Saturday, December 27, 2008
christmas memories
After that I slowly embraced the “idea” of Christmas. That it was a time of giving, forgiveness and celebration for not only the birth of Jesus and the highpoint of various religious faiths across the planet, but a coming together of family and friends to express joy and love for another.
It’s a spirit that we usually lose around January 2nd, whether it be from the accursed hangover from New Year’s Eve or the inevitable return to the working grindstone.
There are memories that I do cherish for my own around the holidays from my youth that can never be replaced, yet are now substituted with current traditions. Back then, one of our uncles would go dress up in the shoddiest of Santa suits in the garage of grandma’s house and then come strutting up the block ringing a cow bell on cue from uncle Frank as he was in the living room telling stories to all us kids. He’d make us all sing carols and would call the “north pole” to find out if Santa was inbound In the air or not. Usually my Godfather would wear the suit, it really only fit him well. Some other uncles did it a few times, and even a few of my cousins or aunts, and yes, even I donned the ancient garb once to play Santa. That year Santa was the buffest and tallest he’d been.
There was always dinner and foodstuffs out on my grandparent’s dinner table. Turkey, bachaiau ( salted cod fish), desserts aplenty, appetizers and the always present bowl of M&M’s. There was always my Grandma’s Portuguese rice pudding that was well, too damn good for words. You never noticed it as kids because you were too involved with playing with each other or eagerly awaiting Santa, but man there was booze all around. Our aunts and uncles could, and still do drink like fish.
Grandpa used to have a warm fire going as he sat in HIS easy chair watching the family enjoy themselves around him. Then usually about 10:30-11pm, We all got dragged to midnight mass at church. In my family’s earlier days as Portuguese Catholics, it was mandated that you go. Now it’s a stark contrast as only a rare handful go to mass. My parents have been the only bastion of reliability on that part, due to no small part of them being dedicated to the choir.
The air back then for a 10 year old was damn near ball freezing. There was always frost on the roofs, and as you walked out of a toasty warm house to get into the icebox of a car, you’d see your breath all the way. In fact, you’ll see your breath during the entire car ride to the church. Midnight mass back then truly was midnight mass. It would start at midnight and end at 2am Later on during my high school years, the parishioners decided to try and get a bigger turnout by starting it at 11pm. It increased the turnout for a while, and then the demographics of the attendees and the housing area changed to a larger Hispanic population, which changed the mass further and eventually forced the change of priests, choirs, parishioners and finally the entire attendance. My parents finally gave up on Mt. Carmel church when I was in college and they moved, along with a choir director and other members to their current location at St. Pius, a few miles to the southwest.
The only true feeling that hasn’t changed all that much is there has always been a reason to come home Christmas eve after the festivities and mass. My parents and I would turn on a Christmas carol or Pope mass program, have a light snack, maybe some tea and give each other our gifts and maybe have one waiting in the morning for us.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Still getting shots in
Sunday, December 21, 2008
All mine
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Flying the friendly skies
Ah air travel, remember back in the days of the younger years? Hell, I still remember when smoking was allowed on flights. Along with complimentary meals, extra snacks, free headphones, more legroom, hot stewardesses, no threats of terrorist takeovers ( and speaking of, I miss not being able to take my pocketknife on a flight in case I need to defend myself or open a rogue bag of unopenable nuts).
I’ve noticed certain things when I fly. I’m not exaggerating on these next few items either. First, it doesn’t matter if I show up an hour early, two hours early, or 15 minutes before boarding, I am always one of the last ones to board the plane. I can remember once, I was on a night flight to San Diego back in 1994 to shack up with Ryan for a few days and check out some colleges to go to. I boarded in San Jose, and there was literally about 12 people on the flight. I still got a end of the line boarding pass and had to sit through the gate attendee go through the usual rigmarole of having to follow row calling procedures. Second, I always…always end up sitting behind a person who has to recline that damn seat back into my face. Pardon me, do you have head lice? Well I can see them. I’m also writing this on the plane right now at a 30% twisted side angle because of said lady who is in fact, having her head relaxed back far enough into my chest. At least I have the entire row to myself and I can spill out into the next seat with my gear.
