Tuesday, July 29, 2008

And that man who would save us, From the hurt the world brings, neglected to mention, Who would save us from him

Driving home listening to the bluetones, I thought about living in the live music capital of the world, and an infinite number of blogs with music....what sticks is are songs or artists with emotional attachment. It can be the smell of something, or how you were feeling at the AC/DC show.

In perspective of change, what does that say about people if they go back to the 'old favorites.' Some people's old favorites are one or two artists, others are many. Branching out allows redefinition of yourself and favorites, and a 'bigger bag of tricks'.

Many people tell me your success in life is gauged on the interest of the stories you can tell.

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Serendipity Obituary (one of the most painful movies ever seen, the focus is on the journey and not the destination)

Jonathan Trager, prominent television producer for ESPN, died last night from complications of losing his soul mate and his fiancee. He was 35 years old. Soft-spoken and obsessive, Trager never looked the part of a hopeless romantic. But, in the final days of his life, he revealed an unknown side of his psyche. This hidden quasi-Jungian persona surfaced during the Agatha Christie-like pursuit of his long reputed soul mate, a woman whom he only spent a few precious hours with. Sadly, the protracted search ended late Saturday night in complete and utter failure. Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Trager secretly clung to the belief that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. Uh-uh. But rather, its a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan. Asked about the loss of his dear friend, Dean Kansky, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author and executive editor of the New York Times, described Jonathan as a changed man in the last days of his life. "Things were clearer for him," Kansky noted. Ultimately Jonathan concluded that if we are to live life in harmony with the universe, we must all possess a powerful faith in what the ancients used to call "fatum", what we currently refer to as destiny.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Let me see tomorrow and I’ll try to understand, How the sinking of my little vessel fits into your plan

Picked up a local newspaper today, thought about what 'current' people tap into and how society is full of labels. World news, national news, regional news, local news, conservative, liberal, different lollipop flavors of religion; how silly it is to brand yourself in a day and age where everything is blended, hyper-connected and just not that simple.

Human beings are extremely complex individuals, and to label and scrutinize the 'top people's' every move is preposterous. Lets take 'failed endeavors' for example and consider what we tell ourselves to make us feel better. I was too like this, they were too like this, that test was 'stupid' anyway, 'they dont understand.' A wise maverick once said he doesn't do business with anyone who says 'you dont understand.' At the end of the day, you're able to sleep, you've taken the easy way out, you've rationalized your decisions and affiliations.

Picking your battles and articulate, articulate, articulate is the way to figure out what you actually mean, and the fray of any incident goes away due to knowing yourself and the causes you are fighting for and sticking to your guns. If 'you don't get it,' it's my job to show you, and vice-versa.

People are all attached to different currents, some more emphatic than others, but the kicker to it all is, whatever circle you're rollin' in, everyone counts. The whole freewill sentiment can be a pain sometimes, really hard to handle the emotional pressure, so how do you change it? You join a group.

Once you join a group, you're with a bunch of people who think and act like you do, and consequently everyone around you is right all the time, and people who challange your ideas or idealogy are thrown to the lions, and written off. You're now a member of a tribe, where you're drinking what they're sellin.'

That's when tribe A and tribe B have arguements that say, 'orange, no green, no orange, no pale green, no no dark orange.'

Sad thing about it is, there's lots of doomesday scenerios, economies will crash, this that, blah blah blah, but there will be no twilight of humanity, nothing extravagent when the whole place goes up it flames, things just role on, due to self preservation. It's a good thing because 'all living things are prescious,' but it's a bad thing because society and the tribes we've made for ourselves have become so sterile, there's no way for them to correct themselves, so mother nature / father time in turn will do it for us.

A good swift kick in the ass is just too 'politically incorrect' these days.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

O Thinkin' about our Younger Years, It was Only You and Me, We were Young and Wild and Free

Lot goes on in your mind when you take a trip down memory / amnesia lane, what goes on in my mind as I sit through a set through Bryan Adams / Foreigner is what is 'real', what is artificial, and what flat out needs to go.

I've seen more gigs than I'd like to admit at VWA San Antonio, but it's time for that poorly managed hell hole to shut its doors. Its like at the peak of the 'global-record-domination-empire' created a squeeky clean place to accommodate the masses, although customer service wasn't in mind, rather profit margin.

With that being said, a genuine article like Bryan Adam rolls in, to a semi appreciative crowd of 3,200, one has to think, man this is MUCH better than the atmosphere surrounding the moment. I think of a metaphysical defense of BA, and there is tons to justify the hits, the personality, and the all around candor of the individual on stage who's there out of the love of the music.

