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You know that song about the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell?

I just went to a combination Indian, Mexican, Burger joint in Ogallala, Nebraska.

Can’t quite come up with some catchy lyrics for it tho.

The power’s out in the entire city of Moab, but the wood fired pizza place is still cooking. Oh yeah baby.

I think I drove through a haboob in Eastern Nebraska today. It was pretty intense.

First time filling up my Rotopax at the gas station and a dude comes up and excitedly asks “what, are those gas cans? Are you preparing for the apocalypse or something?”

Getting ready for a trip to Moab, and I’m charging batteries, updating firmware, and clearing memory cards for 4 different cameras.

I have a problem.

I love Tesler because everything’s computer.

My plumber talks like Ace Ventura and I don’t think he’s being ironic. Super friendly dude, who says “allllllrighty then” and everything.

Eases the pain of living in a malfunctioning house.

It’s 79° in Des Moines, Iowa on March 10.

wtf.

Running around and talking shit with college buddies in rural Minnesota… doesn’t get a whole lot better.

Man, I just wanna hang and play golf and do yoga and travel and shit

I often think about that NOFX lyric where fat mike says, “majority rule, don’t work in mental institutions.”

First normal work week after 3 weeks of travel and off-sites... Kind of excited for some routine and home cooked meals.

After dry January, I drank on all but 3 days of February.

… should probably try to split the difference this month.

Whew.

Excited to be home… despite that home being in the backwards-ass state of Iowa.

Regular, in-person face time is so incredibly valuable to maintaining good relationships, culture, and morale on remote-first teams. Super glad that we got the Panther team together in beautiful Sedona this week.

The seams keep getting misaligned between the plies of my hotel room toilet paper and it is driving me insane.

Omitting the word good from “good morning” will always be funny to me. So many people out here just walking around declaring that it’s morning… or that they’re mourning.

Driving home from dinner with my father-in-law and his buddies, I asked if there were any dive bars in Mesa. We found one. Pool tables, Marilyn Manson on the speakers, Joel Osteen on the TV, and there are escorts.

Just got another hole-in-one. Red, hole 13 at the Scottsdale Popstroke. Big time.

Tonight was awesome. I got to hang with my buddy, Allie, my cousin, Alexia, and see some fun bands. All bookended by 2 great 30 minute uber experiences.

Phoenix is weird, but also pretty cool.