Sunday, September 27, 2009

The 1st Verse




Tao Te Ching, 1st Verse

The Tao that can be told
is not the eternal Tao.
The name that can be named
is not the eternal name.

The Tao is both named and nameless.
As nameless it is the origin of all things;
as named it is the Mother of 10,000 things.

Ever desireless, one can see the mystery;
ever desiring, one sees only the manifestations.
And the mystery itself is the doorway
to all understanding.



On Saturday, I got a tattoo on the upper right part of my back.

I've been planning on getting a tattoo and have been thinking about what to get most of the summer.

Quite obviously, tattoos are a permanent mark on a person's body. So I wanted to get a tattoo that would stand the test of time.

I've had an interest in eastern religion and philosophy since my freshman year in college but I only recently finished reading the Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu.

Written over 2,500 years ago, it is a work of 81 verses that describes a way to live a balanced, moral and content life.

The Tao has been translated as the way or the path but it is best described by the paradoxical verses of the Tao Te Ching.

After I finished reading the Tao Te Ching, I knew that I wanted this to be my tattoo.

I played around with the idea of doing the Chinese symbol for the Tao but decided against it after thinking how cliche Chinese tattoos have become. Also, I use English to communicate and not Chinese so why wouldn't I want to communicate the idea of the Tao in my own language anyway.

Plus, I found the simplicity of the three letters "T-A-O" to exemplify much of what Taoism is about.

The font I chose to use for my tattoo is Baskerville. It was designed by John Baskerville in 1757. As a traditional serif font, I figured it had stood the test of time so far and it wasn't a trendy font that might look silly later in life.

I played around with the letters in Photoshop because the "o" seemed too separated from the "a". I simply brought the "o" a little bit closer to the "a" and I think it made the word a little bit more cohesive.

At a later time, I hope to blog more about Taoism and explain my reasons for connecting with the writings of Lao Tzu. But for now, I'm going to use someone else's words to explain why I got my tattoo.

The author of the following text also got a Tao tattoo:

"To remind me to keep my chin up.

To remind me not to sweat the small stuff.

To remind me to live in accordance with the nature of things.

To remind me to stay balanced.

To remind me to decrease my wants.

To remind me to indulge myself every now and then.

To remind me that everything is as it should be.

To remind me to stop comparing myself to others.

To remind me not to use force against the world, and embrace the way of the universe.

To remind me to follow my own nature, and not the trappings of life.

To remind me to have no claims to life.

To remind me to be spontaneous, deliberate, watchful, reverent, humble, pure, and accepting."

To remind me to....

Enjoy the ride,
DAMM

Saturday, September 19, 2009

A Reminder

I just found out that someone I knew -- not that well but I knew him nonetheless -- died this week.

He was 31. He had two kids. He had a wife.

Life gets put into perspective every so often and last night, when I found out, it hit me pretty hard.

We spend so much time in life planning.

Planning for the week ahead. Planning vacations. Planning meals. Planning to buy a bigger house. Planning to find that perfect job. Planning to move.

But our plans don't amount to a hill of beans if we can't be happy TODAY.

Life isn't about tomorrow. It's about this moment. Right now.

I've met so many happy people who work in factories and at fast food restaurants who seem so happy. And I've read about Buddhist monks who own nothing yet rejoice in their simple, happy lives.

What I'm getting at is that happiness is not about money. And I'm not necessarily happy because I currently make a comfortable living.

I think my happiest days are when I have life in clear perspective. And my happiness comes from the simple, quiet moments.

When lunch outside at noon, seems like winning the lottery.

When a 4-mile jog lights up so many endorphins that I feel "high."

When a deer runs across the road when I'm biking, and stops and looks at me and just stays there -- still.

When I'm on a beach with friends reading a good book.

When a scent reminds me of a pleasant memory.

When an old friend calls out of the blue, and just wants to catch up.

We get a chance every day to be happy. And we need to take full advantage of each opportunity.

It can all end at any time.

But we have today. Contentment and happiness are at our fingertips.

At this moment, I'm going to quit typing and start reaching out for happiness.

It's TODAY after all. It's always TODAY.

Enjoy the (happy) ride,
DAMM

Monday, September 14, 2009

105 Miles

Sorry, but no pictures with this blog entry.

Lots to recap though from my last two weeks.

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Two weekends ago I was a groomsman in my buddy Aaron Seifert's wedding. I had an awesome time!

For some reason, I was just on an emotional high all weekend.

The rehearsal dinner was great. Jamie Olson Seifert has awesome friends from college and I also got to reconnect with all the guys from Aaron's bachelor party. It was a fun group.

By like 9 pm I was doing a keg stand, and the fun didn't end until much later that evening.

I was tweeting throughout the weekend and ended up getting a lot of good-meaning shit about it! By Saturday, people were actually telling me what to Tweet.

I also learned that quite a few people seem to be reading my blog. Cool!

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The Seifert wedding on Saturday was beautiful. I got up at 8 am and managed to kick out 4 miles before my delayed hangover set in. I was ready to go though in time for pictures and ended up having a great night of dancing, meeting new friends and eating Papa John's pizza at 1:30 AM. Congrats to both of you Aaron and Jamie! Shout outs to Joel, Redman, Sharon and Heather.

