Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone

Last night I went to the James Taylor concert at the UC Berkeley Greek Theater with my mom. I have been a James Taylor fan for as long as I can remember. His songs would be my lullaby when I was a baby and at times still transport me into deep slumbers. As I reflected not only on the music of James Taylor I began to think about the power his and any artist (of any medium) possess. What a gift it is to influence and motivate people through your words and thoughts. This post isnt all that planned out or thought. Rather I am just marveling in the gifts we all have and amazed at how few actually use them.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

That's so raven

When did I lose control of the wheel and move to the passenger seat? Headed back to Boston. Currently homeless. But working on that at the moment and things could be banging. Week 6 is proving to be the week after just two short days. Moves are being made in all respects. Some good some bad. I have to keep my mouth shut and my heart open. Can I really go down that path? What is over that rainbow? Is it a pot of gold or just a few moments of tranquility? At what cost? In the end won't those few moments of tranquility turn into broken promises and trusts betrayed? So why do it? I won't do it. I will do it. I'll......

A year away and my clothing might be chosen for me. Whites in the summer, blues in the winter. Life is moving faster and faster yet I feel stagnant.

I've never lost control of the wheel. I'm still in the driver's seat. I just let the car go on cruise control. We gotta make a U-turn.

Just Playing

The question came Wednesday. Ash Wednesday. Summer is taking shape but it is almost over. Week 5 it got rolling. Week 6 lets keep the comedy coming. In my mind I see 4. I have one. I'd prefer none. I just wonder what would be different if I handled it differently? Would I be happier or am I just throwing my coins in the wishing well?

I might have a dream house in Boston. Yes please.

She was right about two things: It was comical and I wouldn't know what to do. But I'd try. If only.

Super Best Friends Skit Friday. Its nice not having the worst skit every week but I miss lowering the bar.

If I could go back in time

If I could go back in time I think I'd start with first grade. I'll give you my reasons why. See if I went back to first grade with the knowledge I have now I'd own all the other kids. See first grade is the first time they really put expectations on you. The way I see it I could skip a bunch of grades, graduate from high school in like 96 and then boom 2008 at the age of 19 I'd probably be rolling in the benjis. Yes please.

What you should know about Joe

He never rhymes on purpose
He is 6'1
The world makes more sense to him when he is with people who are laughing
For his friends he would walk through hell
And back if they asked him to. Even if they didn't.
He talks too much but then again he listens to much.
He gets carried away but always has the best of intentions at heart.
He is happiest in or around the San Francisco Bay Area.
He can cook pasta like nobody's business and nobody has a pretty respectable business.
He disapproves of the speed at which the summer is moving.
He would appreciate a franzarita as he has never gotten to try one.
He likes talking to pretty girls.
He is a dreamer.
He has ambition but it is often untapped.
He likes to make people laugh.
His big toes are shorter than the toes next to them.
He misses you.
But most importantly he likes you just the way you are.

So now you know everything you should know about Joe.
That time was on purpose.

Just a thought

I think about the future a lot. Probably one reason why I don't appreciate a lot of what is happening around me until it is gone and all that remains are the memories. No matter, a couple of things came to mind:

• Will I ever be married?

• Do I know my wife?

• Where does she live?
• What is she thinking about right now?
  
• How will we meet?
• How many kids will I have?

• Where am I going to live?

Besides all those random questions of little importance right this moment I've got nothing for you, well except for one thing. If anybody ever tells you to "fuck off" or if you are in the UK "piss off" respond by saying, "In what direction" then tell me what happens. I'm very curious to know.

Carousel li

In a moment somebody can vanish from your life. More importantly just as quickly they can return. We all have our own paths to follow or if we like, we can invoke the transcendentalist spirit of Emerson and not go where the path may lead, but instead go where there is no path and leave a trail. Whatever suits you I suppose.

Today I reconnected with two people who I otherwise have heard from at best once or twice since last summer. All of a sudden you are back in their lives and them yours. In a certain respect it seems for lack of a better word, fake. How is it that you can not talk to someone for months and then come back and expect them to let you back in? Shouldn't there be an on deck circle or something?

What truly amazes me is how much or how little we can shape somebody's life. Over the course of barely two months I was able to impact one of the people's I reconnect with life for the better. Their lucid memory really took me back when we discussed summer days past. I have always thought I possess a sharp mind and pride myself on my ability to recall events and happenings long after they have occurred . However, this individual was able to recollect even the smallest of details from last summer. I miss that.

This evening I learned something about an classmate from the SPN years. Life isn't fair to everybody and you wonder if there was anything you could have said or done. After awhile you reach the conclusion that you couldn't but a part of you never really believes or accepts that.

Finally, there are two people I haven't seen nearly enough. I know why, but I don't accept that. We all make decisions and sure I wish I would have made different ones. But the only thing we can do now is move forward. Still, dreams never hurt anybody.

Week 4 + Sleep over - yes please.

Week Four on approach

Get out of here? Week 4 already? Damn, son. The summer camp is flying by in both good ways and bad ways. With everyday I feel as though things are working themselves out and moving towards some fairly solid ground. Bad side? We are almost done man! Well not really, but we are closing in on the half way point which means my summer is getting ready to wrap up. (Where does the time go?)

With all of this in mind I am going to try and change some things moving forward. Mostly I want to Carpe Diem. It all boils down to that. My mind is constantly clouded by things that, while important, should not be the main focus of every day. It is time to let go and start living. Get busy living or get busy dying.