Lets discuss the peanut situation now. I like nuts (not that kind of nuts you pervert). I like mawing down on an occasional peanut or 40. Now, there is something magical about that small pack of fourteen $236 airplane peanuts. It’s like, even if you don’t like nuts, the fact that you forked over two hundred bucks makes you a instant fan. Some people are fanatical about them. In fact, if they don’t get that nut sack, it’s as if the world is ending. Now pay attention to the nut eating etiquette. You have different classes of eaters. You have the solo artists, who try to moderate and ration the peanuts as if there is a planewide peanut shortage of biblical proportions which makes them either save the bag for later private time off the plane or more commonly, they’ll sit there eating one peanut at a time like some rabidly obsessed squirrel. On the opposite spectrum you have the peanut glutton, who will inhale the entire nut sac in one fail swoop. The human peanut vacuum they are. Guard your nuts on your life, less they will suck your bag into the gaping abyss too. Myself, I am a happy medium. I get about 5 nuts in my hand and toss about 4 of those sized handfuls into my gullet.
Now then, as for other observations…hmmm…lets see. Let me look around the flight here…you have the old salty war vet and his wife up front. Both are above 80 years old and smelling of a curious concoction of ben gay, mothballs and sauerkraut. Granny saved her peanuts in her purse for later. No doubt that in that bag of hers there is at least 10 other bags of nuts, a pack of sugar free gum, butterscotch disks, tissues, big red blood pressure horse pills, and assorted trash bits.
There’s the young make-out couple across the aisle. They are taking cuddling to a whole other level. As well as making out. Yeah, ok, we know you guys are so in love that its sickeningly sweet. Its as if I downed an entire bottle of pancake syrup and then brushed my teeth with butter-cream frosting. As for you two lovebirds thinking you’re being slick by trying to cuddle underneath a tiny sweater…I know what various hands are doing under that thing. Find the salami anyone? Possibly a rousing game of stinky pinky.
There’s the mid twenties sports dude who’s dying for a beer but in no way can he afford the exuberant cost for a small adult beverage in-flight. Instead, he resorts to trading barbs with his buddy across the seat from him in a adolescent, fraternal, closet gay way. He’s not gay though, no way dude, he loooves the ladies, and GO (__insert local favorite sports team here to validate masculinity__)!!! I joke though…but he is an Oakland A’s fan though…
Of course, there is always that taboo single traveling hot chick that you in no way feasible have the cojones to talk to, but you damn wish you were sitting next to the entire flight. The only problem is that if you were sitting there, you would no doubt get caught at least a few times starring at various sexy body parts. Yeah horndog, I know, I know. You would like to give her a tour of the cockpit, but face it, your best line would probably consist of something along the lines of offering some airline peanuts which would end in one of two ways. One, she’d take personal offense in thinking something is subliminally meant by offering her to put your nuts in her mouth to chow on, or two; she would be one of the two earlier discussed peanut eaters, which would either make her a crazy nut hoarder or a disgusting nut consumer. Either way, you lose, so go back to reading that skymall magazine and imagining fantasies with her every 30 seconds or so on average that guys think of things sexual.
Amazingly, the one thing that I am missing on this flight is either the 300 lb behemoth of a person that is sometimes crammed into the seat next to you (that you usually get instead of the hot chick, and he smells of a wonderful goat cheese & acidulous B.O. stank) who asks for (actually demands…and you will comply if you wish to live) your spare peanuts, or the lovingly loud screaming child that will scream for no damn reason. I swear, you could have the most fantastical perfectly heaven-send breast that you or the entire world would want to suckle on in front of you kid, but instead you decide to screw the entire flight’s passenger’s universes by yelling your head off. Remember kid, one day when you’re thirty, you’ll be sitting next to a super-hot babe making your move with your peanuts and there will be a mother and child in front of you who will interrupt your stinky pinky game by reclining all the way back into your chest to scream its head off. Karma’s a bitch kid.
