My Morning Commute

Hello, Alaska

This is categorically the most amazing view I’ve ever had outside a plane window – second only to that green wisp of Aurora Borealis I met for the first time, on a solo trip in 2003. This trip of course, came with a price to pay in the form of a 12-hour delayed connecting flight. I would do it again only if I had the rest of my team with me.

Tired, but I need to keep prepping myself that the mission has yet to begin. Bring it on.

Four Months After

Published our wedding website last week for friends and family:

We’ll be having a small reception for folks in the US, and are still planning a shebang for Manila sometime later this year. If you are very special, you might even get to see a few easter eggs at the site:

As usual, we built everything from the ground up – Kat did the wonderful illustrations and I coded the nerd end of the site. Since this is the first time we’ve done anything like this, any comments are appreciated ;)

Hydrating at 9,600 Feet

Greetings from Colorado. I’m on my nth bottle of water, trying to keep my head above the altitude sickness that blew my head apart last time I was in Breckenridge for snowboarding last year. The base of the town itself is at 9,600 feet, far higher than what my small lungs are used to. The air is very thin. Sickness has been at bay so far, with only a slight throb and finding myself catching my breath here and there. We boarded today at Vail, which had too many people and long wait on the lifts. But with snow like this, what me worry?

I think this is a good springboard to get back in shape – I’ve been particularly negligent about the poking belly I’ve been starting to nurse over the years, and my poor lung capacity. I really enjoy snowboarding. Cruising fast and bombing through powder, feeling the rush of the wind and the snow scattering underneath your feet. It’s surprising to think that I had my first season 5 years ago already, yet there is still so much more to learn, so much more of myself to know and understand. I need to go more often. We always tend to say things that we want to do, but hardly do we take the steps to do them. I hope I’m wrong.

When we got back in to the lodge today, I tried my first “ice bath”. Basically dunking my lower body into a tub of freezing water, to prevent muscle soreness the next day and to make my balls temporarily disappear. Hell. Then we hopped into the outdoor hot tub. Heaven.

Tomorrow is another day: rinse, and repeat.

Would You Like Fries With That?

I’m not quite sure what to make of those three guys in the local McDonald’s a few nights ago. There was a lot of boorish slurring at excessive volume about a stubborn defiance against sin as a social construct, against the ironic shame of sexuality in an increasingly perverse society. One of them had a horrible not-quite-there-yet avant-garde haircut. Real men know that swagger doesn’t come from the store in a bottle of hair product.

The world is a mysterious place sometimes.

Hiatus

There has been some serious negligence in sitting down and getting my thoughts in order. Several wonderful things are still unfolding across everyone’s lives, whether or not we choose to acknowledge them. This space still remains my place of meditation, and my avoidance of sitting down to hash it all out does not signify the lack of anything interesting to ponder on.

Eat My Balls Ahh
I love balls.

I’m now in the lounge of America’s Armpit (LAX), en route to another Manila-Guam debacle. With a steady supply of beer and late work nights on the horizon, perhaps we’ll come across some new insights and better perspectives on how to make sure 2012 goes down in history as the year that we grab our balls and actually do something with them. Fuck chivalry, no one gets out of life alive. Each day we aspire to to be the best person we can be, is a day spent conquering the world.

Happy Holidays

Christmas Bokeh

Merry Christmas

That we may continually be blessed by the fortune of good health, great company, and meaningful lives.

Happy holidays, from the warm hearts of Kat, Lovine, and Nickel. :)

Feeling Lonely?


Pick up a rock.

I’ve been MIA the past few weeks on this blog. I officially realized it when my brother-in-laws (or brothers-in-law? brothers-in-laws? brolos?) both complained about having to see Cousin James as the last entry. I took that picture waaaay too long ago!

Kat and I have been trying to keep a clean house, and although there has been some progress, the to-do-list keeps on getting longer. And it always takes longer than planned to accomplish anything of significance.

The neverending to-do list. Maybe it’s a subliminal way of keeping ahead of the New Years Resolution of keeping all my crap together. Another reason why it feels so good to drop everything and camp away from the city, so we don’t have to think and deal about everyday crap. The only thing you have to think about is where you will have to crap that morning. Crap.

Always look out for mysterious rocks, ladies and gentlemen.

Smoking Up

Hey Cousin James, stop smoking and do drugs instead. AKA KBBQ/Kyochon. Mmmm.