Quarter Year

Rhythm of Life: Blackout Nights

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This is where I pretend I’m an otter.

by Mike

People seem to be curious about our blackout nights, so I thought I’d explain it a little more:

In an effort to live more effortlessly, to sync our bodies’ cycles with the natural daily rhythm, we’ve stopped using electricity at night. As night falls we light candles, we close the computers to read or talk. Instead of using the phone, we shout down the street. We don’t have a TV, sorry to be one of those people.

It’s not about saving money – Seattle has some of the cheapest electricity in the world. In fact, I’ll bet it’s more expensive to burn candles than flip on lights. Nor are we motivated by saving energy/the environment, though it’s a nice side effect. It’s health, it’s (pagan) spirituality, it’s simplification.

We start to light candles as the sun sets, a couple in the kitchen, if we’re still cooking, and one in the bathroom so we can be sure we’re peeing in the sink, not on the faucet. Around 9:30 or 10 we go to bed, and we’re usually asleep before 11pm. (click here to expand this blog post lol)

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Posted on May 17, 2010 at 12:40 pm.

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Motorcycle Safety

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Azure by the river.

by Mike

Since we intended to ride all over Southeast Asia & Europe on two wheels it was prudent to take Washington’s motorcycle safety course. So, the weekend before I left, I sat with four other guys in a classroom captained by a well-intending man who reminded me of Dr. Phil, though not quite as stern nor insightful.

In his introduction he explained that he loved helping people safely experience something that’s given him so much joy. But he especially loved getting to know his students. This was a safe zone. There would be no wrong answers, he emphasized.

That said, we jumped into it. “First off, can anyone tell me the greatest risk to motorcycles on the road?” The answers he wanted were pretty obvious – other cars, potholes, dangerous surfaces – but we were reluctant to raise our hands. I’ve met a lot of idiots, but maybe the biggest idiot I’ve met was in the class, and he finally spoke up:
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Posted on December 10, 2009 at 3:15 am.

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