So............
I have never been one for setting long term goals. Maybe it's a lack of discipline, or a vague notion of what I want out of life. It was always supposed to come together somehow. But I have decided to try to become more organized. And by that, I don't believe in waiting until the "new year."
Part of the problem with setting a blueprint for your life is that often things change, so you get that "why even try" feeling. But I am finding out that it is still good to get your goals down on paper.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
My hawaiian adventure.
I got to Honolulu 12 days ago. I'm leaving tomorrow night. It's been a great journey. I have decided to return to the mainland. But here is a short description of some stuff i did:
Stayed at the YMCA the first week
I went to Hale'Iwa on the north shore, ate at coffee gallery where my brother Danny used to work.
After checking out of the Y I was hanging out with a girl I met and we met Art Alekaxis from Everclear at a late night diner. Then we took a bus to Turtle bay and Banzai pipeline. I continued my journey alone, walking to Waimea Beach and staying the night at a hostel. The night after I spent all day walking and swimming the beaches.
The next morning I inquired about work for a hostel- I was hired, but decided after a day of training, (yesterday,) decided not to take the job. I also worked for one day at labor ready loading boxes from a truck. I met John Baker, who is rapper Machine Gun Kelly's uncle.
The last two nights I have stayed at Hokondo Waikiki Beachside Hostel. It's been nice. I booked my ticket back for late Thursday night, flying into oakland in the morning. I have decided to play the part of tourist for the next day and a half.
Stayed at the YMCA the first week
I went to Hale'Iwa on the north shore, ate at coffee gallery where my brother Danny used to work.
After checking out of the Y I was hanging out with a girl I met and we met Art Alekaxis from Everclear at a late night diner. Then we took a bus to Turtle bay and Banzai pipeline. I continued my journey alone, walking to Waimea Beach and staying the night at a hostel. The night after I spent all day walking and swimming the beaches.
The next morning I inquired about work for a hostel- I was hired, but decided after a day of training, (yesterday,) decided not to take the job. I also worked for one day at labor ready loading boxes from a truck. I met John Baker, who is rapper Machine Gun Kelly's uncle.
The last two nights I have stayed at Hokondo Waikiki Beachside Hostel. It's been nice. I booked my ticket back for late Thursday night, flying into oakland in the morning. I have decided to play the part of tourist for the next day and a half.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
postcards from everywhere
I’ll be sending you a postcard from everywhere
But you might not receive anything at all.
Wrote you constantly
I’m just another dancing gypsy?
You’re my miracle bird, my abstract dancer.
And pack your gear
We’re going off to war
Beneath the wilderness
A battle in these tents
At the end
They say
You gotta
Let it go
Cause
Time will
Kill me yet
But you might not receive anything at all.
Wrote you constantly
I’m just another dancing gypsy?
You’re my miracle bird, my abstract dancer.
And pack your gear
We’re going off to war
Beneath the wilderness
A battle in these tents
At the end
They say
You gotta
Let it go
Cause
Time will
Kill me yet
Tugboat
work that tugboat
Struck by lightning
You were old as the hills
And young like the day
How do you feel about
Riding it out?
Writing it out?
We’re meant to lose the people we love?
How do you know?
Well ya taught me what it meant to miss somebody
If you’re looking for a good time
You’re gonna come with me.
You’re gonna slip by me.
Dont want to spend the rest of my life on an iceberg
So better start doing what you’re meant to do, my brother
Work that tugboat
What the hell you waiting for?
Struck by lightning
You were old as the hills
And young like the day
How do you feel about
Riding it out?
Writing it out?
We’re meant to lose the people we love?
How do you know?
Well ya taught me what it meant to miss somebody
If you’re looking for a good time
You’re gonna come with me.
You’re gonna slip by me.
Dont want to spend the rest of my life on an iceberg
So better start doing what you’re meant to do, my brother
Work that tugboat
What the hell you waiting for?
Henry Miller wasn't that handsome either..........
I DONT COP A TUDE
Cause i aint that great in bed
That’s what she said!
