all i want for x-mas

is an old truck tire w/o steel cables and some buckskin. nylon tie-downs would be nice too, but i think i can scrounge some up in my surroundings.

with those i could make a pair of moccasins, tire scandals to keep the moccasins from wearing out/dry (and i'd be able to climb in them) and i could make some tire stomp pads and a nylon leash for my old board so i can ride it suburban surf style. hell yeah. ooh! and a poncho!

New Thoughts/Way of Thinking?

I’m not enlightened, but I’m trying to understand enlightenment. Enlightenment doesn’t seem to be a realization, nor does it appear to be a process. Neither a journey nor a destination, but linked to the two. Understanding. Standing. Overstanding. Intra/interstanding? Holonistic? How can I try to explain when the language doesn’t exist? Demonstratively, I’ll try.

How often do we hear the old cliché, “It’s not the destination that matters, but the journey?” Often, but the more I am exposed to that idea the less it seems to explain. And we never ask follow up questions for nuance. We don’t ask, “Is it the journey itself that matters?” or “Is it that we went on a journey that matters?” or “Is it what we experienced on said journey that matters?” Indeed, is it all of those and more that matter? Even then we would be left with an incomplete picture.

Then there’s the idea of enlightenment being some sort of transcendence: The Buddha who transcended desire or the Christian united with their creator. These are just a holon that comes at the end of the journey though – again, we’re left with model that is lacking.

If the journey and the destination themselves aren’t accurately, metaphorically representative of enlightenment then what is? Perhaps your feet? One can have feet but not motivation to use them. But the will that drives the use of feet can just as easily decide to remain still. Would that be meditation? Or intellectual-materialism? These things I can’t answer.

What I can say is everything is everything. It all boils down to one something. One universe, one illusion, one world, one love, one mind, one… And there’s no way of knowing if it’s cyclical like a circle/sphere, or infinitely ever-changing/uncontained, or a failure of our 4 dimensional thought prevent us from finding accurate representation.

From what I can tell though (in inaccurate language), enlightenment is trying to understand. In that sense, Buddhism is not trying to come to terms with death, but to understand it, by contemplating that still, silent, empty, absence of the void.

Henry Ferwyfer is The Paper Poncho

Where are my beans? They're on a trapeze
Darling please, read the sneeze
Don't eat that Steve, you'll die!
Wondering why I'm high as the sky
no more

Toady is as toady was today
...



In other news, beer with espresso is gross, don't drink that Steve!

New Testament & Space Colonization

I don't have anything tying the two together. I'm reading the New Testament. I'm not done with Matthew yet and finishing might not happen because I run across things like this:

"Beware of practicing your piety before others in order to be seen by them; for then you have no reward from your Father in heaven." Matthew 6.1

"Everyone therefor who acknowledges me before others, I also will acknowledge before my Father in heaven;" Matthew 10.32

At first read, these seem to be completely contradictory - in order to make sense of this I have to start reinterpreting the rules that came before and play games of semantics. Here's where I have a problem: Matthew has just said Jesus has given a bunch of rules and none of them was say my name to others. Furthermore, whenever he cured someone's afflictions he would tell them to not tell others. Faith alone was only enough when he was around. Once Jesus dies, it takes putting his wisdom into practice to get into heaven. Herein lies my complaint: to make sense of 10.32 I have to say that that just means saying you believe in Jesus. The problem with that is the good news of Jesus comes with his message... Maybe Matthew will clear up this confusion (probably due to postmortem editing at the Council of Nicaea), but I doubt it seeing as Matthew hasn't yet referenced his prior writing.

And for the other unrelated part of this post: I want to be a pioneer. I want to go travel off the planet. So I want to become a colonist on the Luna or Mars. That would be so fucking sweet.

Peace.

