Usually the united states military would not permit for its members to watch movies, tv episodes or listen to music online. However it understands that boredom can attack its base worse than any insurgent and can detonate the troops morale. So it created a morale server with over 200+ movies and a huge music database to give a soundtrack to our deployment -
Getting to the point, searching through the movie listing they had an 1.5 long X-Men cartoon movie that was totally riveting. Then...
I saw him, he was standing there with his back to me, black hat, black suit, hands folding around his back, and I knew who it was before I read the album name. Van Morrison's Back on Top. I have traveled to the other side of the world and his music followed me. It will, and is currently augmenting my state of consciousness about my surroundings like only his music can. I smile and think "He's here with me." But I always knew he would be.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
"Are you in Iraq, yes or no?"
I just blew my nose and the narliest looking black stuff came out of it. Sand, dust. They say it happens. You don't even want to see my stridex pads.
I called my Mom today and got the answering machine which may have been a good thing. I remember the first time I heard her voice on the phone in basic training my eyes came to tears. When we parted ways after basic training it was hard to. I said to myself "I'm not gonna see my Mom or be home for a while." I am pretty sure that if I had talked to her I would have remained collected in front of my peers(since morale calls lack privacy and are in front of everyone) but later on in the solice of my room a deep reflection would have occured.
My father's wife answered the phone when I called him. He was happy to hear my voice. First words of the conversation were "Are you in Iraq, yes or no?" knowing that I could not give out my exact location. I explained to him that I was in Qatar, safe and sound. He then asked how my living arrangements were, told him I was living in a trailer split into rooms, and that I had AC. Yesterday it was 114 in the village on base with 125 degree heat on the tarmac. The urgency in my fathers voice in his first initial question was unlike any tone I had ever heard from him. Not saying that he does not care about me or that he has never shown such behaivor but it seems that some people can attempt to portray caring in moments of unification and fail yet it is when they are split by an earth that genuine compassion is seen.
Things that will be able to get me through - Salsa dancing classes at the gym @2100 immediately followed by a cycling class @2200.
I called my Mom today and got the answering machine which may have been a good thing. I remember the first time I heard her voice on the phone in basic training my eyes came to tears. When we parted ways after basic training it was hard to. I said to myself "I'm not gonna see my Mom or be home for a while." I am pretty sure that if I had talked to her I would have remained collected in front of my peers(since morale calls lack privacy and are in front of everyone) but later on in the solice of my room a deep reflection would have occured.
My father's wife answered the phone when I called him. He was happy to hear my voice. First words of the conversation were "Are you in Iraq, yes or no?" knowing that I could not give out my exact location. I explained to him that I was in Qatar, safe and sound. He then asked how my living arrangements were, told him I was living in a trailer split into rooms, and that I had AC. Yesterday it was 114 in the village on base with 125 degree heat on the tarmac. The urgency in my fathers voice in his first initial question was unlike any tone I had ever heard from him. Not saying that he does not care about me or that he has never shown such behaivor but it seems that some people can attempt to portray caring in moments of unification and fail yet it is when they are split by an earth that genuine compassion is seen.
Things that will be able to get me through - Salsa dancing classes at the gym @2100 immediately followed by a cycling class @2200.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
8 Hours Ahead of Home
I've come through - I have made it to Qatar. Through perseverance and politics I have swindled my way into getting blogger.com allowed on a government network. With this blog posts will hopefully be more frequent than as of late.
Local time is 0038, eight hours ahead of EST, with the thermometer reading 97 F coinciding with 59% humidity. Needless to say it is hot and desolate. The sand and rock is more white than what I once knew as sand. My eyes feel as if they are staring directly into the sun all the time.
As a child I allowed the sun to bleach my hair and dry my wet body after swimming in the pool. In the winter months the sun would warm me while on the chair lift at the ski resort. Here the sun plays the role of diminisher. We were briefed that when we go out the sun will kill us of heat stroke before the scorpians, camel spiders or rodents(all disease ridden) will. The day wears on my eyes like a yard tool would one's bare hand.
Although I can not talk about what I'm doing here I will say it is very worthwhile. For the first time since hurricane Katrina, maybe even basic training, it is as if we are in the middle of the mission. We know why we are here and are working directly in line with the war effort.