Now then, let’s put up that tray table and seat to it’s full and upright position and prepare for landing….*ding*
Up til today
So, tonite, we are having a small dinner with two of his brothers and us. We're making a ham and some sides, and we ordered him a nice birthday cake. It will be a long day for me today since right after I get off the plane and in the house I will be cooking and prepping. I shouldn't be able to relax until about 11pm, and then its off to sleep before coming right back here to Phoenix tomorrow. It will be worth it though.
Mom decided to get him a nice watch for a gift and I booked all of us a trip to Kauai in March for a long overdue, relaxing family vacation. Unfortunately due to a unforeseen credit card hiccup, the surprise was blown for him as he got wind of what I was doing. He doesn't seem to be putting up a fight for right now, but I'm sure he will try to be pessimistic about it. He's already tried to drop the "we can't make far future plans because we don't know when doctors appointments are going to be" excuse. I told him to shut it, seeing that the trip is 5 days and he can schedule around it.
I think its a trade off now days for what we have to give and learn from eachother. He's shown me temperance, financial smarts, do-it-yourself skills and determination. I think it's my job to show him how to enjoy life a little. Outside of roadtrips to Arizona or southern Cali ( which usually always have a tie-in to a business agenda), the last vacation, or family vacation at that too, was in 1994 when we all went to the Azores. Over 14...FOURTEEN years ago. There's something inherently wrong with that.
Outside of plans for today, this week has been a, um, average week with some interesting nuances. It's been week two of being off my vitamin supplements, and my sleep has continued to be better and more resting. The awkward part about it is that as I sleep, my dreams have gotten exponentially more vivid and intense. The strangeness of the dreams varies, but two nights ago I had a strange dream about a lobster king disguised as a human attempting to kill us all. With the assistance of my boss, some of my work crew and my ex girlfriend, we lured him into a steam tunnel with abandoned cars in it and "steamed" him to death.
Crystal has been making near nightly cameo appearances in my dreams. Some are disturbing, most of the time we have an argument in the dream and things are just awkward for the mostpart in them.
Work has been good for money this week, unfortunately the clientele has been lackluster. Assholes and elbows mostly. There was a pair of fights last night, including one outside that starred a chick vs a dude. I'll give the dude some credit, he let her wait on him for a bit before common sense clicked in his head being..."alright, if your talking shit like a dude, starting a fight, and hitting me like a dude...it's on." He ended up hitting her a few times in the face, giving her a lump on the head, a busted bloody nose and a fat lip. Some customers and employees broke up the fight, but no repercussions were made on the dude seeing that everyone agreed that the girl was deserving of him defending himself.
I made 30 clove garlic chicken Thursday. It was delicious.
Sunday, December 07, 2008
A grand experiment
It was a bit strange not having people over or to go out for Sunday football today and not tearing it up. I did have a productive and as ease day off however. I got up at 11:30 after a 6 hour sleep feeling refreshed. I put some ball on as I got a light breakfast together and defrosted a steak for dinner. After that, I gathered a bank deposit and walked Jenny on a 4 mile walk to the bank and back. I took my time and even drained my iPod battery on the stroll. I got back, paid my bills off, finished laundry, had some lunch, picked the last crop of my peppers before winter claims back the plants, reorganized the patio and played some games before having dinner and watching discovery tv.
The past few days I've been working in the garden, planted a tree, baked some banana and cranberry breads, tidied up the house some, Christmas shopped and other small stuff too. I was wondering how I suddenly got enough energy to do things again this week.
Well for one, I wasn't hungover after a Sunday party day, so yes, the refrain from liquor is definitely a plus, but I experimented a bit further. For the past few months I had been maintaining a steady regimen of supplements for my meals (or lack thereof). I was taking a daily dose of Vitamin B-12, echinacia, DHEA, and another multivitamin. The echinacia and the DHEA aren't the problem, but the vitamins, I feel, were throwing my body even further out of sync. The B-12, while not harmful to your body, effectively acted like a energy booster. Unlike a drinkable energy drink like Redbull or Rockstar which have a heavy vitamin and sugar crash, usually B-12 doesn't have that serious of an effect.
