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.

Ketchup

So i started this whole blogger thing by the instruction of my older sister (check the people i roll with for Jen) and have yet to actually post on it. So here goes. I figure I'll inform all y'all about the messed up stuff that happened to me in the last short while, in readers digest form. Eh hem...
I got a bad case of food poisoning from subway (screw you Jared), which happened shortly after falling at work and messing up my leg pretty bad (see picture) realized that the thing i had been working hardest on for the last 8+ months of my life was both unappreciated, and a complete waste of my time, yet somehow it is still sucking up most of the little free time that i have, Meanwhile I'm juggling the constant fear of imprisonment, exhaustion, abandonment, boredom, and stagnation, while trying to mend broken relationships with my parents, get in contact with old friends, and heal the mistakes I've made in the past.
Needless to say that i have been drinking chocolate milk like it is going out of style (I love that stuff) and to all of those who read this far i promise i won't be all "Boo Hoo, Pity Me" in the future. Just wanted to try it out at least once.
Cheerio!