There has been lots of things going on in my life especially since the day I changed the calendar last year and decided that I didn’t want to be at the same place in life a year later, changing another calender in the same cubicle. I made the decision to take on any challenge before me and to “live for real.” Wow, it has been challenging, refreshing and life changing for sure. I hope my enthusiasm, trials, humor and successes have inspired some of you to wake up and start living too. We all have a purpose inside, but that purpose is hard to find sitting dazed in front of the TV every night.

One of my greatest goals, more important than inspiring you, is to inspire my children. Growing up, I learned to give in, follow the rules, and fall in line with everyone else. I didn’t realize after high school that I could actually do ANYTHING I wanted to. Even if I did, I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I believed ungodly beliefs about myself and didn’t know what I was capable of. I went straight to college and got a degree so that I could begin to live the dream. That was 16 years ago and I have done more bouncing around from job to job, disillusioned about the meaning of life than living any dream. I want my kids to have the confidence to try new things, get to know their true selves and to find their purpose rather than falling into line and doing what’s expected of them and stuffing their true identities inside. That takes chutzpah, cojones, sisu, courage to be different.

Parenting didn’t come with a manual, and I have made many, many mistakes in my parenting role. I do think that I am getting better, but each child has a new set of rules. When it comes down to it, I just want my kids to feel loved, be happy and find satisfaction with life. That said, let me tell you about one of the joys in my life and make an announcement of a “spin-off” blog of the Adventure Monkey that you must check out.

A little over ten years ago, my lovely wife gave birth to an eight pound beautiful baby girl named Melissa Ann. Seeing her for the first time did something to my heart. Holding her in my arms gave me more joy than anything I have ever done. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes upon. My heart would never be the same from that time on. A new room was built in my heart to hold this new level of love. Now, I love my boys and have a special father-son bond with each one and love them very much, but there is something extra special, different about the father-daughter relationship.

As she grew up, we grew closer and closer. I think from a young age, she knew she had a special place in my heart. One look could melt any other feeling I was experiencing.

A kiss from this special girl, was more special than a kiss from any other.

You want blue pancakes? No problem. Blue pancakes on Mondays off were a special time we had together. The resulting green poop was quite funny too.

What a cutie pie.

She was always so spunky and full of life. She definitely had her own opinion about everything.

She didn’t always cooperate, but even when she cried, she made me smile.

The love between a father and daughter is a special thing.

Not to be outdone by her big brothers, she was and is quite the athlete.

As she grew older, her intellect and quick wit developed and she seemed more mature than most of her peers. I felt the same as a kid and know that can cause feelings of disconnectedness and loneliness. The need to belong can squelch the desire to be your own person. I want to raise my kids in such a way that they feel safe to express who they are and “find themselves” even if that means they are a little left of “normal.” Being true to the person inside is one step to being happy with life.

Melissa is growing up before my eyes. No longer a little girl, she is a young woman. She eccels in what she tries even if I have to give her a little push to try something new. She devours books late at night and likes to write stories too. Her sense of humor is sharp and makes me smile. She’s pretty awesome.

I know she is headed for great things. How do you keep your kids in line to continue getting better? That is a tough one to do, especially as they grow older and flex their independence more and more. Parents can hinder or help their kids develop. Once again I never received a manual and have been winging it for 17 years now, making many mistakes and experiencing triumphs along the way too.

I wanted Melissa to work on her writing skills, sense of humor and self expression. How could I get her to do that? I knew what worked for me – a blog. So seriously, it’s way funnier and entertaining than this one. Go check it out HERE, leave her a comment or two. It will make her day. So yeah, all this was to announce her new blog called Wonderlizard. You’ll get a kick out of it. I am proud of her and when you check it out, realize it’s coming from a ten year old.

On another note, I have the proof of Adventure Monkey version 2 in my hands. It looks fantastic. Release will be occurring very soon!

Feed Your Monkey!
Eric

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My goal used to be to finish before 2 a.m., but it has become to finish before the beer garden shuts down and goes home. Please show your support for all the participants by showing up and rooting us on. Adventure Monkey will have a booth selling fine art photography of the Flint Hills roads along with t-shirts. There will also be food vendors there too. It should be a great time!

On another note, the Go Pro is pretty cool. It will take a picture every two seconds that can be turned into a stop motion video. I don’t think this is in the contract, but if someone is going to lend me a camera, I am going to use it.