Unfortunately mixing the supplements with a hangover caused a very ugly rollercoaster ride that made me even more moody than I usually am. So this week, without taking supplements and not drinking, I am sleeping less but with more rest and have been very productive this week.
I'll see how this next week progresses going into my Dad's birthday next Sunday when I go home for a day.
drudging up the past
I was digging around for old photos of family to make presents for some of my family when I dragged up some pics of Doug, Dirty Ryan and I from well back in high school. It's amazing how fast time passes!
At Pescadero beach in January of 94
Ah, Dirty Ryan on one of our many bike rides back in the day. I bet Dirty missed that good ole bike.
Ryan and the Dog Broad Izzy at Pescadero
Douglas "reflecting" on something at Bean Hollow beach
Ah, the infamous trizan hack pick in front of Ryan's house after a hacky sack session back in 93. I really...really miss those shorts. I literally wore them until they were nothing more than ripped strips.
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Making it look like Christmas threw up in my house
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Climbing out of the rabbit hole for a dose of reality.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Advents of Technology
Monday, November 03, 2008
A lost weekend
The mystery box
I received a box in the mail the other day all the way from Japan and Dirty Ryan. The irony is that I was prepping a box of stuff to send to him, so it was a bit eerie to get one for my birthday. Ryan did listen to my holiday requests in that he sent me a bunch of exotic foods and a recipe to try. They're all laid out above, and as a running joke, that small can in the center is of course...horse cock. Ah the memories of our last escapade in San Diego a few years back wherein Ryan was able to convince a drunken Marc and Doug one night in the hotel to take a big bite of a canned mystery meat. Tasty horse cock...yum!
It was a pleasant surprise to get it, and I thank him immensely. I will be trying his wares this week at some point in time. Maybe this weds or Sunday as Doug has the day off and we can both revisit the horse meat.
Friday, October 24, 2008
updates
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Week 2 so far
Well, so far this week has been calming and relaxing. I worked Tues and Weds, and on Weds night we went out to Frashers in Scottsdale for a nice dinner. We all had the dinner special, grilled Ono tuna with greens and a citrus cream sauce and our choice of sides. We all opted for creme brulee for dessert. Its a really nice restaurant that is dirt cheap for what you get, plus the atmosphere is relaxing. We ate in the dining room, but they also have a lounge and a bar area. So far all the times I've eaten there, I've been very happy.
This morning we all woke up, and since I had the day off, we headed out for the day. While we were out, we had the option to pass by a apartment building listing for sale. Wasn't worth it. In fact, it was in a area I was sent to before, so once I arrived I knew that it was no good. I'd rather not go to a building I own to check up on it and have to bring a sidearm.
We left the building and headed over to the Phoenix Art Museum for a few hours. It was a good time and we all saw a lot of good pieces there. Their monthly special gallery was cowboy art, and a few of them were so greatly painted that it was surreal. You expected to step into the painting. Dad really liked those. We went through the abstract, classical, fabrics, sculpture and mixed media sections for a few hours before making a pit stop in the gift shop to browse. I picked up my annual Christmas ornament for this year there, along with a pair of "Buddha Boards". Best way I can describe it, its a slate board with a strange finish on it. They give you a calligraphy brush to dip in water, then you make brush strokes on the board. The wet areas turn dark and stay there for about 5 minutes before it dries away, supposedly leaving you and the board with a clean slate. I got one for me and one for a undetermined gift.
