I'm back. You didn't even notice I was gone I suppose. I've been sick and hiding out from the world. You didn't really want to listen to me lament about spewing at 3am did you? See how nice I am to spare you all of that.
I'm home for lunch right now. No more soup for me - real food. That's why you should hate me. Not the food part, but because I have a 3 mile commute to work and then I can come home during the day. That and I live in California where it's 75° out, trees are blooming and leaving out, and the air smells like fresh grass all the while back in the home country it's single to negative digits. Gloat now, bitch later. I know that the triple digit temps are on their way, but I think that this being my third summer in Bakersfield that it shouldn't be so bad. At least, that's what I keep telling myself.
HELL YEA I just got my passport. Okay, time to so see some foreign soil and Canada doesn't count. And to make the it the best two minutes of the day...there were cds on my doorstep. Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers and Josh Clayton-Felt. I think I'll be enjoying some fine music while I look at plane tickets this evening.
I stood there looking at the Burnt Sienna and Phalo Green. Some hesitation came over me. What stopped me from investing in this creative outlet? I'm not exactly sure. I used to paint, I used to create. Back when I was in high school while listening to Digable Planets. Then came college and the numbers, calculations, and studies. The only creativity I found was designing a logo for our Technical Writing team and a collage. I did start to get back in touch with my artistic inner when I first moved to Bakersfield. Painting tables and dressers for my apartment.
That's how this last spurring started. I want to repaint a bench/table a burnt orange for the living room. Figure, while I'm at it I should try to lay some pigment to canvas. So far, I've not brought myself to buy one yet. Not exactly sure why. I tell myself it's because I don't have the time or space to dedicate to it like I used to. Fundamentally it's a lie.
I'm not dead, just unmotivated. If you find that you have a little extra stashed in an old shoebox underneath your bed - throw it box, slap some postage on that baby and send it my way. Not sure exactly what my problem of late has been. I've got tons of things that I should be doing - like right now, sleeping would be a marvelous activity. I've got a website to redesign/update for my kayaking group. Man, what have I gotten myself into...I can't even get this updated. I just need, I just need a, I just need a kick in the ass sometimes.
So instead of sleeping what am I doing? Well it would seem that because of eliz I've discovered something new and wonderful. At least, by first listen it would seem so. Josh Clayton-Felt. Took the chance at ordering the cd after only listening to a snippet of the song. One of the last times I did that it was John Mayer's cd Inside Wants Out. We'll see how it goes.
Eh, early morning meeting tomorrow. Better get some sleep after all.
See bro? This is what I'm having to use as an ice scraper. I wish I could say I had some parting ceremony for it when I threw it in the trash declaring "Now that I live in California, this I will not need." But alas, some scoundrel made off with it when they stole a box of things from the back of my truck. So until then it looks like it's a Sun 60 cd case for me.
Make the tally 3 for number of coworkers who could be headed to graduate school this fall for their MBAs. I really have no desire to go to graduate school right now let alone for a MBA. But get this - Harvard and MIT are among the schools they'll be headed to. Damn. I got a letter of inquiry from MIT when I was in high school (yea, I was a pseudo-smarty). I never sent it back, but it was cool to see all the schools that were interested in my money (or what they didn't know was the lack there of) all over the country. Part of me wishes that I would have ventured out of the state for that college experience. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy where my education has lead me and I try to live my life without regrets. Still, sometimes you wonder what if... That's the funny thing about what ifs, is what if any other choice/event would have just lead you to the same spot that you are in life anyway.
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