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Day 10 - Hood River, OR - Snowshoeing

I'm writing this in a car back from Hood River where today we did 6 miles up Bald Butte on snowshoes.  snowshoes are a bit of the red-headed stepchild of the outdoors scene.  A lot of people poo-poo it because they don't have that cool factor.  But it's great exercise, and some trails are just made for snowshoes.  It's perfect when there's som slight elevation gain or loss and the snow is either fluffy or icy.  Sometimes it's too slick to walk and too steep to cross country ski.  One thing I've learned about snowshoes is that it's worth it to get a nice pair.  Sometimes people are surprised by how much they cost.  They seem simple.  But a good pair gives you two things: lower weight, and better straps.  Every pound on your feet is like 5 pounds on your back, so shaving weight off your feet is worth it.  And straps are important; my biggest complaint about snowshoes is that they come off your feet, and always at the most inopportune times.   Much like cross country skiing you get to see some amazing vistas; but unlike skiing they can be on top of a mountain!

 

 

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Day 9 - Portland, OR - The Singing Revolution

Those of you who may know me well know that - for whatever reason - the nation of Estonia keeps winding its way in and out of life.  Recently, Kadri told me about this amazing event, the Singing Revolution.  Part of my fascination with Estonia is the way it was occupied by the Soviets, and my general fascination with Soviet era and communism.  Having visited Cuba and gotten a taste of it firsthand, I find fascism repugnant but also incredibly fascinating.  I'm also a big fan of meditation and non-violent communication.  So what better than the story of a nation - successfully - throwing off the yoke of fascism via entirely non-violent means.  

Read this Wikipedia article and see if you aren't fascinated.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Singing_Revolution

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Day 4 - Portland, OR - Squares

As part of my work creating urban murals, I spent a bit of time today creating this web page that shows off some of my work...it's primitive, but it gives you a sense of what I like to do.

http://www.adamhunter.net/squares/squares.html

 

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Day 3 - Portland, OR - Quietude

Some of you may know that I have in the past written apps for a living.  You may also be aware that I'm really into meditation.  I believe in the power of meditation and I really wanted an app which would help me focus on doing a daily meditation.  So I wrote one, and here it is: https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/quietude/id996331371?mt=8

Quietude is focused on the stillness and quiet of meditation.  It is made to be incredibly simple: just pick from one of three time lengths (2, 5, or 10 minutes) and stay quiet for the duration of time.  There are a couple of soothing displays to choose from, and a bell chimes at the end.  Staying quiet was the aspect I chose to focus on because I felt it was underrepresented in the meditation apps I saw out on the store already.  To me, it's a key component of quieting the mind, and something hard to find in the modern world.

The app is free.  I hope you like it!

 

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Day 2 - Portland, OR - Portland Bridges

Some of you may recall that for the last few years I've been working on an urban photojournalism project called Squarcity.  I divide urban areas up into geographical regions and produce artwork that is sort of half-map, half-mural.  Well, I finally finished the montage for my new adopted city, Portland.  It became quickly clear after moving here that the handle by which I would hold on to Portland would be the many bridges over the Willamette and Columbia.  So my final project is a wheel, arranged from the South to the North, of the 10 main bridges of Multnomah County.  It took a while to complete because the weather simply wasn't allowing for photography, but we finally had some nice clear weather today.

This image, like the others I've done, will eventually become part of an app I'm working on that allows and encourages people to create their own montages of various cities around the world.  But for now, enjoy Portland!

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DAY 1 - SAN FRANCISCO - ANTIFRAGILE

 

