I walk out into the humid garage and flip on the switch. I'll make this decision 5 times this week. Which motorcycle do I ride to work and if not a motorcycle do I drive the 1959 Chevy or one of the newer nissans, another truck or the crossover suv? Whatever choice I make, this also affects which lunch box I take or don't take with me. You see where this is leading right. I'm the guy that eats the pudding first, then follows up with the sandwich. I save the carrots and salad for late afternoon.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Walking barefoot eating fresh bread
Sunday's for me since being on this new adventure riddled with observations, explosions of synapse and stimulated grey matter has been reserved to a few things. Habits, if you will. So this morning after piling the towels in the corner for the maid, folding my own laundry, putting it away, and cleaning the as advertised "full kitchen" in my suite, I stood over my thickly cut beef strips simmering in a mixture of onion, garlic, worstschire sauce, and a little bit of Dales (overly salty) seasoning.
It was just then, that I felt and remembered the same feeling I had when I was 20 and had moved out for the first time. I remembered Mom and my Grandparents bringing laundry baskets of groceries to start me out. I remembered not having much but having enough. Since I'm having this feeling and obviously correlating it with my experiences at the moment, because of my surroundings and the perception I've created in my mind to distract myself from how much I miss my family, my home, and the freedom of my "box" in the United States of America, which yes, Texas is still a part of.
Well, I wanted to write something down, and with the bread rising in the oven and the strips of beef simmering I didn't want to lose it. By the way, I haven't shared it with you yet, but I will. So here's what happenned, I'm standing there barefooted and I'm talking out loud, working through this thought about the feeling and the correlation and how I , atleast in my mind think I figured out another way to keep my head screwed on straight in this crazy world. A way to give my self those little victories, when so many times the overwhelming big picture almost destiny like path of life is looming too close to my persona, my ego.
It was really, very simple. Perhaps I muddied the water here a bit, with this long introduction, but hey, atleast I spared you from some obscure reference to an engineering term or forced equation.
My thought was this.
When you remember, something that makes you feel good, whether it is a memory that you hold and recall often, or if it is a memory of a feeling that comes from a scent, or a task you've done a hundred times in more than one location. Try to capture that, investigate it and understand why it made you feel good then, and why it makes you feel good now.
I investigated it, this personal "good feeling".
and in the end I came up with this.
When you walk barefoot, you walk slower, and you don't miss as much.
It was just then, that I felt and remembered the same feeling I had when I was 20 and had moved out for the first time. I remembered Mom and my Grandparents bringing laundry baskets of groceries to start me out. I remembered not having much but having enough. Since I'm having this feeling and obviously correlating it with my experiences at the moment, because of my surroundings and the perception I've created in my mind to distract myself from how much I miss my family, my home, and the freedom of my "box" in the United States of America, which yes, Texas is still a part of.
Well, I wanted to write something down, and with the bread rising in the oven and the strips of beef simmering I didn't want to lose it. By the way, I haven't shared it with you yet, but I will. So here's what happenned, I'm standing there barefooted and I'm talking out loud, working through this thought about the feeling and the correlation and how I , atleast in my mind think I figured out another way to keep my head screwed on straight in this crazy world. A way to give my self those little victories, when so many times the overwhelming big picture almost destiny like path of life is looming too close to my persona, my ego.
It was really, very simple. Perhaps I muddied the water here a bit, with this long introduction, but hey, atleast I spared you from some obscure reference to an engineering term or forced equation.
My thought was this.
When you remember, something that makes you feel good, whether it is a memory that you hold and recall often, or if it is a memory of a feeling that comes from a scent, or a task you've done a hundred times in more than one location. Try to capture that, investigate it and understand why it made you feel good then, and why it makes you feel good now.
I investigated it, this personal "good feeling".
and in the end I came up with this.
When you walk barefoot, you walk slower, and you don't miss as much.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Permanent Signs
Much like the "Free Beer tomorrow" sign I want to give followers a sense of hope that they have to be awake to ignore. I will spend the next several weeks preparing my profile and other idiosycronotic/hypnotic verbiage paradigms.
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