A Quote

“Everybody thought Barack Obama was going to [inspire people] when he came to Washington, but, you know, the Senate seems like the place where smart people go to die.”
- Jon Stewart

huzzah, i did something

I just did two of my favorite things: chalk up pavement and piss people off (the latter part will come later - i'll have a fun morning watching people complain).

get up, stand up, rise, get enlightened, get high

Don’t feel much like war or poetry.

Why lie, I’m getting by, but unhappy. There’s so much that can be done to change that. Some goals though, require climbing insurmountable mountains like Everest, it’s doable, but I never will summit the peak. And so apathy is the logical course. Taking on the weight of the world and doing nothing – that’s me, unhappy and fine. Strength is weakness.

The closest I get to letting fall my tears is when I yawn. The apathy is what gets me, I’m too self-centered. Humility displayed is fake; it lacks decency, so I turn to gruffness. To be off-putting is to hide my vulnerabilities and to let me continue to be a martyr, for what I don’t even know.

There is no power.

To endure is not enough – perseverance is called for, especially if this is all we get and it can only speed up from here.

From Stuff White People Like

"While you would assume that most white people smoke weed between 14-28 (and act as though they are the first generation to do so), the reality is that white people smoke weed well into old age. They also smoke weed with their kids! This is not a joke. White people love weed so much that they consider it a ‘gift’ to share with their kids. Leading to a generation that was not allowed to watch Power Rangers, but was allowed to toke up."

Message for the Politi Bureau of Paper Poncho

Obama should have pulled out Jesus after McCain went on about America being the greatest good in the world. That would have been epic and would have won my vote. And "What do you mean, THAT ONE?" Someone needs to tell that honky to shut up.

OMG INTERTRONZ

I suppose a decent amount of time has elapsed since the last time I wrote for this blog. While I like to keep a good thing going, the party has got to stop some time, so I chose now. And I don’t have much at all to say.

My roommates bought a kitten. Adorable.

It amazes me how many kids who dumpster dive are straight edge. They’re probably liars. Finding Buddha has been more a struggle than it should be. Persevere.

I really like my Environmental Studies class. Too bad I’ll never be able to get through the science to get into Huxley. Guess I should’ve joined Rugby and D-bagged out.

I can’t wait to watch the VP debate tonight with a bunch of politic nerds. But I’d rather join a punk rock band and make a hell of a lot of noise.

Those last few weeks down south I wanted to get back up here so badly, but this isn’t the sanctuary I remembered.

Milestone

I popped my guitar smashing cherry today.

12:35

Melodramatic whine.

waves on rocks on the beach

Time elapsed, time behooves me to write once again, so I write, but not with form or content in mind; writing for writings sake is the compulsion. This isn’t a block, but thought flowing freely from my finger tips; this isn’t a meditation on the craft, but a masturbatory release. Coherence and structure are lost in this moment. What is written here is comparable to stretching one’s muscles or a platter of appetizers. The mood is not set. I’ll set the mood when I start, this is just a warm-up. It’s all down hill from here. I have nothing but this short distance, a brief spasm of misunderstanding to show for twenty years of breathing.

I feel like my mind is constipated, like there’s something in there, but I can’t push it out. Or maybe I’m just empty inside – empty and longing. Sometimes I worry I don’t have a personality and other times I worry that I do, but he’s just negative and cynical with out many redeeming qualities. I take that back, I don’t worry. Sometimes I dread, but not about things like my recent concerns. What it comes down to, I guess, is that I’ve never asked myself what I would do, or even thought of an answer; sometimes I just do, while others I do nothing. For the most part this has kept me content, but with the distinct flavor of burnt toast (and sour hemp).

There’s nothing quite like the flick of lighter, rumble bubbles, wheeze of intake. And the attitudes that go with it, reverence to nihilence to giggly to detached. The seekers and the searchers join those with the settled in one chill, but revolutionary act. Sometimes released, sometimes grounded, but always the same. Oh how vivid.

How do you drive around _in_ circles?