A friend of mine recently suggested a book to me called "Anti-Fragile".  It's by the man who wrote Black Swan.  I'm only about 30 or so pages in, but I've already found it pretty compelling, and perhaps a tool that can guide my next year.  I think the concept he's come up with is cool.  Traditionally, people talk about a system being either fragile, or robust.  But this author introduces a third concept: anti-fragile.  The idea is this: things that can't deal with change we call fragile.  Things that can deal with change we call robust.  But these "robust" things are just able to *resist* change.  And, as we all instinctively know, this robustness always has limits.  Eventually everything breaks down, or, as the book title says, Things Fall Apart.  But if some things respond negatively to change, and some things stay the same, why not have things that actually *benefit* from change?  That's what anti-fragile is.  An anti-fragile thing, or person, or system, is one that actually thrives on change, volatility, the unknown, what have you.
I think in particular this is really how I feel when I travel.  Some people are fragile; they never want to leave the comfort of their bubble.  (And there's nothing wrong with that, by the way).  Other people try to be "robust" when they travel.  I think of the British of the Downton Abbey generation: wherever they went, they had tea in the afternoon.  Even if that made no sense.  A robust traveler is the kind that tries to anticipate eventualities and difficulties; the kind that hires a tour company to get rid of the randomness.  But when I travel, I *want* that chaos.  In fact, the chaos and change is why I travel.  If I didn't find it I'd be disappointed.  A destination that only gives me what I was expecting is kind of a waste of time.  One of my favorite things to do when I visit places is go to a grocery store.  The tourist traps all look the same around the world, a carefully crafted travel robustness.  But grocery stores are just local chaos; random and interesting.
I'm not trying to be judgmental here.  If taking tours to foreign countries on air-conditioned tour buses makes you happy, then by all means, go for it!  But for me, I want to invite that chaos in.  And I think it's time to really embrace that across the board.  So, 2016: bring it on!

By the way - On this, the first day of the new year, one of my resolutions is to restart this blog. 

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Day 449 - Portland, OR

Portland, Day 1: While riding my bike to work, I pulled up next to a woman carrying a big container on a bike sled.  Normally I wouldn't talk to people, but I was feeling Portland-y, so I said "Good morning", and then, after a societally acceptable pause, I asked if anything interesting was in the box.  "Vacuum cleaner", she says.  "I'm going to work".  I paused, looked away, then looked back and said "I was about to say 'that sucks', but then I thought better of it."  She chuckled, then said "Oh, it's not so bad."  I paused again.  "No, you see, because it's a vacuum cleaner."  She chuckled again.  The light turned green and pulled away.

Portland.

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Day 444 - San Francisco, CA

Today I want to talk about Bernie Sanders.  Specifically, a speech he gave on Monday at Liberty University.  I won't rehash the details; it's easy enough to Google.  And, in fact, you should - and read the next few pieces you find, specifically a piece at Salon, or one at Vox.  

After the speech, a lot of digital ink was spilled talking about it.  It obviously struck a chord with folks.  There's the obvious Man Bites Dog angle: the oddity of a socialist, atheist Jew, speaking at one of the most conservative Christian schools in the country.  But it seemed to resonate on a deeper level than that.  Over and over, I read words that are not commonly associated with politics, such as "respect", and "compassion".  I realized that, for the first time in a long time, we were seeing the values of Non-Violent Communication modeled by an actual sitting politician; not only that, but one who aspires to be President.  And that is profound.

I encourage you to watch the entire speech, which I will link at the bottom.  But I want to quote a section of it:

I believe from the bottom of my heart that it is vitally important for those of us who hold different views to be able to engage in a civil discourse.

That, my friend, is profound.  He continues:

We go out and we talk to people who agree with us.
But it is harder, but not less important, for us to try and communicate with those who do not agree with us on every issue.
And it is important to see where if possible, and I do believe it is possible, we can find common ground.

I happen to agree with Bernie Sanders' message, and his political views.  But that almost doesn't matter.  What strikes me about him his is honesty and humility.  He is not, to be frank, the most eloquent of speakers.  He is not necessarily the most attractive, polished or slick.  I don't feel the emotional swings and highs that I felt listening to Obama.  But what he is, is honest.  He is unvarnished.  He is unwavering in his beliefs; but one of those beliefs is to not be unwavering in his beliefs.  One gets the impression that, were you to catch him in an off moment, unguarded, he would be exactly the same.  That alone is worth applauding in this ridiculously packaged world we now face, where each of us has a carefully crafted Facebook page.

I salute you, Bernie Sanders.  For doing the right thing, while trying to run for President.  Not an easy task, by any means.

