Golden State of Being
I only seem to visit the ocean at sunset.
My Apartment is Official
My mother and her husband John came out to visit a week or so ago. Since they left, California has blended into a gray smear of endless blue skies and constant blooming of flowers with occasional bursts of color when I hang out with Don and Mary Ann, but while they were here, we had an absolute blast. My mother got to play in the ocean surf during the very tail of a Pacific sunset.
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Where the Wild Things Are
Update: The official trailer is out
I’m still processing the trip back to Minnesota, so in the meantime, please enjoy these two videos:
Lake Tahoe
So, my team at work had a retreat at Lake Tahoe. I saw snow for the first time since leaving Minnesota last August. Ugh. As they say in Lolcats: “DO NOT WANT.”
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Whale Watching
January 11th was Sarah’s birthday, so I drove us to Monterey for a day of ocean-related activities, like visiting the aquarium and going whale watching. Sarah said that it was the best birthday ever. The only cetaceans that we saw were gray whales, but they were as majestic as you might imagine.
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Portland!
Right before Thanksgiving of last year, I stopped in Portland to visit Melody and Jay. I wish they lived about ten or eleven hours closer. Their son, Noah, demonstrates that Noahs are good things.
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Lucha Libris
Whether it be a master’s thesis, code, or just blog posts that one’s mother reads, sometimes writing has a lot in common with wrestling: you get all sweaty and roll around the floor with a gym teacher screaming at you not to be such a — wait, that’s not it at all. Anyway, to break some of my writer’s block, perhaps I should don the appropriate gear.
No, not a unitard.
This!
Ask Doctor Jesse: Sasquatch Infestation
As a doctor and maker and seller of fine internets, people turn to me for answers to their perplexing questions. For instance, Zach J from Minneapolis asks:
“How do I deal with a pesky sasquatch infestation?”
If You Love the Sea So Much
While trawling the internet for awesomeness, a rogue wave lashed me upon the rocks of this site: a collection of woodcuts and other art.
http://www.tugboatprintshop.com/
One particular page is their series of ocean-related work, and I want them all.
However, the most goodest stuff is sold out.
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Ow, My Perineum
For a long time I looked down my nose at people with sore asses after riding their bikes. Now, two days into my return to bicycle commuting — or rather, by three miles into the first day (and today is the second) — my ass feels like I am smuggling hot coals betwixt my cheeks. In other news, I bought new camouflage handlebar tape, so now I am ready for your basic Red Dawn scenario.