DOMEination

It's true that I've been relatively stationary for the past month. But you are stationary on a plane, when in reality you are moving a bazillion miles an hour, or however fast planes fly. Regardless, you feel like you are still as you zip along. Right now I am sitting still, on the couch at Ian's house. But time is moving by. As fast as time goes. Which is not really a number. So here I am traveling right along with time. Thus justifying the revitalization of my travel blog? I know I know, it's a stretch.

I am about to travel again! So soon, yes yes. From here, in bromantical fremont, to a new home in the Tacoma Dome! A long and treacherous 3.6 mile journey. Perhaps as I pass under I-5 I will mutter the words: the way is through the mountains. Probably I will forget. Word on the street is that the house will be renamed the King Dome. Or the Astro Dome. Maybe even ___: The Champagne of Houses. The task of renaming our home has been left up to Ollie, Dutch and BJ. No word yet on their progress. But we did clear up a few misunderstandings as to the presentation of attractive features (as documented in legal proceedings). I'm excited to live close to the fruit stand, the ravine and 3rd place. My feelings are yet to be decided on our neighbors to the north, what with their late night wheelings and dealings.

Lately I've been thinking a lot about how difficult it is to present who you really are. It's so easy to change in the presence of others. Sometimes it happens almost unconsciously, as we simply become who we are expected to be. I realize this sounds like some sort of play on Kurt Vonnegut. Whoosh. Blame it on my residency, which makes me feel like I'm still in school. Except now we play with the code cart during recess.

Shout out to Sean Rohan for being my introspective soundboard.

Recently I learned that you can have a heart rhythm known as a "Wandering Atrial Pacemaker". WAP WAP WAP!! As awesome as this acronym is, the abnormality is asymptomatic. Rendering its kickass name a tad gratuitous. Kids, if the doctor tells you your heart is WAPing, don't freak out. It's like your heart is hiccuping. (harmless side effect of that cheering charm you did last week?)

A little Scandinavian synthpop to creep out my readers. Happy tuesday!