Friday, February 23, 2007

dugal rocks

I was taking a mental break from number-crunching today....and stumbled across this photo. More of the v-man's artistry. the result of an afternoon spent on the beach...while mom surfed. He had pulled some charcoal out of a beachfire and started creating these characters. Assigning names. Interjecting conversation as he lined them up on the log. I don't recall the surf being terribly memorable. His dugal rocks...on the other hand...stand out.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Got Sea Turtle?

A true surf warrior has their very own sea turtle to carry them out into the line up. If you're not already on be addin' one to your quiver.
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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

sweet talker

v-man: You know what a chick

me: Yeah...?

v-man: A what you call a really hot girl.

me: Uh-huh...?

v-man: But you don't have to worry about that...'cuz nobody's gonna call you a chick.

me: I see...

Happy Valentine's me.

Monday, February 12, 2007


red polish
carefully applied
to the toes...

spoil me some more

Sunday, February 11, 2007


Looks can be deceiving...
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Friday, February 09, 2007


We had 8 minutes to spare this morning. Ninja Nav...decided to make an appearance. His cohorts in crime...Xam & Ydoc are guaranteed to show themselves sooner or later. Watch out girls...
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Thursday, February 08, 2007


I finally did it.

I broke down. I.....after an entire life of going without....broke down and got cable. The premium channels. It's always been plug & play for me. Rabbit ears. Static. Cursing and frantically adjusting the antennae because the station decides to not come in....the one night "my show" is on. I know this will be to my detriment. seemed like a good deal. And...I can always cancel it.

So....taking advantage of the plethora of crap, more crap and not-so-much-crap to choose from...I settled in on an HBO documentary the other night.


A documentary on girls & women that live a life of eating disorders. It follows their attempts to get help. Their attempts to cure themselves. Their...attempts.

A bitter pill to swallow.

Regardless...I made myself sit through it.

I watched intently. what these girls were doing to themselves. the blatant disregard for their very own health. their deceitful conniving ways. the thought that I am not above this.

Eating disorders made its big invasion into my life at an early age. Starving. Purging. Over-exercising. Body-fat testing. Weigh-ins. It became a numbers game. A competition. And as athletes...WE (myself, my twin, my friends) had that competitive edge about us. None of us....were going to lose to a scale. I watched as it swallowed my friends. We accepted it. We burried our heads. We succumbed to its beauty...its cunning...its guile. Slowly eating at us. Slowly wearing us down. By losing......we thought we were winning.

I purged. Hated it. Starved myself. But I like food too much. Then I found it. My very own personal poison. Exercise Bulemia. Calorie allowance...or in most cases restriction...based on calories burned. I could eat (so to speak) and purge...without sticking my fingers down my throat. And...burning calories was a no-brainer. Running & lifting in the a.m. before classes. Afternoon swim practices that exceeded 7000 yards. Six days a week. Yep....I had it all figured out...or so I thought.

It has since become a never-ending battle of internal dialogue. Thriving...subsiding...lingering...holding on. Fat days. Thin days. Stand-and-stare-in-the-mirror days.

An endless cycle of one day at a time.

One day at a time of eating healthy. Thinking healthy. Exercising...healthy. No more starving. No more purging. No more calorie allowances.

No more thin.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007


You want a fight?

You got it.