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You Are A Hazelnut Tree

You're a charmer with a killer sense of humor. You are very demanding, but you can also be very understanding. No matter what, you always make a lasting impression - you're quite popular. Passionate, you are an active fighter for social causes and politics. In general, you are moody, honest, a perfectionist, and very sexual.

What's Your Celtic Horoscope?

You Belong in Paris

You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris. You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.

What European City Do You Belong In?

You Are Snow

Magical yet potentially destructive You are well known as fun to play with People anticipate your arrival but then are quickly sick of you You are best known for: your serenity Your dominant state: reflecting

What Type of Weather Are You?

A Blue Shirt Monday

Today was one for the record books. My design studio consists of roughly thirty-five people. Twenty of which are men. Of those twenty, fifteen wore blue shirts and khaki pants (the famous IBM uniform). I find myself at a challenging crossroads. I am new and should tred lightly in my new corporate setting. But the situation is such that all decency is diluted by a plethora of comedic potential. The momentum is unstoppable, the humor predictable and repetitive. What will Tuesday bring...red shirts I hope.

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.

Rapunzel

Last Friday a group of us completed a giant sand sculpture for the annual Sandfest weekend. Although none of us had ever done this before we were quite pleased with what we were able to accomplish. This 8 foot behemoth was the tallest of all entries, and proved to be an amusing interpretation of the children's classic story.

Plain, WA

An interesting event occurred earlier this summer. I had just spent the day with two of my friends and all their friends rafting the Wenatchee. The day was hot, the water cold, and the waves...well they could have been bigger. Honestly, us Coloradans need serious whitewater to get our adrenaline pumping. None the less a fantastic way to spend the weekend. After the conclusion of the trip and the all too familiar trip back to your car in a rehabilitated school bus, we adjourned to a fantastic beer haus in Leavenworth. After a delectable liquid dinner, we headed out of town, eyes enthusiastically consuming the views. Knowing we are running low on gas we stop at a gas station. But thanks to our current fuel conundrum, No Gas. No Gas at a Gas Station, what is this the 70's. So our choices are twofold. Travel four miles out of our way to the next closest gas station or try and push it twenty miles to the next town en route. Taking the conservative approach, which I verbally objected to, we head to the nearer station. Four miles later we are in Plain, WA. A beautiful little town with no gas. Deciding we are shit out of luck to make it to the other town, we opt to turn around and head back to Leavenworth for fuel. So here we are three woman and myself coasting through the mountainous backcountry of Washington in search of gas. So desperate are we that we pass a car in neutral. We must conserve every drop. Passing a car in neutral is surprisingly rewarding. I highly recommend it. In short, an hour after leaving Leavenworth we return to get gas, nowhere closer to home, but intimately familiar with Plain.

Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover

You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you! Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter. You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you. You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover. Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives. Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours. No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

10 Signs your neighborhood is becoming a ghetto

10. The mounted police patrol your sidewalks.
9. They break up a large arms dealing gang at your bus stop.
8. You felt safer when the arms dealers were there.
7. The singing panhandler goes out of business.
6. A hierarchy of street thugs forms.

5. People shoot up on your front stoop.
4. You have witnessed a violent crime in your courtyard.
3. A loud scream or siren wakes you every night.
2. Spontaneous street parties form on your corner, but with mediocre cars, music, and woman.
1. The mayor chooses your neighborhood for a massive "revitalization."