Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Scene from 20 Something the Movie spread the word
Finally the finsished DVD is soon to be released please stay tuned for more details.
Remember only you can prevent forest fires.
and only you can support my double mocha latte rampant consumerism habit= purchase our DVD in about two weeks.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Consequences; A scooter story
Fun Loving Saturday Night= sprained ankle on chunky beach sod.
Fun loving numbness to pain= oblivious to sprain kept running
Oblivion= worse ankle spend time at home dreading the beginning of the week
Dreading Moody Monday= reenergized over a long weekend of escapism and reflection
Reenergized long weekend= reality hits and the paranoid mind goes on overdrive and negative thoughts dominate the day to the point of maybe I'm not cut out for this job anymore.
Negative thoughts= staying extra late to discuss issues and assuage fears
Staying Late= another reason not to go to my softball game which I cancelled due to the sprained ankle.
Staying late= ankle feels better, by the time I read home guilt and excitement blend
Guilt and excitemnt= late rush to get down to the field to try and play, maybe I'll save the day.
Hero complex and saving the day= I park in a desolate area and do not lock the scooter
No Playing time= extra beers on the sidelines as a cheerleader.
Extra beer= extra talk and discussions after game
Extra disucssions= talk of a motorcycle yet with praise.
Praise of my scooter situation= hubris. Hard to get a motorcycle when my scooter is so cheap in easy blah blah blah the universe listens
I turn around- I've been at the field 1 hour 20 minutes and it's gone.
the police arrive and tell me there is little chance
my roomate says "we will have to have a funeral for my scooter"
Funny hows things lead into each other.
Scooter you will be missed.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
BLURRED LINES AND VISION
I walk the earth in a dizzying state of sleepiness with a fogged right eye, I worry about pink eye, diabetes, ocular cancer if there should be such a thing. My back neck shoulders and head hurt an ache of an old man I tell myself.
I suffer from surfers neck. Went surfing for the first time with giddy glee. Laughy laughy laughies all the way in on my first wave. Merely a belly ride on a 12 foot baby blue fiber glass missile, with a trusty push from a friend and a wicked paddle I managed to capture a brief moment of bliss.
Waiting waiting waiting I caught another, this time 4 seconds 7 seconds 10 seconds 15 seconds 20 seconds WTF, I decided hey let me try to get up. Stepped up for 1 second, 1 second front of board "pearl dive" or something like that. like a very unbalanced see-saw. Came up from the forced belly flop entry into the foamy sea to prevent rocky knives below from ending me; camp up with boisterous belly laughs of fun till my face was tired.
tried to get one more wave, pummeled by the line of 20 surfers trying to get in; nearly crashed many times. pummeled by wave after wave in the shallows, rocks rocks rocks hitting knees, being pulled by friend to escape-pummeled again and again.
a voice behind me. "dave get on your board, get on your board. dave get on your board" caught in the headlights of the violent action of the white water foam of oncoming barrages of waves- barely I managed to hurl myself back onto the board.
it was agreed, we were done. But the fun was had. Catching a first wave was priceless- my mouth still hurts when I smile. My toes and knees still hurt when I pull on socks. My back and my shoulders still hurt when I put on pants. Exaggerated yes. Worth it= yes.
For those of you still reading this post. I would love to make some sort of verbal committment to return to writing on the daily. Cannot make it. Entrenched in a life -
Jay- your post will be up prior to Matt's arrival
I suffer from surfers neck. Went surfing for the first time with giddy glee. Laughy laughy laughies all the way in on my first wave. Merely a belly ride on a 12 foot baby blue fiber glass missile, with a trusty push from a friend and a wicked paddle I managed to capture a brief moment of bliss.
