I am in so many places at so many times, I rarely live in a reality that is conducive to living a normal life. I was just on the east coast experiencing a life of community I rarely have here in Orange County. I see and experience the friendships that are there and that develop there in seconds.
I go to a bar here in Dana Point and see blonde haired bombshells pass out and smash their face in and be taken off in on a stretcher and think....hmmm...I guess this is the paradise I remember?
I come home, IM with a business contact in the U.K. who has genuinely become a 'mate' of mine and who offered up a flat in London for the spring if I want to take it.
I have a confusing friendship from far away, but so close to my heart, I have nothing else in me but to pursue.
Life is moving pretty damn fast...and I wish it would slow down just a tad so I could sit back, drink a beer in peace (carleen), and contemplate my current existence.
I have a goal. I have deadlines. If they are not met by my current position, I will happily withdraw from it and move to the East.
Community is there, hope is there. Right now, I have no community (granted the few a half hour or hour away from me).
But, at the same time, I do not want to continue this nomad state of living. I don't even have a real bed.
These are my thoughts at 2am in Southern California, Orange County.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
NYC Airport: Kennedy
It's pretty damn close to 7am right now, but when I look at my computer clock it says "pretty damn close to 4am". I'll be sitting here for another two hours before heading to Boston, before heading to Lenox where I will finalize my wedding tour.
I'm tired and not creative right now. I just thought I'd give y'all a heads up that I'm on the East Coast again and am looking forward to perhaps seeing friends I haven't seen in...oh...about a month or so.
where I'll be and when:
today-sat. morning: Lenox
sat.-tues. afternoon: NYC
Plans are tentative, however, a friend from Jersey will be with me Sat-Sunday. For those who are in NYC (billionaire), I'm down with hanging out any of these days and nights....my friend from Jersey is cool.
It's pretty damn close to 7am right now, but when I look at my computer clock it says "pretty damn close to 4am". I'll be sitting here for another two hours before heading to Boston, before heading to Lenox where I will finalize my wedding tour.
I'm tired and not creative right now. I just thought I'd give y'all a heads up that I'm on the East Coast again and am looking forward to perhaps seeing friends I haven't seen in...oh...about a month or so.
where I'll be and when:
today-sat. morning: Lenox
sat.-tues. afternoon: NYC
Plans are tentative, however, a friend from Jersey will be with me Sat-Sunday. For those who are in NYC (billionaire), I'm down with hanging out any of these days and nights....my friend from Jersey is cool.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Talk Radio
My ipod is going through a period of dysfunction and I haven't taken the time to give care to it's current issue. So, because music radio here in the LA, and surrounding areas, is horrible with their choice of playlists, I' have turned to listening to talk radio a bit in the recent weeks. Bill Handle in the morning on my way to work (also known as "my hobby I get paid to do"), John and Ken in the afternoon and finally John Ziggler in the evenings (as my commute to home lasts from afternoon to evening). Their conversations and opinions are not what I want to discuss at this moment (even thought they are intriguing and rudely interrupted by commercials every two minutes), I'll get into that later.
Tonight, I relaxed. Tonight, I enforced a plan of action, one that should be enforced by those who only enjoy two specific pass times. One, beer drinking and two, reading. I have found a new way of enjoying both in the public forum...let me explain. As I commute home from my hobby, I usually take the PCH (pacific coast highway) which in itself is a beautiful stretch of road. Along the way I pass at least 10 Starbucks coffee houses, every one packed to capacity with off hour laborers or Cougars wetting their whistles or satisfying their caffeine fix. I have tried many times to engage in that sort of "after hour" protocol, but have found no enjoyment, no release and no relaxation. What I found tonight, is exactly what I've been looking for...two or three words: EJ Malloy's. I drove from Irvine to Long Beach to sip on a few black and tans while reading my new book. A couple of patron's there were discussing the brilliance of my reading environment. It was then that I realized...who needs an effing coffee shop to sit back and read? Why are we limited to coffee shops as a place where we can plug in our computers, get onto WiFi and eventually engage ourselves in book reading? I suppose we're not. I had two black and tans while reading four chapters of my book and enjoyed both the beer drinking and book reading. I have to wonder...if Lewis and Tolkien were around today, would they agree that sitting back drinking a black and tan while reading or discussing ideas is a good idea? Personally, I think it's the best time if you're by yourself. Get off this coffee kick and get to a bar with a patio.
and listen to more talk radio.
