My biggest fear growing up was striking out without swinging. The dreaded ‘backwards K’. Last week I was in SF at the Giants/ Marlins game and caught this guy looking. Literally.
I have to listen to this at least once each week. In the words of Sinatra. ‘The perfect marriage of words and music.’
This was the first African Lion my wife and I saw while traveling in Botswana on our Honeymoon. I was shocked to see how close we got to him. He was totally chill and I was terrified as it should be in nature.
I’ll go chronologically incase, in like 100 years, they’ll discover that somehow these two blog posts Are actually connected in some spiritual way — I wouldn’t want them to waste their time making the ‘discovery’ that they were posted out of order. So in order…not alphabetical…
My best friend Paolo, the guy who taught me about what it means to enjoy a concert. The guy who told me about ‘Jerry’ songs and ‘Bobbie’ songs..The one who had tapes…. He is the kind of guy who makes you feel stupid by his intelligence and then assures you that you are OK because he has absolutely no idea what is appropriate, fair, decent or fine. he is all heart, like it or not. Paolo grew up in NYC and he carries that glow with him– even though he has spent everyday since I’ve known him denying it. His parents (who i adore) have moved out of Manhattan and to the Hamptons and Paolo and his wife invited me to come spend the 4th of July.
Yes. I got in a fight on the Jitney with some Indian chick who refused to turn the clicking sound off on her i phone. Can’t get into it further until my deposition. I also can’t get too specific with this story because there are people I love involved BUT…The Hamtpons are beautiful. We surfed. (ditch plains) We kayaked. (some swamp with
Yup. The burden of blogging has beaten me again. I believed my blog was blossoming but blo and behold I’m falling behind. I’m 36 years old and I have the confidence, wisdom and arrogance of someone who has 36 year old dentures. I’m not a ‘New Yorker’ as you might think but I do have very strong views about this city, it’s residents and the surrounding ‘mis en scene’. Whether I like it or not, despite all the city has to offer and regardless of the great amount of respect I have for it… two components that are inextricably linked to life here are THE HAMPTONS and BON JOVI. Stop. I know, you hate them both and so do I. There two experiences I know less about and could care less about than ‘Summering in The Hamptons’ or ‘Living on a Prayer with Bon Jovi’. I did both this summer and I’m better because of it. Great line in the NY Times Sunday Magazine today. The article was a memoir about a recovering addict — who was a writer and actually wrote the article. Ohh yeah.. last line…”I now inhabit a life I do not deserve, but we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn’t end anytime soon.” David Carr (2008) Tell that to GREG NORMAN who is leading the British Open at 53 years old.
The san Francisco airport sucks for most things unless you are in the international terminal where they have a great sushi spot. Lots of Japanese. But I’m in the cruddy American terminal about to get another delayed and ove sold flight but I’m alright wit it ciz I’m making a post on my phone. I also have a wired magazine in my bag. I’m such a tool.
My buddy Tim sent me this sweet link to site that creates visual art out of written words. I assume it’s a pretty simple java app but the results are kind of fun. I submit a journal I wrote about 10 years ago and this is what it looks like.
Just because your mother recommends a book doesn’t mean that it sucks. Seriously, after a few CS Lewis reads I had sworn off recommendations from my Mom. Recently she gave me a book called Agent Zigzag about a double agent in World War II named Eddie Chapman. Incredible story. This guy went from prison to Nazi spy training to British hero and back to prison. Read more http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Codename_Zig-Zag I’m now starting Rock On by Dan Kennedy.