Moving at the speed of life

Moving at the speed of life

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I heard some wise words today. They made me realize some things. You can always tell if someone has said something smart to you, because it makes you have ideas in other areas.

Those Ah-ha moments. The pieces lining up. The fate of it all. The smallness of us.

Anyway, I realized that like many people, I’ve spent most of my life telling myself I need to do more, get more, accomplish more, BE MORE.

Work! Achieve! Set goals, complete them. Make a list, check things off. Finish that base trim upstairs. Wood panel the office. Build that table. Work on client projects. Cook dinner. More! More! More!

But the cry of MORE in the back of my head is actually saying “You’re never enough!” Now, it’s true that a certain amount of this drive has helped me be a voracious learner and prolofic creative person. Because I just can’t let myself be.

I believe that the need to create is innate in humanity. It defines us. Just like having children. When we create something from nothing using our imagination. We bring our ideas, thoughts and feelings into the world. and once they are in the world, they are no longer our’s. Worst of all they can be judged by others. Those precious ideas may fall down Some folks might like them, but some people might shake their heads at you. And so all the while we have this nagging thought in the back of our head. “Who do I think I am?’ We feel like a spy behind enemy lines. At any moment, someone might jump out of the bushes and yell “you’re a big phony dude, you aren’t really that good at ______.”

My wife has a favorite quote I think sums this up better than I can.

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do.”

With this in mind, I have determined to stop shrinking back and playing down what I have to offer people. I will strive to let my talent out and not hide what I have to offer the world.

I have also determined to focus more on all the things we have made progress on, rather than all the things yet to done. Everything gets done eventually, if you don’t embrace the process and celebrate the victories, you miss the whole point of the struggle.

With that said, I’m planning to start blogging again about what we’re up to. I haven’t been up to it before now because we were scrambling to get our foundation built with the Oregon Public House, OAC and RPF etsy and now and

So here comes a bunch of catching up posts to get you all up to speed on what we’ve been working on the last 4 months.

First up: We finally got out merchanidising and curatorial contracts in place with the Oregon Public House. We’ll be managing the creative direction, ordering, and inventory for all their charity merch swag! We’re planning to do leather coasters, pint cozies, growlers and more. But first up are liited edition OPH shirts. You should get over to the shop and buy your’s today! Celebrate #Aletruism!

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Jumping off the cliff in 2014

Jumping off the cliff in 2014


I’m sitting here thinking about Mel Gibson. Well, not actually Mel, but mullet rocking, roundhouse kicking, crazy ass Martin Riggs. Of Lethal Weapon et al.

Martin_Riggs__a_Lethal_Weapon_by_jj48rulz I wish I was more like that psycho. Because then jumping off a cliff wouldn’t be so terrifying. Right? But then again, Martin Riggs knew that there was an airbag he was jumping into and also he had a death wish, both of which I lack.

Remember that scene in Lethal weapon when crazy Riggs leaps off a building top handcuffed to a jumper. That crazy glint is his empty eyes. The resolve that nothing else really matters. We could probably all learn a thing or two from Martin Riggs. Me? I don’t feel very steely eyed lately. Instead I’m mostly trying to keep my head from spinning around in circles.

2013 was a bit of a whirlwind. Christy was pregnant most of the year, ending up with 48 hours of labor and then an emergency C-section. We saw great success with a therapy business, but trusted the wrong person and ended getting the financial rug pulled out from under us. We Regrouped and started building other revenue streams. Relying on Christy’s consistent corporate salary to carry us until we could get back on track.

Then one day, after 7 years of loyalty, she got an email. It basically said the company was going under and her job was going to be gone before the end of the year and questioned how much she actually worked for the company anyway. We were devistated. After so much dedication, her “reliable” job was evaporating, sooner rather than later.

Now here we are. Looking back at years of trying to do our own thing on the side while putting most of our energy into other people’s businesses, and looking forward at 2014. For better or worse, we have decided to throw our eggs in our own basket and start working toward building our own business and others we believe in  instead of looking for more work at companies we don’t believe in.

Do we have clients lined up? Not really. A well crafted business plan? Nope. An army of followers or readership? About 25 people. Sounds great! Family members? Scratching their heads. But what about paying the mortgage? Clothing our kid?

See? Jumping off a cliff…

I just wish I could do it like Martin Riggs. All balls out crazy like. Geronimo mister falcon! (Only the movie of the week watchers will know that reference)

But alas, I am only mortal. And my cliff experience often feels more like Mac and Me than Lethal weapon.

