tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70125382014609069302012-02-11T10:52:14.667-06:00Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815785397752040877noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012538201460906930.post-22980540092105687292007-07-25T07:40:00.000-06:002007-07-25T11:02:42.835-06:00

On the last day of the ride I got out early on the road to enjoy the last 60 miles into L.A.Saturday:All week when I spoke to you, I told you what happened that day at the San Francisco AIDS Foundation because you rode today. Today – this exultant, glorious day at the San Francisco AIDS Foundation, all of us – clients, volunteers, staff and Board – are grateful to you. Because you rode, because

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It was another amazing day as we returned to the Pacific for the final time.Friday:Today, because you rode, you made it possible for 1,000 men, women, and children to receive AIDS care and medications in rural villages in China, South Africa, and Rwanda through the work of the Pangaea Global AIDS Foundation.Pangaea is part of the San Francisco AIDS Foundation. Pangaea’s staff knows what it takes

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After four days of riding hard, I was looking forward to today's ride - a short 45 mile ride.Thursday:Because you rode, today in San Francisco – and all over the world, 40,000 people will receive BETA: The Bulletin of Experimental Treatments for AIDS. Published three times a year in English and in Spanish, BETA is widely regarded as one of the ways we learn about new treatments for HIV in the

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At breakfast, I read this in the daily flyer.Wednesday:Today at the San Francisco AIDS Foundation, you helped our Black Brothers Esteem program serve more than 100 people. Because you rode, you made it possible for the Brothers of Black Brothers Esteem to become empowered to demand better healthcare for themselves and their partners, to speak up about HIV and AIDS, and to come together in

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Every morning at breakfast, there were flyers handed out with motivational stories and reasons for riding. The flyers also gave information about how we were able to help out back at the Foundation.Sunday:"Today, because you rode, your support helped us provide 380 people living with HIV/AIDS with subsidized housing and support services. THANK YOU!"Monday:"Today —and tonight – because you rode,

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With a century ride ahead of you, it's always good to get out early to avoid as much heat as possible. This 105 mile stretch of road took us through the argicultural land of the Salinas Valley and hugged the base of a few mountain ranges as we headed south. It was a day of survival on a long and relatively flat course.I stumbled out of our tent around 5am and noticed my right achilles tendon was

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The number 545 was my first thought as I rolled out of Rethans' hide-a-bed in the early hours of Sunday morning. As I went about readying myself for the journey ahead, I had to laugh, for I had yet again put myself in a position to complete some silly amount of mileage on my own power. Thus is the life of a sockmonkey...After saying goodbye to Rethans, a fellow Returned Peace Corps Volunteer, I

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Many of you know I am raising funds for the AIDS Lifecycle. This 7 day ride in June begins in San Francisco and 545 miles later ends in Los Angeles. I am asking friends and family to donate what they can in order to help me reach my goal of raising $2500. If you have a few dollars to spare, please visit the following site to donate to this worthy cause. www.aidslifecycle.org/5604If you are

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This is the third and final installment of dealings with my father's suicide. This last part describes living with lost love and moving on to happier times.It is said eye muscles move about one hundred thousand times a day, yet my right gluteus maximus muscle hasn't done any work the last two years. Where have you been glute max? Luckily, I've found you and you're making a come back to restore my

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This is the second of three installments involving facing my father's suicide. This second part describes the monster I've been at war with."The end product of love is pain and hurt." I don't like this quotation, but it was slapped on my forehead when my father took his life six years ago. The vast valley that was created with his departure has yet to be crossed. Think about someone, something

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This is the first of a three part series facing what has consumed me for much of the last six years: my father's suicide. This first part is me digging deep and picking a fight.I stand here now within a protest. A protest against how my inner self is being consumed by never-to-be-answered questions. This king of pain role I've been in has gone on far too long, and it is time I right this ship, my

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Lookout Texas Hold 'Em! 5 Card Sorry! is now the hot game in town!Back in the early 80s, my father and I decided the original Sorry! game and rules were too boring, too robotic. The game was a process of going through the motions flipping one card over at a time and leaving it entirely up to chance. Strategy, a key element in making a game great, was no where to be found.There was so much

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Monday March 5th, 2007. 10 am. Ticketmaster.com. 2 tickets purchased.The year was 1983 and my aunt Carolyn was babysitting me. We were down in my grandparents' unfinished basement. She was watching a soap opera while I was making a fort out of folding tables, bed sheets, and pillows.I peaked out my head just in time to see the soap plot thicken. A stalker was closing in on his victim, but at the

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Last December, I read Garbage Land by Elizabeth Royte, a book about consumption, waste, and disposal. I came across it again recently while cleaning out my Jeep. Picking it up amongst the rest of the hidden crap (oh! there's my checkbook!), I slipped dimensions and suddenly felt the urge to document my weekly disposal of trash as Elizabeth did in her book. Maybe I too would find something out

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