Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger.

Its funny how I'm more athletic now than I was when I was younger. Wait, let me rephrase, I have a greater desire to be more athletic now than when I was younger. I'm not sure why. I've always been a lazy person, maybe because its even a minimal level of athleticism is harder now then when I was 20.

However, I am well aware that I can't undertake some of the same activities I did when I was younger. Taekwondo, is pretty much out for me. I just can't see myself getting that flexibility and speed back anymore. So what do I do?

I'm definitely going to get back into biking. Although, certain siutations are preventing me from getting the bike I want temporarily. I hope this gets resolved before the weather gets warm.

But I'm wondering if my mom was right about me not fighting anymore. Not street, but MMA. It is pretty hard on my body, which feels like its breaking down all the time. Right now I'm on a break as I rehab my ankles and just get back into shape from not being able to do anything for about 2 1/2 months. So its going to be a slow porcess for me to get back into it. But I'm looking forward to it.

Its much easier, and enjoyable to get back into shape than maintain it. So we'll see how things go.

The slippery slope of K-pop.

So, I bought a K-Pop album. I'm trying to remember the last time this happened. I think it was 1996 and I bought Kim Gun Mo 4. Or, I might have bought some CD for the 2002 World Cup. Either way, its been a while. Now, I have some Korean punk and Korean hip-hop albums, but its not really the same thing since those artists aren't mainstream.

I have this love/hate relationship with K-Pop. Mainly because listneing to K-Pop, leads to watching K-dramas, and it will cause me to crave a relationship with some Korean community that I know I will regret in the end. I am honestly quite satisfied as it is my relationship with the Korean community being limited to "That's the place I go to get food. And maybe a date."

But damnit, the song is catchy.

I heart boobs.

I love boobs.

That's all.

Yes, there is the temptation to put up a gratuitous image, or wax longwindered and psuedo-poetically about breasts. Nope.

I just love them.

That is all.

Grey. Gray? Yay! No? Meh.

Lately the days are like an unfullfilling kiss.

Its not the kiss you give your wife, or gf. Or does it generate the anticipation of that first kiss. Or even the urgency of a drunken kiss based on passion.

It feels like a kiss bereft of any passion, or even loathing. It emobies what the true physical basis of what a kiss is. 2 fleshy body parts squishing together.

It is the regretful kiss. The one you make and you know, nothing is there. Not even the desire for physical fulfillment.

Everything moves around me, at a far greater speed. Feels like I'm moving very slow. I am arrhytmic to this city.

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Intramurals, Brother!

Its funny how a college football coach could do a Hulk Hogan impersonation, and I was filled with optimism and hope for my alma mater's football time. This was 3 years ago.

But for the last 3 years, I have watched my beloved alma mater flounder on the gridiron. And as we are on the cusp of starting a new era at the University of Colorado, with the Pac 12 next year. I am relieved they relieved Coach Hawkins of his duties.

When The Cold Wind Blows.

Its starting to get cold here. I'm not the biggest fan of how Chicago doesn't seem to have much of a fall. On the other hand, I'm not entirely sure if Denver had much of a fall. Actually, I struggle to remember alot of Denver. I'm not sure if this is due to advancing age, or because its been....several years since I've been back.

I'm not entirely sure why I haven't been back. I think I have had several opportunities to do so. I'm just not that good about visiting my parents or my friends.

This leads me to the conclusion that given my reticence to move, that I'll end up living the rest of my life in Chicago. I don't really have an issue with this with a couple of caveats:

1. The winters here do suck. They suck so much, I don't know how to express it. Never in my whole life have I been afraid of walking around a corner because of whatever unGodly, sub-Arctic wind will blow into me. Colorado winters are very casual and mild compared to Chicago. When I moved here for the first time, I actually looked into military grade cold weather gear. And yes, I bought it, and thank goodness I did.

2. My child(ren) will be Chicago sports fans. With the exception of the Bulls and Blackhawks, I hate the other Chicago teams. In general I simply dislike the Chicago sports fan. However, I cannot impress my own fandom on my kids. I will take them to Cubs games and Bears games, and the like. However, for as long as they live under my roof, they will be getting items of Denver and Colorado clothing.


3. I will never go snowboarding on the regular again. It's just not feasible. I suppose I'd go when I visit my friends and family in Colorado, but to Hell with midwestern snowboarding/skiing. It is horrible out here. Mind you, this is an subjective assessment, its not like people come out and rape you as you're trying to get down slope. Its just icy, the runs are literally 30 seconds long, and the vertical drop from peak to base is only 200'.

But outside of that, I'm fine living here in Chicago. Besides, my last trip out to Denver, it was overrun with douchebags, a guy threatened to sodomize me and then he tried to stab me with a broken bottle.