Probably somewhere around average
Maybe even less
My breath
Tastes like seaweed
I try to pluck away at the nostril hair
But sometimes am unsuccessful
I am no greek god of the world
Standing before you at
68 inches
With a broken heart squeezing my
Cerebellum
I’m not that manly
But i have a lot of motivation
I’m not that strong
But i own
Persistance
My palms
Are 3x
Sweatier then the average
Even if i wipe them off it doesn’t help.
You have nice eyes, shes says
Nice eyes don’t pay the bills
You’ve got an angular capricorn face
Are you trying to say i look like a goat?
Henry miller wasn’t that handsome either maybe i have a chance.
Cause i aint that great in bed
That’s what she said!
Probably somewhere around average
Maybe even less
My breath
Tastes like seaweed
I try to pluck away at the nostril hair
But sometimes am unsuccessful
I am no greek god of the world
Standing before you at
68 inches
With a broken heart squeezing my
Cerebellum
I’m not that manly
But i have a lot of motivation
I’m not that strong
But i own
Persistance
My palms
Are 3x
Sweatier then the average
Even if i wipe them off it doesn’t help.
You have nice eyes, shes says
Nice eyes don’t pay the bills
You’ve got an angular capricorn face
Are you trying to say i look like a goat?
Henry miller wasn’t that handsome either maybe i have a chance.
Milagros
Every day i feel a little bit different
All these new times
LIKE CREAM IN MY COFFEE
Limbs and loins imprisoned
Never know whats coming for you
RISE UP LIKE LAZARUS
There’s a silence in this house.
Walking so awkward with your
CANDY CANE
At the awful mansion
Best day of my life, she said
WAS WHEN I WAS LOST
In new orleans
I believe in miracles. Do you?
All these new times
LIKE CREAM IN MY COFFEE
Limbs and loins imprisoned
Never know whats coming for you
RISE UP LIKE LAZARUS
There’s a silence in this house.
Walking so awkward with your
CANDY CANE
At the awful mansion
Best day of my life, she said
WAS WHEN I WAS LOST
In new orleans
I believe in miracles. Do you?
Trip to Lima.
ABULIA- THE NOVEL
DOTY RAN DOWN THE STAIRS. SHE DIDN’T WANT HER DADDY TO SEE HER LIKE THIS. MASCARA COMBINED WITH A TEARDROP THRUSTING INK DOWN TOWARD HER NOSTRIL. SHE KNEW KEVIN WOULD NOT SURVIVE IF SHE TOLD HER DAD THE TRUTH. AND SHE DIDN’T WANT IT TO COME TO THIS. THE ONLY WAY OUT OF THE SITUATION WAS WAY OUT. SHE WOULDN’T WRITE AND SHE WOULDN’T CALL. EVERYBODY WOULD WONDER WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED. AND IT WASN’T BECAUSE SHE WANTED EVERYONE TO FEEL SORRY FOR HER. SHE JUST DIDN’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL ELSE TO DO.
“maybe i can escape to ecuador. Or macchu picchu. maybe meet a holy man who can instruct me. I’m not looking for the answers here.”
She wanted to go somewhere where her dollars could stretch. So she didn’t have to bring a suitcase, she could get what she needed there. She took the sock out of her drawer, the one with green and blue stripes where she kept her tip money.
“what am i going to tell my boss?”
She thought out loud to herself. Then halted. She grabbed the money and ran out the door. It seemed like the farther she got from the house the faster she ran. She had never flown like this before, not even in dreams. For a split second she thought about trying out for the olympics.
“There’s no way they sprint this fast,” she thought, “maybe this time I could win something.” The fog zapped her eyes opened wide as she ducked down double skipping down the subway steps. She didn’t pay for a ticket but lept over the red traingular doors and down more stairs into the open arms of the subway. Once in, those doors could not close fast enough. And when they opened 22 minutes later, she sprinted up staircases out of breath but determined.
“They’re never going to see me again, nor I them.” For about 5 seconds she felt alright, before her gastrocnemius muscle began to ache. She glided into a walk and silently leaped over the double doors where her nonexistent ticket was supposed to open them for her. One more flight of stairs and she would be at the airport.
By the time she got to the first terminal she was limping. She did not want to go anywhere domestic and kept right on. She found aero peru, and waited in line at the counter.
