Blonde Tsunami

In one of my last U-district adventures, I was nearly drowned by a sea of blonde lemmings. I found myself walking south from 47th to 45th. The street appearing normal, a demographic of balance. Slowly at first my eye, keen as it is, begins to notice a changing of the tide. At first a small group, three, in matching shirts, products of the same factory. As if a secret conveyor belt were working overtime, waves of feminism begin to crash against the calm of the "Ave". By the time I reach 45th, the seemingly banal waves have grown into a tsunami of catastrophic magnitude. I find myself drownding in a sea of blonde. Incessant chatter crashing all around me. Rush week consumes me, eroding my non-Greek countenance--transforming me into a sex-crazed teen. Violently, images of unfulfilled fantasies whip through my head. The musk of perfumes intoxicating. Perspiration weeps from my brow, my hand clammy to the touch. Just as soon as it came, it passes. I remain, a rock in a sea of normality once again.

Flogging, not your everyday kink

Seattle continues to surprise me. If one just takes the time to open their eyes and ears, there is an amazing amount that she will present to you. Today was another lesson of her allure. I was casually walking down Seneca towards a place for lunch. Two people a man and a woman in business casual attire are having a conversation on the sidewalk. The gentleman's ecstatic gesticulations tease my visual thirst. He continues making a striking motion from above his head behind his body. The woman intently gazes on, studying the subtler movements. As I approach nearer, my ears ring with anticipation, longing to make sense of this affair. Within ear shot I hear the man instruct, "It is this motion here with the elbow that gives you the most reward with self-flogging." The world is an instantaneous blur, an easel of colors which possess neither shape nor order. My brain questions my ears, "Self-flogging?" And then the woman confirms it, "I just haven't been getting the result I am looking for. My flogging technique isn't quite there." The colors quickly collide into focus, a jolting halt reminiscent of youthful carnival rides. As my legs drag my reluctant eyes and straining ears around the corner, my brain is left mute. All that remains is a stupid grin upon my face, and a stomach which yearns to be fed.

A Day of Accomplishment

So today proved to be a successful one. It was a hard day at the office as our team was working to prepare for our boss leaving on vacation for the next month. Things were a little hectic and energized. But the day was beautiful and we accomplished all we needed. But the ultimate success came in the evening. Tonight I successfully passed my National Intercollegiate Soccer Officiating exam. It included a brutal fitness test and a written exam. Now I am legally qualified to officiate collegiate soccer. The UW will never be safe.

Hindsight is 20/20

A post by a friend. Sometimes others just say it better. Click on the title for a link to her website.

Why is it - that when life tries to tell us something, we don't listen... Day to day provides wonderful opportunities and yet it's chance - the 'stupid' coincidences of life that cause us to make irrational decisions we can pretend to feel good about.

Why listen to something that makes no sense? And why does it feel so empowering to follow something that makes no sense? Is it just the desire to want what we can't have? What about learning to be happy for the present moment? Why do we never feel the right feelings at the right time? Or hear the birds until after they've flown away? Why do we always seek to rebel what's right for us? And run from the things we know are good and comfortable and right...

Do you follow your gut?
Do you follow your heart?
Do you follow your brain?

And if you should be so lucky to find they all align at some point, will the opportunity be missed? Is it already too far gone? Has the damage already been done? 'They say' "it's never too late..." but why is it, than when you realize what you want - it appears too late - the circumstances that were in your control are suddenly out of reach.

I have this horrible habit to resist the thing I actually desire.
I seek patience and yet I'm growing impatient with myself.
Everything I pushed away, everything I rebelled, is everything I want.

And everything I thought I wanted is changing.