Thanks to my good friend, Ryan Mannie, I now have some really sexy pictures of my newly refinished drums. this is just one of the pics he took.
I really enjoy Hookah. If more people decide to follow my blog, I will suggest that we have hookah night if you happen to be local to San Jose.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
My First Photo Shoot....
Monday, July 20, 2009
Careful and Honest Contemplation, Pt. II
The internets have failed me. I can no longer find anything that is remotely interesting. Xbox, you too have failed me. I can no longer while away a listless hour with on a game of shoot 'em up while listening to "double kill" repeat so often it becomes a chant. My mind has failed me. I am the most faithful boyfriend in the world, and yet in my infinite boredom I ponder the "what if" that will ultimately lead me down a path very much as dark as the bottom of the sea. I want more than anything to spend time with my wonderful girlfriend and see her smile. I think that will repair me.
In the lengthening weeks that I am without a car, I am more and more spending my time atop my solid frame 21 speed bike. Yesterday I rode for 3.5 hours at a constant pace of about 10/12 miles an hour. Nothing record breaking, but definitely a work out. Today I went on an hour long ride, and supplemented the remaining 2 hours with several reps of both pull ups and chin ups. Overall, since the end of May I have lost 15 lbs, and am now a respectable 145 pounds. oh yeah, I am 5'10.5" tomorrow I am going to ride to davis and back, probably at 9:00 am. I think I will get some Jamba Juice as a treat once I get to Davis, and then head back after a short rest.
I am also in the process of designing a tattoo for my self. it will be a full sleeve down my right arm. The basic design is a squid, on my upper arm, reaching with it's tentacles down and around my arm to end on my wrist. there are still some kinks worked out, like what the tentacles should look like. The squid itself is going to be dark and evil looking. totally emotionless eyes, and very true to life. the tentacles though I think need to be kinda "gross." An earlier tattoo design I had was one of a heart, draw in a rough "paint brush" style, on my inner right forearm. If there is a way to combine the two, that's what will happen.
OK ladies and gents, you know what I am up against. I shall bid you all farewell for the night, and reconvene tomorrow for a recitation of my day.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Riding the Train
Friday, July 10, 2009
I drink too much soda
but this is what comes of it. my drums, which once looked like the ashes of a dying moon, are restored to a beauty they have never known
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Failure in Miniature
I have taken an interest in Siberian Huskies. I really want one as a pet. I hear they need to be really active, maybe that would be an incentive to run more myself.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Careful and Honest Contemplation
Today billy struck me a serious mental blow with this phrase: "I saw the moon tonight, his light held supremacy over the sky, as if he was the only being in existence. He gazed upon the world blankly, for there was no one to watch him shine. Tonight I was his witness, whether he realized it or not. The dreamer was not alone." It struck me that we are like the moon, always reaching for something greater than we are. Simple hunter-gatherers discovering fire, Columbus sailing to the Americas, Neil Armstrong landing on the moon. In these attempts, we are to be rewarded for our success. But in our triumph do we loose our sense of innocence? When so much is at our finger tips, we forget where we come from and how far we have traveled for the things we take for granted. With city lights holding captive the night sky, we forget all about the simple things nature tells us are marvels. One of my favorite things to do is to take a weekend and go camping in a place remote from all that is civilization. Somewhere that I can hear everything, and nothing, where I can see for miles without the steel of city and town. At night, watching the stars arc overhead, I remember, and get lost in what it's like to be alive. I am rejuvenated with a childlike view of things, something that should not be discounted. Children are unhindered by beliefs and bias. They see clearly what grown men cannot. They feel deeply what does not shake us.
Why can we not see unclouded, and live carefree like children? We get bogged down in our day-to-day and forget to look up at the sky, or to see the beauty as we walk to and from. Keep this in mind, as you do your daily tasks, and maybe we can feel a sense of what Billy felt. Though we may be like the moon, reaching for the sun, let us not get burned by the very thing keeping us alive.