Mikey needed a haircut. That seemed like a great time to use the camera for fun. Please excuse the white belly and cycling shorts. It’s not that I wear those all the time, but I got done with a ride, and wanted to drink some coffee and hang with Jen before she left to teach her Holy Yoga class. Then Mikey needed a haircut, so there was no reason to change. Yes, I know I am pudgy in the midsection and I have a great cyclist’s tan. Enjoy!

Feed Your Monkey!
Eric

Mikey’s Haircut from Eric Benjamin on Vimeo.

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Last weekend we had the best weather ever. It was in the 60′s sunny, dry and not too windy. It would be nice to have this kind of weather at the DK200 in June, but I am not counting on it. I said I would give an update about my 116 mile ride on the Trek XC bike and I will, but first…

I took a few pictures of the most intelligent, prettiest, funniest and most talented girl in the world last Saturday as we watched her team lose three games in a row. She didn’t seem to care and neither did I. The nice weather made everything great.

The first shot is my favorite.

The Benjamin House experienced some trouble over the weekend. My 16 year old son and I got into it and without giving too many details of the incident, it was not good. It has been on my mind ever since and is affecting me daily. It was definitely on my mind all 116 miles I pedaled last Sunday. Once again, parenting is not easy.

I gotta go and play in an E-plan drill today (nuclear disaster), so a good story will come in the next post.

Feed Your Monkey!
Eric

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I have been exhausted before but in the usual, dreadful way caused by going to work every day putting my all into meaningless crap and coming home feeling wasted by the end of the week. But this is a much different feeling.

The great feelings of exhaustion that I have felt in my life have come in one of two flavors.

One happens when new love is found. You spend every moment with this new person that you find yourself falling deeply in love with. Projects, homework, and friends suddenly take a back seat to spending time with this new love you have found. That means all the stuff you put off has to be done later and late nights of love and getting caught up on the other commitments you’ve slacked on lead to a feeling of blissful exhaustion. I remember going to my college classes exhausted but feeling absolutely great because I was in love. No one could tell me different. My Love Monkey was being fed, maybe overfed. This is the best feeling of exhaustion there is. I am an all or nothing kind of man and I married that sweet girl and we are still in love today. The exhaustion factor has been worn down by regular life, but still in love I am.

The only other good feeling of exhaustion I have experienced comes from finding work that is inspiring, fulfilling and maybe even could be called “finding your calling.”

I felt this back when I started the photo studio some of you might remember as “Benjamin Photography.” Things just seemed to work out to make it all happen. I was having fun and working a lot. Even though the studio was located in a basement suite without any storefront windows, we became the most popular photo studio in town. We even won the super prestigious “Best of Lyon County” in the Emporia Gazette. That was a great experience that gave me a taste of being a small business owner and taught me much. You may be wondering why I am now in a cubicle if the studio was so great. Business sense – I didn’t have any, and I ended up having to get a real job. That was hard, but now I realize it was just part of this delicious journey I am on.

Yesterday, I was feeling that same feeling of exhaustion. The “finding your calling” exhaustion. Now I am not saying the Adventure Monkey is my calling, no wait, I am saying just that very thing. At this point in time, Adventure Monkey has become my calling. I have spent a lot of time contacting contributors for the upcoming magazine and I have spent even more time technically putting it together into a beautiful presentation of a magazine. To top it off, I have been getting up at 4:00 am to ride the rollers to get more miles in preparation for the DK 200. What’s that have to do with Adventure Monkey you ask? Everything.

I am doing the DK 200 to “walk the walk” of the Adventure Monkey talk. Yes, I will be honest, I want to finish the DK200 for the selfish reason of desiring to do something great for myself. I am also doing the DK200 to show you all (and my kids) that when you put your mind and body into something great, great things will happen. I am putting it all on the line. In my mind, finishing the DK 200 will be the real beginning of bringing the Adventure Monkey to life for others.

Back to the magazine. Do I think it will be my escape plan out of the daily grind of cubicle life? I can’t say that. I will quote music legend Ray Charles here. I’m just gonna just let it “do what it do.” Or maybe that’s Jamie Fox as Ray Charles, it doesn’t matter.

