The hippopotamus makes its own sunscreen.
Always a fun time at the exploration station at the San Bernadino California museum.
Today, the sun rose on a new era, one a little less creative, less daring, less provocative. The goblin king of rock and roll, has left a trail of wonder and surprises for each and every one of us. It is you who must decide as he has already chosen. I first opened the door during my post youth renaissance, at the university of higher education. Familiar with the neon flare and abrasive persona, I was awaken from my ignorance by the absolute brilliance of Young Americans. I can still remember the room, two mattress laid side by side, the smell of fried rocky mountain oysters Trev brought back from his trip to Colorado whifting in from the kitchen. Frantically hunched over my computer downloading anything and everything I could from Napster. Bam bam bada bam bada dadada and then the sax just hits. A voice crept from under the desk, like the sound of a magician showing his best card trick. The voice of angels as he tips his hat, doves flying in every direction, I am covered in feathers. I looked around to see if anyone else was hearing this. Pauly was passed out on the couch dreaming of never ending Brazilian beaches.
I grew up on street hockey and cheerios, Corey Haim and penguin shirts. Nirvana was taking over the world and I was in the backseat. Experiencing something for the first time is magical, but experiencing it for a second time and completely understanding it is truly beautiful. The Man Who Sold the World for me was a haunting and organic few minutes. You could feel the energy pulsing with every guitar lick, every maraca shake, voices wobbling together and floating through time. As with each moment, peaks its head, and slips away. If you are lucky, you will rediscover that moment, with a completely new interpretation, in an entirely new language. A great artist may have left us, but Ziggy Stardust lives on. RIP
Visions of a glassy pond, crystal upon view. But ripples happening, perceptions shattering. Reflected; waking view.
Get your arse up and toon in! 7am kickoff.
We stand on the shoulders of giants. Don’t forget what we have gone through to get to his point. See through the bull, hold hands and come together. 2016.
Are you real? Are you true? Are you happy with what you do? Don’t hide. Just be you.
I have heard it before. A million times. Silence is indeed golden, so put your money where your mouth is. Be, live, and love.
Let me start out by disclaiming that this in not a history piece on any saints, nor am I referring to myself as such. I do believe that I was a very good boy this year, and being Christmas and all, I felt the title to be appropriate. I have to say, I think Santa Claus will agree with my judgement, and he must have swung by southern California early this year. I don’t have a chimney in my garage so he must have came through the dryer vent.
Last weekend, I bought a few boxes of records from a gentleman who was moving and was looking to offload them. Of course I happily obliged. I chalked it up to an early Christmas present to myself. I did flip through the records enough to know in general, the type of music I was buying, and the condition of the vinyl. It was mostly jazz with some classic rock scattered here and there. So you could believe my surprise when late last night, as I was wrapping up the assessment of last weekends endeavor, I came across James Brown’s A Soulful Christmas sandwiched between an Elton John and Seals and Croft record. If someone asked me last week, if I could have any Christmas record I wanted, what would it be? James Brown A Soulful Christmas. Thanks Santa!!
To all our sons and daughters,
The trains around the christmas tree, bound for glory beneath our feet. Past santa’s skis and candy’s canes, until they come back round again. The dollhouse wrapped in red and green, to compliment a satin scene. Fits of laughter, and realized dreams, a classic record to dance and sing. A fire warms our hearts and minds, we bless our family, we toast to life.
Celebrate soccer in Yucaipa tonight at the YHS stadium. Main event at 7:30.
See you there.
I participated in Maintenance Day at my son’s school over the weekend. An obligation I had signed up for, not knowing what to expect but not being overly thrilled with the idea of deep cleaning a preschool classroom. To my pleasure I arrived to chewy Quaker granola bars and all smiles from the teachers and other parents. My tasks were not at all what I had imagined. Changing light bulbs, cleaning fish tanks, hanging a paper maché hammerhead shark, repainting a chalkboard sign, and the last job being the cake on top. Drawing with chalk on the playground tricycle garage.
Life is ever flowing. It is easy to bypass the details and get lost in the rat race of society. Life is what’s around you. Take a breath, slow down and let it be. Just be. Appreciate what is, and find comfort in the fact that you are alive. Feel it, all of it. Life’s peaks and troughs are definite. It’s all about the journey.
Here are some moments caught while in the flow.
I added some more marine life to the mural at the Edinger Medical Group last weekend. They asked me to continue the mural onto the bottom half of the reception door and add some more of our California state marine fish, the Garibaldi. While doing some R and D, I found that the fishes common name is a reference to the Italian military and political figure Giuseppe Garibaldi, whose followers often wore a characteristic scarlet or red shirt.
I posted a cropped and filtered photo on Monday of an owl. Here is the original photo.
There are actually 2 owls. One is to the right in the shade of the leaves.
Saw a couple owls at the San Bernardino county museum the other day. Absolutely beautiful. They were staring right at us. I cropped and used a filter to make it a little more difficult to find it in the photo below. I’ll post the original later in the week.
My family and I purchased a home in Yucaipa about 2 years ago. Not only have we been blessed with a creative, family orientated (or, oriented) community atmosphere. We also scored hard with some of the friendliest neighbors anyone could ask for. This post goes out to our neighbors; and all neighbors, everywhere.
The other day my neighbor asked me if we liked sweet potatoes. Yes! I replied. Take as many as you’d like he said, they’re just on the other side of the fence.
As I walked into the gate this is what I sawBoooya-kasha!