New Location

So in the torrent of life's changes I often get swept along in a direction that seems to make little or no sense, but as it usually happens with a deal of ease I go along for the ride. One such example of this is that I am now typing this blog from San Angelo Texas....... Yes, any one who has known me for an extended bit of my life is either staring slack jawed at that last sentence, or laughing at my misfortune, but do let me explain..
So I left NYC behind my with a slight shrug of sadness because, lets face it, does anyone really like living in NYC? I mean, Anyone? I hoped on the bus headed to Boston to give it a final once over before heading to completely uncharted territory (in my mind at least) I had to have one of those majestic burritos from Anna's before completely turning my back on the whole state. Really, those tasty burritos are the single saving grace of that entire city, any way from Boston I hoped on a plane and began the great relocation.
I have flown a bit in my time and I rather enjoy it to be honest. Kind of exciting zipping through the air that fast and with that much ease. Granted due to my recent addiction to "LOST" I do board plans secretly hoping to crash on a deserted island (fingers crossed) The itinerary for this trip was a pretty simple one; Boston to DC, then on to San Antonio by way of somewhere in Georgia.
The first leg was quite easy, apart from the minor headache I developed from a tooth issue (more on that later perhaps) it went on swimmingly. It was just a short hop, about an hour and a half I believe. And wonderfully the plane to which I was to transfer was going to be in the adjacent gate at the Washington DC airport, which is nice because I do hate running from one end of the airport to the other with merely seconds to spare. Granted I did have almost a full hour until my next flight but that is besides the point. So I wait and then board onto my final plane, not my final flight mind you just the last plane. I will say, as we were taking off from the airport in DC I got a wonderful view of The Pentagon and I couldn't help my self from thinking "The damage doesn't look as bad from out side"
So the plan was for the plane to go to Georgia, all the passengers would get off and new ones would re-board and then it would continue to San Antonio. I was one of the lucky 5 or six that got both legs of the plane's trip. They did give me the option to stay on the plan at the changeover, but i had to find some pain pills as my head was literally throbbing from my tooth ache. fortunately they had some extra strength Tylenol at one of those "Book Stores" ugh, I hate what passes for "books" these days. Although I will say that for some reason I always am drawn into those little shops for some reason or another. anywho
With a higher concentration of acetaminophen in my blood i re-boarded the plane for a final time and swiftly fell asleep to the random tunings of my "ZEN." I love that thing. I awoke as we were apparently descending into my destination. I also love when you sleep away a 3 plus hour flight. Especially since my favorite part of flying is the bit where you slowly stop flying. I like watching the ground come up to meet me. Even more so is I'm flying into a place I have never been before. Unfortunately there was some amazing cloud cover and I could not make out a single thing from my window. Even the clouds themselves were seamless and indiscernible from each other. It really was more like fog white out. But the captain assured us that we were making our final decent which usually means 45 minutes to half an hour and your on the tarmac. I was a bit saddened by this. I would miss my favorite part.
A few time i was convinced that we had actually touched down as the plane preformed maneuvers similar to "right before landing" But then as I had given up hope of seeing anything, the clouds broke. I caught a glimpse of green. Green?! Good, the rumours were wrong. Then we shot back into the clouds for a bit as if the pilot changed his mind. This repeated a few times before finally brushing the white off completely and coming in for real. We were already quite close to the ground so I missed out on my favorite plane game "Squish all of humanity with your fingers!" and much to my distress, the young boy behind me kept kicking my seat and matter-of-factly informing his parents that "we are definitely crashing." We did not in fact crash though. At least not in the flaming wreckage and death way. We did "Land" quite hard and at a rate that would have killed most naked living things but that becomes a semantic debate that I'm not about to get into.
The moral of this story being that I am now living in Texas. And the outlook is not as bleak as you might expect. The rumours are in fact not true, desolation is not the only thing that is "Big" in Texas, and Tylenol Extra Strength Quick Dissolving Gel Caps are not filled with gel, and the do not work in the slightest.