Adventure Monkey the magazine has taken on a life of its own and things just seem to be lining up for it to work. That means more to me than me having my way with it. I have been racking my brain to try to come up with something big and I came up with nothing. Instead I ended up in a job with no promotion or advancement opportunities and just enough stupidness that I was frustrated into getting back on my bike. I rode. I rode far. Adventure Monkey popped in my head on a ride. I made a website. I wrote some stuff and posted pictures. Then I joked about how the cover of Bicycling Magazine ticked me off after a wintry Kansas ride. I joked about shooting a cover. I joked about a real magazine. People started encouraging me to do it. I committed and was met with much enthusiasm and contributions. Nobody’s getting paid, yet stories and articles havecome in. I am now pouring my heart into it and thinking of future stories, ideas, issues and legalities that need to be worked out. I can see how this magazine, website and products can serve to inspire others to do great things. I didn’t come up with it, it came to me. It’s answered prayers. It is fun and extremely satisfying, so I am going with it. I am gonna let it “do what it do.”

It’s not even close to the extreme feeling of love exhaustion, but it is a good thing. Let just see where it leads. Issue number one should be complete within the next two weeks! Stay tuned.

My valentine Monkey from Melissa. Oh what's that in the background? Looks like a sneak peak.

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I added some new links on the links page (under favorites)of this blog. Looks like some of the insane cycling posse also have blogs. Check them out.  

My cube at work

I must set the record straight. I have a great job. I should love my job. I get to work on a Mac, my platform of choice, and create graphics, photography and video. I get paid well and have good benefits. In this day and age I should be happy and shut up about it. 

So what’s my problem (besides never being able to keep up with Matt on a long ride)? I dislike the circumstances. I have had many jobs and a few careers in my short life. I have never found that perfect fit. Yes, I realize many of you hate your jobs and they suck way worse than mine and I sound like a cry baby. So what are YOU waiting for? 

We all have choices. The life you want is out there, if you are willing to make the sacrifices to get there. Sometimes those sacrifices may be too great, but usually it is US that isn’t great enough to suck it up and make the necessary sacrifices to change our lives. Live without TV, internet, gasoline, new clothes? I have been on photographic trips with mission organizations and have witnessed first hand families with nothing for material possessions living very simple lives. Were they miserable? No. In fact, they seemed happier in those circumstances than most Americans I know with much. 

Thinking of people with less and people with really tough jobs, does make me feel like a cry baby. But the feeling I have inside, sometimes physical, on Sunday evenings thinking of work the next day, is very real. I know in my heart that there is something for me to do here, and this isn’t it. Let me give you some history. Maybe you can relate. And you youngsters in the insane cycling posse, maybe I can impart some wisdom (OMG, did I just become an adult? No it will pass). 

Disclaimer: I believe life is a journey and there are no mistakes, just choices. When I say mistake, it is just to say, if I could do it all again (which I can’t because that would cause a rip in the time-space continuum, butterfly effects, and who knows what else) I would make different choices. Thank God I can’t go back. In my infinite wisdom, I am sure I would screw things up bad if I went back. 

I went straight to college. That was a “mistake.” I should have taken some time off. I should ridden a bike across America and Europe. I should have gotten some real experience while I had no commitments and really gotten to know myself. The problem was I didn’t know myself, didn’t realize the power of a bicycle and didn’t have my own mindset yet. I was still a drone, living to the expectations of society and my family. I am completely OK with my kids doing something at this time in their lives after high school they are passionate about. As we grow older and gain more commitments, this becomes very difficult to do and one may end up in a job that seems like prison. I want my kids to realize that they can do anything, seriously anything they want to at this age. They don’t need to follow everyone else to a school. Maybe there is a great idea inside them that they should put their energy towards instead of learning all the names and functions of the cell in College Biology. 

I just got done typing a long, boring description of the path from college to here. Then I deleted it, because no one cares. Here is the nutshell version. 

Photographer (paid for college in a darkroom) 

High school science teacher (2 schools, 3 years) 

Graphic designer and photographer 

Car salesman 

Manager of a photo lab 

Owner of a portrait and wedding studio 

Nuclear chemistry technician 

Media specialist of a nuclear energy company 

More than one person has called me a renaissance man and was impressed at that convoluted path of jobs. My wife wasn’t so impressed and it caused some marital problems. 

