth)Day
M, this is for you.
A few days ago I realized April Fool’s day is coming up soon, and I have been thinking a lot about it. Lots of things have come into my mind and heart when I realized that April Fool’s day is something deeper, a clear window into human condition. I only realized this when the concept of birthday and the concept of April Fool’s day came together in my mind, which happened thanks to my dear friend from school and my old Troop leader from Boy Scouts, who were both born on April 1st.
Wait, April Fool’s day? There are a lot of Holidays that are great for getting all windy about–Commercialized Christmas, unThankful Thanksgiving, Egg-riddled Easter, Baffling Boxing-Day, et cetera–but really Dave, April Fool’s day? Yes, April Fool’s day. And a birthday. Humor is one of things we still really have no clue about, and birth is the beginning of life.
Is this whole post just a hackneyed cliche? Ends and means, friend, ends and means.
In the past six months, my mind has been really occupied by this thing, human essence, human condition, or whatever you might want to call it. Living in Guatemala has been a wild experience so far–not at all what I expected, but more learning than I can shake a stick at it. Two things have been separately wandering around my mind–the celebration and remembrance of birthdays, which many don’t do here (the lower two thirds of the population, the poor, usually don’t know their date of birth), and why we find humor in the unknown and unexpected (like April Fool’s jokes).
Two days ago, in a twinkle of a moment these two things dovetailed and immediately made all the sense in the world and opened up this window, this lens that helped me understand this idea of humor and the celebration of birthdays.
It’s long, so click to read more–
Lucky seven
Here come seven photos.
Well, actually technically I posted this post after I posted the photos, but if I’d posted this before, then it would show up after…really. I thought this out carefully.
Each has a story, each tells a story. Each is a story.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
Dirt road
Mother
Smile
Juggling
Note that the burners are going under all three pots. The fourth burner is going too, making hot cocoa.
Nikon D200 + old school Nikon 28/2.8 e series lens + carbon legged tripod + bounce flash
Mangoes
One-fifty said the woman. Not cool–last time they were one quetzal even, so I got on her case a bit. Are you sure? They must have gone up, last time they were a quetzal. Are they harder to find now?
I had gone to the market for fruit in the morning, searched for mangoes that looked good, and asked for the price.
She explained the price of the carton and how many, but I really didn’t want to do any mental math at all, so I just nodded and said Ok, I’ll take three.
Four for six quetzals, said the woman quicky. I thought–well, I guess if she’s gonna offer me a deal I oughta take it, so I said Sure, sounds good.
This afternoon as I pulled out the bag of four mangoes and thought about the price, I did a calculation. Six divided by four.
I was about to be frustrated, until I thought about having four mangoes instead of three.