We got out of there about 2 and headed over to the Chinese grocery store to pick up dinner and some other items. I love this store. Its dirt cheap, with good quality items. The downside of it is that its 16 miles away from home. We ended up getting 3 mackerels, 2 packs of whole sardines, 2 packs of whole mussels, some spices, taro root, shallots, chilis, fresh rolls and one whole large red snapper. We had the snapper, baked Portuguese style for dinner. It was tasty, but the fish was a bit mushy. Its the breed of fish. Usually we use a rockfish or other firm fish, but this one looked good, so we tried it out. No matter, we ate it anyways.
After dinner, Dad watched his Thursday wrestling and I made a banana bread and a pumpkin bread. While they were in the oven, I tackled updating my desktop computer. I never use the thing hardly since I have this laptop, so it keeps out of date. Two hours later, its done.
My folks made a few points today. Its true what they say, that as you get older, you don't have much time for bullshit, so you say whats on your mind. So far I've gotten out of them that I need to hurry up and try to move home, that I should get a better job, that I need to be even more careful with my money than I already am, and that tonight especially-I need to lose weight because I have a little belly. Thanks guys, and yes, I know. I've gained about 15 lbs and I have a little belly. I'm also self-conscious about it and unfortunately unmotivated to do anything about it. I just can't get in the mood. That goes with a lot of things though. Generally unmotivated. That currently sums it up.
Anyways, manana is another day, and another work day at that. Hope to make some cash.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Mom & Pop's week one
Apparently mom and pop found it necessary when they first arrived here last Sunday to try out the foosball table in the first 5 minutes. They ended in a tie. It's just funny to see two 70 yr olds dueling it out in a slow grudge match for foosball supremacy. It's been a mixed week so far of randomly shifting weather and social outings. They arrived to a 70 degree cow front only to have it go back up to 98 degrees four days later. Dad does what he does best in working religiously in the yard to surpass my standards in lieu of his own, walking jenny once or twice a day, napping on the couch and making sure to watch his wrestling. Mom uses me as a outlet to get out of the house when time permits and go shopping or go out to see or do something with cultural value.
I ended up taking them to a Broadway show at ASU last Thursday. We saw The Rat Pack, a touring impersonation song and comedy show based on Sinatra, Sammy Davis and Dean Martin. It was a very good show and the actors sang, danced and acted exactly like the original artists. Dad really liked it, which is funny because he is always...ALWAYS pessimistic about going and doing anything outside his safety bubble, but as always, he finds himself really enjoying himself. Such a hypocrite at times.
I had asked off the weekend at work to have a good family dinner and possibly to head out of town, but the trip fell through. Saturday I made a roasted turkey, green bean casserole, stuffing and pumpkin pie. A early preemptive thanksgiving if you will seeing that I never make it home for turkey day any longer. I invited some people over, but only my buddy Chris and my cousin Chris were able to make it over. It was good to have my cousin over and let him have family time. Since he moved out here for school he has been very homesick and in need of release. After a long dinner and talking, Both Chris' and I decided to give him that release he needed and walked up to the bar. We chatted and laughed for hours and even gave an impromptu karaoke singfest via the jukebox at fox & hound before i decided to get my cousin out before the bar did. Captain stumbles however was...how can I say...unable to walk without support. Hello shopping cart. My cousin had his own personal taxi service back to the house. Dragging him inside was another daunting task. Trying to guide and carry a 6'4" boy inside to pass out was near impossible. He made it to the bedroom floor where he passed out cradling a bucket. I stayed up to watch over and make sure he passed out alright. The boy had fun and he thanked me, but it may be a while before he can hang with the big boys. I'll give him advanced training the next few sessions.
Sunday was a nice long, lazy hungover couch day. Leftovers for dinner and a early bedtime.
Today dad and I decided to excavate the recently dead 13 ft palm tree in the front. Two men, sharp instrumental tools, a chain saw, brute strength and an hour and a half later, we had palm tree logs, a new hole dug and a new navel orange tree planted in the front. Dad is passed out now and will be for a few hours. It was good exercise, which I definitely feel is needed-twenty axe and pick axe blows and I'm sweating and panting in 90 degree heat. It was good bonding time too, and we got something done. I'm making slow cooked rib tips in homemade bbq sauce for dinner, which we will gobble up before dad has his wrestling on tonite.
