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Week 7

Day 43 (February 12th)1
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Day 44
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Day 45
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Day 46
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Day 47
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Day 48
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Day 49 (February 18th)
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…and that catches us up on the last three weeks. Sorry for the photo heavy posts…but they’re easy.


  1. I forgot to take a picture on this day. I had to go all the way back to 2005 to find a picture I took on February 12th ↩

Week 6

Day 36 (February 5th)
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Day 37
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Day 38
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Day 39
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Day 40
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Day 41
No picture today 🙁

Day 42 (February 11th)
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Week 5

Day 29
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Day 301
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Day 31
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Day 32 (February 1)
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Day 33
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Day 34
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Day 35 (February 4th)
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  1. I was busy puking today and so I forgot to take a picture on this day. I had to go back to 2009 to find a picture I took on January 30th. ↩

Week 4

Day 22
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Day 23
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Day 241
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Day 25
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Day 26
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Day 27
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Day 28
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  1. I forgot to take a picture on this day. I had to go all the way back to 2006 to find a picture I took on January 24th. But damn, look at those perfect titrations! ↩

Lazy to Run

Here are my stats from last year; considering I had never really run before, I think this is pretty good!

This year so far, I’ve run a total of four times, or once every other week, for about 13 miles. Suck.

I’m not quite sure what the deal is, why I’m not more motivated to run…I’m just not. I finally signed up for the St. Patrick’s Day Dash today, so I’m hoping that will help. I’m also hoping that I’ll be ready to run it in three weeks!

Andrew Ferguson History Year

Readers,

Now in it’s 25th year, Andrew Ferguson History Year, which runs from January 31st to January 30th, is an opportunity to celebrate the contributions by Andrew Ferguson to culture, society, and indeed, the people of the World.

Adding to the rich tapestry of American and Northwest diversity are the unique characteristics of Andrew Ferguson that find their roots in geography, language, thought, faith, etc.

Andrew Ferguson has made invaluable contributions throughout history, but especially in the areas of science, math, engineering, arts, and commerce. Andrew Ferguson has and continues to serve with distinction in prominent civilian, business, and government1 positions.

Yes, Andrew Ferguson helped lay the groundwork for modern civilization, and his work lives in abundance well beyond the history books.

I invite you to participate in any special events planned for your region commemorating Andrew Ferguson History Year.

Thanks for all you do and Happy Birthday,

Andrew Ferguson

Note: I wrote this several months ago. I was feeling a bit under the weather, which generally makes me cranky. Then I got an email toting the celebration of another _____ history/heritage/awareness month. I get it; people/things/causes are important. But I’m kind of tired of needing to have a party to all the freaking time. In response, I decided to satirize the email, mostly to humor myself. But also to make a point: I am people, too. I assure you, this would be infinite more funny if I could show you the original email, but it takes too much effort and I’m lazy; which is another quality you can celebrate this year.


  1. this is actually not true, I’m strictly a civi ↩

Fear

I was talking with a friend about striving for bigger and better and how I sometimes don’t feel content. This was in relation to dating and my question was if there was someone better for me than Staci, whom I’m dating now. This is not to say that Staci isn’t awesome, she is. That’s a fact. But could I do better?

I related to my friend that I thought part of my problem is that I spend so much time I work trying to figure out bigger and better ways to do things, that maybe I had a hard time not thinking that way with relationships. Or maybe it’s because I’ve never had a girlfriend longer than Staci and we’re crossed a point where much of how we interact is a new experience for me (in the sense that people who have only been dating for two weeks interact very differently than people who have been dating for two months).

My friend asked if I thought I was missing out by not dating someone else. I really hadn’t separated those ideas: I thought I could be missing out on someone bigger and better. In fact, I didn’t really see a difference.

As we were leaving, my friend turned to me and said, “One is opportunity, the other is fear.”

I have a fear on missing out.

I used to always go to events and parties because I didn’t want to miss out on something fun, even though most of the time I didn’t have fun…there could be that one time when we do the most funnest thing ever! Maybe.

I fear missing important news, so I incessantly scan Twitter and Facebook, always seeing what the latest news is before it scrolls off the screen. Who’s dating whom, what hilarious antics are my friends in Colorado up to now, what new vacation pictures did the Joneses post. Just in case.

I do the same think with email too, although I am getting better.

Skinner was right with his variable ratio scheduling.

All of this plays quite well to the simple fact that humans are notorious for loss aversion and “strongly prefer avoiding losses to acquiring gains. Some studies suggest that losses are twice as powerful, psychologically, as gains.” (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loss_aversion, although it’s not clear what studies are being cited))

My “loss aversion” is that I don’t want to lose the chance to be with someone else, someone who I think might be better. I don’t know if there is someone better, it’s just a chance. What’s frustrating about this feeling — this feeling of fear and of potentially being trapped — is that I know it, I can label it, but I can’t do a whole lot about it except talk about it and let it run its course.

Apparently, I’m not the only one that has this fear. Which is good, it means I’m still sane:
From thoughtcatalog.com:

But after some time – perhaps six months, perhaps a year, perhaps, even, two years, the presence of a partner can feel much less exciting than it used to, and the thought of spending time with another person or some fantasy being might become a very compelling one. But being in a long-term monogamous relationship requires a sort of sacrifice and that sacrifice is one of romantic contact with anyone other than your partner. And when your partner feels less exciting, and the thought of one outside the relationship becomes more exciting, what’s left is a feeling of being trapped, indefinitely (as the goal of long-term monogamous relationships is to stay together forever, not some limited time span), in a less than ideal situation that will never be as exciting as you might perceive an encounter with someone else.

I think that it’s easy for me to unsatisfied with and even scared of the parts of dating that are hard. Dating life, much like not-dating life, isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. However, I have only dated, cumulatively, for less than 180 days. Meanwhile, I’ve been struggling with and figuring out this thing called life for almost 9,125 days. So perhaps it’s only natural that I have this fear; I haven’t been in dating life long enough to be able to recognize what it means be in a good relationship and that it will be okay.

Week 3

Day 15
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Day 16
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Day 17
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Day 181
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Day 19
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Day 20
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Day 21
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  1. I forgot to take a picture on this day, so I’m posting a picture I took on this day from last year ↩