After: meticulous manager.
Actually, I have grown fond of el bigote, sad to see it go, but it was annoying. Maybe later this summer or fall it will return.
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Grooming is the key to a successful job interview
Before: scroungy student.
After: meticulous manager.
Actually, I have grown fond of el bigote, sad to see it go, but it was annoying. Maybe later this summer or fall it will return.
After: meticulous manager.
Actually, I have grown fond of el bigote, sad to see it go, but it was annoying. Maybe later this summer or fall it will return.
Carrots and (Chap)stick
See what I did there? Anyway, this carrot has been growing for almost a year (I planted it in March last year)--that's how my garden grows.
British Bankers Club: A Man Date
So my roommate Bob passed his quals--or at least the equivalent of what he has to do for quals--and so we wanted to go out on Friday. We tried hard to get more friends but I had several awkward phone conversations where people just refused to come out with us. I don't have any friends. However, Jenni was around to document my man-date with Bob.
First the dramatic entrance (we went to the British Bankers Club and tried to wear tweed and slick our hair back).
This is how we sit down to eat at a restaurant. See--blog-worthy.
First, you must order in fine British style.
Next, prepare to eat appetizers.
A photo that typifies Bob's gastral experience:
A photo that represents my feelings on the meal:
How Jenni felt about the food:
Before:
After:
After, after--creeping in the parking lot.
First the dramatic entrance (we went to the British Bankers Club and tried to wear tweed and slick our hair back).
This is how we sit down to eat at a restaurant. See--blog-worthy.
First, you must order in fine British style.
Next, prepare to eat appetizers.
A photo that typifies Bob's gastral experience:
A photo that represents my feelings on the meal:
How Jenni felt about the food:
Before:
After:
After, after--creeping in the parking lot.
Viva Las Vegas
Thursday night, late, I was out at a bar with Jenni and Mark. Mark mentions that it's his birthday tomorrow (Friday). We start brainstorming ideas. I had some good ones--climb the electrical towers that go across the Bay and run across the Dumbarton Bridge at night pushing a stroller with a fake baby in it. Eventually though, we asked ourselves the stereotypical question all 20-somethings ask themselves: "Well, we could do Vegas?"
Done. So the next afternoon--after Jenni bailed because she had to work--Mark and I hopped a flight to Vegas. Spending 24 hours in Vegas is a great way to celebrate your birthday. As we were driving down the strip with it's horrible traffic and over-the-top gaudy lights and architecture, I remember thinking: "you know what, I like Vegas." Once a year, or so, it is quite fun.
Best of all, Lindsey and Jessie joined up with us. Lindsey scored free tix to the world premier of the new Elvis Cirque du Soleil show. (trailer) I will spare you the blurry pictures, but I definitely gave a "what's up" to Morpheus from the Matrix, the Apple guy from "I am a mac, I am a PC", Ryan Secrest, Kevin from the Office, and even Regis! Not to mention, the oogling Mark and I did of all the beautiful women that hang around such events. The Elvis show was *a lot* of fun--I kept giggling like a little kid.
Some pics that we took.
Jenni's "win face" that we were supposed to take with us to Vegas and consult when playing bingo.
Mark reading quietly, sagaciously, at our room in the Bellagio before going out. Yeah, that's right, Bellagio, we are sort of a big deal (a vc and a student, busy owning the world).
Pre-show, Lindsey and I talked with Chris from Zowie Bowie (vid) for a while. He is my favorite Vegas act--40 year old aging rock star that does covers of Top 40 and carries on mindless banter with his ditzy (or is she just acting?) girlfriend.
More pre-show pics, I look like I am at a picnic.
Antics. Also, horrible photos, sorry.
We said goodbye to the girls and Mark and I had some alone time. This is me losing money at the quarter slots. I was sure I was going to win. One of my favorite quotes, walking through the casino with Mark.
A romantic walk we took in front of the Bellagio fountain, just the two of us. A kind man offered to play us AC/DC on his harmonica for money. I said no before I realized that he just offered to play us AC/DC on his harmonica! Our loss.
Meanwhile, back in SF, silicon valley's king of finance (Mark) and stanford's brightest student (me) spent over an hour trying to find where we parked.
Done. So the next afternoon--after Jenni bailed because she had to work--Mark and I hopped a flight to Vegas. Spending 24 hours in Vegas is a great way to celebrate your birthday. As we were driving down the strip with it's horrible traffic and over-the-top gaudy lights and architecture, I remember thinking: "you know what, I like Vegas." Once a year, or so, it is quite fun.