So maybe we are going over the cliff whether we like it or not. Better or worse, now this is happening. The only question is how can we use our intent to guide our trajectory. If we’re going over the cliff, we might as well try and do it with style and at least pretend like we know what we’re doing right? Maybe throw in a triple salcow or something. Make it look intentional.

So this is our 2014 adventure. We’ll be striking out on our own. Working without a net, and doing all our own stunts. We might build an empire and realize our greatest dreams, or we might fail miserably and have to go back to the drawing board. Either way, we’re going to blog about the process,  good and bad. If you want to come along for the ride then welcome to our little adventure. I can’t predict how it will all turn out, but I can guarantee that it’s going to be a hell of a ride.

Where do we even begin? Are we destined to fail? Tune in next time for more adventures in EntrepreneuriaLand.

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vintage blog: Whiskey Pete

vintage blog: Whiskey Pete

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Since we have been back home from the honeymoon we have constantly been wanting to write abotu our trip and haven’t had a single chance to start transfering over our journal. In any case today I find myself, finally sitting on my couch, with my wife and the dogs, with sunlight coming through the blinds and the 74 degree ocean breeze drifting through the windows. So at the moment life is sweet. A feast for the senses. And so is the drink Christy is right now bogarting. One of the best original drink creations I have ever made. This is the first one and I don’t have exact amount worked out but its a basic recipe.

The Whiskey Pete

1 part Whiskey or bourbon

2 parts fresh squeezed lemon juice (from the back yard tree)

Light Agave syrup. (you can find this at a lot of stores. It’s actually from Agave cactus and doesnt have sugar in the syrup. Its great for cocktails and margaritas.)

Cinnamon mixed. 1 part cinnamon, 2 parts bar sugar.

Lots of ice in a tall cup, shake or stir drink and pour over ice.

I suggest starting with the amount of whiskey you want to use and then lemon and add a couple squirts of agave and then add the cinnamon sugar to taste.

This is definitely one of my new favorite drinks.

Bali photos

Bali photos

Holy crap, people still read this dilapidated little blog? well demands have been made for photos from Bali and when the die hard readers ask, they sure as hell better get what they want. So, without further ado… or text, here’s some of the photos that will make appearances in upcoming travel posts, so when shit gets all repetitive up in here don’t complain to me!

Travel tips


Travel Tip 1: When traveling in Indonesia, all hotels and rental properties you contact will tell you they have wifi Internet. However, once on location, when you want to publish regular blog posts, the Internet will be invariably “temporarily unavailable.” And “temporarily” means anywhere between 8 minutes and 9 years.

My remedy for this I think will be to post photo snippets of my hand written journal from time to time and compose posts in word then try to upload to blogger when the Internet is temporarily available.

Travel Tip 2: If you plan to travel abroad, you should plan to go to Bali. Because it freaking rocks in Bali. The only thing more beautiful and serene than the surroundings are the people. The Balinese people have a special warmth that can’t be captured with mere words. They are open, humble and unbelievably genuine. At first you may be put off by there open faces, because generally, in the US if someone is talking to you with such intent happiness they want something. Not here.

As I drove the hillside village of Les, I was stopped constantly by locals, young and old who wanted nothing more than to say “Hallo!” and chat for a bit. Since 90% of tourists stick closely to the Kuta area (Home of the obligatory planet Hollywood and Hard Rock Cafe), and we are currently about 4 hours North, most villagers assumed I was lost, asking “Where you try go?” When I replied “HERE” They broke into huge grins and shook my hand “Welcome my village! You enjoy Bali!” And went on their way with a wave. Most people speak very little broken English, but are none the less very excited to practice what they know.

Travel Tip 3: Forget Kuta. It’s bullshit. It’s not the real Bali. It’s like Cancun, Tijuana, Datona Beach or any other dirty, crowded stretch of tourist traps, lined with shops, operated by harassing barkers hawking cheap knock offs of true Balinese culture.

This is the Bali created by international frat boys, pasty families and paranoid Europeans looking for a Balinese ocean view with all the plastic manufactured surroundings of home. It’s loud, crowded and dirty. It’s little LA but they speak Indonesian instead of Spanish. If you spend a week in Kuta or Nusa Dua and then go home, you might tell your friends to never visit Bali, it’s just like every other tourist destination. But the truth is, it’s a small microcosm of subculture that takes up only about 3% of the whole Island. I urge you, take a driver, see Kuta for a day, but only spend enough time that you can appreciate the real Bali that lies outside Kuta’s borders. It’s really a different world.

