Wednesday, June 25, 2008

About Me: Day 9

Fact #14

I think it would be weird to be famous. Especially the kind of famous where no one can place you, but everyone double takes. It’d seem like everyone was surprised to see you no matter where you were, and I’d always wonder if I am supposed to be there.

Monday, June 23, 2008

About Me: Day 8

Fact #55

When I dance to "I Want to Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston I am irresistible to women. This is the only time I'm irresistable to women, and they do start to question if you put it on a loop.

Friday, June 20, 2008

About Me: Day 8

Fact #4

I think when people sleep a lot it’s a sign of weakness. But I think when I sleep a lot it’s a sign of awesomeness.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

About Me: Day 7

Fact # 32

I’m not an asshole, but sometimes I choose not to care. That might make me an asshole.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

About Me: Day 6

Fact #76

I want to start handing out notes to people who wait on me explaining that I am def. But I’m not def, and I believe in Karma just enough to think that is a dangerous idea.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

About Me: Day 5

Fact #8:

When I think about my heroes, Pacman is relatively high on the list.

Monday, June 16, 2008

About Me: Day 4

Fact #14

I enjoy talking to relative strangers, and I enjoy getting my hair cut. But I hate talking to the relative stranger who cuts my hair. This makes me hard to work with.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

About me: Day 3 Father's Day Edition

Fact #24:

Patrick Swayze is like a father to me. But he’s like a negligent father that doesn’t know I exist. My father is a better father to me than Patrick Swayze will ever be, unless maybe dancing is involved.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

About Me: Day 2

Fact #42:

I really enjoy being a teacher and doing youth work. But if I see youth in public I can’t stand them. I wonder how people deal with them day in and day out until I remember that I deal with them day in and day out. Then it makes me wonder what type of person I am.

Friday, June 13, 2008

About Me: Day 1

For the next few weeks I will finally give the world what they've been waiting for. A real in depth analysis of myself.

Fact about me #3:

I like dance movies. I take them too seriously and am constantly disappointed, but at the same time I’m constantly thrilled.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Buen Camino

For the last 7 days I have been walking across Spain. Or perhaps it would be more accurate if I said that I have already walked across Spain, and, since I'm being truthful, you should know that to me 'across' is best described as 112 kilometers of Spain.

One week ago, at 4:30am I embarked on a holy mission to Spain to travel the Camino de Santiago de Campostella, a pilgrimage to the resting sight of St. James. I flew into Santiago and then took a 3+ hour bus journey deep into the heart of Galacia, traversing the land I would spend the next week crossing. I figure a picture is worth 1000 words, and I'm being lazy so here is my picture diary of the Camino de Santiago de Compostella

So many different ways to mark where I'm supposed to go . . . still I managed to get lost.

You have to stamp a pilgrims record as you go along to prove you did the pilgrimage. My question remains, why would you lie about a pilgrimage and who are you proving this to?

My group with only 100km to go.

A look at the trail.

Hey look! Orange things!

Spanish grave yards are nuts. Apparently there was a shortage of shovels at some point so they started stacking things up. On the plus side, this would be easy to recrate with Legos.

One reason why you don't drink too much the night before walking 25 kilometers.

Cafes are a must on any pilgrimage. I wasn't exactly roughing it.

Spanish jail?

This is how dapper I looked as a pilgrim. Notice how I switched the traditional hat with a big buckle for a much more Gilligan look.

My load . . . the smallest on the trip, but I did get tired of wearing the same thing every day for a week.

These Portugese guys (and a Brazilian) had each won a metal for how much wine they drank at lunch time. Needless to say, I enjoyed my few hours hearing their stores (in Potrugese so I didn't follow much) when I walked with them after lunch.

Oh come one now. That's not nice.

The End . . . Finally.

P.S. I will stop doing this week on/summary/week off blog thing cause it's lame. Sorry.