Happy turkey turkey gobble gobble!

Just wanted to wish everyone a happy “gorge yourself to sleep” day!


Outlook is Key

I’m having a pretty harsh morning. My alarm didn’t go off, so I had to rush before class. I was a bit hasty in making my coffee, so now I have to deal with grinds in my mug. I have emails that need to be answered, and a research paper that needs to be written. Guh.

I’m late to class and I’m getting dirty looks. All of these minor tragedies are making me want to scream. I open my notebook to vent, and of course it falls to the floor. I pick it up, and I find this note from my friend Kelly. It was in the middle of the book, in a random spot with a hundred blank pages on either side. It read “Outlook is KEY”. This note must have been written a few weeks back. I have no idea her motivation in writing it, nor when she expected me to find this nugget of inspiration. For the last few weeks, I have observed many things that have lead me to believe that the entire universe is connected. This is just another in a series of small revelations. The person who wrote said note once told me, “There is no such thing as random”. I’m starting to believe that. Imagine everything that had to take place in order for me to see this note at the time I that I did.

This happened last week. I would not be the person I am at this moment if things happened any other way. I would have walked away from the spot in which I was sitting at a later time. I would not have gotten to my next class a few minutes early, as I did. In those few minutes I had a conversation with a friend, and we made plans to get together during the weekend. I wouldn’t have had the time to speak to her had I not walked in when I did. While we hung out, we watched a movie I had never heard of before. I really enjoyed the movie, and it made an impression on me. It was definitely something that I will consider as an influence from this point on. Maybe these are minor things. Maybe my life would be exactly the same if I never saw Kelly’s note. Maybe I would have seen the note at another time when I would need it even more. Maybe I would have gotten hit by a car If I walked away any later. What if I’ll get hit by a car tomorrow because of the path I have taken?

Now ask yourself, now that you have read this, what will be different for you? Maybe you won’t get hit by a car, maybe you will. Maybe you will ask me what movie it was, watch it,  and be equally as influenced by it. Maybe it would offend you, or introduce you to an actor you were previously unaware of. Maybe you will be on a game show one day, and the million dollar question will be about that actor. Either way, you will have my friend Kelly to thank….

Good vibrations.

I’m in my convertible, and I’m driving towards the coast. The wind is in my hair and I can feel the setting sun still warm on my back. Something beautiful and perfect is seeping from each of the speakers. Perhaps Miles Davis. The woman in the seat next to me is smoking her cigarette slowly, deliberately. She is waving her hand along with the music, and making rings of her smoke. The rings swirl and float upwards, before being sucked up and pulled out of the car by the wind. Her light hair is pulled into a hasty pony tail. She fits this scene to a tee.

I have no business where we are heading. No pressing matter or concrete plans. I’m not running from anything, or anyone. This is a pure being kind of thing. I’m going to wait until the beach is empty. I’m going to walk down towards the water, to the spot where it just starts to cover over my feet. I’m going to let it wash over me, over and over again. I’m going to let the sand bury my feet, let the earth pull me in towards it’s warm center. I’m going to forget about everything I know. I will close my eyes and stop thinking about my car, my family, work, everything and everyone. I am pure vibrating energy. I am infinite. I love myself and everything that exists. I am at the core of the earth now. I can feel the collective force of every thought that has ever been thought. I can see everything that eyes have seen. I have become the core of the earth now. I am absolute pure fucking being. I am listening to Miles Davis seeping from each of the speakers. She is next to me smoking her cigarette slowly. Her hair is in a hastily thrown together ponytail. I am in my convertible, and I’m driving towards the coast.

The weekend is imminent people…..

Let’s change the way we teach our children.

Meaningful post, as promised:

If something in the water was making you sick, and you were aware of this, logic would kick in and you would stop drinking the water. That’s what you would think anyway. This would not be the case if you were, let’s say, the American educational system. You would just keep on drinking, without a care or worry in the world. Ignore that cramp in your stomach. Don’t mind the vomiting.

What i’m trying to say is that education in this country is broken. We are teaching our children how to be weak followers. Whether this is by neglect or design is open to debate. Our children aren’t being taught how to make any real money. They aren’t being taught how to start a business, or build a house , or much of anything besides how to follow directions. We aren’t teaching them how to make informed, thought out, intelligent decisions. We just equip them with a standard set of actions and responses. Say no to drugs. Don’t touch me there. You know what I mean.

So what can we all do to fix this? It doesn’t seem so tough to me. Let’s listen to the kids. Let’s stop punishing them for being creative and asking questions. Encourage them. Reward them for outside of the box thinking. I’m almost positive that engaging children in this way would be innumerably more beneficial to them than negative reinforcement. Like they say, what goes around comes around. Teaching our children to be curious and caring can only make this a better world to be in.

/end rant 🙂

ok, so I have a final in my English comp class in eight hours.

ciao for now.

Procrastination….Life goals part 1

Things to do before I die.

  • start a religion
  • write a literary masterpiece
  • Get married
  • find god
  • get divorced
  • learn to love myself and others
  • become independantly wealthy
  • be truly shocked by something
  • start a revolution
  • graduate college while still a twenty-something.

If you are able to help me with any of these, I never look a gift horse in the mouth.

A meaningful post is coming within hours, I swear it.

Three important things, that, if the links aren’t clicked, will misrepresent me totally.

Sometimes, there is justice in this world.

Other times, there is not.

But always remember, jesus is watching over us.

More to come…

Gucci fanny pack and my friend the photographer

I heard that phrase yesterday and it made me die a little inside.

Gucci fanny pack. Gucci fanny pack. Gucci fanny pack.

Apparently, you ain’t shit without your Gucci fanny pack.

And in other news….

Check out my friend ShawnMac. I’ve known him for years. He is an excellent photographer and a stone cold gangsta. If you live in the New York metro area and need work, check him out. He is fair and his work is remarkable.As a sidenote, I was present when this picture was taken. That night was as wierd as this picture implies. Do yourself a favor and take a look a the rest of his work because it is all wonderful.

…more at 11.