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Day 443 - San Francisco, CA

Today I want to talk about patterns.  This weekend I had an interesting thing happen to me.  I drove up and back to Portland from San Francisco.  This is a drive I've done a few times, maybe as many as 5 or 6.  I did the drive by myself and was largely trying to do it as fast as reasonably possible.  Along the way, I of course had to stop for gas, pee breaks and food.  And several times during the trip, I had the weirdest thing happen: I will pull over, for example to get gas, only to realize that I was stopping at the exact same gas station I had stopped at last time.  The first time this happened, I thought it was an interesting coincidence.  But it kept happening.  With absolutely no planning or forethought, I kept stopping at the exact same places - to eat, to get gas, to use a rest stop.  I assure you I was not attempting to do this or even thinking about where I had been last time.  In fact, if you were to ask me, consciously, to tell you where I stopped, I wouldn't be able to tell you.  None of the places I stopped was particularly great or notable or interesting.  I just happened to stop at the exact same places. 

And it got me thinking about patterns.  Patterns in our lives.  Things we do without even thinking about it.  Somewhere, in the back of our brain stem, a chunk of our brain is busy keeping us warm, safe, and well fed, and that chunk of brain has little or no imagination.  It isn't interested in moving us forward or in thinking new thoughts; it's interested in not perishinig from the earth (and, possibly, in reproduction).   

So, OK: we do things repeatedly, unconsciously, and in patterns.  (Or at least I do).  What does this mean?  I guess for me, it means that it would be interesting just to pay more attention.  I also think that it's an interesting reason why I need to move to Portland.  Many people have asked why I'm moving, and sometimes I didn't have the best answer.  The main reason is because I feel like I need a new environment, filled with the kinds of things and people I want to be part of my life.  And I guess this weekend shows why.  I want the part of my brain that makes easy choices to decide to go hiking instead of sit inside, to make friends instead of shrink, to go climbing, hiking and biking.  I want that to be *easy*, not hard, so that I'll do it.  And I also just want to break patterns; hard-earned patterns of San Francisco that I've worn in after 8 years. 

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Day 451 - Angels Rest Trailhead, Columbia Gorge, OR

This weekend I was really depressed.  I want to write about this, openly, because I feel like there's such a stigma around depression and anxiety.  It's hard, to write openly about.  Even writing on this blog, I worry that maybe some future employer, or future girlfriend, will read this and get nervous or scared.  But I guess, at the end of the day, one of the things I've figured out is that people that can't deal with someone having feelings are people I don't want to be involved with anyway.  And I think it's important, just to be open about feelings, even when they're not the ones we want.  I'm depressed, and that's part of who I am.  It doesn't define me, but it's in there somewhere.  Part of the show. 

One of the things I realized this weekend is that, someplace deep down, I'm still trying to win the approval of my parents.  My parents were emotionally unavailable.  They just didn't tell me very often that I was a good person, and more importantly, they didn't like talking about emotions, especially the "bad" ones.  I deeply wanted their approval - as all kids do - and I rarely got it.  So, as an adult, I seek out emotionally unavailable people, and try to win their approval, as if by doing so I can prove to myself that I'm a good enough person to get my parents to love me.  Sometimes, it even works, and I win that person's approval for a while, and of course I immediately get addicted to that approval; I crave it.  At some point, either because that person gets creeped out by my addiction, or because they are, you know, emotionally unavailable, the approval stops coming, and like an addict, I get increasingly desperate for it.  The withdrawal, when it leaves, is crushing.  And then I start the cycle back up, looking for the next person who can give me my fix.  Oftentimes, it's attractive women of the type that ayurveda would call "vata"; the wind type, people with their own anxiety, people who are - often unintentionally - self-centered and full of themselves.  I don't know if it's fair to say that they're bad people, but it's definitely true that they're unhealthy, especially for me. 

The larger point is: it's OK to be depressed.  It's always OK.  It's never bad.  It's not desirable, maybe, or something to seek out, definitely, but it isn't bad, and it doesn't make you a bad person.  It's important to get to the bottom of it, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. 

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Day 448 - San Francisco, CA

Today I want to write about humility.  My apologies for those of you outside the tech world, because I'm going to write about it by association to an event I witnessed yesterday.  Some of you will know exactly what I'm talking about, while others might be confused, but just stick around and it should make sense.  Yesterday was one of Apple's big tech release extravaganzas.  They do this semi-frequently; get up on stage and trumpet one of their new releases.  Of course other companies do this too, but Apple gets way more recognition, and also turns up the showmanship and the self-aggrandizement to epic levels.  These events are not conferences; they are carefully planned and choreographed parties for Apple.  Which is why it was doubly surprising that yesterday, during their big launch, they invited an executive on stage - from Microsoft.