Waiting waiting waiting I caught another, this time 4 seconds 7 seconds 10 seconds 15 seconds 20 seconds WTF, I decided hey let me try to get up. Stepped up for 1 second, 1 second front of board "pearl dive" or something like that. like a very unbalanced see-saw. Came up from the forced belly flop entry into the foamy sea to prevent rocky knives below from ending me; camp up with boisterous belly laughs of fun till my face was tired.
tried to get one more wave, pummeled by the line of 20 surfers trying to get in; nearly crashed many times. pummeled by wave after wave in the shallows, rocks rocks rocks hitting knees, being pulled by friend to escape-pummeled again and again.
a voice behind me. "dave get on your board, get on your board. dave get on your board" caught in the headlights of the violent action of the white water foam of oncoming barrages of waves- barely I managed to hurl myself back onto the board.
it was agreed, we were done. But the fun was had. Catching a first wave was priceless- my mouth still hurts when I smile. My toes and knees still hurt when I pull on socks. My back and my shoulders still hurt when I put on pants. Exaggerated yes. Worth it= yes.
For those of you still reading this post. I would love to make some sort of verbal committment to return to writing on the daily. Cannot make it. Entrenched in a life -
Jay- your post will be up prior to Matt's arrival
Friday, January 23, 2009
LONG TIME
Hello-
Been way too long. I have heaps of pictures. Loads of stories. Interesting adventures. All waiting patiently for my fingers to do the walking.
I will start with current moments.
Back from 2+ weeks of Fun in the snow...my body chilled to the bone hurting-what u say Lower back- what I can't hear you cuz your so tight and restricted.
Wheres my shovel. Rip lower back. Wheres my scraper. Rip lower back. walking in a winter wonderland cool cold and chilly. Feeling alive with cold cold air meeting warm breath- all the fog and condensation like a fire breathing dragon leaving my mouth as my chest heaves- lungs fill with frigid wind frosted frozen windows cover everything.
Snowed in- but liked it. read the book Watchman (graphic novel) started another bool Friedman;s the world is flat.
Very appreciative of warm winter dressings and decorations o plenty. Santa's of every variety a sign of christmas past and present. 9 socks hanging from a Mock fireplace.
People of christmas village out in full force just like they were last year- timeless they don't age-the don't change- they still cock back ready to fire balls of snow and ice. the same happy couple still follows the hidden magnetic bunny underneath plastic tracks of snow and go up and down the ski mountain.
Similarly the townsfolk gather on the ice pond. It shakes vibrates and they move ungracefully around sorta like that old football board game where it vibrated and the pieces fell and plays resolved. One in particular piece Sally- she wears orangy-yellow ear muffs and her leg is in the air she is ready to perform some sort of trick-never quite gets there but boy her ass must be sore after all these years of keeping that leg up.
The tree is nice. Warm. Clean actually- long gone are the yeas of 3thousand lbs of tinsle-Cats choking on every strand. pieces on the bottoms of your wet socks after a midnight bathroom journey to the toilet.
The star remains intact. A good buy if there ever was one- 15 years at least I say on the top each year.
Good to be home for the holidays.
Travel to the City....New York City. Eat rich food, revel with freinds- end up at a bar watching Animal Planet on big screen in background of two man group of sound makers- hot fresh beats out of a tuba- yes a tuba- a shirtless throwback rocker on the drums banging some catchy beats of hip hop influence a pretty cool place. I watch my friends fall one by one to the duties of life-to the belligerence that comes with one too many- and to the food truck.
I go to MOMA- museum of modern art- wait in line forever- I wear giganto black apple jack hat. I find a seat on a comfy giant doughnut or giant diaphragm in the middle of an atrium. I see three huge screens- movie screens they are the same yet the images move along and flow into each screen. Luscious colors. earth. inverted colors. purple strawberries float in water. Green seeds of the strawberry big as the day in front of me. Flowers. Boars?. Bare Breasted Ladies crawling on hands in kness towards the camera? I look the the other screen- same movement crawling on hands and knees but it's the boar. Animal Human they sandwich me in the middle- on the giant doughnut- people from all sorts of age and cultures surround me. We nestle and watch and relax and breath- a vibrating massaging meditative hum all around. A great day. A great exhibit. Let Your Body Pour.
