Weepie

I lay motionless in bed

I thought of you and where you'd gone

On that cold April day, what did the firefighters discuss after they brought that young life into the world. Did they ponder the fact she might one day grow to fill someone's heart with joy?

I wonder if Orville Wright turned to his brother Wilbur after their first flight and said "You know, someday this technology will bring a young man and young woman together."

Did two parents, driving their family across the country to start a new life, imagine how it might effect their son? That someday coming home might cause him a new kind of pain?

When I took my first steps, did it cross my mind that I was taking one step closer to finding her?

And the world spins madly on

Found

I just returned from a round of frolf that started at 11:30. At night.

Here the sun only flirts with the horizon line. Mother nature doesn't tell you when to sleep.

There are many things to love here. The breathtaking beauty, the ocean out the back door, the smell of freshly caught fish, or the people. The small town feel of it all is very refreshing. Only five stop lights cross this town, but its character is endless.

Here I'm warm. But it isn't because of the constant sunshine. The warm is different, internal. Something I've been missing this summer in the chilly Valley.

I still can't get over frolfing at midnight. It sure is awesome doing one of my favorite activities with my favorite girl though.

Leavin'

In case you were wondering, I'll be flying to Alaska today.

In fact, I'm sitting in the terminal now.

I am beyond excited.

On the Airwaves

Heres a post that has been in the works for a while. I just needed to figure out how to embed audio in a post to make it work.

After working far too many Diamondback games at the radio station, I finally got the chance to work an actual talk show. Doug and Wolf have a show every weekday, from 5-9 in the morning. My first day, I was getting accustomed to how the show ran, and mostly observing. Upon returning from a break, they were playing a German drinking song, and those of us in the booth were swinging around whatever beverages we had as if they were steins. The following then ensued:

I was a bit embarrassed to say the least. That shortly gave way to flattery. It's nice having a father who reaches out like that, even if it is completely ridiculous.

Later on, prior to talking about the fact that the Washington Nationals gave away bobbleheads of Roosevelt with another misspelling that has come to denote Nationals existence. Naturally they decided to see if the American education system was to blame.

That is in fact my voice forgetting Jefferson. I am ashamed. Enjoying doing that show though, Doug and Wolf are absolutely nuts.

Self Reflection

Maybe I'm just an angry person.

You might refer to it as having a short fuse. Some people call it being a grouch, or a grumpy gus. Generally it just means I'm an asshole. Regardless of what you call it, I can get mean.

The other night during a conversation online, I was pissed. The conversation was frustrating to a point, but it was clear something else was bothering me. I signed off. I covered my exit, and went to an outlet. Longboarding on this occasion. Then I internalized. Thought about why I was mad. Why the conversation was making it worse. Couldn't come up with a thing. So I told myself to get over it.

And I did. Discussing the situation later with my mother she made the observation that both her husband and son have a habit of getting angry and hurting the people closest to them.

"That's why I left. I didn't want to do that" I replied.

It was nice to see that I can recognize a weakness, and minimize it.

Maybe I'm just a person, who gets angry.