We'll see what week two brings.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
seriously?? fourteen thousand??
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
all I want for Christmas
I was poised with the question from a friend recently about what I would like for Christmas. Really? This early? I can't say I'm not guilty, I've already started my Christmas shopping. I don't have to deal with crowds, traffic, and insane holiday prices. Most of my shopping is online and shipped anyways. Usually too, on the rarity that I am asked this question, I always play it down and say that I never ask for anything. Well this year I have some ideas of useful items that I could benefit from having around.
A shower suction cup shaving mirror-My old one of 7 years finally broke the other day and I'm fairly certain its toast.
Socks & chonnies-they're old, holey and just plain ugly.
A weight bench with a leg lift option-fitness, plain and simple, need to do it.
A new cooler-my large camp cooler is still good, but my normal cooler is just not pulling it's weight any longer.
Dog toys for Jenny- nothing small, preferably fuzzy and squeaky to replace her beaten old ones. She hates rawhide & indestructible kong toys btw..
Playstation 3- sorry, I need my token needless gaming, but I don't see this one happening, so It'll go on my own personal shopping list to get myself along with a 50 inch LCD flatscreen TV, a spa and a new bike.
A new blender- Like my shower mirror, my first blender ever took a crap last week. I am smoothie-less currently.
Weird and exotic foods and spices- I'm a foodie and I love trying new things in the kitchen. Besides, chances are I'll cook something up or serve them to you, so in essence, you are treating yourself too.
Lastly, either come and visit me or go on a trip with me- The time spent, along with the experiences are priceless, whether it be going someplace local, or new, or out of town.
There, that should be greedy enough of me.
the start of...fall??
Friday, September 26, 2008
something smells funny
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
10 songs that shaped my youth
Monday, September 15, 2008
the ups and downs of a week
Friday, September 12, 2008
ho ho already?
You all better hurry up...only 94 days until Christmas. Seems like every year I start my Christmas shopping earlier and earlier. This year is no exception. I will be shopping a bit more on the cheap side however, and the shopping list is significantly smaller in terms of people. That is once again, gone the way of the Christmas party in terms of why should I go out of my way to give a gift to someone that I only hear or see from when they think they are getting something out of it. I know it defeats the general premise of Christmas by not acting nice to others like that, but seriously, if you aren't around all year, why should I go out of my way for you? Maybe I'll get you a fruitcake.
I did see a Christmas Ad today, which was kinda scary. It was for a local news station, advertising auditions for their 2008 Christmas angel campaign, looking for a poster child for their ads. There's only one last step left before the holiday rush...I expect Walmart and most big stores to start putting up their Christmas aisles within the next 2 weeks.
There are things to look forward to however-well besides the football season kicking off already...going home for Christmas to see family, winter weather, the cold crisp chill in the air, the Christmas spirit.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Just because you see sunlight doesn't mean the storm is over.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Karma continued
Sunday, August 24, 2008
My lucky streak...the wrong way
Apparently my karma may need laundering due to the wonderful streak of bad luck I've had the past 4 days.
Without telling me, the gas company decided to dig up my front yard along with two of my adjacent neighboors yards to assess a gas pipeline or a leak or something...whatever it was, they didn't tell us, they just came in and dug.
In the process, they severed my cable and internet lines. So now I'm sponging airwave internet waves. At least I half a half competent receiver to access it on a minimal level.
The other night I got back from work, which, in the past few nights we've had 3 fights..fun..I came back home and decided to check my email and pay some bills before I went to bed. On checking my credit card statement, I saw that someone had jacked my number and started charging things from a website on my card. The service centers were not open 24/7 for charge disputes, so I had to wait til morning to deal with it. Got up after a few hours sleep, spent an hour on the phone trying to deal with it, and ended up getting the typical pas around rigamaroll that ended in a new card number and card issued, but the charges are still not off my original account. Talking with them today, I need to call Monday to the disputes department and get them removed. Obviously nobody co-operates at the bank because nobody knows whats going on and I have recommendations varying from not paying the bill, waiting for reimbursements, dealing with the company directly, paying my bill minus the charges or calling tomorrow. WOW.
