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The price of self-destiny is never cheap, and in certain situations it is unthinkable. But to achieve the marvelous, it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought.

I finally got around to reading some Tom Robbins again this summer. I highly recommend “Jitterbug Perfume” if you want to take your brain on a super sensory journey.  I find his ideas seeping into the everyday, and it’s fantastic.  Here are a few of my favorite quotes, not just from Jitterbug but some of his other books as well:

“Real courage is risking something that you have to keep on living with, real courage is risking something that might force you to rethink your thoughts and suffer change and stretch consciousness. Real courage is risking one’s cliches.”

“The author isn’t altogether certain that there is any such thing as exaggeration. Our brains permit us to use such a wee fraction of their resources that, in a sense, everything we experience is a reduction. We employ drugs, yoga techniques and poetics – and a thousand more clumsy methods – in an effort just to bring things back up to normal.”

“Poetry is nothing more than an intensification or illumination of common objects and every day events until they shine with their singular nature, until we can experience their power, until we can follow their steps in the dance, until we can discern what part they play in the Great Order of Love. How is this done? By fucking around with syntax.”

“The Middle Ages hangs over history’s belt like a beer belly. It is too late now for aerobic dancing or cottage cheese lunches to reduce the Middle Ages. History will have to wear size 48 shorts forever.”

“Our individuality is all, all, that we have. There are those who barter it for security, those who repress it for what they believe is the betterment of the whole society, but blessed in the twinkle of the morning star is the one who nurtures and rides it, in grace and love and wit, from peculiar station to peculiar station along life’s bittersweet route.”

“The hour was 4:00pm, the day Monday, the month September. Late September. So late that you had to look closely to distinguish it from October. Dip a slice of bread in batter. That’s September: yellow gold, soft, and sticky. Fry that bread. Now you have October: chewier, drier, streaked with browns. The day in question fell somewhere in the middle of the french toast process. A hint of chilled marmalade in the air.”

“When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on – series polygamy – until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.”

“Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.”

The intention was there…

So I was going to work on the blog over the weekend…maybe next weekend?

For some reason I decided to run the Coast Trail in East Sooke park with my friend Hagen first thing on Saturday morning.  I hit the gym and bike regularly but haven’t actually ran in months…needless to say I am still in pain and can barely walk two days later!  The trail is amazing though, it runs right along the shoreline and in and out of the trees.  It’s not clearly marked, but luckily Hagen for the most part knew where he was going!  There are some parts where you have to slow down and watch your footing (you are pretty much right on the edge of a cliff looking down onto jagged rocks and ocean surf the whole way), and by the end I had to walk up the steeper, rocky parts.  It took us about and 2 hours and 20 minutes…not bad considering that the trail apparently takes 6 hours to hike!  According to CRD Park maps, the trail is 10 km from Aylard Farms to Pike Road, but I don’t think that takes into account the twisty windiness of the trail itself.  I’d say it’s more like 13 kms.  No wonder my legs won’t work!

… I also went out dancing with the girls Saturday night until 2 am AFTER the run…that also might have something to do with it!

TGIF

If you stumbled upon this blog and wondered to whom this unorganized and unprofessional looking site belonged, you might have checked out my “25 Random Things” (a la Facebook) in my About section.  Number 21 on the list mentions that I had a blog back in the day, when ICQ and MSN Messenger were the popular forms of social media, used mostly by teenagers and geeks.  I posted regularly in my LiveJournal, mainly about what I did on weekends with the occasional “stupid customer” story from my days in the hospitality industry.  I documented about 5 years of my adolescence…and it’s pretty entertaining to go back and read, and I’ll post some of my finer entries here occasionally for your enjoyment.

The point is, I thought it was about time I wrote about my life again.  That, and I should be writing more often if I want to become a writer…that’s what “they” say anyways.  I’m also training to run in my first half marathon this October as well as training to become better in all aspects of my life (health, fitness and wellbeing).  I know there are tons of blogs about people doing these exact same things, so I will also include lots of anecdotes and observations that I usually just keep to myself in my head…rather than just amuse myself, I will try to amuse you as well!

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