It gets me thinking about 'naming conventions', and the fact that Bryan Adams showed up for the Bryan Adams gig deserved serious accolades. The fact that an old dude with a Les Paul showed up with a bunch of newbies as per Foreigner speaks volumes in a different direction.

While all this goes on my mind is off in all sorts of tangents, but it was a genuine night, much more than I can say for most of this modern day hipster bullshit.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

You don't need the stories of my scars or in the stars to tell you nothings free. I traded all the innocence I ever had for hesitation

I've found in life whatever age you are, there's someone always there to explain the nuance life throws at you. Tomorrow I see Bryan Adams, he used to be a person who explained things to me, when life was 'more simple,' looking back we all see things at trite in our past, but as we handle the adversity at the time, it was a big deal. I recall listening to the song 'Everything I Do (I Do It For You) over and over again at church camp, it was the only cassette single I had for the trip, and camping / bunking in the midst of a bunch of burping, farting and coughing guys, Bryan Adams was my refuge.

Looking back I feel is important, to understand the strife you were going through, then understand your current position and not sweat it, because chances are 10 years from now you'll feel the same way, and some other person or idea will take root in your life and grow. The base is what you become based on a collective of these events, loss of first love, the shitty job you once had, general bickering with friends and family, and yes, the cheesy music you listen to -- you're defined by the tactics in which you deal with these adversities, some throw em' out, some learn lessons, some let them fester.

What happened to the innocence in the world? Where did it go in such a short period of time, and what's in store for the future? Don't know the answer but I surely do admire the question.

Random non-sequitur or two to conclude

1 -- I've become fast food fat boy. The perils of 'putting in a hard days work' makes me yearn for the cheeseburger. Looking around the apartment, I see, bag from McDonalds, bag from Chick Fil A, Taco Bell, and tonight Whataburger.....Why? Because I'm out of cans of tuna. What is it that lures me to the drive through windows? Convenience, that's it, but being a single person, what's my hurry, why do I run to stand still? And how can I kick my own A$$ into shape?

I've decided once my back heals from this wound I want to put in the history books, I'd like to get a nutritionalist, someone who can tell me what I'm doing wrong, and can help me avoid the modern day psychology of fast food nation.

2 -- Evolution -- I've always had ideas about this, and considering how we've evolved from monkeys or what have you, why is it there are humans, and then the next step is baboons, or something further down the line. How come there aren't anything closer to humans then something to the equivalent of a baboon? At some point in time did the homo sapiens have battles to eradicate the homo-closer, closer and closest?

Anyway, back to security plus and Bryan Adams greatest hits.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Beautiful Faces and Loud Empty Places, Look at the Way that We Live, Wastin' Our Time on Cheap Talk and Wine, Left Us So Little To Give

I've been asked and told from time to time 'what good is 'identity blogging''? Taking a page out of your life, making it digestible to a to a global audience, even if only 15 people read it per day. What's the use?

Economies of scope, with yourself as the nucleus of the equation, an equation for conceit, or a lesson in self-evaluation, that is the question. I write what's on my mind to help myself 'figure things out,' and frame it in a forum that is 'society,' it's made things clearer through the years, and its made me a better person. I don't think I've ever been 'dugg', my technorati scores in down the tube, and I get an occasional visitor in here that's looking for the lyrics for 'sweet home Alabama,' but I'm not here to win friends or influence people. However, I care deeply about my 15 loyal readers.

Life is kinda like that movie 'The Aviator.' When Leonardo paraphrases the words of Howard Hughes, 'We got to get the people over the clouds, the ride in the clouds is bumpy as hell.' Staying in the clouds guarantees a bumpy ride, and breaking free from the clouds is something to strive for. Moving out of the cloud involves breaking the mold, whatever mold you're in, for the sake of individual progress.

I've found in a world of name dropping, you fight the battles that need fighting and ignore the others. It's important to know enough about names to call BS.

Eagles Greatest Hits Volume One and Two, wonderful :)

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

They say I need some Rogaine To put in my hair Work it out at the gym To fit my underwear

Mike and Laura P's wedding was here, the Wild Basin Lodge, would have loved to stay here, great view, mountain stream running through the back, very picturesque. Just can't handle the 250 a night, hence the lovely super 8 on the cheap.


The road to the lodge was treacherous, once even a big ol' deer or elk or something ran out in front of us, scared the heck out of me.


A long, long time ago, I saw a stone in the water, and we dubbed it the poop stone, well, this is poop stone number 2.


Where the wedding was, a quaint little place around back. The day of the wedding there were about 500 rain drops, just enough to let Mike and Laura know they were rich.


Mike, Laura, and Mr. P doing some praying or meditation over the water overlooking the wilderness.


Mahon in Laura's eyes, I was trying hard to capture that shot, it finally kinda worked out.