Ouch

There was a hole in the hose, or if there wasn’t we made one. The lesson here is to follow directions. The price you pay may be a hand. Presently, I’m sitting here thinking of something to do while my dad is at the hospital, possibly getting his hand amputated.

I could keep working on the house, but one side is too sunny and the other has some wetness from the washing. I could work out (perhaps should is a better word). Or go to Hempfest. Or wait – better yet I should try to make something happen.

It seems that every time my mom tries to get the family to go to Chelan, someone has to go to the hospital or get hurts pretty severely. While that’s terrible, I don’t want to go. The parallels are uncanny. UNCANNY.

Edit: Surgery is still a possibility but there will be no amputation.

Kushion

Why is it that I accomplish more when I bake in the mornings, even if that leads to a later start in my days? Caulking has dragged by, but in just a few hours I killed the bees and banged out most of the priming in just a few hours. If I wake up early tomorrow I can finish the prep on all the reachable stuff before Andy comes to town, or I can work out (which is an attractive option because I haven’t been doing shit in that department since I ate the asphalt).

I’ll be done by the end of next week easily and once again, I’ll be doing nothing. That’s O.K. because I’m a huge narcissist. If only you knew. I drink myself in for breakfast.


Not much to report. My bad. ! Holy shit, I just heard an explosion!

I'm not a strict vegetarian anymore. I still choose not to eat meat, but if I were to sit down to a meal and my hosts served me some meat, I'd eat some (not that I'd be happy about it). Seafood is still too scary to eat, even if fish grow locally.

There was a meteor shower last night and now I feel realignment in the cosmos. Things shift toward equilibrium.

Tomorrow brings a new piece.

you were so young

I Embrace My Nuts

I think I’ll start off with a rant to the person who made a three point turn in the middle of the road not even ten feet away from a cul-de-sac they could have turned down: You’re stupid.

Now I’ll rant about painting my parent’s house: the thing is fucking huge, why the hell did I decide to give it a full prep? My caulking fingers are getting torn up and I still have more than a side to go. Next I have to prime with A-100. Fuck that shit. How the hell am I going to get the can up to the knotholes when it doesn’t have anything to hold it with? Way to design your can assholes. Also I need a taller ladder to hit the peaks and there’s a ton of shit in my way making finishing the prep work impossible. With just my thoughts and music to keep me company progress has been incredibly slow. And I have to get rid of the bees, but they have just as much a right to live there as I do to paint it. I will paint no more houses forever.

Withdrawals are a bitch. And it hasn’t even been three days? HAHAHAHAHAHA sick.

Now that that’s out of the way, I’m going up to Bham tomorrow to finally sign the lease. And I’m going to clean Noname and The Mini. There’s something therapeutic about that. I like the smell of the formula.

Yesterday Alexandra and I saw a movie (Orson Welles take on Shakespeare’s Henry the IV, Falstaff Chimes at Midnight. The cinematography was epic; there were no frames that could not have been stand alone pictures. But I don’t like all the cuts to the dialogue he had to make). It had been over a month (I think) since we last saw each other. That’s way too long – especially since I don’t really do anything and my attempts to change that have failed. And there was a rainbow over Capital Hill!

Follow the music.

This Will Enrich Your Life

I don’t know what to write on this lamp lit evening. I’m sitting on a couch with ma kitteh. I haven’t been doing much of anything to be proud of – not much of anything to be more precise. I started prepping my parent’s house to be painted. Doing this job alone with out a sprayer is going to be crushing.

My cat fell asleep by me, but now she’s smacking her lips. What gives cat? What gives?

Writer’s block is seldom cured by reading. I’m going to try to write something everyday from now on, although I know this isn’t the first time writing everyday has been resolved.

This is pointless. I don’t even know why I’m going to point it. Blogging is stupid. No one cares what I think or what I write. America is a land of lonely people all narrowly focused on their own little lives – so self absorbed we Americans are that we think our opinions matter so we voice them. This volume falls on the un-wanting.

Unfulfilling.

