Just my luck. On the first day of nice spring weather out here I decided to dust off my basketball shoes and shake off my rust. After maybe 5 minutes of running around, I go ahead and managed to sprain my thumb worst than any previous time in my life. In anatomical terms I hyperextended my right 1st metacarpalphalangeal joint and acquired a hematoma on the thenar muscle. In simple terms...I can't move my blue-purple (insert personalized Ipod-mini cover color) thumb and won't be able to play anything for a few weeks. Great...

Keane - "Everybody's Changing"

You say you wander your own land
But when I think about it
I don't see how you can
You're aching, you're breaking
And I can see the pain in your eyes
Says everybody's changing
And I don't know why

So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same

You're gone from here
And soon you will disappear
Fading into beautiful light
Cause everybody's changing
And I don't feel right

So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same

Hungover from the bitter double shot of Terrible Lakers, followed by a swig of the Missing Zen, a couple glasses of Wounded Knee's Finest, chased with Kobe Aftershock, topped off with a high priced but surprisingly mundane Seattle Cloudy D.

I'm surprised I'm even up this early in the morning.

Just had a great vacation in Seattle and Vancouver. I love the temperature there, but not the weather...too unpredictable. Seattle meteorologists must be the smartest folks in the world. The dining experience was also tres bien...Instead of water I consumed coffee and chased it with beer and sake.

I have self-proclaimed the title of a tourist to the Nth degree. In the midst of ascending every landmark we could get our feet over, I actually filled up my cameraphone to the max with little blurry images that only I can decipher and appreciate. I think it is about time that I join the ranks of the pioneer cameraphone-image-web-journalists. When that happens, no more random statements folks...you'll just have to make due with a bunch of random pictures.

Saddest moment of the trip:

On our way back on the I-5 from Vancouver to Seattle while going the speed limit of 100km/h, a female duck and her duckling waddled right onto the freeway. My friend spotted the duck with just about 20 yards remaining and braked...but the duck stood there like a statue. The faint sound of impact resounded within our car as it was too late to swerve out of the way. The driver immediately broke into tears as she has lived her life going out of her way to not harm other living creatures. As my other friend tries to calm her down, I glanced behind us. The little duck remained still, staring at the ground where her mother last appeared...while the mom was nowhere to be found...I like to say that I saw feathers flying around, but that could've been an illusion.The duckling, inable to comprehend the finality, seemingly still held out blind hope that his mother will come back to lead him across the road to the pond. The duckling stood there as he disappeared from my view as our car sped on. It astounds me how a happy moment of a picturesque image can so quickly turn into a portrait of Romantic despair. Brave duckling, I wish you the best.