Life

Today

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With the exception of 5 hours of coffee making; Smoggie Catt and I haven't done anything today. A lot of laying around and sleeping but it's felt good.  

It's nice to go go go but it's also nice to mellow.  

But now I need groceries and that debit card I left at the bar on Friday or Saturday still needs retrieving.  

Excursion

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We went in search of somewhere. We found somewhere else. We wandered into Smallville USA in Southern Washington. I don't recall the name of the town. The water was colder than I expected; but after a waddling around it felt decent.

The rocks were slippery and slimy, the little fish and tadpoles didn't fear a thing, and the kids were "hunting" out crawfish. There was the most gorgeous view of Mt Hood; but all I could muster was this mediocre photograph. 

All just a blink from Portland on this sunny, summer day.  

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Hi Internet; My Weekend and Such

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  • I floated down a river for 7 hours
  • I wrecked a raft at some point, got some cool adventure scratches, lost a shoe
  • I floated some more and some more
  • jumped from a big tree into the water below
  • Camped out
  • Slept by a campfire
  • went hiking multiple times at Lower McCleay Park
  • Started many art projects around my house; even completed a few
  • Talked to many people, learned many a thoughts, letting them simmer

 I don't have any photos, but I'm living so hard and it feels so good. 

I am in love where I am and what I know. Stuff is happening.

Life is right; It don't always makes sense, but that's what makes it fun. 

Head Thought

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I wish that people could thought as much as they speaked.  If you get what I saying then you understand my reservation to speakings and inclination to hiking.

Sleep Schedule

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I've recently began opening at work again. Something I did all the time in Gainesville, but it wasn't until recently I lived close enough for that to be a reality in Portland. But the new re-found position feels great. 

All of this means I have to be at work at 4:30am, so I get up at 4-4:10am at latest; it's twenty minute walk or 7 minute bike ride.

It's a little hard to get up at times, but I love seeing the city just before it wakes up, and the temperature and low energy in the air is just lovely. This morning I saw the mood still shining bright on my way into the job place.

With this new schedule it seems like my sleep schedule has been 1-4am and 1-4 or 5pm. That's two separate 3-4 sleepings at best. It's weird, but it works and it's becoming a pattern really quick. I'm trying to convince my body it doesn't need such a long sleeping in the afternoon part, but it just depends how long the opening shift is. 8 hour shifts definitely mean longer naps. 

PDX Pop Now

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I went to PDX Pop Now yesterday afternoon. It's a 3 day, all local, all ages, free festival of sorts. Where anyone can come and listen to bands play on one of two stages. All kinds of music. All kinds of people. Definitely a cool experience; really chill atmosphere only a few blocks from the Eastbank Esplanade.  

If you ever have the opportunity to see the band: Orquestra Pacifico Tropical don't pass them up.

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Today Stuff

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Today:

  1. Saw an art I'd like on my wall.
  2. Bought new jeans. Including a blue pair. First blues in at least 8 years. I felt a little more American just trying them on. 
  3. Martha and I filmed a new episode of A.B. TV.
  4. Took time to admire the beautiful Portland skyline.
  5. Also I got a new hat
  6. And gave that cute girl a lucky penny,  

Yesterday and Today and Everything Else, Too

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Yesterday I went to a cool art show on SE Belmont called "Boxes of Death" where artist from around town were given miniature coffins and told to make whatever they so desired from/on it. There were some really interesting concepts, lots of people, and just good people observing time.

This West Coast vibe is so pure and chill. I hope to be able to assimilate within it organically, but as of late it's all so surreal and beautiful to me. All I can do is sit back and watch in awe of life and all it's beautiful insanity. 

Everything Else, Too:

I have the upmost respect for my manager and coworkers; more so than ever before, but also becoming more and more aware of the tedious nature of my job. I'm not saying my work ethic has diminished at all.  I just feel more extreme emotions concerning my job.

I don't let spilt coffee stress me, I won't let a long line get under my skin. Not that it ever did before but I feel more numb to it all. 

I don't mind people asking for picky things, that's the nature of my job. For better or for worse that is what Starbucks has created.

It's the idea of being oblivious as to what you are ordering, where it came from, and how much work it takes to get you what you eat/drink that drives me ever towards insanity/enlightenment.  

As a comfortable First World earthling we forget how much of what we enjoy in some way or some form comes from nature.

We forget how many trees are chopped down so we have a napkin or a bag to carry our "stuff" in because why carry around a reusable bag; thats too heavy on our backs or you might get sweaty. Fuck!  

That we as a species are so picky about what we eat; while other animals are force fed shitty mediocre food pumped full of "stuff" so that they will grow exponentially faster so that we have can have a sausage sandwich on our way into our job that we will bitch about all too often.

I won't even get started on the amounts of plastic that goes un-recycled or the amounts of food that gets tossed into the garbage.

The life of another fellow earthling forced through a concentration camp of sorts so that we Manimals have food, but end up throwing it away without even thinking twice about it. It hurts! 

It hurts to let my mind pander on such things. I don't do it too often and try to consume as little as possible in my own little world to help better balance my part of the world. But how long can this go on? We can't keep think that we can eternally extract forever and ever.

I don't like to talk about work. Work is something I do to make my music and art ambitions a reality. But lately I have become more and more aware of my fox origins and with that comes a fondness for the forest that only a fox can have.

So TODAY!

Today after work I lied around in the bed and let the cool breeze blow through the window with my good friend, Smoggie Catt. She really does keep me sane and I love her dearly.  

Also just before coming to the Starbucks to take advantage of it's interwebs (because I do not have them at the moment) I went to my friend Tim's to grab his guitar.

He wrote out the basics of guitar tabs and I plan to try and learn guitar finally!!! That is how I will spend my night.

No work tomorrow; time to see how quickly I learn this thing! I just want to be on the stage again. It's the one place I feel most alive besides wandering around the forest.

I can't be in the forest all the time at this present moment though. So I NEED music. I've been writing all kinds of words and I just want to share with them with the entire world! 

It's never too late for change! Never too late to rethink ideals. Times change, technologies do too; as should laws.

Change is inevitable, evolution is guaranteed. It's time to long for a greater goodness. 

 

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Don't Tell Me What "I Won't"

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I woke up still feeling a little altered, loving this city, this region of the the world, wanting to climb mountains toward the sky, and wanting to make music that gives people the feels of Sigur Ros with a grunge rock twist.

And that's exactly what I will do. Magic happens in moments, but echoes for a long time.  

Too many words to type and my break is almost over. I still have to make Middle America's coffee. But not for much longer; I have places to go and things to see. No time to be restrained by time and money.  

"Freedom's just another term for nothing left to lose" -Janis Joplin

 

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Sometimes

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Sometimes I fail at replying to emails, text messages, and postal mail. If you happen to be one of those unfortunate people; I'm sorry. It's nothing personal. I just have a shitty attention span, but I'm working on bettering that.