Happy Holidays

Merry Christmas.

I love homemade eggnog, pigging out, drinking on a Monday afternoon, spiced rum and substance abuse. Nothing says Tis The Season like being bombed on day three of a three day weekend. God Bless Christmas and Christ Almighty!

Dim Sum

I love Dim Sum. I really do.

I just stuffed myself silly at lunch and now I'm back at work and desperately trying to get work done, but I am so full that I can't even move.

Man, what a fat ass I've become!

Weird Science

Tis the season!

As Americans flock to their local Wal-Marts and gobble up Chinese-made plastic Sponge Bob toys and Cuddly Elmo dolls, the proponents behind teaching Intelligent Design, or the theory that a divine power created the universe, are busy licking their wounds. A Pennsylvania judge ruled recently that Intelligent Design can't be taught in high school biology classes, but only after the Board of Education and community was made into a national laughing stock.

I'm not saying that God doesn't exist or that we were't created by some power, for each of us is allowed to believe whatever we want to believe in. That's the beauty of this contry.

It means that in science, we can't turn to the supernatural to explain things when natural processes don't answer all of the questions.

Religion and Intelligent Design do not belong in the classrooms. Amen.

Grape Tomatoes

I am in love with grape tomatoes from Costco. These little delicious red gems of goodness are sweet and firm and about the size of .. well, grapes! I recommend you trying them out sometime. They go great in salads or for a light, yet healthy, snack. Vitamin C, Licopene and other goodies are loaded into these zingers!

Happy Holidays

I don't know if you've heard the news or not, but there is a War going on against Christmas right now. I kid you not, a mutha fucking War against the holiest of all American Holidays. Yes ladies and gentlemen, it's an all out attack on our core and spirit. These crazy liberals out there, want to take away your right to worship as you please. They want to strip you of your Constiutional Right like in a Seuse-esque way so they can subject you to their twisted and perverse ways. Each time they replace "Merry Christmas" with their anti-Christian slogan of "Happy Holidays", these liberals take an attack on Jesus Christ, himself.

Crazies out there.

Man, I'm so good, I could work cleaning the filter at a right wing think tank!

Sydney Mardi Gras 2005

So Gav and I went to the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras this past year, and Girl, let me tell you! For us American's, it's all about the Southern Hemisphere mystique. Different accents, opposite seasons and a culture that is both quirky and familiar all at the same time. Boys and Girls, this is Australia.

Picture it ... 20,000 hot shirtless gay boys all dancing together on a warm Sydney Fall night. It is truly a sight to see and an experience to yearn for. I often say that gay men get to live in the fantasy world that the child in the candy store could never even conceptualize.

It was pretty fabulous from the get-go. A short 10 hour flight on Qantas from Honolulu to Sydney. If the Business Class Lounge champagne didn't get me in the mood, the wonderful (yet New World) Aussie wine they were serving on our flight sure did! Our cute and oh-so-convienent boutique hotel Mark suggested was perfect! Location Location Location, people! The Medusa really took care of every need a gay couple at their first Mardi Gras could use. I would recommend this place to anyone going to Sydney, and I'm talking everyone. I would send my gay brother, my best gay friend, my parents or even grandparents there if I had the opportunity. This place is so glam that Kylie Minogue stayed in one of the suites. How fab is that?

I often think that I am the envy of many gay men out there because of my strategic location to Australia and the Pacific. In the past two years, I've gone to Australia twice, Fiji and New Zealand. I would love to visit French Polynesia, The Cook Islands, Asia and so much more.

Gavin and I are making plans for the 2006 Mardi Gras and I invite anyone who is curious to come along and experience the fun. Words cannot begin to describe how amazing it is.

I'm such a lazy ass

I really need to start blogging on a regular basis. If I ever hope to have readers, I need to have daily content.

I never knew that leaving myspace would be so hard!

Does you get email access in heaven?

Communicating with the deceased has been something that humans have tried to accomplish for over thousands of year. Since the dawn of time, we have lost those who are most precious to us, often times not getting the opportunity to have that last conversation with them. We often have 20/20 vision in hindsight and often deliver a very emotional soliloquy after everything is said and done. What if we had a way to communicate with the dead. What if heaven had email and internet access.

Of course, the majority of this question stands on the basis on whether or not there actually is life after death. But for the sake of argument, why don't we just say that you die and go to heaven. No hell or anything nasty like that, (I think the concept of hell was created as a form of control by the church.) just heaven. Plain and simple ole heaven.


When an old person dies, you are left with memories, but when a young person dies, you are often left with questions.

If you had email access in heaven, there wouldn't be so many questions.

But are those questions meant to be answered?

Faded dreams of Purple and Gold

With great sorrow, I am going to try and convert my feelings of sadness and sorrow for prose. Bear with me, since this isn't very easy for a diehard Husky fan like myself.

Everyear you feel it. When the days of summer start to get a bit shorter and the nights just a little colder. You can tell Summer is on its way out the door and fall is right around the corner. It's when the kids are getting ready to go back to school and there's a quiet sound to the air.

Off in the distance, you can hear the faint yet familiar sound of the drum line. Your pace begins to fasten as you clinch your preseason guide in the fist and walk faster to the sound. The beat of the drum line changes and you feel the late August air rush against your face. You can begin to feel your heart beat a little faster and the anticipation begins to bubble over. You reach into your pocket and take our your ticket. It's the first ticket of many tickets that are on a sheet with this season's captains printed on it. Quickly, you hand the embossed piece of paper to the woman working the door as ladies with shiny sequence hats walk by. To your left, you hear a young boy asking to his father if the sophomore quarterback will have his breakout year.

You begin the hike to your seats as you find yourelf longing for the years as an undergrad and student seats on the 50 yard line. As you hear the band getting louder and the fans begin to clap, you quicken your pace. You push past families and old people , and your eyes grow wider as you see the light at the end of the tunnel. As you get closer, the light gives way to a view of a packed stadium and a sea of coordinated color. Your hands start clapping as you work your way to your seat. You hear the familiar sound of the fight song and begin to sing, just as you realize to yourself that football season has returned.

Wow. I hope that you could feel just a tiny bit of what I put into writing that fucking thing.

Here's the deal. The Huskies have had 2 losing seasons in a row. This is huge people. Their losing season last year was the first in a gazillion years.

As a Husky fan, I had my lofty expectations crushed as I watched my beloved Dawgs win only two games this year. Gone are the days of rivalries and winning streaks. Of Bowl Games and hopes of Pasedena. Bragging rights and trash talking have rolled over to expose their underbelly. It is a dark day to be a Husky.


But, there's always next season!

I love Kailua

Before I moved to Oahu in March of 2003, I never thought that I'd ever live in Honolulu. I always preferred the laid back lifestyle of the Big Island over the hustle and bustle of Hawaii's largest city. As a child, I always enjoyed visiting the windward side of the island, so it's no surprise to me that I have come to really love Kailua. My daily commute is about 20 minutes in each direction, which allows me to listen to my NPR or talk radio (what a nerd!). The drive also allows me to think. It's funny how I am so busy that I often don't have time to think about stuff.

On the days that I come home early from work, I enjoy exploring Kailua or taking a stroll along the beach which isn't too far from my house. A few weeks ago, Gavin and I took an early evening walk along Kailua beach. I love Kailua.