Tonight, I relaxed. Tonight, I enforced a plan of action, one that should be enforced by those who only enjoy two specific pass times. One, beer drinking and two, reading. I have found a new way of enjoying both in the public forum...let me explain. As I commute home from my hobby, I usually take the PCH (pacific coast highway) which in itself is a beautiful stretch of road. Along the way I pass at least 10 Starbucks coffee houses, every one packed to capacity with off hour laborers or Cougars wetting their whistles or satisfying their caffeine fix. I have tried many times to engage in that sort of "after hour" protocol, but have found no enjoyment, no release and no relaxation. What I found tonight, is exactly what I've been looking for...two or three words: EJ Malloy's. I drove from Irvine to Long Beach to sip on a few black and tans while reading my new book. A couple of patron's there were discussing the brilliance of my reading environment. It was then that I realized...who needs an effing coffee shop to sit back and read? Why are we limited to coffee shops as a place where we can plug in our computers, get onto WiFi and eventually engage ourselves in book reading? I suppose we're not. I had two black and tans while reading four chapters of my book and enjoyed both the beer drinking and book reading. I have to wonder...if Lewis and Tolkien were around today, would they agree that sitting back drinking a black and tan while reading or discussing ideas is a good idea? Personally, I think it's the best time if you're by yourself. Get off this coffee kick and get to a bar with a patio.
and listen to more talk radio.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Thoughts on The Kite Runner
So, I've picked up reading again. I actually did it. It wasn't like jogging at all. It was like a warm breeze in the dead of a Minnesota winter.
The Kite Runner was given to me as a gift for being in a friends wedding. As the groom handed me the gift bag filled with three books he said, and I quote: "I know you like to read, so I figured I'd give you a few books that I've enjoyed this past year." Hmmm. Interesting. I was the best man in this wedding. The wedding was two weeks ago and I've already finished The Kite Runner.
To summarize:
1) Afghanistan history 2) Complete depravity of the hero throughout childhood and adult life
3) Realization of depravity within himself, and knowledge it's not limited to himself 4) Selfless acts can lead to self redemption (philosophical, I know, I don't want to get into it).
I enjoyed The Kite Runner. Some paragraphs made me stop and wipe away imaginary tears, tears that could have been there if I were more sensitive, but I'm not. It was more like the Dan reaction when something big happens...the "whoa, whoa!" (shoulders raise just a tad, head vigorously looking from side to side etc.) y'all know what I'm talking about. So...that's never a bad thing.
I've been on the move lately, traveling from bachelor party to bachelor party, wedding to wedding. I have to say, this is the busiest summer I've ever had! I still have three weddings to attend and lots of air miles to gain. I am realizing this may be the only way the majority of my friends find exposure to my world, and it's good in a sad kind of way. But, I will promise to those who read, every third post will be something incredible...believe me, it's in there. So, keep enjoying your own lives...book reviews, beers you've been drinking, music you think is the shit, babies you've been changing, wives you've been impregnating etc. I think we all want to take a look at what's next.
The Kite Runner was given to me as a gift for being in a friends wedding. As the groom handed me the gift bag filled with three books he said, and I quote: "I know you like to read, so I figured I'd give you a few books that I've enjoyed this past year." Hmmm. Interesting. I was the best man in this wedding. The wedding was two weeks ago and I've already finished The Kite Runner.
To summarize:
1) Afghanistan history 2) Complete depravity of the hero throughout childhood and adult life
3) Realization of depravity within himself, and knowledge it's not limited to himself 4) Selfless acts can lead to self redemption (philosophical, I know, I don't want to get into it).
I enjoyed The Kite Runner. Some paragraphs made me stop and wipe away imaginary tears, tears that could have been there if I were more sensitive, but I'm not. It was more like the Dan reaction when something big happens...the "whoa, whoa!" (shoulders raise just a tad, head vigorously looking from side to side etc.) y'all know what I'm talking about. So...that's never a bad thing.
I've been on the move lately, traveling from bachelor party to bachelor party, wedding to wedding. I have to say, this is the busiest summer I've ever had! I still have three weddings to attend and lots of air miles to gain. I am realizing this may be the only way the majority of my friends find exposure to my world, and it's good in a sad kind of way. But, I will promise to those who read, every third post will be something incredible...believe me, it's in there. So, keep enjoying your own lives...book reviews, beers you've been drinking, music you think is the shit, babies you've been changing, wives you've been impregnating etc. I think we all want to take a look at what's next.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
I am officially a Boston Celtics fan
Sadly, Kevin Garnett was traded today to the Boston Celtics. I have never been a Timberwolves fan, I've never been a Kevin McHale fan either. Personally, I think KG deserves a championship team to play with and with Peirce and Allen on the same team...I give them a 99.9% chance of winning the NBA Championship. I began to like the Detroit Pistons, but those days are over. Celtics are the team of the future. Believe me.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Weekend Update
What an amazing Saturday. I cannot think of anything finer than the sun baked Malibu beach. I spent about 3 hours on the said beach allowing the sun to kiss my whole body at once. I interrupted the suns make out session a few times by jumping into the ocean to cool myself down a bit. Apparently the sun wasn't enough for a few persons around me, they thought they should make out and spite the sun's affection (people can be rude). Made the drive down the coast and headed easterly where movie stars are said to be, I haven't really seen any movie stars in Hollywood, accept for this one time, I saw this dude walking on Hollywood Blvd. in front of that Asian theater. Anyway, Cemetery Screenings was a blast, saw this movie while drinking beers and wines and munching on chips and hummuses. There were claps, shushes, ducks, and about 3,000 individuals sprawled out on the lawn inviting the moon to begin with it's less intense make out session. I smoked the tabbac, while others smoked some funky skunky smelling tabac that tickled my nose. Ended the evening with an overlook of downtowny LA. That was my magnificent Saturday.