Goals are everywhere to obtain, I may be able to take school and or CLEPS while I am here. Lots of opportunities to exercise so I can be a powerhouse on the bike when I get back to California.
Closing remarks,
I am safe, out of harms way.
My flight was long but good. Germany, Switzerland and Italy from 30,000+ is beautiful.
The island of Crete is an ugly rock but Chania is a cool town, good lamb.
It is hot.
I am not able to view my blog so I will be unable to view any comments left by readers.
Email me at maxxhackett@hotmail.com, I will get to it when I can.
I love you all and you get me through the day.
Local time is 0038, eight hours ahead of EST, with the thermometer reading 97 F coinciding with 59% humidity. Needless to say it is hot and desolate. The sand and rock is more white than what I once knew as sand. My eyes feel as if they are staring directly into the sun all the time.
As a child I allowed the sun to bleach my hair and dry my wet body after swimming in the pool. In the winter months the sun would warm me while on the chair lift at the ski resort. Here the sun plays the role of diminisher. We were briefed that when we go out the sun will kill us of heat stroke before the scorpians, camel spiders or rodents(all disease ridden) will. The day wears on my eyes like a yard tool would one's bare hand.
Although I can not talk about what I'm doing here I will say it is very worthwhile. For the first time since hurricane Katrina, maybe even basic training, it is as if we are in the middle of the mission. We know why we are here and are working directly in line with the war effort.
Goals are everywhere to obtain, I may be able to take school and or CLEPS while I am here. Lots of opportunities to exercise so I can be a powerhouse on the bike when I get back to California.
Closing remarks,
I am safe, out of harms way.
My flight was long but good. Germany, Switzerland and Italy from 30,000+ is beautiful.
The island of Crete is an ugly rock but Chania is a cool town, good lamb.
It is hot.
I am not able to view my blog so I will be unable to view any comments left by readers.
Email me at maxxhackett@hotmail.com, I will get to it when I can.
I love you all and you get me through the day.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Surf Wax America
This song has been my anthem for the past two weeks and hopefully this weekend I will share in River Cuomo's jubilation -
The sea is foamin' like a bottle of beer.
The wave is comin' but I ain't got no fear.
I'm waxin' down so that I'll go real fast.
I'm waxin' down because it's really a blast.
I'm goin' surfin' cuz I don't like your face.
I'm bailin' out because I hate the race
Of rats that run, round and round, in a maze.
I'm goin' surfin', I'm goin' surfin'.
You take your car to work. I'll take my board.
And when your out of fuel, I'm still afloat.
My buddies and their honeys all come along.
They seem invincible as they surf along.
The sea is rollin' like a thousand pound keg.
We're goin' surfin', we're goin' surfin.
You take your car to work. I'll take my board.
And when your out of fuel, I'm still afloat.
All along the undertow is strengthening its hold.
I never thought it'd come to this.
Now, I can never go home
You take your car to work.
I'll take my board. (All along the undertow is strengthening its hold.)
And when your out of fuel, I'm still afloat.
(I never thought it'd come to this. Now, I can never go home)
You take your car. I'll take my board.
Let's go!
Wish me luck in Santa Cruz!
The sea is foamin' like a bottle of beer.
The wave is comin' but I ain't got no fear.
I'm waxin' down so that I'll go real fast.
I'm waxin' down because it's really a blast.
I'm goin' surfin' cuz I don't like your face.
I'm bailin' out because I hate the race
Of rats that run, round and round, in a maze.
I'm goin' surfin', I'm goin' surfin'.
You take your car to work. I'll take my board.
And when your out of fuel, I'm still afloat.
My buddies and their honeys all come along.
They seem invincible as they surf along.
The sea is rollin' like a thousand pound keg.
We're goin' surfin', we're goin' surfin.
You take your car to work. I'll take my board.
And when your out of fuel, I'm still afloat.
All along the undertow is strengthening its hold.
I never thought it'd come to this.
Now, I can never go home
You take your car to work.
I'll take my board. (All along the undertow is strengthening its hold.)
And when your out of fuel, I'm still afloat.