Best of all, Lindsey and Jessie joined up with us. Lindsey scored free tix to the world premier of the new Elvis Cirque du Soleil show. (trailer) I will spare you the blurry pictures, but I definitely gave a "what's up" to Morpheus from the Matrix, the Apple guy from "I am a mac, I am a PC", Ryan Secrest, Kevin from the Office, and even Regis! Not to mention, the oogling Mark and I did of all the beautiful women that hang around such events. The Elvis show was *a lot* of fun--I kept giggling like a little kid.
Some pics that we took.
Jenni's "win face" that we were supposed to take with us to Vegas and consult when playing bingo.
Mark reading quietly, sagaciously, at our room in the Bellagio before going out. Yeah, that's right, Bellagio, we are sort of a big deal (a vc and a student, busy owning the world).
Pre-show, Lindsey and I talked with Chris from Zowie Bowie (vid) for a while. He is my favorite Vegas act--40 year old aging rock star that does covers of Top 40 and carries on mindless banter with his ditzy (or is she just acting?) girlfriend.
More pre-show pics, I look like I am at a picnic.
Antics. Also, horrible photos, sorry.
We said goodbye to the girls and Mark and I had some alone time. This is me losing money at the quarter slots. I was sure I was going to win. One of my favorite quotes, walking through the casino with Mark.
Me: "How do you feel about gambling?"
Mark: "Well, it doesn't fall into the moral bucket for me--it's pretty much what I have done in my career for the past 7 years."
A romantic walk we took in front of the Bellagio fountain, just the two of us. A kind man offered to play us AC/DC on his harmonica for money. I said no before I realized that he just offered to play us AC/DC on his harmonica! Our loss.
Meanwhile, back in SF, silicon valley's king of finance (Mark) and stanford's brightest student (me) spent over an hour trying to find where we parked.
Pics
Santa Cruz
So I was going to post pictures from a weekend in Santa Cruz (pics I didn't take) but the only one I could find was of Katherine and Jenni hanging all over me where I look like I have a double chin and sad, baggy eyes. Apparently I didn't catch the eye of the photographer like Jenni did--there are no cool pics of me texting the morning away effortlessly.
Visitors
Hawaii Kelly came to visit SF. We went to the California Academy of Sciences.
We went to the Golden Gate Bridge, which was completely fogged in.
Seattle Jenni was also in town. We went to an improv show.
Afterwards we went dancing at a bhangra night.
Outside, I beat up Hawaii Kelly.
Photographers Always Trying to Keep the Black Man Down In the Corner...
More here.
I really like The Big Picture--it delivers exactly what I want pictures that are also big. If anyone knows of the following sites I would appreciate a link: The Fulfilling, High-paying Job; The Loving Wife; The Tide-Me-Over Girlfriend Until I Find A Loving Wife; and The Taking the Sexy-Librarian Sarah Pallin Analogy Too Far Blog.
Wait, that last one is already around--Nailin' Pallin is the latest new questionable flick from Flynt. Apparently two Russians were just driving by Pallin's house in Alaska when their car breaks down and they come in to "use the phone." Hijinks (the kind that makes babies) ensue.... No link.
Nike Missile Silo Run
Let me tell what this post is not. It is not a description of the place (the top of a rafter above a the sink in the men's bathroom next to an impossibly noir abandoned Nike ICBM-intercept missile silo at 34 deg 07'39.75"N 118 deg 48.46"W) where I would receive "information" about my "vacation" plans from certain former work "associates." It is not that.It's about running. And gadgets.
I've been messing around more with importing my runs into Google Earth. I live right by the red dot for Santa Monica. Bruce's purple dot for his canyon in Malibu is in the distance. The Getty is the purple dot just in the bottom right quadrant. Zoomed in you can see the run--3.5 miles out and back on a ridge overlooking Santa Monica Bay (luckily the 405 is hidden from view).
I took my camera up on the run (you can never carry too many gadgets) hoping to get the usually good sunset shots I see. Instead, it was one of the few overcast days in SoCal. So you get Google Earth.
The pics sort of fizzled, but I don't know what else to do with them. Besides, how else would you see that my glasses are incredibly skewampas or see my Gorillapod in action. (Btw, Mr. Wiki says that word comes from askew + cattywampus. I choose not to believe that. )
I initially told Liz (warning this is a Mormon non-mom sans baby blog) that I wasn't going to post about the run because not everyone cares for the details. In her wisdom, Liz basically said everyone doesn't matter. So suffer. Heart rate tracked elevation more closely this time. The last few miles cruising down I hit my 6:45 pace. I can definitely get into form within a month. Fontana--I will eat your children!
Oceanside Half-Ironman
So I am a little late posting this and I can't remember everything that went on. All I know is that I went pretty slow, I got smoked on the bike, and it was very, very long. Here are my final stats:
The winning time was a bit ridiculous (Andy Potts), these are Olympic class folks.