The End of the Universe?

Did Bri Wi just bring up the military-industrial complex? NBC's evening news anchor? Holy Shit.

Root of All Evil

After listening to Patton Oswald, I've decided to make his point for him, but in truth, I'm wondering how degenerative this can be. RICK ROLLED! Combined with vlog entry and foreshadowing; patton oswald is a funny man. Shit.

These are the Thoughts that will Keep Me Awake Tonight

It’s hard for me to fathom causality sometimes. There are those who say (determinists) that the laws of the universe can lead to only one course of events, which is as plausible a belief as god. But that’s not what I want to talk about. Freewill, that’s what’s on my mind. I don’t understand why, people chose to kill when they have the choice not to. Why do people romanticize war? How can someone become so deranged to blow themselves up? We have the capacity to treat everyone with compassion, but instead we choose this imperfection, glaring as it is. Are we afraid of failure, afraid of trying to make the world a better place? Does the knowledge that we will never reach Utopia, that we will inevitably fall short of our ideals, drive us to nihilistic passions in the absurd hope that something better waits for us on the other side? Maybe we’re just all insane and a little bit of medicine is all we need.

I'm just a monkey sitting here beating my head instead of my sistren and brethren. How can I convince them to do the same, to throw the detonator off the ferry? Such stubborn brutes we all are! We'd rather persist in our delusions than to evolve. With the advances in medicine and the changes in society, might we be turning back evolution?

P.S. 'twas sitting behind the set and a bat flew by.

I Want to Write a Love Letter

I sit here a few days gone by with out writing, a few days of lapsed resolution. While there are valid excuses for most of my current shortcomings, it would be insincere to say that everything has been done to accomplish my goals. There is still more. This imbalance between ambition and industry will be brought to equilibrium.

It is, at times, astounding how resilient people can be to nuance, but equally disturbing is the realization of one’s own close minded attitudes. The struggle for purity is a futile effort – purity, if it ever exists, is an innate trait and can not be achieved by even the most diligent observances. As the lion smashes the gold scaled dragon “Thou Shalt,” “I Will” yields to moderation as the wisest course and thus a child is born. With that child there is power to create. The man I want to be is a child.

In this light Shambhala looks more promising – I could follow the path of the gentle warrior. But I fear practice could amount to nothing more than attending a self help seminar with its own brand of delusions; isn’t anything that isn’t self-destructive a form of self help? Why do those words carry such a despised connotation?

Now it turns out I won’t be going to the zoo to see the animals, Andrew Bird, and Alexandra, which is a shame – I was really looking forward to this. On the subject of music I have this to say: Normally I wouldn’t consider listening to a folk band anyone sent me, let alone my mother. She and I rarely share similar tastes in music and too often “folk” bands are unskilled “jam” bands. That being said, my mom sent me a link to Abigail Washburn and I’m very impressed. When civilization grinds to a halt we’ll be making more music much like she does now. You can check out her music here: http://www.myspace.com/abigailwashburn

Black Top Arga Warga

Long boarding is hella fun – I could dive into it with out hesitation. Unfortunately Bellingham isn’t the sunniest of towns. One Clubhouse Lane drew some blood from me today and my wrist is a bit sore so you’ll have to forgive me for typing slow tonight. Sorry for bleeding all over you stuff Fred! This is going to put my work outs on a pause, but that’s not the end of the world. I’ll still be losing weight, just not getting in shape.

I’ll be doing some volunteer work for Marko soon. I need to hear from his campaign manager, but it sounds like I’ll really be able to help out. Tomorrow I’m going to start looking into his career in depth so I can talk about his accomplishments in the legislature (other than his conservationist voting record that drew me to his campaign).

You’re either dog frendy or dog et (arga warga). Puppies are so cute – a little, excited black lab pup reminded me today that I should bring Riddley Walker over to Fred so he can understand the references I make (most of my title is an homage to Riddley). One of my goals in life is to spread the book to as many people as I can (mostly guys though, generally women can’t understand it on the same level – not because females are somehow inferior to males (it is arguable that it is male inferiority to female provides the energy for this gendered understanding)).