(I never thought it'd come to this. Now, I can never go home)
You take your car. I'll take my board.
Let's go!
Wish me luck in Santa Cruz!
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Five Friends to a Hand
After hurricane Katrina I had to say good bye to Gall, Strobel, Price and others that I had known since basic training and the beginning of tech school. These men had become closer than my own brothers and better comrades than I had ever had before. But as they were to be evacuated and I stayed behind our journey together came to an adrupt halt. Some of the friendships would erode away over time like the Mississippi shoreline had during the storm. But it seems in our lives, especially the military life, our relationships are shortlived yet engrave us with experience and quench our thirsts whatever they may be.
My bestfriend here at Beale, Cheryl, has recently left for a middle east deployment. Due to my own scheduled deployment we will not see each other for 7 months. Of course there is email, letters and other forms of communication. I am going through withdrawals. Although she and I will just pick up where we left off when we meet up in December it is hard to not hate the interim period.
Other cultures drawf us for the short life spans of many of our relationships through our lives. Countries in the middle east and asia pride themselves with few relationship but life long relationships. Their countersign against the western saying "you can never have too many friends" is "you should have no more friends in you life than that which you can count on one hand. Focus on those few." At times I can not help but agree with them.
My bestfriend here at Beale, Cheryl, has recently left for a middle east deployment. Due to my own scheduled deployment we will not see each other for 7 months. Of course there is email, letters and other forms of communication. I am going through withdrawals. Although she and I will just pick up where we left off when we meet up in December it is hard to not hate the interim period.
Other cultures drawf us for the short life spans of many of our relationships through our lives. Countries in the middle east and asia pride themselves with few relationship but life long relationships. Their countersign against the western saying "you can never have too many friends" is "you should have no more friends in you life than that which you can count on one hand. Focus on those few." At times I can not help but agree with them.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Cool Hand Luke
Netflix has afforded me the benefit of watching movies that I have always wanted to see but never got around to it. John Cusack says in the movie Serendipity that his charactor's favorite film in "Cool Hand Luke" starring Paul Newman. I of course had to venture to see it for myself...
Cool Hand Luke and Maxx Hackett are one and the same. Both seem to have ample intelligence but not enough to match their amount of daring(guts) that they seem to ride life on. We respect authority but understand its flaws and try to run from it yet always ending up back under it's thumb. Most importantly our relationship with God is the same. Luke doesn't believe in other's concept of God but knows he's there. In the climax of the movie Luke escapes the prison camp to make it to a church where he presents his case to God. All Luke asks for is a sign of from God, letting him now he's around. When no answer stirs he walks out to the authorities with the classic line "What we have hear is a failure to communicate." He is shot dead with a smile on his face. When I am out in the wilderness on my bike or driving in my car with the music blaring at sunset it is the time where I feel like communication is at it's best yet I am only told the least.
Cool Hand Luke and Maxx Hackett are one and the same. Both seem to have ample intelligence but not enough to match their amount of daring(guts) that they seem to ride life on. We respect authority but understand its flaws and try to run from it yet always ending up back under it's thumb. Most importantly our relationship with God is the same. Luke doesn't believe in other's concept of God but knows he's there. In the climax of the movie Luke escapes the prison camp to make it to a church where he presents his case to God. All Luke asks for is a sign of from God, letting him now he's around. When no answer stirs he walks out to the authorities with the classic line "What we have hear is a failure to communicate." He is shot dead with a smile on his face. When I am out in the wilderness on my bike or driving in my car with the music blaring at sunset it is the time where I feel like communication is at it's best yet I am only told the least.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Decieved
She used me. No way around it. She wanted to make her ex boyfriend jealous. She showed me attention and I fell for it. Desperation combined with acting on the wrong impulses. After dropping her off and getting a nice good bye kiss, she called her ex boyfriend and told him how she and I had just hung out. More to the story, more to come.
I feel like the hoodlum involved with the crime syndicate. Except for that instead of taking the money and running I am shot and left for dead. If I were to be found than I would be the victim and the perpetrator and still go to jail.
I feel like the hoodlum involved with the crime syndicate. Except for that instead of taking the money and running I am shot and left for dead. If I were to be found than I would be the victim and the perpetrator and still go to jail.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
A Spring California Scene
Let's paint a picture....