To truly understand what a big deal this is, you'd have to be immersed in the tech scene over the last 20 years.  Microsoft and Apple are like Arsenal and Manchester United, or like the Steelers and the Browns.  Or maybe like the U.S. and the Soviet Union.  There's certainly a level on which the companies are competitors; but it goes deeper than that.  There's a fanboyism to the whole thing.  The two have different ideologies, different home towns, even different color schemes.  There's a story arc to their competitiveness.  And yet, not only did Apple invite Microsoft on stage - Microsoft accepted.

Why am I writing about this today?  Because what struck me was humility.  Humility is one of those virtues we often overlook, and it's something I've really been trying to focus on the last few years.  There was a time when Apple was led by Steve Jobs and Microsoft by Steve Ballmer and those two guys just didn't like each other very much.  Microsoft was pompous and ornery, and Apple was egotistical and snarky.  And not only was a lot of emotional ink spilled, but likely money was left on the table.  Then along come Tim Cook and Satya Nadella.  All of a sudden Microsoft is building tools for Android, and Apple is inviting Microsoft onstage.  It may make for good copy to lambast and cajole, but in the end, it makes good business sense to embrace and accept.  Through a series of market events, both were driven to cooperate, or at least be nice to each other.  And I think there's a lesson to be learned here.  Like parents who get along for the sake of the kids, or neighbors who put aside their differences to live in peace, in the end, peace is good and calm and sane and helpful.  Rhetoric and bombast and Donald Trump might seem like a fun release, but cooperation will win every time.

And I am much more likely to buy Microsoft products, knowing that their committed to playing nice, than I would be if they were still angry.

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Day 447 - San Francisco, CA

Here's some of the things I'm looking forward to in Portland.  This week has been pretty stressful; starting a new job, trying to get ready to move, lots of changes happening at once.  I do recognize the dangers of living for the future instead of for the now, but I think I will indulge.  In honor of Stephen Colbert starting last night, my top 10 things I'm looking forward to in Portland: 

1.  Re-connecting with some old friends.  You guys know who you are.  :)

2.  Riding my bike back and forth to work, the gym and the grocery store without having to go up a 35 degree incline. 

3.  Finding an awesome apartment with a gigabit ethernet connection.  No more San Francsico DSL!  I don't have to live in the AOL era anymore! 

4.  Everything Mazamas: mountaineering, hiking, learning, socializing, swinging by the library.  Can't wait for the Alpine Fest, my next climb, everything. 

5.  Starting my job teaching in Bend.  Can't wait to meet my new students! 

6. Climbing at Planet Granite.  I can't wait to meet some new folks and find a climbing partner.

7.  No sales tax!  Enough said. 

8.  Snow!  Downhill, cross country, making snow angels, driving in flurries. 

9.  The laid back attitude of a town where the first people I met complimented me on my shoes and my bicycle. 

10.  Everything!  Mountain Shop, the MAX, Powell's, Tao of Tea, Dick's Kitchen, Laughing Planet, etc., etc., etc.!!! 

Oh, and a bonus: 11. Going to my first Timbers game! 

And I didn't even get to mention yoga, triathlons, my new job!! 

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Day 444 - San Francisco, CA

Today I want to write about compassion.  Warning: this might ramble a tiny bit.  Yesterday I posted something about this woman, Kim Davis, who decided that she felt so strongly about marriage being between only a man and a woman that she is now in jail for contempt of court.  If you aren't familiar with that case, you can feel free to Google it, I won't go into it here because it isn't really the point.  The point is, I said that I felt bad for her, and I encouraged compassion.  And I got a mix of responses; some for, some against, some seemingly a bit peeved that I would waste my breath on this lady who was so obviously wrong. 

I'm not going to judge anyone, or any of these responses.  I absolutely can understand the anger and outrage against this woman.  I am well aware that gay people have suffered mightily.  I am also aware that their allies in the heterosexual community are often aghast at how poorly gays have been historically treated in this country.  There's a lot of anger and hatred and sadness; plenty to spare, in fact. 