Workout - Work-out

Well I achieved my goal yesterday, i was able to get up early enough to go running. Those shoes are pretty spectacular, sure beats running in skater shoes. I found a really good place to practice some parkour. At least balance and concentration. Basically i just climbed around on stuff like a monkey for about an hour. it was pretty fun. So after that i ran back home, it's about a half hour run from my house to where i was at. I got back home and stretched out, i realized that the after-run -stretch is one of the most relaxing thing. After this I learned some parts on the piano, and got dropped from the band i have been playing with for the past 5 months or so. So i spent the rest of the day trying to figure out where i stand in the other aspects of my life. And trying to figure out what i'm going to do with myself. Looks like i'm headed to Texas, but i think i will be going by Utah to see my parents and some friends befor i head off to another question mark in my life. I fear it is that time in my life where i have to "put away childish things" a.k.a Dreams.

New routine

Lately i have been going to bed around 6 am, and waking up between 1-3 pm. I have no good excuse for this. It isn't like I'm out at parties or running loose in the street. Usually i am just sitting alone in my room watching random Internet videos. As funny as YouTube can be, i feel i need to change a few things in my life. Starting by getting a sleep schedule that gives me a bit more day-time hours to work with.
Today when I got up I decided to walk uptown into Brooklyn to do a little shopping. I got some pens for writing, some superglue for a soundproofing project that i have been working on (only to find out later that you cant glue Styrofoam to itself with super glue, don't try it!) but the main thing i got were some new running shoes. I went looking for some specific shoes, i was looking for these:

the K-Swiss "Ariake" about 100.00 the reason i wanted these shoes is that they are made specially for Parkour running. For more on that click this link: CLICK HERE Basically i am wanting to start working out again, and this stuff is fun. Any way i walked into a shoe store that was supposed to carry k-Swiss, but they didn't have any in stock. i decided that since i had walked about a mile and a half to get there i might as well see what they had in stock. after looking for a while i found a good pair that were flexible, with good traction, lightweight, and snug. The problem being that they only had one colour in my size, so i walked home with these shoes for 99.99After trying them on in the store i knew they would work out well. I then walked home thinking the whole way that i would just re-paint them when i got there. when i got home i opened them to do just that. Usually i have this habit of buying things, then as soon as i get home with my new purchase i find all the stuff i hate about it and wish i hadn't gotten it in the first place. But as i pulled out my new sneakers from the box, for the first time in my life i realized that i quite liked what i bought. I put them on again and went up on our roof to work out with them. I now sit panting and sweaty to do this blog just to say that sometimes, if a store does not have what you want, they might have what you need. So don't give up.
I plan to go to bed early tonight and get up early tomorrow and start running and training on a regular basis, we'll see how that goes though.

Bird signs

For a reasonable time of my life (7 Years) I lived in a unique place called Cedar City UT.
Notable for many reasons, 2 of which I am about to dive into. The first being that is a pleasant mixture of culture and arts and has a relatively good mix of personalities (despite the local opinion) The second being not as pleasant, but certainly worth mention, is the fact that it is always windy there. The common joke amongst the natives is that the town on one end sucks, and the town on the other side of the city blows. the real reason being that the city is in a valley between two mountain ranges that form a natural wind tunnel with the Cedar City being right in the center. The lasting result is constant wind ranging from a heavy breeze to gusts that steal your belongings from your house and throw them into your neighbors yard. Sometimes you step outside afraid that the wind will carry you away. Any way, it was on one of those really windy days that i witnessed one of the most interesting things in my life thus far at least, i guess 23 years isn't really that long.
I was sitting on the balcony of my apartment smoking a cigarette. It is amazing the weather one will endure to smoke a cigarette. If we could apply that resolve to other facets of life, just imagine the things that could get done. Anyway, as i was nearing the final drag i noticed a bird take off from a nearby tree and attempt to fly straight in to the wind. The resulting effect was a bird in suspended animation, apart from the furiously beating wings. It hung there like an awkward statement that you make at a respectable dinner party. After about a full minute or so of this i noticed another bird coming in the opposite direction. gliding on the current with the wind direction, gracefully swooping and gliding casually.
I then noticed with a great deal of comic relief for my view of the struggling bird, that the larger bird veered it's course and whizzed right by the stagnant one, doing buzz by that would make the USAF blush, as if to say "This is much easier, Idiot!"
The other bird continued to struggle but fell back a few feet as if to say "This usually works, i have done it hundreds of times, any second no I'll move forward... Maybe?" After a few more seconds though, the bird gave up and changed direction and abruptly shot back into his original tree to rethink his life. The whole ordeal was quite fascinating and made me think about human behavior.