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Just a couple days ago I took part in the Jesse James Bike Tour in Northfield, MN. I signed up for the Century Ride (100 miles) and learned when I got there that the route was actually 105 miles! Yikes -- that was 20 miles farther than I had ever been on my bike before.

Luckily, I immediately joined up with a bike club from Northfield and latched onto their pace lane. We flew through the first 80 miles and eventually had about 20 people in our pace line.

It was such a rush. We were in a huge pack going 21-23 mph most of the time and riding inches away from each other.

With about 15 miles left, I started to bonk. I had to drop off the group (which was by then down to about 6 or 7) and finish the rest of the ride by myself.

Felt really good to accomplish my first century ride though!

I zonked out that afternoon at Charlson's and then we went to Stadium Village to watch the Gophers game at a couple bars. As hard as Joe and I tried, we couldn't muster enough energy to stay out all night and we ended up calling it a day.

On Sunday, Joe and I went to Tiger Sushi and Norm Coleman happened to walk by us as we waited for it to open.

By the way, you all have to try the Volcano at Tiger Sushi. It's made up of strawberries, mango, various raw fish, vegetables and a great sauce. For only $10, it was the most filling thing I've ever had a sushi restaurant.

I went to IKEA and bought a TV stand in the afternoon and headed back home with hundreds of ideas running through my head about how I want to pimp out my new townhouse. Oh yeah, I might not have mentioned that over the last two weeks I've been moving into my new townhouse on Sweetass Lane.

I'm a homeowner. Zen minimalism is coming to Indian Springs.

Look out!

Enjoy the ride (and a good night's rest),
Damm

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

A Half Marathon, a Funeral and a Wedding


Beed's Lake near Hampton, Iowa.


Ted Kennedy.


My cousin Megan and her husband Phil Porter.

On August 29, my Saturday began much earlier than usual.

The alarm buzzed at 4:45 AM and surprisingly, I jumped out of bed. I knew that I had planned a lot for the day. Excited to begin the adventure, I got ready real quick and hopped into my car.

The drive to Hampton was uneventful. I twittered about how ridiculously early in the morning it was, I drank an FRS Orange and nibbled on an energy bar.

By 6:15 AM I was at Beed's Lake for the half marathon and ran into a friend from the Wednesday night bike rides that I've been going to in Clear Lake.

The 13.1 mile race began at 7 AM and even though I went out pretty slow (about 8.5-9 minute miles), I felt good about everything.

Listening to my iPod (Sweet Disposition by True Temper) and watching the sun rise above the rolling hills near Hampton, I felt that usually elusive feeling of bliss.

Pure happiness. Everything was right with the world.

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During the second half of the race, I kicked it into gear. My goal was to break 1:50 and I knew I had to book it to beat my goal. My left calf muscle started to feel a little cramp-y but I didn't have to push it too hard toward the end and I finished in 1:49:08.

I still want to become a better runner but this spontaneous half marathon proved to me that I was in good shape and ready to push the limits this fall.

Coming up...
- 100-mile bike ride in Northfield
- 5-mile Frontier Days run in Forest City
- Half Marathon in Mason City or Des Moines
- A winter of training with Kansas 70.3 in my sights

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I returned home to talk to my parents about my morning and ended up sitting with my dad and watching Ted Kennedy's funeral.

We were both waiting for Obama to give the Eulogy but I was inspired well before Obama stood at the lectern.

Yo-Yo Ma played Bach. Placido Domingo sang. A contralto sang Ave Maria.

But the person who truly moved me was Ted Kennedy Jr.

He told loving, funny stories about his father. How even though his father had personal flaws, he had an undying commitment to public service.

Ted Kennedy was a true liberal but he was also a politician of times-gone-by. He was a compromiser, a legislator, a man who knew how to get a law passed.

He was equally friendly with Orin Hatch and John McCain as he was with Bill Clinton and John Kerry.

Ted Jr.'s eulogy was incredibly moving -- it reminded me that we are all called to help others.

It made me think of "The West Wing" and the idea that public service could make a difference in the lives of others.

Why am I a Democrat? It's because of people like Ted Kennedy.

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The day came to a close on a happy note. My cousin Megan was married to Phil Porter on Saturday.

I gave the readings from Colossians and Phillipians. Both of the readings reminded me what I like about Christianity. Lately, I've too often been turned off by either the religious right or fundamental Christians acting like hypocritical, self-righteous zealots.

Anway....the wedding was beautiful and the reception was a lot of fun!

13 miles and 13 beers (drinks).

Megan looked beautiful and I was so happy for her and Phil. Phil is a great guy and I know they'll be happy together!

A little dancing and a few drinks later it was 1:30 AM and we were at Shooterz.

The epic Saturday had turned to early Sunday morning.

A half marthon in 1:49:08. A funeral of a great statesman. A nap. A wedding. A reintroduction to the good parts of my childhood religion. A dinner. A dance. A few freestyle raps. A few too many beers. An epic day turned to Cinderella's pumpkin.

A reminder that each day ends and becomes a new day.

A new beginning for me. A new life for Ted. A new union for Megan and Phil.

Enjoy the ride,
Damm