Everything you need to do a triathlon.
Start of race.
Still looking a bitcreepy sleepy.
Map of 1.2 mi swim.
Picture of 1.2 mi swim. start on far right, swim left out to mid way where it opens up, get nailed by 3 foot surf, and swim back to the buildings at the edge of the photo.
I took off running right out of the water. Unfortunately, I couldn't feel my feet after 50 minutes in ~55 degree water. I ran over pavement for 300 yards and by the time I got to the transition area, my feet were bleeding everywhere.
I stopped when I got to the transition area to document it for the fans.
Map of the bike.
Altitude.
Pic of the bike. Basically head north way out of the picture, go up into the mountains past the second ridge and then cruise back through the valley you see one ridge over.
There was also some of these--no good. Although, the one point on the bike where I made up time was the steep uphills--strong quads, but no cardio here.
Running my bike out of the transition area and then my first few turns. After this it was 3 1/2 hours of just slogging it out. I think I drank my two bottles (32 oz) and 3 other 32 oz bottles and was still thirsty. I ate a whole packet of beef jerky, a bag of mangoes I brought back from the Philippines, and 4 or 5 gels. I just couldn't get enough fuel in there.
Transition again. I am not looking my best--tired, bored, and out of focus.
Map of run.
Altitude. I couldn't exactly put my quad-advantage in play here.
Pic of run. The run was very well supported--aid stations every mile with pretzels, coke, gatorade, water, gels, sponges, ice, juice, bananas, etc. The only problem is that running a half marathon in a loop is a bit depressing.
I think this is my first lap. (And yes, to the left, though not always. You can't change out of bike shorts folks.) Finishing up (I started ~12 min after the clock). Walking it out.
Picking up my junk after getting my spiffy new shirt and a free pizza lunch (the herd you directly into a tent post-race and make you eat a ton).
Swim Place: 1741 / 1965
Bike Place: 1722 / 1965
Run Place: 1234 / 1965 (I suck the least at running)
Overall Place: 1640 / 1965
Division Overall Place: 140 / 151
Swim Time: 48:03 (2:25 per 100 meters)
Transition 1: 1:59 (I think this is a timing mistake)
Bike Time: 3:43:32 (15 miles per hour)
Transition 2: 9:06
Run Time: 2:10:38 (9:59 per mile)
Total Time: 7:03:33
The winning time was a bit ridiculous (Andy Potts), these are Olympic class folks.
Swim Time: 22:13 (1:07 per 100 meters)
Transition 1: 1:58
Bike Time: 2:18:46 (24.2 miles per hour)
Transition 2: 1:20
Run Time: 1:14:07 (5:40 per mile--after all that!)
Total Time: 3:58:22 (and he beat #2 by only 3 seconds)
Everything you need to do a triathlon.
Start of race.
Still looking a bit
Map of 1.2 mi swim.
Picture of 1.2 mi swim. start on far right, swim left out to mid way where it opens up, get nailed by 3 foot surf, and swim back to the buildings at the edge of the photo.
I took off running right out of the water. Unfortunately, I couldn't feel my feet after 50 minutes in ~55 degree water. I ran over pavement for 300 yards and by the time I got to the transition area, my feet were bleeding everywhere.
I stopped when I got to the transition area to document it for the fans.
Map of the bike.
Altitude.
Pic of the bike. Basically head north way out of the picture, go up into the mountains past the second ridge and then cruise back through the valley you see one ridge over.
There was also some of these--no good. Although, the one point on the bike where I made up time was the steep uphills--strong quads, but no cardio here.
Running my bike out of the transition area and then my first few turns. After this it was 3 1/2 hours of just slogging it out. I think I drank my two bottles (32 oz) and 3 other 32 oz bottles and was still thirsty. I ate a whole packet of beef jerky, a bag of mangoes I brought back from the Philippines, and 4 or 5 gels. I just couldn't get enough fuel in there.
Transition again. I am not looking my best--tired, bored, and out of focus.
Map of run.
Altitude. I couldn't exactly put my quad-advantage in play here.
Pic of run. The run was very well supported--aid stations every mile with pretzels, coke, gatorade, water, gels, sponges, ice, juice, bananas, etc. The only problem is that running a half marathon in a loop is a bit depressing.
I think this is my first lap. (And yes, to the left, though not always. You can't change out of bike shorts folks.) Finishing up (I started ~12 min after the clock). Walking it out.
Picking up my junk after getting my spiffy new shirt and a free pizza lunch (the herd you directly into a tent post-race and make you eat a ton).
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