Open Wounds

A friend of mine shot me a text tonight. Sick of dealing with drama, stressing about school, and generally drained of life, they had a plea:

I'm not mad, more stressed. Like I feel like I don't what to do this bullshit anymore and I sort of want to scream. Any recommendations for that?

The cry was for help. For healing. For a fix.

For music.

What song, did I have, that would switch their mood? What combination of lyrics, guitar riffs and drum patterns would be able to switch a heavy heart, back to its soft interior?

A list began to form. Art work flowed past me, emotions were relived as each song ticked by. Something heavy. No no, something mellow. Certainly not something about love. Ten songs. Pick six screamed to be the one to fix things.

It was not pick six. It was the gut feeling pick, pick one.

What is it about music, that connects us? How can one persons contempt for life be quelled by another listener's desire to help them?

We are connected by infinitely misunderstood forces.

Sleepers can't just wake the dead

People buring their dead

The complexity of life is terrific. Very few things go the path that is expected. Down is up, up is sideways. The trick is to not decide where it's going to go. Don't expect the unexpected to suddenly materialize. As Queens of the Stone Age say, Go, with the flow.

I'm learning to let go. Even things in sphere two, are breaking loose. The chance things won't go how I predict them is exhilarating.

My love life, is the epitome of that right now. Just getting to know my female friends, and the fact it simply might stay at that level, is terrific. Man-whoredom is truly broken, when you stop thinking of girls as date-able, and start seeing them as what they are.

Friends.

Don't you wish your life could be as simple
as fish swimming round in a barrel when you've got the gun

Piggy Bank

This week promises to be long. Difficult, and possibly uphill.

The argument can be made, that when things are hard, you see what people really are. How humans cope with stress and hardship, is how they really are.

Not entirely sure I buy that anymore. Tough times are a lot of things you can't control, and that brings out a different side of people. Having to go with the flow, and hope things turn out in a positive manner, can be rough. Surely you can't define who a person is, at a time when they have such little control.

Hold on tight
Wrap your arms around me, till your knuckles are burnin white

Layer Tennis

One artist creates something, then another adds to it, and back and forth they go. Pretty amazing to see what these people create in each 15 minutes volley.

Morning Tide

I've never considered myself a morning person. I really, really enjoy my sleep.

Yet, something about the morning is so refreshing. Not everyone is awake yet. The world has not begun to operate. It's easier to find a shower, a parking space. Lines for freshly made food are shorter.

My favorite part though, is the complete lack of being tired. Once you surmount that initial wake up hump, and are rolling towards the day, you just can't be tired. Afternoons are hard, because you have the post lunch grogginess. Post dinner, is just to close to bed for you to be a functioning member of society. Breakfast, energizes. You eat, and are stoked. You pay attention, have fresher ideas, a more positive outlook.

I think I've become a morning person. And the social stigma surrounding that, is because you hoodlums need naps to make it through your day.

Puppy Love

There is no companionship that equals that of a man and his dog. A dog loves, unconditionally.

Nothing beats that feeling, of coming home and having a dog run to greet you. That jump and heavy wet breath that has been longing to be in your face all day.

Everyone should have a dog. Fuck cats.

Get It On

Ten minutes of laughter. 5 more with outtakes.

Beautiful, Talented, Smart Ass

What a terrifically dangerous combination.

Seen Here, More Talent then I will ever possess.

Bravo gents!

Negativity

Complaining, really yanks my chain. I suppose in so saying that, I am in fact complaining.

Yet life is so good, and we as American's have so much going for us, why do so many feel the need to appreciate so little?

Mac: Announcing things in epic fashion since, a while.

New 17" MBP, updates to iLife/iWork, but my very favorite part:

DRM FREE iTUNES.

We Are Sleeping Giants


Terrific photo essay by Brooks Reynolds

Billy says No

If this investigation in question really turns up nothing, a very classy move by the Governor.

Twenty

Today, 109 years ago, The New York Times created the word automobile. 1947 saw the first televised proceedings of the U.S. Congress. Alaska officially became a state 49 years ago. 20 years ago today, I was born.

Alongside J.R.R. Tolkien, and Eli Manning, I watch another year tick by.

It would seem that this would be an ideal time to say something clever, impart some words of wisdom, or create a modern proverb based on my time on earth.

The only thing I know for sure, is that life always goes on. No matter how hard things are, eventually those things become your past. The key to making it in this world, is to make sure the future is better than the past.

A buddy of mine certainly put it best; "Life is choices, with a bit of luck"

Thanks to all the friends, family, and acquaintances who have made year twenty so great. It is because of all of you, that I've made it as far as I have. I certainly am glad you'll all be here as I move forward, with the next twenty.

Dear Bernie

Serves him right.