The beauty, the jockey,
in her british racing green
Tended to her horses
in the spring California scene
It would have been cold
if she wasn't holding me so close
but my insides were engulfed
with a capture of her pose
She led me through the stables
Up into the hay
Full moon above, my will was strong
but I kissed her anyway
The beauty, the jockey,
in her british racing green
Tended to her horses
in the spring California scene
It would have been cold
if she wasn't holding me so close
but my insides were engulfed
with a capture of her pose
She led me through the stables
Up into the hay
Full moon above, my will was strong
but I kissed her anyway
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
the Historian & the Oracle
Music is spiritual to me. To me it is the form of human expression. I find religion to be a form of human expression but not a means in which to seek certain truths. Both preach to do onto others as you would have others done onto you, to love each other and so on. Where the two differ in my eyes is that music regardless of language, tempo, or progression does not attempt to set certain truths about life in our universe. Music simaltaneously plays the role of historian and oracle for the human race. It records our feelings in moments of duress and elation and can sometimes encompass them together in a single expression. Like its creators it is perpetual in its evolution, never stopping. For me religion sets its truths about the universe due to its on insecurities and thirst for power. Music for most of us, either consciously or subconsciously is a statement saying that even though we don't have the answers to certain questions it is the uncertainty of our existance that makes it worth living.
Thanks Van.
Thanks Van.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Sierra, Sierra
I hate math - it makes me feel inferior, maybe because at times I am.
My only solice is the sierra wilderness.
My only solice is the sierra wilderness.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Out of contact with certain women in my life
Some women have appeared to have fallen off the face of the earth.
a.k.a Karen Lewis
Others have not dissappeared, they are simply not talking to me.
a.ka. Kelly Miller
Ray Lamontagne says it best -
a.k.a Karen Lewis
Others have not dissappeared, they are simply not talking to me.
a.ka. Kelly Miller
Ray Lamontagne says it best -
Trouble...
Trouble been doggin' my soul since the day I was born
Worry...
Worry just will not seem to leave my mind alone
We'll I've been...
saved by a woman
Trouble...
Feels like every time I get back on my feet
she come around and knock me down again
Women, call me up if you wish,
You know who you are,
207-577-8510
Monday, February 26, 2007
Lent
Some people give up eating meat, others perhaps watching tv, some maybe even sex if they are really disciplined. However can someone give up someone else for lent? Because I think the former catholic school girl currently in my life has given me up for lent.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
I Need You Now...but I am not totallly overdramatic
Early in the round
Blows I just did not expect
By the end of the day
I had nothing left to protect
Boxers entered my ring
Working the cut on my brow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
High noon had come
I had no where to run
Towns folk abandoned me
with no rounds left in my gun
Other days I was a quick draw
This day left such actions to not allow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
Like any sailor before me
I tried to navigate the strait
but the waters didn't adore me
I was left in the storm to wait
out the violence the wind can bring
in your world of stern to bow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
In the walks of life
today, that came forth
It feels as if,
I don't have any worth
We search for the illusion,
closure, somehow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
Blows I just did not expect
By the end of the day
I had nothing left to protect
Boxers entered my ring
Working the cut on my brow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
High noon had come
I had no where to run
Towns folk abandoned me
with no rounds left in my gun
Other days I was a quick draw
This day left such actions to not allow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
Like any sailor before me
I tried to navigate the strait
but the waters didn't adore me
I was left in the storm to wait
out the violence the wind can bring
in your world of stern to bow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
In the walks of life
today, that came forth
It feels as if,
I don't have any worth
We search for the illusion,
closure, somehow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Atypical MySpace Whore
He was somewhat fluent
Quite congruent in methods of pursuance
Yet you've never known his touch
The thought is that he's someone else
The stimulus to touch yourself
And you treat him as such
He retells the tragedies
symphonies to remedies
You have a faint recollection of voice
He'll smile at you on the street
Shun him away in discrete
All the while keeping your poise
You'll think he's a ghost
While at the most he writes a post
Like any other myspace whore
He'll review his message queue
Imagining the rendevue
where he'll verify-
you're real for sure
Quite congruent in methods of pursuance
Yet you've never known his touch
The thought is that he's someone else
The stimulus to touch yourself
And you treat him as such
He retells the tragedies
symphonies to remedies
You have a faint recollection of voice
He'll smile at you on the street
Shun him away in discrete
All the while keeping your poise
You'll think he's a ghost
While at the most he writes a post
Like any other myspace whore
He'll review his message queue
Imagining the rendevue
where he'll verify-
you're real for sure
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Red Sox
Sex drives us. Whether you're looking at some guy's bulging biceps or a woman's firm bust line it is what drives us to do what we do. Procreation is the fulfillment.