New Direction for my blogs

     So this is meant to be a random assortment of my thoughts from day to day as I see and interpret the world around me, or at least my perceived surroundings.  Hopefully I can shed light on things with a child like observance comparative to the razor best wielded by Ockham. I heard it said that as a child the world makes sense. I disagree. I think to a child the things that adults do make anything but sense, and as we grow older we become accustom to the bazaar and unnatural (if I dare use such a phrase) until they become common place.  I wish we could teach children to write at birth, they would probably be able to point out the most obvious ways to make the world not suck.

   I have personally tried to put off the "getting comfortable with what i know is wrong or not working" feeling, but i realize that i have not been very successful.  The following will hopefully shape into a collective of things that show a remembrance of a time when I too had the childish awareness and ability to see why things don't make sense.

  And now for a short list of my hopes:

   I hope that I might do something of note that may bring at least one person's eye to these pages.  Also I hope that if for some reason this is ever to be read aloud in public or an audio book or something of that nature, it will be done by someone who is British.  Anything even mildly satirical seems to loose its power and effect if not heard in a proper British dialect.  At least if nothing else, years from now as senility creeps in, I can read back on this and think "hmmm, this guy is kind of clever.  But he does drag on and on."

Whats New?

Ok so I'm just going to jump on in. It is 4:50 pm on a Thursday. I just got home from work. I'm covered in grease, oil, and other substances with unknown origins. Working in a copper extruding factory shows me the real difference between "Dirt" and "Filth." The latter is the worst. Honestly, the grime under my nails will not come out! Any way,
I'm sitting here in the cold with a few things on my mind:
First: I am wondering how much longer i am going to be here (Utah). The reasoning behind this is as follows. In the world of entertainment it's all about who you know. And i know this guy.:
Brian Penny is the Guy who basically showed me what it is to really play the guitar. And also he demonstrated what REAL music is. a few years ago he moved to Boston to be co-producer and guitarist for the band"Bone Gunn"
( http://www.myspace.com/bonegunn )

Well a few weeks ago Penny calls me up and says "Hey, man. You still playing guitar?"
To which i responded "Yeah"
"Well our other guitar player is dropping out so.... you want to join a rock band?"
that was a gross simplification but that was the point of it.
so they flew me out there for an audition the first week of January. I met all the guys. They were all chill, like-minded people. Then i came home. the plan now is to keep practicing here and wait till they can afford to move me out there permanent. But it looks like there is more of a chance of me being the "samples guy" for now, which means I'll do all the noise that you can't make with guitars, drums, or vocals. And also i will be a stand in guitar/bass player as needed. With any luck I'll be in Europe on their next tour (which should be around May or June i believe) Doing something like this:
So that is super exciting, except the waiting part, that blows.

All the small things.

So i have had a long time to think on myself lately, Try to figure out who it is that i have been living as for the past 22 years and what it is i will be in the future. In doing so i have discovered many odd and wonderfull things about myself. Included in which is the secret to life (or atlest mine). now while i let the suspense build i must change directions.
This week i have been in the process of moving all my earthly possetions to a new house, which is stellar, anddiscovering that it is fun to go through all your belongings. I have been stumbling across all sorts of forgotten nick-naks. Mostly photos of myself at strange and relativly embarassing points of my life.
And another fun new thing is that i cut the ol' mop off my head and went from this.. To something a little more like this...

Which is fun cause most of the people i interact with on a day to day basis keep on confusing me with a complete strangers. Although i was kind of going for the 'Jesus' look. For those of you who don't have a good imagination alow me to demonstrate my poor Photoshop skills.
So basically i have been getting lots of second glances, which i love! And that brings me to my original thing, the secret of life. I think it is all about all of the small things in life. They get me through the day and give me hope that something may be steering this crazy bus. some of the small things that keep me saine:
Second glances
Exact Change
Pull-through Parking spots
Old People Swearing (what do you say to that?)
Head Shots
Mint ToothPicks
These are but a few of the things that i enjoy, mostly cause i don't plan on them, they just seem to happen across my trail. Keep me on my toes and such. any way, it is time for me to go to bed.