When I Die Don't Make a Facebook Group

When I die please don't make a facebook group, don't plaster my profile wall with messages. I'm not going to get them, whats the point, I'll be dead! Don't put R.I.P. and then a flower icon on your MSN messenger name. I do not want an electronic footprint that I ever died. Wear an armband, go to my funeral, have a beer in my honour, but don't go bandwagoning with internet 2.0 forms of sincerity. Tell tales about my demise at the hands of the man eating ants from mars, about the time I boxed a kangaroo, or when I was listed as "super badass" in the credits of Point Break. Wait no! Make a facebook group when I die! Tell the stories of my life! Who says I didn't climb K2? are you really going to insult the memory of a dead person? And call it, Andrew MacDonald, a spark beyond time! James, I charge you with this, and if you don't do it I will haunt you for 4 score decades!

fantastic

My god,

lets go to new zealand for a few weeks...
screw work, screw school, screw winter 47 weeks of the year...

wake me up when we reach auchland

the first of last

The first day of assertion and all I feel is tired, everything today has gone well (with one exception in the form of a delicious rice crispy square). except for the extraordinary tiredness.

I would like to however reiterate the advice I was given yesterday from an unusual source; The father of a friend. "It's only money, and you'll have lots of worries and time to worry about them later." He thought I should leave and do something before I end up fifty and have kids and a mortgage.

I hope I'm intelligent enough to listen his wisdom

McK

10 in 125 for 25

I have compiled a list of ten things I would like to accomplish in my last 125 days in the first quarter century of my life. They are as follows
1- pray, meditate, or yogafy daily
2- get in scary shape
3- survive with out putting anything harmful in my body (thats a big tough ass list)
4- finally climb that damn mountain
5- take a photo a day
6- make a post a day
7- get in the habit of flossing daily
8- make plans to expand my current sphere through travel
9- fire the genocide gun with paco
10- give something thoughtful and beautiful to everyone I love

so tomorrow will mark day one in this process... lets hope its a good one

McK

Why the world needs Hemmingway!

Let Me Share With You a Story

I have never liked first wave feminism, the elementary level binary opposition of Man Bad, Woman Good that exists at the heart of a high school study of the subject should be embarrassing to any true educated feminist. Of course, this as a foreword to my tale could immediately turn some off. Well so be it.
Weeks ago now, my pals were sitting around a campfire, doing what over educated-under employed (or over educated-unemployed) people do--wax intellectually about mundane things. We are all readers, we began to discuss "great" books, and after one of them listed some "Only I have heard of them so they've gotta be good" titles I said, Old Man and the Sea. And you know what he said to me? "Hemmingway is rubbish." If there is one thing I can't stand, its English majors thinking they are English, I HATE when they use words not in common speech to appear superior. But I realized, his girlfriend there as well, is quite immersed in feminist literature, so my pal from high school is a bit different than his current post masters self. No problem in it, just not the answer I was hoping he'd say. I thought, then said, "Hey! We need Hemmingway! If not for his kick ass stories, then at least to man up our future sons!"

Part B: Cardigans Aren't Just for Hipsters

As I sit, weeks after the initial conversation with a glass of Jack Single Barrel in my left hand I have finally decided how to post. I don't fish often enough to say that I'm a fisher, I have never hunted, though, as I get older the yearning to conquer wild animals pulls stronger. I camp, but never off a designated camp site. I haven't been to Nam, or Korea, or Germany, I will never see "action" in the battlefield sense. And to that effect, neither has my father. But even my father hunted, fished and camped in the wild. Living where we do I have been offered a broader male, bildungsroman, as the Germans call it, than people living in larger cities.
Still as time trickles away and our fathers and grandfathers give up their guns because of paperwork, young kids get too freaked out about putting worms on fishing hooks (modern young fathers are no better), and the bears(or bugs, or whatever) keep fathers and sons from camping trips, where does the strong male role model come from? Males are subjected to pacification for so many reasons they can't be counted. There is nothing wrong with spending a weekend in the woods and giving a yell to hear your real voice, to know you are still alive. The Canadian Tire flyer, every week finds a new way to make some manly task less manly, portable camp kitchens, grippy, self locking wrenches, self inflating air mattresses.

III: The Fewer Blades on your Razor the Manlier

I admit my softness... well compared to a lumberjack. But I feel as part of the boy to man experience one must experience the conquering of something, and if not in the first person, as can rarely be done nowadays, then through a book, and no book captures the half grumpy grandfather you always wish you had better than Old Man and the Sea. Its not "rubbish" to me, its basically a blueprint to understand what being a manly man is all about.

UFC 100.5: Retracting Statements

4 out of 5 aint bad. I admit that possibly my picking of Bisping might have had something to do with the brutal way Pride fighters have injured each other since that company's founding. Unfortunately for the sport, which is slowly winning more acceptance, Hendo's second knock out hit, a flying forearm smash to the chin of an out cold laboured breathing Bisping sent the event, which was supposed to garner new fans straight back to the brutal roots that it has climbed from. Henderson admitting that he knew he was out was the least classy thing of the night... that is... until Dumptruck opened his mouth. Lesnar, giving the finger to the fans pretty much solidified zero growth in fanbase from the event. Someone should put a collar on that dog before he insults the center ring sponser... oh wait that happened too, well Joe, now would be a good time to take the mike away from him before anything racey happens -- oh, good he's going home to have sex with his wife, drunk on coors light. And now we all know.

GSP Fights, and wins with a pulled groin! Thiago Alves proved to have quite a bit of power, still the considerable reach advantage of GSP kept the fight from being a knock out night. Georges proved that superior skill in all martial arts trumps a one trick pony everytime. In his post fight GSP was very gracious for the oppertunity to fight on the 100 card as well he said that Alves was a challenging opponent and that GSP lost his first fight over Hughes but learned from the fight and in their second meeting won, and that "who knows" about Alves' progression over the next few years. Leave it to the Canadien to put a classy spin on a fight bookended by 2 brutal displays of historic UFC brutality.

My Picks

Well UFC 100 is tomorrow night and my Tapout shorts are wrinkle free and my Extreme Couture shirt freshly washed. Though I have never done it before I'm posting my picks before hand, so I can tell how wrong I was.

Yoshihiro Akiyama vs Alan Belcher

going with the odds on this one, I really am not too familliar with either


Michael Bisping vs Dan Henderson

I think Henderson has taken one too many in the melon and bisping needs it to become more than the guy to get through to get to the top.


Jon Fitch vs Paulo Thiago

I think fitch has a shot to stop Thiago's streak... but he's been rocked pretty hard the last couple years.


Frank Mir vs Brock Lesnar

Frank looks in the best shape of his life, he has trained very hard for the battle but I am sure Brock has been doing his JuJitsu homework and the last thing he is going to want is to be embarrased the same way again.


Thiago Alves vs Georges St. Pierre

Thiago may be a roid monkey with a lot of power but GSP is pound for pound the best god damn fighter on earth and a student of true mixed martial arts. And he's the Canadian (or Canadien) boy

p.s. noone wants to watch Mark Coleman fight, Dana, so please stop putting him on cards