listen and enjoy this beautiful man - 'tis the only pop-out in this post. when i finished my below writing, this was the only addition i wanted to make - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zD7e-eQuhJM - 6,000 views only for this young angel or cherub? wow. maybe that's why i'm no longer in the US - we are directed to pay attention to crap, not beauty.
as meaningless as sports are, we somehow manage to attribute a lot of meaning to them.
it is a substitute meaning that we rent out for much heartache and occasional competitive pride/glory, if only so that we can avoid the heartache/glory we know we're avoiding by not seeking a greater personal meaning.
even a safe bet is a gamble.
w/out a stack of high value dollars to back me, i am not equip for life at the felt poker tables; i am and have been ready for the big leagues in life. 99% of the time, that is much more important.
i like leaving.
i like arriving.
i like staying.
mi gusto mucho.
there's a huge difference between wearing wet and dry socks.
i have much more than a sweet tooth. i feed them teeth. one day i may not have any natural teeth because of the rate at which i feed 'em.
cheap fruits here means i often feed that urge with healthy food and
technically healthy
sugary sweet coffee.
i enjoy being sweet. considerate.
yesterday, i found that i'd endeared myself to myself.
i recognized that in nighttime bus-ride reflection on how i prepared for my first latin america return of a purchase by writing out a list of sentences i made up from an english to spanish online translator. it worked. granted, an english speaking local was brought in early on, but she saw my sentences and i think she appreciated them. as the kids would say, "i'm not trying to be" the ugly asshole american.
walking from 1 bus stop to a different bus station in towns that often do not have street signs while carrying 100 lbs or so on my back is not my favorite activity. it has been necessary. i smile believing my 3D or maybe 4D dream vision made reality will be my new home for awhile.
i will unpack this time around.
i've wrote out these last 2 blogs while listening to NPR's 1st listen of "the bridge school concerts" disc 1, and right now michael stipe's voice and REM/neil young's playing is striking a chord in my soul.
living easy is easy.
living completely, meaningfully - maybe that's easy, too.
each requires all we decide to give.
i changed the words that follow the "objective" on my resume this week. i think the last time i changed the objective was when i went from businessman to outdoorsman. each is a small signpost about where one is at that point in time. my objective now:
"To live and work amongst beauty, to complete my book to my satisfaction, and to add wellness to this world."
i guess it works to speak my truth - the guy that hired me partly off this resume responded that i was "overqualified." ha! i guess i am finally going to work for a job i am qualified to do - this has yet to happen. at least the over-qualification did not prevent me from being hired.
it makes me smile knowing recently i wondered in these online not-quite-pages about bukowski being the closest resemblance to me that i've come across, and how i will walk the line of "truth," choosing principles over people when necessary, and then reading yesterday bukowski say, "There is nothing as boring as the truth." ha! yes, yes, ramble on chuck.
i grew up teaching myself many ways to destroy.
i am quite proficient at destruction.
creation is another story.
it's a large chunk of my mid-years story
i find it satisfying
as meaningless as sports are, we somehow manage to attribute a lot of meaning to them.
it is a substitute meaning that we rent out for much heartache and occasional competitive pride/glory, if only so that we can avoid the heartache/glory we know we're avoiding by not seeking a greater personal meaning.
even a safe bet is a gamble.
w/out a stack of high value dollars to back me, i am not equip for life at the felt poker tables; i am and have been ready for the big leagues in life. 99% of the time, that is much more important.
i like leaving.
i like arriving.
i like staying.
mi gusto mucho.
there's a huge difference between wearing wet and dry socks.
i have much more than a sweet tooth. i feed them teeth. one day i may not have any natural teeth because of the rate at which i feed 'em.
cheap fruits here means i often feed that urge with healthy food and
technically healthy
sugary sweet coffee.
i enjoy being sweet. considerate.
yesterday, i found that i'd endeared myself to myself.
i recognized that in nighttime bus-ride reflection on how i prepared for my first latin america return of a purchase by writing out a list of sentences i made up from an english to spanish online translator. it worked. granted, an english speaking local was brought in early on, but she saw my sentences and i think she appreciated them. as the kids would say, "i'm not trying to be" the ugly asshole american.
walking from 1 bus stop to a different bus station in towns that often do not have street signs while carrying 100 lbs or so on my back is not my favorite activity. it has been necessary. i smile believing my 3D or maybe 4D dream vision made reality will be my new home for awhile.
i will unpack this time around.
i've wrote out these last 2 blogs while listening to NPR's 1st listen of "the bridge school concerts" disc 1, and right now michael stipe's voice and REM/neil young's playing is striking a chord in my soul.
living easy is easy.
living completely, meaningfully - maybe that's easy, too.
each requires all we decide to give.
i changed the words that follow the "objective" on my resume this week. i think the last time i changed the objective was when i went from businessman to outdoorsman. each is a small signpost about where one is at that point in time. my objective now:
"To live and work amongst beauty, to complete my book to my satisfaction, and to add wellness to this world."
i guess it works to speak my truth - the guy that hired me partly off this resume responded that i was "overqualified." ha! i guess i am finally going to work for a job i am qualified to do - this has yet to happen. at least the over-qualification did not prevent me from being hired.
it makes me smile knowing recently i wondered in these online not-quite-pages about bukowski being the closest resemblance to me that i've come across, and how i will walk the line of "truth," choosing principles over people when necessary, and then reading yesterday bukowski say, "There is nothing as boring as the truth." ha! yes, yes, ramble on chuck.
i grew up teaching myself many ways to destroy.
i am quite proficient at destruction.
creation is another story.
it's a large chunk of my mid-years story
i find it satisfying
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