“how much for a one way ticket to Lima?”
“Leaving today?”
“Yes, next flight.”
She’d never flown this way. Every time she vacationed in the past was a rehearsed affair. Hours online searching for the best faire for air tickets and hotels. Everything weeks in advance. She knew the price for her desperation would be steep.
“920 dollars.”
She didn’t care. She put the money in cash on the counter and grabbed her ticket. She passed a homeless man sitting on a chair, dozed off. Taking out her phone and placing it next to the man, she thought,
“i won’t be needing this.”
Then she made her way into security. She stoically parted with her shoes and walked on through the line quicker then all the people with luggage to put through the x ray machine. The security guard wanded her down and she made it through in record time.
Her flight was on time, and she boarded. After 2 melatonin she was out cold.
“Even dreams we don’t remember still affect us.” She awoke to the voice of what sounded like a Doctor. He sat in the seat in back of her. She peered through a crack in the seat so she could catch a glance of his face. She wondered what he was talking about.
“How do they affect us?” A woman sitting next to him asked.
“The subconscious remembers everything. Even things we think can’t be heard are heard. And the unseen seen. A smile out of the corner of one’s eye, a frown from the nurse in the operating room.”
Doty opened the window. It was not light outside, but getting there. She was anxious with the anticipation of landing somewhere new, but it wasn’t the same excitement she had known before upon embarking to foreigh lands. She wasn’t “getting off” on ecstatic emotions, so much as logically trying to engage her mind in what best to do next.
DOTY RAN DOWN THE STAIRS. SHE DIDN’T WANT HER DADDY TO SEE HER LIKE THIS. MASCARA COMBINED WITH A TEARDROP THRUSTING INK DOWN TOWARD HER NOSTRIL. SHE KNEW KEVIN WOULD NOT SURVIVE IF SHE TOLD HER DAD THE TRUTH. AND SHE DIDN’T WANT IT TO COME TO THIS. THE ONLY WAY OUT OF THE SITUATION WAS WAY OUT. SHE WOULDN’T WRITE AND SHE WOULDN’T CALL. EVERYBODY WOULD WONDER WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED. AND IT WASN’T BECAUSE SHE WANTED EVERYONE TO FEEL SORRY FOR HER. SHE JUST DIDN’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL ELSE TO DO.
“maybe i can escape to ecuador. Or macchu picchu. maybe meet a holy man who can instruct me. I’m not looking for the answers here.”
She wanted to go somewhere where her dollars could stretch. So she didn’t have to bring a suitcase, she could get what she needed there. She took the sock out of her drawer, the one with green and blue stripes where she kept her tip money.
“what am i going to tell my boss?”
She thought out loud to herself. Then halted. She grabbed the money and ran out the door. It seemed like the farther she got from the house the faster she ran. She had never flown like this before, not even in dreams. For a split second she thought about trying out for the olympics.
“There’s no way they sprint this fast,” she thought, “maybe this time I could win something.” The fog zapped her eyes opened wide as she ducked down double skipping down the subway steps. She didn’t pay for a ticket but lept over the red traingular doors and down more stairs into the open arms of the subway. Once in, those doors could not close fast enough. And when they opened 22 minutes later, she sprinted up staircases out of breath but determined.
“They’re never going to see me again, nor I them.” For about 5 seconds she felt alright, before her gastrocnemius muscle began to ache. She glided into a walk and silently leaped over the double doors where her nonexistent ticket was supposed to open them for her. One more flight of stairs and she would be at the airport.
By the time she got to the first terminal she was limping. She did not want to go anywhere domestic and kept right on. She found aero peru, and waited in line at the counter.
“how much for a one way ticket to Lima?”
“Leaving today?”
“Yes, next flight.”
She’d never flown this way. Every time she vacationed in the past was a rehearsed affair. Hours online searching for the best faire for air tickets and hotels. Everything weeks in advance. She knew the price for her desperation would be steep.
“920 dollars.”
She didn’t care. She put the money in cash on the counter and grabbed her ticket. She passed a homeless man sitting on a chair, dozed off. Taking out her phone and placing it next to the man, she thought,
“i won’t be needing this.”