After dealing with that the other day, I took my truck to the shop to get road ready for my trip to Cali next week and took it up the ass for $600 for a front brake job and needed maintenance.
With all the fights Friday night at work, it was amature night, and at the end of it all, we barely walked with over a hundred bucks. Considering I made fifty the next morning when I opened, that verified that the night sucked.
At least my foot is better and I got plenty of sleep last night. I ordered a body cleanse package from a health store the other day and am starting that off on a good note as my immediate energy is already up. Plus, with the cable off, I am forced to do other things like read, write, clean, do chores, so its not all bad.
I just can't wait to get out of here next weekend and have a week off to relax in cool weather with friends and family.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Carpe diem
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Carpe diem is a phrase from a Latin poem by Horace (See "Source" section below).
It is popularly translated as "seize the day". The general definition of carpe is "pick, pluck, pluck off, gather" as in plucking or picking a rose or apple, although Horace uses the word in the sense of "enjoy, make use of, seize."
seize the day
seize the day
seize the day
seize the day
bless you all......
Friday, August 15, 2008
Static Flow pt 1 of 2
Static flow pt 2 of 2
It was that element of suspension that I was becoming aware of as I was staring at that plane hanging stoically from the ceiling. That is one boring plane, I told myself. Day in and day out, it just hangs there. I wanted, in that very moment, for it to snap off the lines and plummet to the carpet below. Just for the sake of change and movement.
That's when I started to compare my routing existence to that plane. Daily, the routines are the same. Minutes whisk away into hours, hours into days, days into months. Next thing I know, my years are flying by and I've been sitting static, comfortable with my surroundings and numb to the world. Usually that happens when you experience the flow, but I haven't been in that state for years. That's what's disturbing.
As kids, we are not too wise in the rational aspects of life. We try things out, and if they are pleasurable, we do it again. If they cause trauma, chances are, we know its bad so we don't do it again. As we have gotten older(though sometimes not really wiser), our rationality prohibits us from just going and doing something. We talk ourselves out of things because gas costs too much, we may get into trouble, we may get hurt, something is too far, too dirty or whatever.
My point being, is that we don't jump anymore. Experiencing something different takes that leap, or that jump from ourselves to do that new experience. Comfort and rationality now is the bain of adulthood. Next thing you know, you're near elderly, haven't done your share of jumping and are to the point of not being able to do anything about it.
I've dished out a lot of introspective talk about taking that next leap but haven't done a thing about it. Is it getting over fear? What made that first recreational skydiver leap out of a perfectly good airplane? Or the bungee jumper to step off the ledge? Ask most bungee jumpers or people with falling phobias what scares them the most about it and they will say that its not the fall that scares them, but the landing that puts the fear in them.
That fear of landing, the crashing uncontrollably to your demise is the premise to trying new things. It's not the journey, or the falling into something new, but if you try something new and fail by landing on your face is the downside. The reward however should supersede the potential failure. The journey of attempting something new gives you that ravenous opening up the Christmas presents under the tree feeling of giddiness coupled with the success of achieving your goal while you sit amidst chewed up wrapping paper in awe with your new toys.
There's a Maori saying that to experience a spiritual journey or heightened enlightenment, God has to know that there's blood on the line. Its a roundabout way of saying that the reward is equal to the risk. Live a static life, and you're not going to have much excitement or very much to talk about. Find you're flow in life in experiencing what you can to the fullest and that flow state should be endless.
All it takes is that first jump. Think of doing the hardest thing you could do, then go do something doubly hard. After that, everything else you used to do is cake. Probably because its been on my mind, but I had a dream of jumping out of a plane last night.
Its time to jump. I may need a shove, but I need to jump.