Whenever there is sadness and anger and hate, there are three fundamentally different approaches to dealing with it.   One is to deny it; to push it down, pretend it doesn't exist.  The second is to indulge it; to create walls, to punish, to demean or insult or belittle.  The third path, what the Buddhists call the middle path, is to acknowledge these very real feelings, but at the same time to acknowledge the basic humanity of everyone involved. I would call this the path of compassion.  Let's be clear about what compassion is and is not.  Compassion means that it makes me sad that another human being has to spend a night in prison, away from her loved ones.  Compassion does not mean that I do not think she should be there.  I understand the total picture here and appreciate and accept why this woman needs to be in jail.  But I'm not happy about it.  I take no glee in her suffering.  When one human suffers, we all suffer.  Compassion means that I understand why she feels the way she does, and I appreciate the depth of her passion.  Compassion does not mean that I agree with her, or think she should get her way.  She absolutely should not.  Her desire to impinge on the rights and feelings of others cannot be acted upon; but it is still a valid desire, a human desire.  There are no bad feelings; only bad actions and results.

There is a principle at work here, that of the "least force needed".  It's clear that this woman needs to be restrained from harming others.  But we don't need to pile on.  We need to do the least possible to keep her from inflicting that pain.  There is no need to belittle her, or strip her of her humanity.  Those things only weaken the position, morally and ethically.  Yes, she must be kept from acting on her feelings.  But we don't need to hate her.  Which is not to say that I don't understand the desire to hate her.  That is also valid.  It's ok to want to hate her.  It's not OK to give in.  That starts the cycle of hate.  At the end of the day, I do not hope that Kim Davis "loses".  I hope we all win.  I hope she genuinely is touched by the compassion of those she disagrees with, and softens her heart. 

A quick aside about my own father: he used to say that he really just felt uncomfortable with people (men, specifically) being gay.  He felt funny when two men were holding hands.  I understand this.  He wasn't raised with that kind of thing.  I don't think he ever hated them, but he definitely didn't like it or understand it.  But a few years back, my parents ended up becoming friends with a gay male couple.  They've become some of their best friends.  And my Dad says that now, while sometimes it still seems a bit off, it doesn't bother him nearly as much. 

The point here is this: I could have treated my Dad's unease with homosexuality as the enemy.  I could have lectured him about it, gotten angry with him, thought less of him, picked a fight.  That would have accomplished nothing.  Indeed, it likely would have made him dig in his heels.  What softened his attitude was that most human of things: making a friend. 

At some level, we understand this, because this is how we treat children.  We understand this principle of least neccessary force instictively.  When a child acts out, we restrain them from acting on their dark feelings.  But we don't hate them, we don't punish them more than neccessary.  We don't strip them of humanity.  We act with compasssion.   I maintain that this is also how we can treat adults.

What Kim Davis needs is not a lecture.  What she needs is compassion.  She needs some gay friends.  Maybe a gay neighbor. 

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Day 443 - South Fork of the American River, CA

I have no idea how many of you even read this blog, and even less idea how many of you come here seeking nuggets of wisdom.  But just on the off chance that any of you do, this weekend I got to go hiking with a dog, and hang out with some handicapped folks.  And I have to say: when you feel hung up on yourself, and you find yourself thinking about yourself more than, say, other people, here's some advice: go hiking with a dog, and hang out with handicapped people.
I think any more words I wrote on this subject would harm more than help.  So I'll leave you with someone else's:
"The individual stress response systems and 'reward' neurobiology in a marginalized, disconnected [emphasis mine] nd culturally fragmented group will be compromised and predisposes individuals of that group to a host of mental, physical and social problems such as depression, suicide, diabetes and increased substance abuse."  -- Dr. Bruce Perry

So - make a friend.