So if you are still reading, all that was to say that now at 37 years old, I have a better idea of who I am and what I want to do. I am glad I have been such a screw up. That crazy path and a few failures has made me who I am and has shown me that I am capable of much. Dealing with failure is priceless in finding yourself. Also, and most importantly, if I hadn’t taken that convoluted path, I would not have met and married the love of my life, the best thing I have ever done. (I wonder if she is still reading. I wonder if anyone is.) 

Is it too late for me with three kids still at home, a mortgage and a set lifestyle? 

Discovering and feeding my Adventure Monkey by riding a bicycle so many miles has shown me that anything is possible. Am I prepared to make some sacrifices? Is my family? This is definitely something we will be working through. I know for sure that working a job that is full of meaningless busywork and this feeling in the pit of my stomach I have at work has to go. I feel a calling to do more. It’s more than just plain old fashioned job dissatisfaction. It’s a need to make a contribution to this world, a need to be creative, a need to work with a motivated team of like minded individuals, a need to be independent and a desire to be able to have a job that goes hand in hand with a bicycle. Sound impossible? Keep reading this blog. I have faith. 

Feed Your Monkey! 

–Eric 

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I love connecting with people, especially with this blog. With Twitter and Facebook and all the other ways to connect, it seems like we are less connected than the days when I was young and people in the neighborhood actually came outside and hung out while their kids played, no cell phones, PDAs, smart devices, iPods, computers and only four channels on TV. So Bobby, who was made famous in the last post with all my tens of readers, got a kick out of his celebrity status. We emailed via Facebook and the ensuing conversation cracked me up. I thought it would be a nice conclusion to wrap up the story and give you the inside scoop to the Adventure Monkey’s superstar lifestyle and his famous cyclist friends. Ok, that’s far from the truth, but you already know that.

I started feeling a little bad that I poked fun at Bobby, so I messaged him just to give him a heads up that he would soon be famous for being slow. Here’s the conversation:

I hope you don’t mind, but…

Between Bobby Wintle and You

Eric January 20 at 5:28am
Hey Bobby,
I wrote a long and humourous post about our ride last Sunday. I hope you don’t mind , but I talked about our little ride at the end. I poked maybe just a little fun at you and the situation. I hope you don’t mind, but it was a big deal to me. I hope you enjoy the post!

Bobby January 20 at 12:35pm
no no man, i don’t mind at all! i told crystal (my wife) all about how happy you were that i was still behind and we had a good laugh about it. seriously man, you did great on that ride man. we’re planning to go about 65 miles on sunday, hope to see you then man.

Bobby January 20 at 1:01pm
i just read the blog man, and i must say it made me laugh a lot. i’m honored to have been your inspiration back into the DK. but i hope you’re right that i won’t be last anymore, even though if i am, hopefully i can be helpful to someone. i’m trying to ride more this week so this coming weekends shop ride won’t hurt my legs so bad. thanks for making me a celebrity on your blog! haha.

Eric January 20 at 7:42pm
Hey, I am glad you liked it. I had fun riding and I had fun writing the post. My wife wishes I had taken a picture of you sitting there in the sun sucking down the Hammergel, the truth is I was just too tired for pictures at that point. I am in for Sunday!

I think we made a real human to human connection all because of the bicycle. Get off the couch and make a real human connection this week.  That’s what life is all about – relationships. Oh and don’t worry, I won’t post all the emails you send me, only the ones that add to a story or make me laugh.

Bobby, I look forward to Sunday!

Feed Your Monkey!

-Eric

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I see this in my own past and I see it happening to my kids today. This is the main motivation for the Transamerica trip. I want my son to see that he can do anything, huge things, one pedal stroke at a time. I want my kids to get out of the stifling institution of high school and realize that they are free and have the power to do anything they want. There is nothing holding them back. Nothing! But they have been trained their whole life to follow certain rules, to go to some type of school and get a job. It could be better and I am trying to change to help them think bigger rather than smaller.

In case you haven’t been paying attention, the world is changing and so must we. It seems like many people my age are dissatisfied with their situation. It’s too bad none of the rote memorization, the useless math, the rules of writing useless papers, the facts, the testing didn’t prepare us to be great in any way. It prepared us to be content with a mediocre life. It prepared ME to get a job and be content with mediocrity. I am now at the peak of dissatisfaction. I must interject, I love, love, love my family and actually everything about my life, except for my job. Doesn’t sound too bad except that my job with the commute takes twelve hours of every day that I work. Twelve hours. I come home tired and have to force myself to do something productive. What could I do, YOU do if we spent 12 hours a day doing something great? It’s obvious isn’t it? We would do great things.