Does one's inability to attract reflect upon how he/she feels about sex? Say a man puts himself out to ask for a woman's phone number and is shot down(yes it happened to me tonight) for whatever reason, does it show that the man is immature in matters pertaining to sex and relationships? Some would say yes and others no. In my case it seems that two stimuli always exists phasing each other out. The nice guy and the attractor.
Through relationships, conversations and experiences I have been told and consider myself a mature and (some might say attractive) "ideal" man. In confidence I am told such things yet when I am put in the position to be viewed as more than a 'nice guy' or as 'dating material' I am disqualified and my character sieses to matter. Women, who care just as much as men to procreate seek the attractor with his biceps that defend and arrogance that they later can't stand to mate with. Does my inability to attract in typical situations with the oppisitte sex reflect on an inability (in the end) to procreate?
Most of the questions asked have already been answered in my mature and ideal mind. This is not how I really think...such a post is raised by frustration. I feel like the red sox, in their case where it took almost 100 years before they fulfilled their purpose as a team which was to win. Yes they tasted victory in the end but it was such a long and hard road where victory was only tasted momentarily. Perhaps love is the same way, or in my case at least, a long hard drive down the line with catalysts giving you an inch forward then setting you back a yard until fulfilment is reached but like the Red Sox, only for a second and then it will be gone.
Does one's inability to attract reflect upon how he/she feels about sex? Say a man puts himself out to ask for a woman's phone number and is shot down(yes it happened to me tonight) for whatever reason, does it show that the man is immature in matters pertaining to sex and relationships? Some would say yes and others no. In my case it seems that two stimuli always exists phasing each other out. The nice guy and the attractor.
Through relationships, conversations and experiences I have been told and consider myself a mature and (some might say attractive) "ideal" man. In confidence I am told such things yet when I am put in the position to be viewed as more than a 'nice guy' or as 'dating material' I am disqualified and my character sieses to matter. Women, who care just as much as men to procreate seek the attractor with his biceps that defend and arrogance that they later can't stand to mate with. Does my inability to attract in typical situations with the oppisitte sex reflect on an inability (in the end) to procreate?
Most of the questions asked have already been answered in my mature and ideal mind. This is not how I really think...such a post is raised by frustration. I feel like the red sox, in their case where it took almost 100 years before they fulfilled their purpose as a team which was to win. Yes they tasted victory in the end but it was such a long and hard road where victory was only tasted momentarily. Perhaps love is the same way, or in my case at least, a long hard drive down the line with catalysts giving you an inch forward then setting you back a yard until fulfilment is reached but like the Red Sox, only for a second and then it will be gone.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Tonight I'm Makin' My Way to You
Throw my ticket to the wind
the rail ain't my way out
the sails will be raised
south toward the glades
Tonight, I'm makin' my way to you
I can hear the lonesome whistle blowin'
Last call has been made
I'm goin well past Miami
Ready for you to have me
Tonight, I'm makin' my way to you
I saw ocean from the platform
the sea was calling me to come
waves are back and forth
Gonna proove what I'm worth
Tonight, I'm makin' my way to you
Spearing through the water
My cat is riding through
Pushin' against the stream
Forging our dream
Tonight, I'm makin' my way to you
Steam power is roarin'
but the path has been tamed
I will ride the ocean wild
for the pleasure of your smile
Tonight, I'm makin' my way to you
the rail ain't my way out
the sails will be raised
south toward the glades
Tonight, I'm makin' my way to you
I can hear the lonesome whistle blowin'
Last call has been made
I'm goin well past Miami
Ready for you to have me
Tonight, I'm makin' my way to you
I saw ocean from the platform
the sea was calling me to come
waves are back and forth
Gonna proove what I'm worth
Tonight, I'm makin' my way to you
Spearing through the water
My cat is riding through
Pushin' against the stream
Forging our dream
Tonight, I'm makin' my way to you
Steam power is roarin'
but the path has been tamed
I will ride the ocean wild
for the pleasure of your smile
Tonight, I'm makin' my way to you
Monday, January 22, 2007
Chemistry & the Importance of Distilling Excitement
Chemistry. A conversation arose roughly6 days ago with a person who held chemistry in a high esteem. She found the constant instability of human interaction to be the only determining variable in relationships. Some personalities instantly bond generating compounds greater than the two individual elements. Other personalities mix incoherently thus resulting in the nuclear explosion that is tension & dislike. So perhaps the great observers such as painters & poets; sociologists and philosophers, lovers and hermits are just in the end all chemists in their own right.