Its disappointing that Andy was too busy to come up today. Fred is working Sunday so the three of us probably won’t be able to kick it together then either. Is this what life is going to be like? Will we just be working and trying to make time for our friends, which will happen less and less frequently as we start families? I hope not.

Strong Beginning

Another great day comes to an end. I did everything I set out to do except drive, but that was made up for by being more outgoing at the barbeque than I have been in a long time. After waking up I had a long chat with Patrick instead of working out – I was too tired from yesterday’s which was more intense than it should have been (Ha! I’m not seventeen anymore!). The driving practice didn’t happen because he took the car and I will never get behind the wheel of his beastly rig. Once he left I sent an email to Marko Liias and cleaned the house before my work out which was shorter than I would have liked, but I was pressed for time.

The barbeque was much better than expected. I still remember most everyone’s names and I got to see some people I haven’t seen in too long, namely Greg, Christina, Liz and Lindsey. I guess there’s not a whole lot to say except it was pretty chill and I miss larger gatherings of people (especially when they’re not socially lubricated). Christina’s garden burgers were pretty tasty; I’m going to need to ask her what brand they are. Also, I’ve seen all of the Blues Brothers now, just not all in one sitting.

Andy is no longer somewhere that is not the face of the Earth! And we're going to kick it tomorrow! I'm so excited!

From Frivolousness You Came

It’s been said that there are no coincidences; all things are meant to happen. The implicit fatalism of that suggestion doesn’t sit well with me, but I fully endorse this aspect of it: our observations which seem to randomly coincide with our life are not out of the ordinary. When we set our minds to task, our analytic powers will draw associations between our experiences – unexpected or unconscious associations often are coined as coincidences. I can see where the fatalist/meaningful sentiment of coincidences come from. While seeking answers or a path and we receive a sign, we don’t realize that sign is really a coincidence. How often do we hear the cliché, “The answer was with you all along?” Our subconscious ability to draw associations which manifest themselves as coincidences must be one of the driving forces of divine inspiration.

How is this relevant to me?

Spring quarter was meant to be my break, a time where I could engage in fun and frivolousness; the summer I planned to work. That’s not what happened. I’ve been home about a month now and aside from some chores, I haven’t worked at all. This complete absence of responsibility has allowed for debauchery, but more than that it has allowed for an epiphany if you will. Free from the hustle and bustle of attending classes and holding a job, I’ve been able to sit on a rock and catch my breath and asses my direction. This breather has made me ready to travel down a trail of growth and maturity. I’m still a boy, but I’m ready to lead myself, immerse myself in things bigger than myself and attempt to make the world a better place for others: I’m ready to start becoming a man. I’ve had the ability to for a long time now – that test was met bending oars, but I’ve lacked the courage and discipline.Not anymore - I've seen the signs.

Tomorrow I will wake up early, exercise, call or email Marko Liias and become more proficient at driving, and finally head to Greenlake for a barbeque. Any free time between those will be spent learning to play guitar (thanks again Fred, but I’m ashamed to say I haven’t touched Freaking Old Man since you lent him to me).

Brandon, Autumn and I delivered our applications for the apartment. The place is sweet – not only is it bigger than we know what to do with it, but the kitchen is incredible; its fully stocked with a refrigerator, oven, stove, and dishwasher, but because of its walkthrough design it also has a bar and saves a ton of space. The bedrooms are also fairly large. Since we’re in a corner on the top floor, we’ll be able to use our porch for smoking purposes…and then we can head down to the pool and go for a swim! It’s a dream come true!

Last but not least, I’m excited to see Andrew Bird at the zoo with Alexandra. I think I’m really going to enjoy it. Andrew Bird’s music is unique and the songs I listened to were pretty jam-y, so hopefully I’ll have even more music to get into. Did I mention it’s at the zoo? I haven’t been there in ages – I can’t wait to see the animals.
I just can’t wait.

