0. Newtonian gravity is your high-school girlfriend. As your first encounter with physics, she’s amazing. You will never forget Newtonian gravity, even if you’re not in touch very much anymore.
1. Electrodynamics is your college girlfriend. Pretty complex, you probably won’t date long enough to really understand her.
2. Special relativity is the girl you meet at the dorm party…
There are nine in total. Worth reading if you enjoy this sort of thing.
I think every bachelor party should start out with someone walking into a sex shop, only to have their phone ring, “Oh, hi Mom. How’s it going? Can I call you back later?” and then turn around and ask the shopkeeper, deadpan, “Where are the inflatable dolls?
That’s how this one started out, kind of; we were actually getting ready for the party. Ben was on the floor, practically rolling in agony from laughter. I’m not quite sure it was that funny.
In any event, Kelly’s bachelor party was on Saturday. It was a party of epic proportions that started out on Lake Union, moved to The Spaghetti Factory, then Buca Di Beppo’s, and finally back to the boat. The night ended with Kelly ralphing over the side of the boat: the first two times as a result of the Gentlemen Jack’s we were taking swigs of, the next three times due to “Peter’s fucking fettuccine.”
My computer is down, although I have a new one on the way. Unfortunately, photos will have to wait for my new computer to arrive, so check back in 3ish weeks.
The goal for this summer is to get out more. Thus I’m going to try to go hiking, climbing, and boating as much as I can. A couple weekends ago, I hiked Snow Lake Trail with Annie and company. It wasn’t too bad for my first Northwest hike, I wasn’t too fond of the snow though.
This weekend will hopefully see some hiking over by Stevens Pass. Not sure where though.
I must go down to the seas again
to the lonely sea and sky
And all I ask is a tall ship
and a star to steer her by
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song
and the white sail’s shaking
And a gray mist on the sea’s face,
and a gray dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again
for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call
That may not be denied
And all I ask is a windy day
with the white clouds flying
And the flung spray and the blown spume
and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again
to the vagrant gypsy life
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way
where the wind’s like a whetted knife
And all I ask is a merry yarn
from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream
when the long trick’s over.
One of my favorite things about being back in Seattle are the opportunities to get out on the water. While we do have a speedboat of our own, I don’t think it get’s much better then sailing. At some point in time, I’d really enjoying sailing around the world – or at least part of the world. Although such an adventure will have to wait until I can get a boat of my own and a crew.
In the meantime, I’m fortunate to have a friend, Peter, who has a sailboat. And thus we went sailing on Monday and again on Tuesday (for the bonus round):
Remember all those pictures of your parents that you look at? This picture reminds me of one of those. In fact, I’d call this picture of Staples iconic.
Things have been quiet here (my website, that is) for a while. I can’t say that nothing exciting is going on, because lots of exciting things are going on. I just haven’t felt compelled to write really. I do have a couple of posts I’m working on regarding my drive from Colorado to Seattle, but those will have to wait for me to finish getting by pictures uploaded.
My brother left for a 9 week trip to Greece. I think he’ll have a great time and experience lots of growth while he’s there.
Work started last Friday. It’s fun and I love the people I work with. I do not, however, enjoying getting up at 5:30am. Unfortunately, this is not something that is likely to change now or in the future.
I also hate $4.29/gal gas; apparently not as bad as in San Francisco, but still ridiculous none-the-less. To that end, I have decided to VanPool to work. It costs $50 a month to be in the VanPool, which is $150/month savings on gas (and doesn’t include whatever fuel it takes to drive the five minutes to the Greenlake Park and Ride).