Without a doubt I one of the chemists mentioned above. A chemist can become excited over a new formula or better yet when an element is introduced to another unknown element. Recently I came into contact with another chemist that for the first time introduced elements to me that I had heard of, imagined, but never touched or felt myself. She was unimaginable yet so familiar. The type of girl who at times seemed to surpass me in the study of chemistry itself. Alone she calculated my steps in the formula of my life and gave me grand insight on how my chemical inbalances wiegh eachother out.
Needless to say I was excited at the chemistry experiment we mutually partook in. At times the conversation between the two of us was volatile while simaltaneously calm to the point of relaxation. My excitement was dominating from the second I saw that she was calling to the online messages I recieved days later. Values & behavior we hold so dearly are displayed and excitement plays the catalyst in us wanting to examine it more. When we can not examine when we dearly desire to, we become desperate & impulsive. Excitement can distort true intentions and cause many a people such as myself to do things out of character.
Chemistry like any science is an art of waiting. Patience. Whether another set of elements are introduced by the chemist from Kent or if the formula created by the two of us has reached its terminal I have learned that distilling one's excitement, perhaps only partially is how chemists are able to prolong thier bonds in the great study that is living life.
Without a doubt I one of the chemists mentioned above. A chemist can become excited over a new formula or better yet when an element is introduced to another unknown element. Recently I came into contact with another chemist that for the first time introduced elements to me that I had heard of, imagined, but never touched or felt myself. She was unimaginable yet so familiar. The type of girl who at times seemed to surpass me in the study of chemistry itself. Alone she calculated my steps in the formula of my life and gave me grand insight on how my chemical inbalances wiegh eachother out.
Needless to say I was excited at the chemistry experiment we mutually partook in. At times the conversation between the two of us was volatile while simaltaneously calm to the point of relaxation. My excitement was dominating from the second I saw that she was calling to the online messages I recieved days later. Values & behavior we hold so dearly are displayed and excitement plays the catalyst in us wanting to examine it more. When we can not examine when we dearly desire to, we become desperate & impulsive. Excitement can distort true intentions and cause many a people such as myself to do things out of character.
Chemistry like any science is an art of waiting. Patience. Whether another set of elements are introduced by the chemist from Kent or if the formula created by the two of us has reached its terminal I have learned that distilling one's excitement, perhaps only partially is how chemists are able to prolong thier bonds in the great study that is living life.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Long Time Coming
School starts tomorrow. College. I am going to college. For a long time I did not think that I would ever go but I am now. Community college. Sociology. Intermediate Algebra. College. wow.
I'm going to go totally 5 grader and have my bag packed the night before. Organize my binders w/ paper and dividers so they look organized.
It is has been a long time coming - my mind is read for it.
Jonny Lang says it best -
Yeah, its been a long time coming
Never thought itd take so long
I stood still but time kept running
Time has made me strong
Yeah, ive been waiting
Waiting for this day to come
Time dont wait so i keep singing
Yeah, its been a long time coming
Never thought it'd take so long
I stood still and time kept running
Time has made me strong
Made me strong, made me strong
Time has made me strong
I'm going to go totally 5 grader and have my bag packed the night before. Organize my binders w/ paper and dividers so they look organized.