Mindful Resolve

Last night I was playing Diablo and awoke to what I was (not) doing. I was distracted from my chosen path - instead of working out or building up a resume, I was playing games. Video games are fun initially, but that fun gives way to an absence of experience. Add that to my addictive personality and I won't have time to invest in volunteer work or music. So I’ve stopped and I’m not going to play Diablo III when it comes out. Jamming and boarding will occupy my time. Fred getting a long board has made me more interested in getting one for myself (I was already intrigued by John Ock's passion and that of the long boarding Rasta kids of 06'-07').

I’m thinking of picking up a history minor so I can be qualified to be a Washington state park ranger. It will only take a few classes and I liked history back in high school. The physical test that rangers have to pass is anything but. jump fifteen inches? please. If I fail in my quest to work for Mike Stoner I’ll try to get a job as a park aid next summer, but its too late to get one for this summer.

Nearly completed is a letter I was writing to Anna, but I’ve neglected to finish it and now most of it is obsolete. I feel rude and should write to her within the next week.

I don't want to make to do/goals list, but I need the motivation. Here it is: start working out again, eat better, cook more, write Anna, contact Marko Liias, read, paint some houses.

More Rewards

Taking my time and being quite thorough with this cleaning has rewarded me with $100. Too bad it’s in one bill, but I don't think UGB will mind.

I’ve been looking up on Vipassana meditation techniques and I've realized I practice mindfulness in my day to day things already.

Miska's Song

While cleaning out my closet in my parent’s house I found this:

They never thought
He’d die alone
He died so young
They didn't know
The pain was crucial
Not too great
But he knew about his fate
He lived his life, very fun
He loved the food; he loved the sun
He never knew, how to spell hit
And he didn't make it

Chorus:
He never lived to see freedom
About six years he saw the sun
He only got, a stomachache
When he ate chocolate cake
The world was his, he thought too much
Of other people who weren't tough
He couldn't wait, till he could see
How un-lonely it would be

They never knew, he was so dead
He got whacked upside the head
The leather bludgeon, it was there
It must've gotten too much air
Peter, leader wanted revenge
On the director had not changed

Chorus

Peter climbed upon a pole
The director he was cold
Peter scared he ran away
But he might be here today
Miska, now he's in a halt
Please tell peter this is not his fault…

…

Oh Science, memories.

You Can Call Me Doug

I just caught the tail end of a committee on TVW. State politics are where it’s at. I need to fill some apps out, but I'm writing here and loading the next episode of heroes. The jury's still out regarding what I'm going to do, but I don't think I'm not looking for a paying job anymore - I'd rather do something like volunteer for Marko Liias. I don't know much of what he stands for (he claims to be a moderate), but looking over the bills he sponsored and his 100% voting record with the league of conservation voters Washington, I shouldn't need to feel too guilty, especially since he's just at the state level.

I'm definitely going to pursue a poli-sci degree along with whichever branch of English I choose. Journalism is still an option, but I haven't taken any journalism classes (not that it matters, precisely one of the English classes I've taken matters). Next Quarter will involve a language 101, Chemistry 101, English 3__, and maybe a poli-sci class. For the language I'm hoping for Chinese, but I could do German again...

With that busy schedule, I hope I'll be able to find some time for weekly sessions at the Bellingham dharma hall. I don't know which school I'm going to practice. What originally attracted me was they offered Vipassana, but Shambhala seems really cool too. Vipassana is a type of meditation so central to an off-shoot of Theravada (the oldest, supposedly more conservative school of Buddhism) that it takes the same name. It’s more accessible to lay people than Theravada. Shambhala incorporates elements of Theravada, Zen, Tibetan Buddhism, and art (including many secular arts). Shambhala also has indie cred (in my eyes at least). I think I'll attend both (and maybe the Soto Zen school too) and see which i like best. Perhaps I'll not be able to chose and practice multiple schools.

