Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Teahupoo

so i found out today, tonight, that this month is officially national blogging day?
and a big thank you out there to brooke dejesus for your unifanfarity!
you have been a devoted follower, my one and only blog watcher, whether or not you read what amounts to a post every other week.
i just watched one of the greatest films i have ever seen: Riding Giants.
I've seen parts of it, and seen much of that footage in the past, but never have I been so moved by a film in the way that this one did. I already do a great deal to keep myself very much a part of my life in hawaii, but it is in moments like these that i anticipate love and life and the future of everything that is holding. It's all in the pipeline! :) this year has been a breakthrough year for me. from this time a year ago, i have travelled to six countries, spent a month in hawaii, traversed the continent several times, finished a recording project that i am supremely happy with, discovered my life in a new place of my own to live, just 3 blocks from City Hall, amassed a wealth of outdoor utilities for exploring this regions glorious enclaves, and the list in my mind carries on. 
i am overcome by the complexities behind one's 'community's tidalcharts. we are so meant for each other....continually finding new people along the way that challenge and sharpen us, that make us laugh. thank you seth mcfarlane. you make me laugh so hard when i'm at work. but i don't know him.
i feel terribly literal, like the bro that keeps trying to find the punchline, but he's long gone with stolen baseball cards in his pocket. 
i want to live a long and fullfilling life, spent with my family, and my dear loved ones. i hope one day to raise a family of my own, like so many friends of mine are. i love children, and i love my family and how they have taught me to love. it takes time for someone to duck through sufficient tides to find themselves free to love. we think we're so mature sometimes, and then we grow without really meaning to, albeit wanting to, and turn around to see how the vibrations were so different back then.
i miss my sister, and my brothers, and my mom and dad. and my uncles and my aunts, and my cousins (one of whom is brand new and i haven't seen but in facebook pictures....and he's so adorable, and his middle name is rune, and all i know about that name is that it's what we've always called annie, his mother. *congradulations on your life together, and the beginning of a new family annie.....with my lifelong classmate! ha. wow. i love it. he's my uncle.*
it's late. i don't know where i was going with anything. 
these autumn nights just turned to winter. went back an hour. choosing to love it, because i'm hear, and there's beauty to find everywhere. we gotta find the things that make us happy, and then get EXCITED about them. 
i love you jim, i hope to see you soon. i want to make it out to boston next week. i will do my best. you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers. 
jamie, i haven't seen you in many months and have been also in my petitions. 
ryan, we'll sing together for fittsmas carols '08, come over this week. what should we do?
goodnight. and good luck, keith olbermann. 

Thursday, October 23, 2008

terror

key moments of indeterminable dread go way back for me.
night terrors, with no recollection of where i've been, why i feel the way i feel.
i had a conversation with a very close friend several nights ago,
and out of confidence and time can't divulge nearly as much as i would presently like to,
but others have had very different experiences with their dreams,
so vivid that they remain in stark detail paths of the memory for a lifetime.
i don't believe it is a direct corrolation to ones intellectual capacity,
but rather a very unique composition : how one retains experiences, dreams,
and also these very elusive key moments of indeterminable dread, as i guess i will call them.

i had a very interesting conversation with my dear cousin Jesse (oddly enough he shares the same name as the dear friend mentioned earlier).
As i wake this afternoon from a nap, trying to catch up a little, so i will have the fortitude that i will want later this evening, i trundled down the stairs to the laundry room.
The light now in seattle on a clear beutiful perfect day at 430 pm can have a host of different emotions.
It all completely depends on how one is disposed to feeling in that given moment. The feelings are intense, for those of us that feel them strong. It depends on sounds, how silent one is. in complete relative silence, with the occasional holler from a siren or a horn, there can be affective loneliness. If i were with five of my best friends right now under these same conditions, or a lover, i would feel overwhelming bliss.
I would like to speak further about this.
I have had similar experiences everywhere in the world. And certainly our emotional lives are monsters. Just as the monsters in monsters inc are slap stick hilarious, as well as terrifying for a child, our emotions can lead us into waters both shallow splashable salty and safe, or to the depths of the atlantic, where death is counting down until launch.
i have to go to work.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

HENNY PENNY THE SKY IS FALLING

I don't know what to say .
the sky IS falling, but the leaves are falling first. they are so beautiful here in seattle.
i spent the day yesterday with a young man OLD friend, Yohannan Rempt. We go pretty far back.
I remember his first appearance in my life as the djembe drummer from the northwest....around the plaza of nations in Kailua-Kona HI. That was in......96?

The thing I appreciate about the richness of this friendship, among others closely resembling one of this nature, is lack of precedent for DTRs. It's never needed. We hang when we can, and when we don't, we forget that we're not, until the next time we can. And it's always good times.

We threw frisbees yesterday at Jule Park (is that right?) in the redmond area. Gopher piles of dirt in a minefield spattered down the green, I was enlightened on a story of a friend of his. Apparently they had some real trouble gettin rid of those digggers in the yard. Dad had tried everything in his might to get rid of em. Dynamite, rat poison, lewers, whoppers, choppers, cloppers, and duhickeys. those dirtpiles never did quit showin up. so one day he wakes up....walks down the stairs to the breakfast table, the family waitin around sayin their prayers and packing their lunches and whatnot (this is the part that i'd like to imagine). looks out to the yard like he's hopin to see nothing under the christmas tree, and sure enough, the yard looks like a stalemated round of othello.

storms for the garage and weilding his welding kit trounces out through the screen door to the scene of these hideous crimes, the kids' faces pressed to the glass with honey bunches of oats flavored milk trickling down their chins. down goes the wand into the first hole he reaches, and lefty loosey on the acetylene nob, for a good 2-3 minutes. Kids thought dad was havin a sord fight with them critters....with a car toy...or A cartoy makin toy.

pulls out a match from his left pocket....strike, drop,
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!

dad flies back 15 feet and geysers of inferno shoot 30 feet in the air, from EVERY hole in the yard, AND every trail beneath the surface of the sod. It looks to me like something that should have been in The Last Crusade...true gauntlet material. The penatent man is on the ground, passing, gas....to boot.

a story like this couldn't be made up.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

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Monday, October 13, 2008

Hi.

I'm just....working on my spaces. Tell you what though... Were makin
progress.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

WILLY'S AFRODEZIAXE

i woke up at 8:30 from the sound of a t.m. coming through on my mob...alerting me that marisa was ready to go canoooooing through the arboretum. she began to tell me about a lot of personal things that were blogged about her about her blog. i just really don't like that work sometime. and what is the 'b' relagated TO? i can only imagine it being a (B)itchLog or a (B)utt logg, (poop)(dookini)(kakapoopopeepee(when you have the runs))...man this potty humore is really surprising me because all i want to do is reminisce about my day.
because I had some really good BBQ with fellow Aqueducks at Willy's , (louisiana style). The beef brisket was so ostensibly a do-over....but not because it wasn't good the first time: it WAS, and SO GOOD that you'd want to DO IT over and over again!!!! (after eating it....it's one of those southern afrodeziAXE joints. ha ha lol)

i was thinking how cool it would be to take some lil wayne song and use it to promote the obama campaign.....

love you guys....i don't know , maybe i'm talking to my inhouse friends. like the ones in the church of my mind...i'm not saying my mind is a church, but it would be pretty sweet if it was...and preferably harmonious.