Then she made her way into security. She stoically parted with her shoes and walked on through the line quicker then all the people with luggage to put through the x ray machine. The security guard wanded her down and she made it through in record time.
Her flight was on time, and she boarded. After 2 melatonin she was out cold.
“Even dreams we don’t remember still affect us.” She awoke to the voice of what sounded like a Doctor. He sat in the seat in back of her. She peered through a crack in the seat so she could catch a glance of his face. She wondered what he was talking about.
“How do they affect us?” A woman sitting next to him asked.
“The subconscious remembers everything. Even things we think can’t be heard are heard. And the unseen seen. A smile out of the corner of one’s eye, a frown from the nurse in the operating room.”
Doty opened the window. It was not light outside, but getting there. She was anxious with the anticipation of landing somewhere new, but it wasn’t the same excitement she had known before upon embarking to foreigh lands. She wasn’t “getting off” on ecstatic emotions, so much as logically trying to engage her mind in what best to do next.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Empty Cups.
My cup is empty-
your cup it runneth over.
I don't know anything
but I learn something
from everyone.
You don't want to hear it
The truth, you cannot
bare it.
So I say my goodbye.
Maybe,
I will see
you in the next life.
Never say never- you
put with hell for the weather
don't buy any furniture
so you can be light as a feather
put on my running shoes
with a pocket full of nothing
i am finally happy
only after i lost everything
my cup is empty
you teach me through your foolish actions
whAt it is that i don't want
can you feel my satisfaction?
your cup it runneth over.
I don't know anything
but I learn something
from everyone.
You don't want to hear it
The truth, you cannot
bare it.
So I say my goodbye.
Maybe,
I will see
you in the next life.
Never say never- you
put with hell for the weather
don't buy any furniture
so you can be light as a feather
put on my running shoes
with a pocket full of nothing
i am finally happy
only after i lost everything
my cup is empty
you teach me through your foolish actions
whAt it is that i don't want
can you feel my satisfaction?
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Mercurys out of retrograde.
looks like mercury's in retrograde again
it is the time for which are sins are paid
remember when we were in love with our pain?
we shared a life of lust and mutual shame.
goin mad, goin mad
going stark mad crazy
eatin out of a can
goin mad going mad
yad think it'dbe enough
but atleast i ain't sad
for 3 weeks lets stay beneath the covers
i don't want to see anybody's face
but my love
The moon hangs low and shines so brightly in your eyes dear
with angel wings she stands in elegant surprise here.
she looks upset but it is only a disguise
watch out for crashing cars and flyin' pies
it is the time for which are sins are paid
remember when we were in love with our pain?
we shared a life of lust and mutual shame.
goin mad, goin mad
going stark mad crazy
eatin out of a can
goin mad going mad
yad think it'dbe enough
but atleast i ain't sad
for 3 weeks lets stay beneath the covers
i don't want to see anybody's face
but my love
The moon hangs low and shines so brightly in your eyes dear
with angel wings she stands in elegant surprise here.
she looks upset but it is only a disguise
watch out for crashing cars and flyin' pies
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
R U switched?
Are you switched on? This means you're on your path. This means you've discovered what your purpose is, and everything that you're doing revolves around your purpose. I switched on today. I was like a twig caught on a rock in the middle of a rushing current. Something was obstructing me, and now that something is gone.
Being switched on, your cup is full of meaning. You drink from the chalice of infinite deeds to be done. You are free to flow not in every direction, but the direction that is most fitted for your life's calling.
Even the ruts, the entanglements, the chaos is yours for the taking and part of your poetry. Because you are switched on. And you are ready.
Being switched on, your cup is full of meaning. You drink from the chalice of infinite deeds to be done. You are free to flow not in every direction, but the direction that is most fitted for your life's calling.
Even the ruts, the entanglements, the chaos is yours for the taking and part of your poetry. Because you are switched on. And you are ready.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Dining Fine at Omar's Rawtopia in Salt Lake City!
