We’re making wine — as part of a team building activity.
Today’s exercise was to sort the grapes and remove any debris, raisins, or moldy grapes. We also had to taste the grapes to verify their sweetness.
Not bad for a day’s work. Huh?
Archives for October 2010
railing
Just take the steps, one by one and round and round, from the upper most floor of the parking garage to my cubicle on the building’s 2nd floor. When you reach the top, if you look down through the center of the railings, it looks like this.
Back “on track”
I’d always said that I’d figured that once I reached my Boston, I’d run the race (rather than racing it). Thinking I’d want to savor the moments: handing out high fives to everyone in sight with an outstretched hand and that sort of thing. Even before I registered, I was rethinking this plan.
Considering that I’d be toeing the line with many of the best runners in the world, why would I want to lolly-gag? Perhaps the better question is could I actually resist the pull of the race with all of those quick runners?
And now that the race filled so quickly, leaving many how met the BAA’s qual standards without a race bib, I almost feel obligated to live up to my BQ status. With that in mind, I glove up my feet and get back “on track” with a few (yes, only a few) Yasso 800s.
cooperative solitaire
Who says Solitaire needs to be played alone? Obviously, the game is more fun when a cooperative effort is in effect.
What’s the meaning of this?
Shortly after running setting the goal to qualify for the Boston Marathon, the idea of memorizing the achievement with a tattoo was introduced to me. A couple of my colleagues had memorized completing their 1st ironman distance triathlon by tattooing the IM logo on various parts of their bodies. While my friends’ tattoos were proudly and prominently displayed, I decided that IF I were to have one placed, I would be a little more private. After all, it would be for me, not for anybody else.
After the Santa Barbara Marathon, Mark had a tattoo placed in celebration of his 1st marathon. I stood beside his wife and watched the process. Slightly under the influence of two kamikazes and one rather large beer, it seemed ever more like a good idea and appeared to be pretty painless from that vantage point. But I didn’t want to permanently place just any random picture on my body. What ever I choose needed to have meaning.
I began the search for the special symbol and stumbled across Celtic spirals. I knew I was onto something when I read about their symbolic meaning: balance, direction, and awareness. I played around with them for a bit — doodling here and there — trying to come up with some creative way to incorporate the spirals into something more familiar. I came up short.
No matter how or what I drew, the symbol was either swallowed up by the rest of the image or the image itself took away from the meaning. After deciding on a particular Celtic spiral: the triskelion (also referred to as triskele, triquetra or fylfot) I knew that it was not meant to be buried in the wings of a butterfly or anything else. It was perfect all by itself.