It is has been a long time coming - my mind is read for it.
Jonny Lang says it best -
Yeah, its been a long time coming
Never thought itd take so long
I stood still but time kept running
Time has made me strong
Yeah, ive been waiting
Waiting for this day to come
Time dont wait so i keep singing
Yeah, its been a long time coming
Never thought it'd take so long
I stood still and time kept running
Time has made me strong
Made me strong, made me strong
Time has made me strong
Saturday, January 20, 2007
James Thunder Early & the Dreamets
It's all about the Dreamgirls soundtrack. Some serious good tracks in here.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Poor Old Makebeliever
In 1968 Stax records released Johnnie Taylor's Who's Making Love? LP. It was a typical stax recording with Booker T & the MGs on rhythm, Issac Hayes on keyboards/piano and the memphis horns on wind. I've had the album since high school and listen to it whenever I want true rhythm & blues music for my heart to beat along too - however there is one song on there that has struck my pace into a new rhythm. The LP's Poor Old Makebeliever is identifiable in its message about ideals & dreams.
Really I am just a bullshitter. Coasting my way from one conquest to the next make believing that I will embark on some grand adventure. Whether the adventure me treking the sierra nevada or dating an overly interesting woman I am makebelieving that I know what is going on; after all, it is comforting to know that we can be in control in case of unforeseen circumstances. My earliest recognitions of child's play was acting in alternative roles from my life, searching for that escape. Maybe some of us never grow out of it. Maybe what Mr. Tayler is singing about, Booker T and his MGs are playing to is that the real struggle in life is the merge of our makebelieve with our reality.
Really I am just a bullshitter. Coasting my way from one conquest to the next make believing that I will embark on some grand adventure. Whether the adventure me treking the sierra nevada or dating an overly interesting woman I am makebelieving that I know what is going on; after all, it is comforting to know that we can be in control in case of unforeseen circumstances. My earliest recognitions of child's play was acting in alternative roles from my life, searching for that escape. Maybe some of us never grow out of it. Maybe what Mr. Tayler is singing about, Booker T and his MGs are playing to is that the real struggle in life is the merge of our makebelieve with our reality.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
It's All in the Reflexes
Grocery shopping had been put off for long enough so I finally broke down and went to the Yuba City walmart. My friends Andrade & Schwartz accompanied me on this mission for rations. After retrieving the necessary foods Andrade noted that he desired to watch a movie and drink beer so we ventured to the $5 DVDs. Often there are multiple copies of the same titles however on this occasion there was only one copy of John Carpenter's cinematic masterpiece Big Trouble in Little China. Schwartz said that he had never seen it - Andrade & I exchanged a glance and simaltaneously said "We need to get this movie!" We went back to the dorms and experienced the 1980s timelessness; the great one liners delivered by Kurt Russell's character Jack Burton and randomness of the plotline and props.
Jack Burton lines: "It's all in the reflexes"..."Can you stop rubbing your body against mine it makes it difficult to concentrate"..."You ladies sit tight, hold down the fort, keep the fires burning - if we're not back by dawn...call the president"..."That magic potion?...We drink?...Gives us powers?...Cool"
Christmas was nice back in Maine. I realized that I want to go to school back east. Medicine is my discipline of choice. My mother is an amazing person. Maine is great. Sugarloaf is the ideal northeast ski area. Audrey is still beautiful. Sophie's not far behind if lagging at all. Maine air breathed by familiar faces rejuvenates you.
Well I'm off, you know how it goes - bitches to see, mountains to ski.
Jack Burton lines: "It's all in the reflexes"..."Can you stop rubbing your body against mine it makes it difficult to concentrate"..."You ladies sit tight, hold down the fort, keep the fires burning - if we're not back by dawn...call the president"..."That magic potion?...We drink?...Gives us powers?...Cool"
Christmas was nice back in Maine. I realized that I want to go to school back east. Medicine is my discipline of choice. My mother is an amazing person. Maine is great. Sugarloaf is the ideal northeast ski area. Audrey is still beautiful. Sophie's not far behind if lagging at all. Maine air breathed by familiar faces rejuvenates you.
Well I'm off, you know how it goes - bitches to see, mountains to ski.
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