Travel Tip 4: Try to learn the language! Learning just 2 or 3 words like “thank you” Suksma, “How are you?” Apokabar(sp?), and “excuse me” Permisi, will open a whole new world as a traveler. Show the Balinese that you are interested in their culture, and not just the 2 dollar t shirts and they will think you’re awesome. I’ve never traveled anywhere else where the people were so excited and passionate to teach the language and culture to outsiders. They take great pride in both the Indonesian and Balinese language and speak them both interchangably, so learn a pick up words in both languages as you travel and it will take you far with making new friends, not to mention getting much lower prices when bargaining.

Travel Tip 5: Buy booze at the airport. If you go to Bali you’ll inevitably have a lay over in Taiwan or Hong Kong etc. If you like a cocktail now and then, but liquor at the lay over. Make sure that it’s the right shop because some duty free shops sell things you can only claim on your return flight home. Absolut Vodka in Taiwan cost us about $20 USD, Bacardi is $30. But once in Bali, the import tax is so high on liquor that you’ll easily pay $50-60 for a 750ml bottle of Smirnoff vodka.

Travel Tip 6: Come to Bali. Did I say that yet? Well it doesn’t hurt to make drive a thesis home. It is magical here. Come to Bali. If you plan ahead, book in advance, the plane ticket may only be about $700. And you can’t imagine how far your money will go here. Most importantly, plan to arrive in late may or early April, at the end of the rainy season, before May 31st it’s still the “off season” tourist wise. which means you’ll pay literally half the price for a hotel room in a resort you can have all to yourself. And I mean that. We’re paying $50 a night at an empty resort right now with a private staff of 20 waiting on only us, hand and foot. It’s like being Jay-Z for a week.

I’ll be uploading some photos soon, and giving more in depth reviews and musings on specific areas soon.

For now, I’m going to go have another $12 deep tissue massage, do some scuba diving outside my front door, and then watch the sunset and have a delicious clove cigar (suck it Obama) for $1 a pack.

I’m concerned


In an effort to procrastinate and distract myself from this stupid post I’ve been trying to write for days I decided to look at the stats page again to see if my ratings still look like something that sunk the Titanic. In fact it has started to stretch out into a slightly less disconcerting shape.

The thing that concerns me is my post ratings. According to the stats the most popular post in Triton Cove’s entire history is a relatively new post that some how jumped past all the others in a matter of weeks. No doubt you’re saying “But Pete, what post could possibly hold so much fascination and interest that it could so fully dominate all the other, more seasoned posts?” What post indeed my good people.

The unfortunate thing is that I’m pretty sure the hit rate on this post is not due to some new height of enlightenment I managed to achieve nor to the fact that I wrote something that reached out and touched the hearts and minds of the masses and sent them into a forward-this-to-all-my-friends delirium. No, I believe this to be a tragic mix of internet demographics and search engine key-wording gone wrong.

The most popular post in all Triton Cove history? You guessed it: Exploding Anal Glands!

WTF internet.

Preemptive FPF: Happy Christmas and cute kids.

Preemptive FPF: Happy Christmas and cute kids.


Well I thought I would throw up one last post since I, along with most of the rest of you, will be booked up this weekend with Wackyfamilychristmastravaganza! 4 dogs, 5 adults, 6 kids… 0 chances for escape. (you should read that last part in a deep raspy movie trailer voice.

Anyway, I will obviously be taking a few days off from the intermonkey on my back to cook roast prime rib, stuffed pork tenderloin, baked truffle mac and cheese, roasted potatoes and veggies, and yorkshire pudding. The greatest holiday treat hardly any Americans make.

So anyway, I could drone on, (like usual) but I have to go pack the car with presents and suitcases so we can drive down to P-town for the weekend. So I will leave you with a few pictures. Some of these were taken a couple christmases ago.

Watching for the first snowflake to fall (3 hours. serious)

I’m about to puke.  woooooh

Best. armor. ever.

Profanity bubbles make your roadrage more festive.

Christmas toy delirium.
White Christmas. Blue fingers.

So cold. So sad. Hot Chocolate heals all wounds.

watching it snow


More pictures. Less Christmas.

That’s all for now folks. Have a happy holiday. Hug everyone for me. But not in a creepy way. Actually, on second thought, in a creepy way. Like when you hold on just a little too long and it gets awkward. That’s more fun.