Hi world. It's been a long time since I've blogged -- nearly two months. Though it's a cliché to say that I've simply been too busy to blog, it is nonetheless quite accurate. December, 2004 was one of the busiest months of my life mostly because I started working in downtown Seattle and my life has changed dramatically. Rather than commuting 19 miles and ~1 hour each way to south Bellevue, I now take a 25 minute bus ride to cover the 9 miles each way to work. Though I have less commuting stress in my life now, I have a lot more on my plate at work and I'm trying to play as hard as possible, too. Working in downtown Seattle has opened so many new fun opportunities in my life. I love it here!
But, there comes a time when a man needs to blog.
A few things going on in my life recently: I went to a very cool concert in Vancouver, B.C. this past weekend. I saw Sarah McLachlan and Bare Naked Ladies and Sum 41 (please don't tell anyone I also saw Avril Lavigne -- I'll never live that down). The artists donated their services to the concert and raised $3 for Oxfam and some other charities who are assisting the tsunami relief efforts in southeast Asia. More info is here. Vancouver is a very cool town. We ate lots of sushi and sashimi.
Speaking of salty food:
I have anosmia. I have no sense of smell. For some reason, my anosmia becomes a frequent source of conversation with new and old friends. It is interesting for me to observe people's reactions to my declaration that I cannot smell. I'm pretty sure my anosmia is of the congenital sort for two reasons: 1) I don't ever recall HAVING a sense of smell, and 2) allegedly my maternal grandfather had anosmia, too. I remember he always had a salt shaker handy in order to flavor his food beyond what normal (i.e. norosmic) people prefer. I have the same habit. I go through 3 or 4 Morton's salt cans a year. I even have a battery-operated pepper grinder (which was the best present my ex-girlfriend ever gave me).
So next time you see me flavoring the hell out of my food, please 1) don't be offended (if you're the one who cooked the food), and 2) don't give me any advice about my sodium intake. My blood pressure is quite normal. Thanks.
But, there comes a time when a man needs to blog.
A few things going on in my life recently: I went to a very cool concert in Vancouver, B.C. this past weekend. I saw Sarah McLachlan and Bare Naked Ladies and Sum 41 (please don't tell anyone I also saw Avril Lavigne -- I'll never live that down). The artists donated their services to the concert and raised $3 for Oxfam and some other charities who are assisting the tsunami relief efforts in southeast Asia. More info is here. Vancouver is a very cool town. We ate lots of sushi and sashimi.
Speaking of salty food:
I have anosmia. I have no sense of smell. For some reason, my anosmia becomes a frequent source of conversation with new and old friends. It is interesting for me to observe people's reactions to my declaration that I cannot smell. I'm pretty sure my anosmia is of the congenital sort for two reasons: 1) I don't ever recall HAVING a sense of smell, and 2) allegedly my maternal grandfather had anosmia, too. I remember he always had a salt shaker handy in order to flavor his food beyond what normal (i.e. norosmic) people prefer. I have the same habit. I go through 3 or 4 Morton's salt cans a year. I even have a battery-operated pepper grinder (which was the best present my ex-girlfriend ever gave me).
So next time you see me flavoring the hell out of my food, please 1) don't be offended (if you're the one who cooked the food), and 2) don't give me any advice about my sodium intake. My blood pressure is quite normal. Thanks.
posted by Max at 2:02 PM
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