I get close to Rockefeller center. I want to see the Tree. The Tree. 5 Lanes deep traffic 5 lanes deep people. I enter a 5 direction intersection of humans crossing. all at once- nobody is able to move. we all cordially smile and nod at each other patiently waiting. Some faces turn distressful some panic. some push suddenly I'm in a mini stampede- I think back to horror stories of people escaping a fire- and I squeeze through an outles and spill onto the street. Whew- didn't like that one bit. A human traffic jam is not my cup of tea but I finally reach a spot. I look upon the tree. Then scurry down back alleys to escape the raging populous.
Been way too long. I have heaps of pictures. Loads of stories. Interesting adventures. All waiting patiently for my fingers to do the walking.
I will start with current moments.
Back from 2+ weeks of Fun in the snow...my body chilled to the bone hurting-what u say Lower back- what I can't hear you cuz your so tight and restricted.
Wheres my shovel. Rip lower back. Wheres my scraper. Rip lower back. walking in a winter wonderland cool cold and chilly. Feeling alive with cold cold air meeting warm breath- all the fog and condensation like a fire breathing dragon leaving my mouth as my chest heaves- lungs fill with frigid wind frosted frozen windows cover everything.
Snowed in- but liked it. read the book Watchman (graphic novel) started another bool Friedman;s the world is flat.
Very appreciative of warm winter dressings and decorations o plenty. Santa's of every variety a sign of christmas past and present. 9 socks hanging from a Mock fireplace.
People of christmas village out in full force just like they were last year- timeless they don't age-the don't change- they still cock back ready to fire balls of snow and ice. the same happy couple still follows the hidden magnetic bunny underneath plastic tracks of snow and go up and down the ski mountain.
Similarly the townsfolk gather on the ice pond. It shakes vibrates and they move ungracefully around sorta like that old football board game where it vibrated and the pieces fell and plays resolved. One in particular piece Sally- she wears orangy-yellow ear muffs and her leg is in the air she is ready to perform some sort of trick-never quite gets there but boy her ass must be sore after all these years of keeping that leg up.
The tree is nice. Warm. Clean actually- long gone are the yeas of 3thousand lbs of tinsle-Cats choking on every strand. pieces on the bottoms of your wet socks after a midnight bathroom journey to the toilet.
The star remains intact. A good buy if there ever was one- 15 years at least I say on the top each year.
Good to be home for the holidays.
Travel to the City....New York City. Eat rich food, revel with freinds- end up at a bar watching Animal Planet on big screen in background of two man group of sound makers- hot fresh beats out of a tuba- yes a tuba- a shirtless throwback rocker on the drums banging some catchy beats of hip hop influence a pretty cool place. I watch my friends fall one by one to the duties of life-to the belligerence that comes with one too many- and to the food truck.
I go to MOMA- museum of modern art- wait in line forever- I wear giganto black apple jack hat. I find a seat on a comfy giant doughnut or giant diaphragm in the middle of an atrium. I see three huge screens- movie screens they are the same yet the images move along and flow into each screen. Luscious colors. earth. inverted colors. purple strawberries float in water. Green seeds of the strawberry big as the day in front of me. Flowers. Boars?. Bare Breasted Ladies crawling on hands in kness towards the camera? I look the the other screen- same movement crawling on hands and knees but it's the boar. Animal Human they sandwich me in the middle- on the giant doughnut- people from all sorts of age and cultures surround me. We nestle and watch and relax and breath- a vibrating massaging meditative hum all around. A great day. A great exhibit. Let Your Body Pour.
I get close to Rockefeller center. I want to see the Tree. The Tree. 5 Lanes deep traffic 5 lanes deep people. I enter a 5 direction intersection of humans crossing. all at once- nobody is able to move. we all cordially smile and nod at each other patiently waiting. Some faces turn distressful some panic. some push suddenly I'm in a mini stampede- I think back to horror stories of people escaping a fire- and I squeeze through an outles and spill onto the street. Whew- didn't like that one bit. A human traffic jam is not my cup of tea but I finally reach a spot. I look upon the tree. Then scurry down back alleys to escape the raging populous.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)