Began the morning of Sunday with water and sauerkraut; don't know why the kraut was the winning food item for the morning, but it was. Cruised pool side at the sista's house and bbqed up sweet meats. Was in the mood to hang out with this dude, but he was out of towny which made me sad for about two seconds. "What am I going to do?" I asked myself; (I think it's important to be prepared for any situation and have a plan to execute at all times) so what did I do in spite of being without company? I executed my "always never bad idea and always in good form" plan of drinking beers, but not just any beers, really really good beers from Belgium and other European countries. Where does one do such a thing you might ask? Well, my fav. is the Lucky Baldwiny type place, so I went there. Alone. Called up this dude, and text this dude and this dude but no dice. So as the evening got underway, I sat on the patio amongst others, drinking a very very cold beer and called this dude. Talked with that dude over two beers and a few tabac sticks; we worked through the ins and outs of my awesomeness and how I was going to meet one of these tonight and just be rocking my "I'm a confident successful male who looks and dresses nicely, because that's how the ladies like it" vibe. How does one do that? I began by calling the one who birthed me. During the talkie talkie time, I noticed something/someone in my peripheral walking toward my bar, going to sit in said bar and drink beers on my patio and blow smoke in my air. Immediately my tabac smoked cooler, chair posture sleeker, phone call funnier. I was having the time of my life, but my heart was pumping way too fast, so, I slowly finished my tasty beer, took a final drag of my smoke and hung up the phone. I could've left right then, but I wasn't ready to leave, I was enjoying my time with my beers and my "I'm a confident successful male who looks and dresses nicely, because that's how the ladies like it" vibe; so I ordered another tasty tasty beer. That's when the before mentioned something/someone approached my table to say hi and give hugs. Yada yada yada yada...turns out my not girlfriend had pretty much a ton of this to say, so I simply kept my vibe, continued with the convo. and I executed my "always never a bad idea and always in good form" plan. After an hour of this, my not girlfriend finally left the bar so I could continue with my "I'm a confident successful male who looks and dresses nicely cause that's how the ladies like it" vibe and meet some females and get to the beer drinking and tabac smoking.
The Finale:
1 table
4 chairs
4 beers
1 Billy
3 not Billy's gender
1 more contact for my phone
fin...and fin
Began the morning of Sunday with water and sauerkraut; don't know why the kraut was the winning food item for the morning, but it was. Cruised pool side at the sista's house and bbqed up sweet meats. Was in the mood to hang out with this dude, but he was out of towny which made me sad for about two seconds. "What am I going to do?" I asked myself; (I think it's important to be prepared for any situation and have a plan to execute at all times) so what did I do in spite of being without company? I executed my "always never bad idea and always in good form" plan of drinking beers, but not just any beers, really really good beers from Belgium and other European countries. Where does one do such a thing you might ask? Well, my fav. is the Lucky Baldwiny type place, so I went there. Alone. Called up this dude, and text this dude and this dude but no dice. So as the evening got underway, I sat on the patio amongst others, drinking a very very cold beer and called this dude. Talked with that dude over two beers and a few tabac sticks; we worked through the ins and outs of my awesomeness and how I was going to meet one of these tonight and just be rocking my "I'm a confident successful male who looks and dresses nicely, because that's how the ladies like it" vibe. How does one do that? I began by calling the one who birthed me. During the talkie talkie time, I noticed something/someone in my peripheral walking toward my bar, going to sit in said bar and drink beers on my patio and blow smoke in my air. Immediately my tabac smoked cooler, chair posture sleeker, phone call funnier. I was having the time of my life, but my heart was pumping way too fast, so, I slowly finished my tasty beer, took a final drag of my smoke and hung up the phone. I could've left right then, but I wasn't ready to leave, I was enjoying my time with my beers and my "I'm a confident successful male who looks and dresses nicely, because that's how the ladies like it" vibe; so I ordered another tasty tasty beer. That's when the before mentioned something/someone approached my table to say hi and give hugs. Yada yada yada yada...turns out my not girlfriend had pretty much a ton of this to say, so I simply kept my vibe, continued with the convo. and I executed my "always never a bad idea and always in good form" plan. After an hour of this, my not girlfriend finally left the bar so I could continue with my "I'm a confident successful male who looks and dresses nicely cause that's how the ladies like it" vibe and meet some females and get to the beer drinking and tabac smoking.
The Finale:
1 table
4 chairs
4 beers
1 Billy
3 not Billy's gender
1 more contact for my phone
fin...and fin
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