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Day 439 - San Francisco, CA

Continuing on the theme of awesome things happening in my life, lets go for #3.  I have always been interested in video games, obviously.  Since I'm getting out of the industry, I've been thinking about ways to stay involved.  I also love to teach.  So, combining the two interests, I am going to start erring involved in eSports.  In particular, as of today, I'm going to start streaming.  Some of you may not know what streaming is, and for many of you it won't be interesting in the least.  Streaming is basically playing video games live and broadcasting, with commentary.  It's a big business, and the main player is a company called Twitch.  I'll be broadcasting there as my username, Maj0rDamag3.  There isn't anything up there yet, but soon.  Hopefully this weekend.  My main focus will be my favorite game, Hearthstone.  I like Hearthstone because it's beginner-friendly and doesn't require the sort of hand-eye speed that some other games do.  But I'll probably also be playing League of Legends and Heroes of the Storm.  I've built a little desk with a Surface Pro 3 and a dock and a ethernet connection to broadcast from, that's easy to move around.  I'm trying to find an apartment up in Portland that has serious gigabit Ethernet, to make this hobby a reality.  I don't foresee ever earning any money from this, but I do think it's going to be a lot of fun.  I also want to start a meetup group up in Portland about eSports.

For those of you that want to know more, there's a great documentary about eSports that I'll link below.  And for those of you that want to watch my stream, that's below as well.  Happy gaming!

 

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Day 442 - San Francisco, CA

Today's post is about Donald Trump.

First, let me make something clear: I am not going to pretend to be unbiased.  I am almost certainly voting for Bernie Sanders.  That pretty much says it all.  So it may surprise you that the main theme of this post will be rising to Mr. Trump's (very limited) defense.

There is an important principle at work here; that of civilized dialogue and democracy.  Let me be clear: I think Donald Trump's policies, if implemented, would be immensely destructive.  His policies on immigration are unrealistic, unwise, lack compassion and would probably ruin the whole country.  His attitude towards women is clearly misogynistic and backward.  These things make him - in my opinion - unfit to be President of the United States.  I would not vote for him if you held a gun to my head.  However, these policies, in and of themselves, do not make him unfit to run for President of the United States.  

This is important, so I'll say it again: an immigration policy which advocates rounding up every single immigrant tomorrow and immediately deporting them is a valid policy.  It is incorrect, it is misguided, and - again, in my opinion - it is terribly wrong.  But it is a valid statement of policy.  I firmly believe that every citizen has the right to express their approval of that policy.  I sincerely hope that, given that free right, they will choose not to approve of that policy.  But it is very important that they get to freely choose.  The whole point of democracy is that my opinion is not law.  There are limits, to be sure, and they are important.  If Mr. Trump advocated rounding up all the "darkies" and shipping them off to concentration camps, then we would say that not only is he unfit to be President, he would be unfit to even attempt to become President.  But his policies, while inane and stupid, do not yet seem to rise to the level of mass extinction.

Democracy is, quite frankly, terrifying.  It is no less than paralyzing to fully accept that 50% + 1 of America could wake up tomorrow and decide that every single illegal immigrant needs to be immediately deported.  That's awful.  But here's the thing: a lot of smart people have thought about this, and nobody has come up with a better system.  There's a quote about this, in fact, by no less than Winston Churchill: "Democracy is the worst form of government, except for all the others."  And it's true.  I don't like it.  I want to enshrine my ideas in law.  I want to comfortable believe that nobody can do things I don't like.  But that doesn't work.

One of the reasons that I felt it was important to write this is that I notice my Facebook feed - on the Donald subject - degenerating.  Ad Hominem attacks against Mr. Trump only prove that we don't know how to be civil.  He is not a bad candidate for President because his hair is ugly.  He is not a bad candidate for President because he makes funny faces or owns a company.  He is a bad candidate for President because his policies are dumb.  In fact, the sheer idiocy of his policies doesn't make it less important that we be respectful, it makes it more important.  We must rise to the occasion and firmly, fervently and consistently argue against his ideas, not necessarily the man himself.  I remember seeing some really unpleasant memes about Barack Obama, and they made me mad.  Now I see those same memes being applied to Donald Trump, and it makes me queasy.  Two wrongs don't make a right.

One of the reasons this distinction is so clear to me is that my parents - and many of their friends - are the sort of folks that might vote for Trump.  And they are wrong.  But I still respect them.  I would no more attempt to deprive them of the right to express themselves than I would expect them to deprive me of the right to express myself.

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Day 438 - San Francisco, CA

Once again, I had a lighter topic picked out, but the "real" topic made itself clear today.  A lot of people have asked me why I'm moving to Portland.  On the surface of it, it may not seem to make much sense.  But I had two incidents today juxtaposed, which explain everything.  I think I'll just describe these two incidents, and then maybe comment a little bit. 

