The love that dare not speak its name.

I always thought that was such a romantic euphemism. It always seemed as if it were a love so strong, so passionate, so intense that the mere mention of it would drive someone to madness. I realize that was not the original intent, but it's sounds so romantic. Either way, the love that dare not speak its name can be the love shouted from the rooftops.. or at least proclaimed in front of friends, family, and the State of Washington. Our legislature and governor signed a law legalizing same-sex marriage on Monday. It was about damn time. We're one of the most progressive states in the nation, and we're behind Iowa on this issue for FSM's sake. It's no secret how I feel about this subject, but this is an occasion for celebrating in the era of the New American Taliban. There will be all kinds of political heel dragging from the right, hopefully we can bulldoze it and all get on with our happy lives.
Hope you and your Valentine enjoyed an evening so passionate that it can never be spoken of.
Mahalo.

How is a raven like a writing desk?

Sick last week, and coming off that I have no gas. Didn't train at all Wednesday or Thursday. Friday I warmed up did some high rep bodyweight stuff, and called it a day. Saturday I rolled and kept things short as I was out of gas in minutes. I think I've shaken it, but we'll see.

Working on a number of things, almost ready to reveal to you guys.. more on that soon.

Mahalo.

Is this what a man looks like?

Yesterday I was watching football, and THIS commercial came on. It's a 30 second spot of David Beckham in his undies. I kept thinking all I see is weakness, vanity, and posturing. All of the worst characteristics of humanity. It is nothing to admire. I used to feel differently, now I'm matter of fact.
I have gray hairs.
I have scars.
Some of my bones have been broken.
My body has hair on it.
Some of my joints hurt.
I have muscle.
I am powerful.
I am destructible.
I am not a work of art.
I am loved and hated.
I get sick, I get better.
I have not been photoshopped.
I am alive and someday will die.
It is me. We are indistinguishable.
I am ok with all of that because my body does things.
The things I can do are the measure of my value, and a body that looks like it has never done anything has no value.

Mahalo.