The Nature of the Blog
For about the nth million time someone asked me today if I minded baring my soul to the world in this blog.

If I minded, I wouldn't be here, would I? If I were embarrassed, I'd censor myself- but I see no reason to. I'm perfectly comfortable being "me" here as much as anywhere else. I consider myself an open person and I wish more people were the same. I'd rather remember my thoughts and actions than forget them and I hope to chance learning something along the way. I want to help me understand myself... that's the primary purpose of this blog- but I see no reason to limit that understanding to an internal one. Maybe my readers will better understand me, maybe they will take away something else. I hope that's why people read this journal, because what I think is interesting. In fact, I'm flattered if I have readers with purely voyeuristic motivations. I don't see what I write here as ultra-personal. I'm not writing about masturbatory fantasies or trash-talking my friends or exes. I save respect for myself and for my readers... on the other hand, people like Reilly can expect to find an earful if they ever read this. Even then, I don't mind... I'm only being honest. I simply find myself surprised that so many people seem to take issue with this.

I'm comfortable in my own skin... and when I do feel itchy, this blog helps me re-center. And it's now four-thousand hits delicious.
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Oh, and two months late... here are the Florida pictures, they may take some explanation:

1. Second day down there, I got this flaming UTI from hell... the first one I've ever had and it had to kill me while I was out of the state and out of range of insurance coverage. For those of you unaware of the nature of UTIs, especially guys., they're bladder infections and they have a terrible effect of making you DESEPERATELY have to go to the bathroom but when you do it feels like your bladder is forcibly trying to remove itself from your body. NOT FUN. Anyway, I had to go to the emergency room and pay $115 for a bottle of ten antibiotics. Levaquin, heavy duty shit like they give you for kidney infections. Apparently, they figured I was pretty bad. I sure felt like DYING.So here I am, just happy to be medicated. And here are the drugs. YAY!

2. We went to this restaurant and their bar was promoing this new liquor called "Das Komet." I think it was kind of a vanilla cinnamon schnapps-y thing. It was sweet and pretty foul. Anyway, they of course weren't carding cause they wanted to get their drink out there. They had an ice luge set up and were letting people take shots off of it. Justin and I opted to get our shots poured into the complementary glasses instead of taking them right off the ice. The glasses were really cool because they glowed like those light sticks ravers have... but they were lame after it wore off, so we left them there.

3. Another day, Justin, Tim and I went to the Everglades. We biked through a low swamp and saw lots of gators. And even more gators. We even ate gator for dinner! Well, as an appetizer. Later, I railroaded Justin into biking into the swamp. He still hates me. Here we are on the overlook. That evening, we took a boat ride into the mangrove swamps and out to the Gulf... we were lucky enough to come across a pod of 10 or so dolphins and they all waveroad and played around the boat!

4. We were staying in West Palm Beach aka YUPPIE central. The money there was filthy. I didn't take any pictures of the stores, but I'm sure you can imagine what Worth Avenue must have looked like. Here are a few of the houses near wher we were staying:
Mansion One
Mansion Two
Mansion Three
Mansion Four
Scary, ne?

There are quite a few (about 25) more pictures, but I figure this is a good enough and entertaining enough summary. : )