First, this morning, while I was working at home, I got a call from a 503 area code (Portland).  When I picked up, a polite man asked if I owned a yellow scooter.  I said I did, and he introduced himself as a police officer.  My scooter, he said, had been found pushed up into someone's yard.  I'd left it outside in a neighborhood of St. John's.  So it wasn't terribly surprising to me that someone had messed with it.  The police office was super nice, and he - on my behalf - had asked the guy at the house closest to where it was found if he would keep it for me in his garage.  The guy said yes, and now I have it in someone's garage, and a phone number and address.  I may even eventually make a new friend or acquaintance.  And my scooter is fine.  I left that interaction feeling awesome. 

Directly after that, I got on my bike to go to work.  There's a hill on the way, where you can pick up a bit of speed.  The lights are even synchronized specifically for a bike going 20 mph.  As I passed a woman on a bicycle, she screamed at me that I was going too fast and scaring people.  I pulled up short at a red light a block up the road and she proceeded to lecture me about my bike riding skills.  I won't go into the details of what she said because it's not important, and I also happen to think she's wrong anyway, but the point is she took time out of her day to yell at a complete stranger.   (Here's a hint: if you find yourself telling someone you don't know how wrong they are, it's quite likely you are not increasing the overall happiness of the universe).  I left that incident feeling angry and hurt.

These two incidents really speak to me, especially back to back.  In one, an incident which could have been a big deal was turned into not a big deal at all.  In the other, the inverse happened, and a big deal was created out of essentially nothing.  

I'd love to say these were isolated incidents.  But they are not.  There has been a clear pattern, in both cases.  I have my own "pop psychology" theories as to why, but honestly the why is not nearly as important to me as the end result.  And - no offense, San Francisco - this is why I need to move. 

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Day 437 - Oakland, CA

Today I ran an olympic distance triathlon, and I want to capture some of my thoughts about the experience.  Overall it was awesome; just as cool and rewarding as I thought it would be.  I was reminded, again, about how nice it would be to have someone by my side at the finish line (or even doing the race with me!), but other than that, I couldn't ask for a better day.  I had friends, I did really well, I enjoyed myself, and maybe most surprising, I don't feel like a total physical wreck.  Here are some quick-hit thoughts in no particular order: 

- A few people at the starting line were discussing comparing the olympic distance (1.5 k swim, 40 k ride, 10k run) to a half marathon or marathon.  The consensus, among those that had done both, seemed to be that it would be somewhere in between.  I found that not to be the case for me.  For me, it was actually easier than a half marathon.  At the halfway mark of the run, it occured to me that was equivalent to the 10 mile mark of a half marathon.  But at 10 miles into a half marathon, I feel pretty wiped out, and that wasn't the case here.  I felt tired, but still pretty good to be honest.   

- Along those lines, I feel like I "left a little bit of money on the table", so to speak, during the run.  I hammered on the bike, and I was worried about the run when it started so I took it easy, and never totally turned on the juice.  I wanted to not feel like crap later that day, and mission accomplished - but I could have done a bit more.  I don't regret that choice, but it would interesting to see what I could do if I sacrificed myself. 

- I read a really great post the other day on Facebook talking about how happiness is equal to reality minus expectations.  That was true today.  I didn't think too hard about what my finishing time would be, but as much as I did think about it, I assumed it would be about 3:30.  So to finish in 2:57 was really fun and rewarding and made me feel really good about myself. 

- The bay is truly gross to swim in. 

- Triathletes are attractive people. 

- About 95% or more of the people were wearing wet suits (I was not).  I thought people wore them to keep warm, but it turns out mostly it's about buoyancy and the perception that you swim faster wearing one.  In fact they're expressly disallowed in competitive triathlons once the temperature of the water hits 78.  I really enjoyed not wearing one but I wonder if it would be worth it to try. 

- I think I could do a half ironman if I trained.  I'm not sure yet if I want to, but I think I could. 

- I really perform better in the cold and rain then in the heat. 

- Male elite triathletes are stubborn and dumb.  I watched at least 6 wipeouts on the wet turns because they just wouldn't slow down enough. 

- I like triathlons!!  :) 

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