Do you like boys or girls?

For the second time in two weeks a very nice gay boy asked me if I was into boys or girls. I'm not sure what that says about my general appearance, where I live or where I'm spending my time. I'll take it is a compliment, and recognize that I live in the gay capitol of Seattle. In both instances I continued to have a good time hanging out with said gay boys. Last night the boy offered to pick out girls for me which I found to be very polite. I do have to wonder how the rest of that conversation goes if the person being asked actually is gay. At least as far as I know it isn't acceptable to walk up to a girl and ask if she likes boys or girls. If she likes boys you could then move on to a very quick, "Can I buy you a drink?", which of course translates to "Do you like me?". That would be much too simple.

In fact I saw a very attractive young woman today while at the grocery store, and I really did wonder, does she like boys or girls? We exchanged smiles across the banannas part of the Northwest friendly but detached social custom. I had headphones in and that was the end of that. I'm still curious.

Not everything dies alone

Last night I saw a friend of mine standing on a street corner a little after 2am. He didn't look like he was particularly interested in going anywhere as I approached. I asked what he was up to. His response was to show me the large street rat he had cradled in his arms. Three drunk guys had taken it upon themselves to kick the rat half to death. My friend didn't know what to do to help the rat, and was fairly certain nothing could be done. He held the rat until it passed, doing the only thing he could, which was to keep it warm.

It sucks that some people grow up to think that inflicting pain on another living being for no good reason is entertainment. It is awe inspiring that others were raised to care enough about all living creatures to hold a dying rat trying to make its last moments less painful.

Ass to Torso Ratio

There is a man who works in my building who's ass is larger than my entire torso. I will concede that he is a rather tall man with a large build. I will also concede that I am of average height with a "petite" build. Still this man's ass is of freakishly large size. No deep thoughts or revelations here, just an observation which makes me a little uncomfortable.

Return To Squamish

The weekend was spent in Squamish BC. I haven't been to Cananda since I broke my spine several years ago at Whistler. I haven't been to Squamish in over 15 years. The return was long over due.

Squamish is a mecca for bouldering and climbing of all sorts. The weather was fantastic. The company was fantastic. I think most of the Seattle bouldering comunity was present and tromping around the woods in medium to small groups. I got to take a good friend on her first outdoor bouldering adventure.

We did learn a few lessons over the weekend:

1. Beer is too expensive in Cananda. We will take more with us next time.
2. Don't forget the Scotch.
3. Eating out in Squamish is too expensive. We will cook our own food next time.
4. Ben is a lunatic. We already knew that but we know it more now.

What more can I say. Life remains to be aswesome. My motorcycle should be ready this week bringing the more awesome.

Fantastic Four Days

Thursday - Amazing sunny day in Seattle. Spent the afternoon and evening climbing at Exit 38.
Friday - Amazing sunny day in Seattle. Rooftop BBQ in Belltown followed by The Glitch Mob.
Saturday - Amazing sunny day in Seattle. Cheese Festival, mid-day drinks with good friends. Evning drinks with more good friends.
Sunday - Amazing sunny day in Seattle. Spent the day bouldering in Leavenworth.

4 Days of good friends. 4 Days of good weather. 2 Days of climbing.

Basically life is pretty freaking sweet.

Running towards nothing

For a long time I didn't really understand some people's desire to travel. I understood the desire to see new places, but I didn't understand the expectation to figure life out running away from it. If there is something you are running from that makes sense, distance can do a lot and help make things clear. My recent travels started as an attempt to get some distance. Somewhere in the running away from something and towards nothing I found that the running itself has value. It doesn't need to be towards anything or away from anything, as long as you keep moving. Life doesn't magically make sense but little pieces are fitting together better.

In the beginning

My life over the last year and a half has gone through some dramatic changes internally and externally. Complete views of the world have been altered, life long desires or lack there of have taken complete 180 degree turns. A lot of these things happened slowly and I didn't understand they were happening or didn't know how to deal with them. Drifting along not addressing these changes lead to destroying some very important things in my life. The upshot of all this is that I find myself now more acutely aware of who I am and what I want than I have ever been in my life even if I don't know how to get there. I find myself travelling and being present in my own life.

This blog will be the place I drop random thoughts, comments and general confusion both in daily life and while away from home.