The Mountaineer Restro, Estes Park = 1/3 extremely rich people, 1/3 redneck, 1/3 tourist.


A healthy diet of all this stuff for the last however I can remember, alas, 209 lbs, I'm looking to cut at least 25 in 3(0) months.


The reception had amazing texmex and ritas, and a wonderfully decorated house.


A picture of the guys all dressed up.


Hanging down waiting for the festivities to commence.


Mike's mom and I, such a wonderful lady, I enjoyed talking with her quite a bit. HI MS P, HOPE YOU ARE DOING GREAT, :) -- and thanks for reading my blog!


Here's happy Mahon, without using photoshop to remove the zit on his head.


Tom, Erin, and Caleb, great folks representin' for Austin.


Me and Mike D gangsta shot, by Saturday we were extremely worn out and couldn't wait to get back to atown


As for the wedding, double crowns on the rocks please, and I caught the garter.


Mike D, a few cocktails deep, dancing to The Shins. 10.30 started the shuttle bus down to reality.

Monday, July 07, 2008

Now he walks in quiet solitude the forest and the streams Seeking grace in every step he takes

A trip to Mt Elbert, for me, Man vs Mountain, Mountain wins Round 1. Getting all excuses out of the way first, leaking water pack, a 4am flight, 250 feet above sea level to 12,000 feet above sea level in the course of 6 hours, nothing to eat, hot as hell, mosquitoes, all weak excuses. The only thing I had going for me was 1 1/2 pounds of pizza hut pasta the night before, which was just as much as a curse.

Enclaves going up the mountain, spectacular. When we were heading down, we looked back up at the mountain full of trees and tried to identify where we were, it is so vast we couldn't even see. When you are driving and looking up at mountains, you don't realize how massive they are, and how long it would take to scale to the top.


The trees, Aspen trees to be exact, looked amazing. Mike D has a stick with him to help walking, which dubbed him the name 'Gandolf Dula' on the trip up. Also the stick was to ward off attackers in the form of mountain cougars or bears.


At some points in the trail we had water blocks, in which I would clumsily work my way over, something that wasn't fun, many times I didn't look eloquent, a fish out of water, that's for sure. However, I just thought about Coors light beer, and tappin' the rockies and moved on. I even filled my water jug from the stream, which was cold water, runoff from the snow.


One of my finer moments. Over about 11,000 feet, I felt as if my heart was going to explode every 50 yards, therefore I had to stop often. Notice the matching shirt / backpack, courtesy of the lowest price at your respective discounters. I felt every cheeseburger I've eaten in the last 10 years on the climb up, and I'm certain its time for a change in my life when it comes to the gut and huge portions.


The aspen trees with weird carvings, I think due to insects. At this level, the insects were CRAZY. The trail smelled great, there were some vivid colors, some interesting vegetation, the temperature fluctuated.


The treeline, approximately 12,000 feet is all I could muster. Trees don't grow above this level, a different world up there. At this point it was about 3.30. I'm certain I could have inched my way up if we were to have left at 8 am or sooner, but leaving at closer to 12.30, and yet another excuse, thunderclouds hovering over the treeline, logic prevailed over the mind over matter attitude.


What was left, doesn't look far, but I kinda zoomed in, we were a good 2,500 vertical feet to go, and about a 2-3 mile trek yet.


One the way down, 'breaks' were key. My 89.99 reebox which I didn't skimp on during the trip turned out to be a great investment. at times on inclines my feet were throbbing and my toes crammed into the front of my shoe.


You would have thought I would learn, but that evening, we went to the golden burro in leadville, great atmosphere, decent food. What was left of my wonderful meal. The lounge / grill has carpet, really cool :)


Our lovely Super 8 in Longmont was a sight for sore eyes, and the sunset overlooking the Rockies along with the storm was amazing. Like John Denver says, he's seen it raining fire in the sky.


Last but not least, the Waffle House, where I ate more than one meal over the time there, one of the most picturesque scenes for a Waffle House I've ever seen, and I've had lots of history with the place.


Tomorrow, postings of Mike and Laura P's wedding, congrats to them as they are on their epic 14 city cruise tour of Europe.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Company Always on the Run, Destiny is a Rising Sun

A blog posting for the ages, in about 10 hours or so I'll be at the summit of this. I've heard its got seven or eight false summits, so the beer at this place will go down fresh and smooth, even if it's Coors Light. Why not tap the Rockies.

We'll see how it goes, it's questionable, very unprepared, except for the 90 dollar hiking shoes I bought tonight, which certainly leaves a bad taste in my mouth. If it's mind over matter, I'm there, but I'm a conditioned computer geek who loves his food and beverage, hence the matter part will surely play a factor.

I just keep thinking Into Thin Air, and elbert to everest is like ....well, no comparison