Today is the Ironman World Championships from Kaihlua-Kona, Hawaii. I, like I think a lot of people who are more than casual observers of the sport, have been planning to watch this triumphant spectacle of sport on the internet, as there is not live coverage. However, there are some technical difficulties with the connection and now I am forced to write about an event, I am not watching. Sweet.
At last report, many of the favorites either didn't start or were already throwing up on the bike. This would make for great television. Now, I know it is college football season, and I am as big a fan of college football as you can find. I often plan my fall weekends around attending Husky Games or ensuring I get to watch them on television....
OH...SHIT....It's back on....never mind the beginnings of my rant.....
I had a nice run today.
more later.
10.13.2007
10.07.2007
Apizza Scholls
Dacia and I went to Apizza Scholls on Friday night. I cannot actually express in words how fantastic their pizza is every time I go there. I love pizza and am constantly in search of a great slice, but I eaten the greatest there is or ever will be. Every detail is perfect from the crust and sauce to the cheeses I can't pronounce. The staff is friendly and I can really tell they know they are involved in something special. They are not pretentious, but rather understanding. (Thanks for the recommendation Ashley.)
10.04.2007
Small Triumphs
10.02.2007
Dylan Thomas
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at the end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do no go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good nigh.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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In times when my own words cannot express my sentiments with the great clarity I find in others, I will defer.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at the end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do no go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good nigh.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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In times when my own words cannot express my sentiments with the great clarity I find in others, I will defer.
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