Ok, I know I have kids and a mortgage. I have to work to make money. I am a dreamer, but far from an idiot. Shut up. It’s about thinking differently in these different times. So I am doing what I can to change a few things here at Adventure Monkey.

OK, so I’m not going to save the world today, but I am going to do something against what I was trained to do. I am going to share freely. I am not going to protect my ideas and keep them small. I am going to set them free and hope people take them, build upon them and the world may be a little brighter because of it. What do I have to offer? Well, besides telling you how to be a slow cyclist, never to win a race in your life, I do know a thing or two about photography from opening the shutter, to post processing, to preparing the image for print or the web. I am going to share my secrets.

I have freed my images for you to copy them. I used to have them locked. I am letting them go. Maybe you will use them as screen savers or print them to help you escape at the office. I think setting them free will allow them to have a larger circle of influence. They are low res and yes I do have a dream of selling them as artwork for commercial spaces or home decor. I am hoping that you all give them more life than I ever can on my own.

Next, I have downloaded some software to allow me to capture what I do on the computer along with my voice to create tutorials on how I process my images. I have to get it figured out before I post anything. Why would I give away these great secrets? I don’t know totally, but I like to teach and I want to be a helper and a giver. I won’t make any kind of mark on the world by processing beautiful images that sit on my hard drive. But maybe, just maybe someone will learn a few things and become something great with my help. Maybe I can be one of the steps he or she had to take to get to the top. Does that hurt my chances at successs? No, it makes the world as a whole just a little brighter. It’s time to think bigger, outside of ourselves by offereing whatever it is we have to the world.

I think after the 1970′s, 1980′s 1990′s and the 2000′s I have lived through I see that selfishness and greed has gotten us into a terrible situation financially and socially. I now choose to give and give as much as I can with the skills and knowledge that I can. I look forward to making a difference no matter how small. I hope you too decide to make a positive change on this earth.

Feed Your Monkey!

-Eric

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 I am sure everyone does, but I get caught up in what I am doing. For me it has been the development of the Adventure Monkey. I am working on posting new fine art photography on my Etsy store, expanding a network of resources for Adventure Monkey’s social network, ordering a new bike, looking at events for next year, and investigating resources for a clothing line featuring the cute Adventure Monkey logo, along with other business tasks that will allow the Adventure Monkey to start growing into something more than this blog.

 Things happen in life that bring everything to a crashing halt. Sometimes these events are tragic, sometimes glorious but they get us to stop and reevaluate our priorities. That’s pretty much what happened to my family this weekend. Thank God, we didn’t have a tragedy, but we could have.

 I have a teenager in the house. As a child, he was one of those kids that other parents wished they had. He was never any trouble. He would play by himself for hours at a time. He would come to the photo studio with me and help get the babies to smile, help clean up or just keep me company. He was and is still good at everything he tries, from sports to academics to music. We were very close. We giggled at stupid stuff including reciting the Dumb and Dumber dialogue at appropriate moments. As a kid, my father-son relationship was strained to say the least, so I felt very blessed by the relationship I had with my son.

 As he grew into a teenager friends, girlfriends, school activities, social activities, music and other things took the place of the usual family time we had when he was a kid. Nothing seemed too out of control. He got in a little bit of trouble here and there. We grew apart and that was hard, but I figured that is what happens as kids grow up.  Seems pretty normal as I think back on my growing years.

 Last weekend, the feeling of something not quite right had me up at around three in the morning. I got out of bed to check the usual things around the house. Everything looked secure until I checked in my son’s room. It was empty. I had already confirmed the status of the windows and doors in the house. There was only one other place I hadn’t checked. As I opened the door to the garage, I was greeted by the cool outside air and a missing car. In that instant I knew things had to change.

 The feelings of anger, rage, disappointment, fear, sadness, more anger, and confusion all swirled around in my head. How did we get to this point?