I've had a lot more uncharacteristically rage filled outbursts lately. I need to do something meaningful, but more importantly I think I need to get out of here and away from my parents. The problem is this is the perfect place for my studies. I'm looking into writing a bill for proportional representation in the Washington state legislature and hopefully putting it up as an initiative with in the next few years. I should get in contact with the greens (who were endorsed by the Dali Lama).


Edit 1:
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention: the environmental director for the Port of Bellingham is named Mike Stoner.

Edit 2:
After reading up on Shambhala, I'm probably not going to chose it. Vipassana was my original favorite anyways.

I Like Ovid's Portrayal of Pythagoras

Food: rice, banana, nectarine, ice cream, bagel (go ahead, make fun of the way I say "bagel"), Gatorade. It would appear I need to eat more veggies. I started working out again. and I filled out an app. for a job canvassing for signatures. Doug is my future and I won't avoid it. Maybe I should see if I can volunteer for Marko.

Still not sure what I want to do major-wise. English for sure, but do I want to go lit. or creative writing? Creative writing would be cool to pair with journalism, but I'm not the confident in my ability to write creatively. I'm an analyst to my core. Then there will also be poli-sci because I get that. Maybe I should take a history class or something?

You now how I said I was straight? Not so goddamn sure anymore. I reeaaally wish I knew like I did in high school up to sometime last year.

I'm not religious, but there are a lot of things I like about Buddhism and Jain. When I was little my mom showed me this catalogue and there were golden statuettes of a Chinese Buddha, some had blue too. I think I may have learned about Buddha before Jesus, but that doesn't make sense because I went to a Christian pre-school. Thinking back, Jesus may be the fourth Religious figure I can remember learning about; David and Moses could have come first. When I first learned about Jesus I thought a lot of the whole thing was bullshit. Actually my older brother might have shown me pictures of the crucifixion from my dad's bible. Come to think of it, I really didn't like Christianity from the start, which doesn't explain why I believed so fervently in elementary school. Jesus Christ Superstar Maybe? Or is it just a cultural thing? Also been contemplating yoga. funsies.

Should start cooking again. Holiday weekend lasted a little longer than I wanted it to. Must get better at life.

Getting into Sonic Youth was a Good Idea

Damn you Fred for encouraging me to blog here when I was in a suggestible state of mind. I'm still a leach on society with no job - which means no sunglasses anytime soon, but who needs more crap (even useful crap, I have a functioning pair for all I'll be using them for anyways).

I had a thought
looking at a rock

Food journal maybe? Macaroni and cheese (bleh), plum, banana, bean salad, Gatorade, water.

more updating

to do:
[-] learn to drive
[ ] get a job
[X] finalize a place to live next year
[X] clean No Name
[ ] see doctor(s)
[ ] get sunglasses

events:
+ bowlfrog week
- smash bro's "tourney"
+ ichi

things to keep doing:
- drumming
+ working out
- cooking

update

to do:
[ ] learn to drive
[ ] get a job
[X] finalize a place to live next year
[X] clean No Name
[ ] see doctor(s)
[ ] get sunglasses

events:
+ bowlfrog week
- smash bro's "tourney"
+ ichi

things to keep doing:
- drumming
+ working out
- cooking

lists (boring)

to do:
[ ] learn to drive
[ ] get a job
[ ] finalize a place to live next year
[ ] clean No Name
[ ] see doctor(s)
[ ] get sunglasses

events:
- bowlfrog week
- smash bro's "tourney"
- ichi

things to keep doing:
- drumming
- working out
- cooking

resolved.

we ribbit

the frog ribbiting outside of my window has ceased. its unfortunate for techno that kurt cobain wasn't a nerd.

beginning

so this is the northern lights. here we go blogosphere. look out for the bowlfrogs.