Saturday, 17 July 2010


So running has been pretty difficult for me since I got to England. It’s just been a constant mind-game that I have invariably lost. I was starting to hate running… especially outside. I could barely make it across the bridge that is just down the street from Rob and Amy’s house. Rob enquired about my running and I told him that I just started this summer, so I am complete crap at it. He said that when you first run, don’t concentrate on how fast you are going, just concentrate on time and distance. He said I had the physical ability to run three miles … I just needed to take it slow. I got ready and went running right after that. I ran the slowest I have ever run, the most consistently I have ever run, the farthest I have ever run, the longest I have ever run, and was the least tired I have ever been on a run. I probably could have gone three miles at that rate. I ran for 20 minutes straight outside. I’ve never done that before! It was incredible! There were no mind blocks. I was just running and enjoying it. Who cares if I could walk faster than I was running, I consider it the best run I have ever been on. I felt so good afterward. Rob really gave me a huge key to running well. The ironic thing is it was a key I had already learned at the beginning of the summer when I first started running, but I had forgotten it and pushed myself too hard. Often in life, answers to our questions (even if they are not asked out loud) come from those we love. People around us can always teach us … if we are willing to learn. Experiences (good or bad) that come from interacting with people, especially those who are closest to us, can teach us so many incredible lessons. You see who and who you do not want to be. You learn lessons you’ve sought after for years. You especially learn to love more honestly. You think you learn a lot in school, but most some of the most essential lessons can come from the every day experiences and interactions we have the privilege of having.

Thursday, 15 July 2010


Let me first say that before I even got to Edinburgh, my life was completed. While I was sitting in the airport waiting for my flight, I looked over and what did I see? A Premordial Dwarf! It was the most amazing day of my life! (If you don't know what a premordial dwarf is, just watch a TLC special on them and your life will be changed forever).
The Queen felt so bad about me being deported earlier this summer, that she decided to join me in Edinburgh the day after I got there. I would have loved the one on one time with her highness, but my invitation to her huge Tea Party with hundreds of Posh Scots must have gotten lost in the mail. Damned fate.
A view while hiking up to Arthur's seat in Holyrood park (Which is basically the Queen's nature reserve that is located right across the street from the Palace).
A Side street in Edinburgh.
Me looking like a baby at the top of Arthur's Seat.
My first Bueno since Jeru. How have I gone this long without them in my life? Jealous, anyone?
I wish I could say that this is my dream-come-true premordial dwarf... but it is just a cute little girl I saw at the castle.
A bagpiper at the 21 gun salute they did for the Queen at Edinburgh Castle.
Spectators at the 21 gun salute. I dunno why I like this shot so much...
Part of a ruin in Holyrood Park.
The Queen's Garden Party....that she forgot to invite me to.
Walking through Holyrood Park... Time Bomb, baby!
I was in Holyrood Park for 7 hours one day and had to duck behind trees and bushes a couple of times to answer nature's call.
Me on top of a cliff overlooking Edinburgh. Time Bomb. Yeah, man. I threw it down.
Overlooking Edinburgh.
Holyrood Park. Seriously... My pictures don't do it justice... I could camp there for the rest of my life. It was gorgeous.
I hiked Arthur's seat in my Rainbow sandals....twice...Props to the Rainbow people.
Time Bomb. Overlooking Edinburgh.
Time Bomb.... Hiking up the trail from Holyrood Palace.
The Royal Mile.
In the gorgeous park below the Castle.
In a side street.
They gave a 21 gun salute at Edinburgh Castle when the Queen came into town. An onlooking officer.
Stairs leading up to the Royal Mile.

Saturday, 10 July 2010

The Girlies

Es holding a crab while we were "crabbing"
Ba... lookin' as good as ever.
Bubby... Always livin' on the edge.
I could look at the picture for hours and still be laughing.... work it, Ba.
Band Pic
Bubby Strawberry picking.
Es when we went punting at Cambridge.
Bub... putting out the vibe....
Bub in front of the London Temple. By far one of my favorite pictures of the trip.

Sunday, 4 July 2010

A Day In Cambridge

Will Looking Hardcore
I love the Colorful Doors they have in England.
That Old Lady is kicking her husbands trash....
Some Cambridge bikes.
"Stop telephoning me" - It's brilliant to hear little kids singing Lady Gaga in their little British accents over here.
Outside a Shop in Cambridge
It was graduation for a bunch of the schools. This is a shot of one of them from the river.
A Posh old man reflects on the good ol' days when he spent time at Cambridge.
A shot of one of the buildings from the river.
Punting baby!
Punting was awesome. Alex, I can see why you fell in... Props.
The Siblings.
Will and I showed up with basically the same outfit on... Che Vergogna ....