 Last Sunday, instead of riding, was spent making changes in the house. Many of these are physical changes to the living arrangements. I refuse to give up on my son and let him continue on this destructive path. He is a good kid caught up and heading in the wrong direction. I feel if I don’t take action now in changing his direction I will lose him. Instead of a priority changing event, I will have a tragedy on my hands. I will have failed in my most important job – being a father. No other job I have comes close to the importance of being a dad. The sad thing is, we hold a job that makes money in high regard compared to being a husband and father. Because of this we let our duties as a father and husband lack while we try to be “successful.” That, to say the least, is messed up. You will hear more in the weeks and months to come. I have to put more effort into this relationship. He will be riding more with me. I have a job to do. I still have a dream of riding across the USA with this son of mine before he begins his journey on his own. I pray we can make it to that point and experience an awesome, life changing ride together.

 My next post will cover my experience, a review if you will, with the Pearl Izumi AmFIB bib tights and Kodiak long sleeve jersey with pictures. Just didn’t seem appropriate to cover now.

 Love, Peace and Happy Monkeys

–Eric

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I have an unsatisfied hunger. I long for more. I am dissatisfied with the way I spend most of my life. I am disappointed at what my tombstone would say if this were my last day on earth. People tell me to focus on the good things as if that will help make the drudgery more palatable.

Let me focus on the good things I have. Relationships. My family is awesome. I love my family and they have made me who I am today. That includes my family that I don’t see everyday and the family I end the day with. I am blessed to have married my soul-mate and to have kids that push me to become a better man everyday. It is the relationships we have in our life that truly define us. I won’t be remembered so much for what I did as I will for how I loved. The relationships we have are more important, more powerful than anything else in life. They are what really matter. They shape us. I am happy and in love with my family and I thank God for our health and abilities. I don’t ever want any of them to think that the dissatisfaction I feel is because of them. It is inside of me and has been there since my creation.

As a little kid, I knew in my mind that I was destined for greatness. I wasn’t sure what that would be and I still don’t know what that is, but the feeling is still there and beats like the Tell Tale Heart buried beneath the floorboards. As a teen, I was dissatisfied with society and it’s expectations. I never felt comfortable in any of the groups that formed and finally just became friends with people that were “real” if you know what I mean. I had crazy ideas of living on the beach for awhile before doing anything “acceptable,” but I too fell to the expectations of society. I think this happened because of fear of the unknown and my own lack of confidence in myself and my gut feelings. I didn’t realize yet that in life we can actually do whatever we want to do. We should not ignore those feelings that are pulling us, calling to us to chase our dreams, as silly as others may think they are. I went straight to college in search of a career that would make me me. I thought a career would fulfill and make me who I was supposed to be. I ignored the things I found fun like photography and cycling when I made the decision about my college major and instead tried to be logical and realistic. Now here I am almost 20 years later, dissatisfied with my position in life. I have a job that takes most of my waking moments and provides me with no real satisfaction, but great health benefits and salary. In fact the salary is better than any other job I could have with my skills and abilities.

What about the kids? I am supposed to provide for them right? I am supposed to work to put food on the table right? But what if they saw and experienced a dad that was adventurous, took risks and lived life to its fullest? What if he listened to his dreams more than his opponents? What if he believed in himself enough to make and achieve goals that were too lofty for most but satisfying to him? What if he not only rode across North America on two wheels, but took them with him to bond and to experience the adventures too? What if they never again saw him come home from work too tired to read a silly book because he spent his best hours somewhere else doing things that didn’t matter? What if… ? I want my kids to believe in themselves and follow their dreams to make a difference in this world. Am I setting the right example?

I can’t help it. This longing for adventure, for real living, for a job that is more rewarding than stable, more intrinsically pleasing than financially secure, this longing to live outside the lines will not go away. Yes, I do realize that to survive I have to make money. But to spend the best of my life in the pursuit of money is a life unlived.

I visited Alastair Humphreys’s blog today. I have been there before but today his writings really got to me. I bought his books. I want to fill my head with ideas and thoughts of adventure and doing things differently. We can bash our heads against a wall for only so long trying to come up with ideas before finally giving in. Sometimes ideas from others are like kindling for a fire. I feel like I have some big logs on the fire pit of my brain. I just need the ideas, the kindling to get them lit. Here’s the link - enjoy and read all the chapters.

Thanks for reading. Please leave a comment about this. I want to see what others are experiencing. Oh, and I moderate the comments only to delete Spam, not to edit your comments. -EB

Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. It’s not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.
- Muhammad Ali

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