As seen at Target…
I about peed myself when I saw this car roll up in the Target parking lot today. I really wanted to talk to the girl who got out of the car, but decided its better to just post in onto the Internet without permission.
As seen at Target…
I about peed myself when I saw this car roll up in the Target parking lot today. I really wanted to talk to the girl who got out of the car, but decided its better to just post in onto the Internet without permission.
Today I celebrated our nation’s independence by playing along with the “NATIONWIDE Scooter Tag” game over on ModernVespa.com. With the challenge of “anything “Joe’s”, I opted not to go for the easy win of Trader Joes. I mean, they’ve got TJ’s up here like Idaho’s got Mavericks. Instead I typed in “Joe’s” into Google and perused the random results.
I choose “Joe’s Cafe By The Bay”, because at approx. 25 miles away, it was far enough to be a nice ride, but not so far as to run out my week’s fuel allotment on a Monday. Sadly, I couldn’t actually eat anything, as it was closed for the holiday.
In addition to grabbing the shot above, I got to take in some oceany goodness, watch the kite-boarders, and get kicked out of a Country Club parking lot. Not a bad day!
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PS: Happy Birthday USA!

When I decided I would spent the day making the great trek into The City, I of course needed a reason. I decided to tag the Modern Vespa SF tag; I didn’t expect it to take all day or I would have left earlier!!
Nice view on my way to work.


Where I work. (not my view.)
As we speak, I am sitting on a bench outside my work, writing this on my company issued iPhone. It’s 71 degrees. College-aged kids speed by on bikes and skateboards, in shorts and backpacks. Many one handling a Starbucks in the process.
In the background I hear the laughs and screams of 40-50 small kids frolicking on the lawn, oblivious to the fact that they are attending summer camp at one of the most prestigious universities in the world.
It is times like this that I think to myself, “I wonder if I grew up around here, if I would be jaded and unimpressed as the children appear to be?”
Sometimes- about 3-4% of the time, I wonder what the heck I’m doing here. More to the point, how the heck did I get here?! Meanwhile in my hometown it’s predicted to be around 103 degrees for the rest of the week. I know exactly what I would be doing at my old job right now. It wouldn’t be as hectic or hair wrenching as what is waiting for me when I return from my 1/2-a-lunch break (more on that later), but I wouldn’t be looking at girls in shorts, on bikes, in 70 degree weather, on the free corporate wifi. (minus the wifi. I’d have that.)
And this is just one of the reasons why I’ve forced myself- and my coworkers- into my very scheduled and predictable lunch break, where I leave my desk and take a brain-break from the never-ending madness. But also, to revel in this opportunity that has been presented to me. (And girls in shorts.)
Of course, during the minutes it took to write this, my boss has sent me three emails that I am not looking forward to replying to. Ah, such is life!
Sent from a mobile device.
I know I won’t be making many friends with this post, but sometimes I just have to vent. This weekend I went back to SoCal for an event and to see some friends. Now that I live amongst the most image conscious people in the country, I had forgotten about the fact that most (> 64%) people in the United States are overweight, with a good portion of them being very to morbidly obese. Yeah, I said it.
Because who wants to be this guy?!! (photo courtesy: fotosearch.com)
I’m not passing judgment on anyone, and I understand the difference between overweight and obese. Some people are inherently/genetically more likely to become overweight, and for them its a constant battle to stay on the right side of the mark. Difficult, but doable. I’m just saying that, if a person chooses to be obese, they shouldn’t try to blame it on genetics or anyone other than themselves. Not only is it a cop out, it’s self-defeating and a self-fulfilling prophecy. Plus it makes you fatter through non-action.
Example #1:
I have a friend that one day decided that being 300+ pounds wasn’t in his best long term interest. Instead of whining about it or blaming society or genetics, he actually did something about it. He didn’t get a lap-band or liposuction or bounce through a series of fad diets like most people do. Yet, in one year he lost either 120 or 160 pounds. I don’t remember which. What was his secret? The truth… WILL AMAZE YOU!!! His transformation was the result of a rarely mentioned weight loss program called Eat Less, Workout More. Amazing isn’t it?!?! We have joked around about writing and selling the book, but it would be two pages long including the title page.
The reason I say obesity is a lifestyle choice is because, well, it is!
Example #2:
This weekend I saw a series of photos of a good friend that chronicled his life from birth to now- roughly 30 or so years. He was an average sized toddler; by junior high school, he was the chubby kid we all knew, and stayed that way throughout high school. Then he got a good job that pays well, which put a lot of really nice restaurants on the radar, and a lot of extra pounds on his belly. At some point, he made a choice- He lost 60 pounds on the Atkins diet and exercise. I’m not a fan of the Atkins Diet, but I’m totally a supporter running your ass around the block a few times. The fad and the exercise fell to the wayside eventually. Where is he now? Well, do I really need to say?
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately because my new job description includes “sit behind a desk 10 hours a day”, and since I started my new job, I haven’t been able to get to the gym or even run as much as I would like. With about a total of ten gym visits/runs in the last three months, 20 minute inhalated lunches, and late night dinners, its no surprise that I’ve gained ten pounds in three months!
However, unlike some people in this world, I’m not going to bitch about it on my blog, blame it on cafeteria food (damn you cafeteria food!), and not do anything about it. You see, ten pounds in three months is 40 pounds in a year! That’s like, four or five clothing sizes different, to which I say, HELLS NO! Un- em-effing- acceptable! Already the days are getting shorter and my new (smaller) gym is filling up, so I don’t know what all my options are. In my best condition (yeah- about three months ago) I was in excellent shape, could run for days, practiced diligent eating habits, and had less than 6% body fat as a result. I felt pretty good about myself and I look forward to getting back to this level, but this post isn’t about me.
This post is about the guy or girl you know (or even you)- who is at, near, or over the line into obesity status. Perhaps a little self ownership is due. After lamenting the pot belly I’d never had until recently, I have vowed to get back into the exercise thing and eating right at any cost. Even if it means getting home at 10 pm every night.
Once I figure out a program that will fit around my work schedule, I will post and update it here, where I am accountable for my words as well as actions. And maybe to inspire someone else, too. It could happen.
Related Links:
http://usgovinfo.about.com/cs/healthmedical/a/hhsobesity.htm
http://www.cdc.gov/obesity/defining.html
*Note: It took over an hour to write this post on my tiny screened, mobile device. Not recommended.
I know I have issues. Sometimes they get the better of me. I knew that when I moved to the heart of Geeksville, USA that I would be dealing with a significant cost of living increase. And here’s where the hypocrisy kicks in…
Sure I’ll pay a 100% markup on rent and won’t bitch about it; gas and groceries are a good 30% more expensive but whatareyagonnado?
But a 500% markup on ramen?!?! WTF?!! Okay work with me here:
In my old, blue collar town grocery store, dried up ol’ nasty poorboy ramen runs 10 for $1 (as it should be!). 8 for $1 when they’re feeling stingy. Today at the “cheap” grocery store in mid-Google Town, they raised the price on ramen noodles from a ridiculously priced 5 for $1 to, get this, TWO for a dollar? That’s 50 cents a piece?!?! That’s ludicrous!!!
I know that doesn’t sound like a lot in a town where people drive Audi A8s and Teslas as daily drivers, but still, give a guy a break wouldja?.
(FYI- I wrote this on my iPhone and it only took 15 minutes. #fail)
Yesterday at the Post Office a woman walked up to me and said, “you look like a movie star”. Perplexed, all I could say was, “No- Im just a dude in a tie”.