Passing through Salt Lake City, my bro and I decided to find some delicious raw food. Somebody told me about Omar's Rawtopia in Salt Lake City. Our gracious waitress Melanie seated us and brought us a delicious green drink, made by the owner's mother, Jinan. It had a combination of superfoods and secret ingredients. Apparently this secret elixir is only available on Saturdays, which is the day Omar takes off, so that is when his mother comes in and works her magic!
Melanie told us that the pizza is extra delicious because of the crust which is also created by Jinan, and includes buckwheat, flax, apple, and a touch of date- just enough to give it that something special, but not so much that it's too sweet.
As far as raw pizzas go, this is one of the better ones I've tasted, thanks in part to the tasty marinara sauce. The sliced up avocados didn't hurt either. Being raw and dairy free, there was a flavorful seed cheese, along with tasty onions, zucchinis, basil, and tomatoes.
We topped off the meal with a couple of beverages, the hemp milk chai, which is an exotic blend of the highly nutritious hemp, with seeds, dates, agave, and indian spices, and the chocolate goji, which targets the sweet tooth with raw chocolate, goji berries, coconut, almond, and agave.
Omar's is a rare find in the middle of the country evidence that no matter where you're driving in this country of ours you can find some good healthy eats out there!
Melanie told us that the pizza is extra delicious because of the crust which is also created by Jinan, and includes buckwheat, flax, apple, and a touch of date- just enough to give it that something special, but not so much that it's too sweet.
As far as raw pizzas go, this is one of the better ones I've tasted, thanks in part to the tasty marinara sauce. The sliced up avocados didn't hurt either. Being raw and dairy free, there was a flavorful seed cheese, along with tasty onions, zucchinis, basil, and tomatoes.
We topped off the meal with a couple of beverages, the hemp milk chai, which is an exotic blend of the highly nutritious hemp, with seeds, dates, agave, and indian spices, and the chocolate goji, which targets the sweet tooth with raw chocolate, goji berries, coconut, almond, and agave.
Omar's is a rare find in the middle of the country evidence that no matter where you're driving in this country of ours you can find some good healthy eats out there!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The Peter Distefano Experience.
I remember seeing Peter Distefano play for the first time in 1993. He was the guitar player for Perry Farrell's new band "Porno for Pyros." I was lucky to get to see them at the Warfield in San Francisco. It was extremely memorable. Janes Addiction had been my favorite band and I regrettably missed their lollapalooza tour in 91 only to find out they had disbanded. So of course when Perry got Porno together I had to run down to see them. i believe it was May of 93, the tail end of my junior year in high school. Peter and the rest of the band were so entertaining I particularly remember his solos during the song Orgasm. There were dancing clowns and all kinds of crazy flamboyant theatrics. i watched from the balcony completely enraptured of course!
So, skip 16 years later to 2009 and I recorded my song "disengage" with Peter. He is so fun awesome to work with, literally a creative ball of energy. Yesterday I finally recorded with him again. We hope to do a whole album together- stay tuned!
So, skip 16 years later to 2009 and I recorded my song "disengage" with Peter. He is so fun awesome to work with, literally a creative ball of energy. Yesterday I finally recorded with him again. We hope to do a whole album together- stay tuned!
Friday, February 18, 2011
Goji garden colada:
6 tbsp. Goji berries
8 limes
6 tbsp. agave
32 oz. purified water
blend,
strain
over ice!!
8 limes
6 tbsp. agave
32 oz. purified water
blend,
strain
over ice!!
Pomegranite Cocktail Delight
So I'm back at the folk's house in sonoma county and I wanted to use the last of the pomegranites on my dad's trees. I swooped up a handful, cut them open, and made this great little smoothie:
2 cups of pomegranite seeds
1 cup blueberries
1 cup raspberries
1 cup almond milk
2 tbsp agave
a pinch of bee pollen.
Down the hatch!
2 cups of pomegranite seeds
1 cup blueberries
1 cup raspberries
1 cup almond milk
2 tbsp agave
a pinch of bee pollen.
Down the hatch!
Monday, February 14, 2011
Fab Folks!!
Well, after spending 3 weeks at the optimum health institute in San Diego, I met so many amazing people. All the food was raw, and I drank lots of wheatgrass and rejuvelac too. I want to go again and i recommend it to everyone.
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