what’s with the jersey on gecko violence?!?

I’ll be the first to admit that i’m not a fan of running at night. I get paranoid. one wrong step, one ill-placed pot-hole and the gig is up for the next few months. not a fan at all.

but, today. today, i had to get outdoors. it had been far too long since i smelled the sewage that is the Yahoo! backyard. and, so today i headed out for a little run.

holy cow, did that shit rock. it’s been ages since i felt that good on a run. i think i must have been truckin’ around 7:10 or so. it was back to the days of tunnel-vision-existentialism or something. there was no wind out, and the water was glass. it was just sweet. pure outer body experience. runners high. drool runnin down the side of my mouth. fantastic. back to the days of feeling like i was running down hill.

oddly, the only thing i noticed before got all up-in-the-head was a dude coming back in on a bicycle . . . with a fishing pole. not a good idea.

off to clear my head in NYC

so, truth be told, i never thought there was much of a future in user generated video content. luckily, i bruce sent me this today.

cue something about floors, rolling, and laughter.

wha . . ?

shazaam! finally figured out this wordpress stuff . . . well . . . maybe. i’m sure there are more things to touch and eventually, i’ll get to importing the three years worth of crap that i did by hand, but it’s a start.

you should stop looking here.

instead, try here