This morning turned out to be a winner for kayaking!!! It's fucking gorgeous out here! I ran out of contacts so I had to wear my glasses on the water and now my eyes are pretty dazzled. At least the blue spot in my vision is now a dull green. I was so light-blind I walked right into a chair upon enetering a cafe for some cocoa. PB is so awesomely quiet at 7am. I'm cruising to Motu later because I have my eye on a nice koa turtle to replace the hook my ex gave me.
It's awesome kayaking alone. Your mind can literally go totally blank. All you hear is far off surf and the paddles dipping in and out of the water, a total rythmic catharsis. I opted to leave the iPod in the ride and I'm so glad I did.
I bitch alot about California in general, but days like this remind me that its not so bad. Probably because all the hollywoods are too hungover to be up this early so it's just surfers and locals. If it stays sunny, maybe I'll be lucky enought to catch a pick-up game of volleyball before work.
Sitting here makes me think of my retirement dream. Heck, not even retirement, just ideal situation. Spot at a tattoo shop, own my own cafe were the cafe is downstairs and I live upstairs. Local musicians, poets, and artists always welcome, and everything from j-pop to Pearl Jam to Diana Krall flowing from the speakers. My friend Ed would DJ because he and I pretty much share the same eclectic tastes in music. And there would definitely an open mic night. Definitely.
But all that can wait.
It's funny; a little seed of hope is planted in your heart and you dare to dream a little dream and you just can't stop it from happening. No matter how you try to reality check yourself, that dream is persistent, grabs a hold of your soul, and it keeps you going just like that elusive finish line hanging at the edge of your vision.
I wish I could write poetry. Real poetry. Not creative prose, but poetry. Not the wannabe pretentious beatnik cafe shit I usually come up with. Maybe I'll attend a workshop. Hell, maybe I should just start reading the books and mags and see if I can just absorb some of it. There are alot of eloquent people here. Some pretend to be deep and some really are. Funny how you can tell the difference if you have some kind of a brain.
Ooh. That sounded kind of harsh. I didn't mean it to be.
Wow. I'm getting pensive again. At least it's not that melodramtic emo bullshit I was doing earlier. WTF was that?! No way I can be emo- I don't even have hair anymore!
Helen Merrill has one of the sexiest voices EVER!!! Kind of Marilyn Monroe but with exponentially more singing talent.
Finish my cocoa, cruise the web a little longer, then off to Motu I go. Ooh, I think Pac Sun is having a sale too.
...mmmm...new boardshorts....
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The odds were a hundred to one against me
The world thought the heights were too high to climb
But people from missouri never incensed me
Oh, i wasn't a bit concerned
For from hist'ry i had learned
How many, many times the worm had turned
They all laughed at christopher columbus
When he said the world was round
They all laughed when edison recorded sound
They all laughed at wilbur and his brother
When they said that man could fly
They told marconi
Wireless was a phony
It's the same old cry
They laughed at me wanting you
Said i was reaching for the moon
But oh, you came through
Now they'll have to change their tune
They all said we never could be happy
They laughed at us and how!
But ho, ho, ho!
Who's got the last laugh now?
They all laughed at rockefeller center
Now they're fighting to get in
They all laughed at whitney and his cotton gin
They all laughed at fulton and his steamboat
Hershey and his chocolate bar
Ford and his lizzie
Kept the laughers busy
That's how people are
They laughed at me wanting you
Said it would be, "hello, goodbye."
But oh, you came through
Now they're eating humble pie
They all said we'd never get together
Darling, let's take a bow
For ho, ho, ho!
Who's got the last laugh?
Hee, hee, hee!
Let's at the past laugh
Ha, ha, ha!
Who's got the last laugh now?"
-Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong
It's awesome kayaking alone. Your mind can literally go totally blank. All you hear is far off surf and the paddles dipping in and out of the water, a total rythmic catharsis. I opted to leave the iPod in the ride and I'm so glad I did.
I bitch alot about California in general, but days like this remind me that its not so bad. Probably because all the hollywoods are too hungover to be up this early so it's just surfers and locals. If it stays sunny, maybe I'll be lucky enought to catch a pick-up game of volleyball before work.
Sitting here makes me think of my retirement dream. Heck, not even retirement, just ideal situation. Spot at a tattoo shop, own my own cafe were the cafe is downstairs and I live upstairs. Local musicians, poets, and artists always welcome, and everything from j-pop to Pearl Jam to Diana Krall flowing from the speakers. My friend Ed would DJ because he and I pretty much share the same eclectic tastes in music. And there would definitely an open mic night. Definitely.
But all that can wait.
It's funny; a little seed of hope is planted in your heart and you dare to dream a little dream and you just can't stop it from happening. No matter how you try to reality check yourself, that dream is persistent, grabs a hold of your soul, and it keeps you going just like that elusive finish line hanging at the edge of your vision.
I wish I could write poetry. Real poetry. Not creative prose, but poetry. Not the wannabe pretentious beatnik cafe shit I usually come up with. Maybe I'll attend a workshop. Hell, maybe I should just start reading the books and mags and see if I can just absorb some of it. There are alot of eloquent people here. Some pretend to be deep and some really are. Funny how you can tell the difference if you have some kind of a brain.
Ooh. That sounded kind of harsh. I didn't mean it to be.
Wow. I'm getting pensive again. At least it's not that melodramtic emo bullshit I was doing earlier. WTF was that?! No way I can be emo- I don't even have hair anymore!
Helen Merrill has one of the sexiest voices EVER!!! Kind of Marilyn Monroe but with exponentially more singing talent.
Finish my cocoa, cruise the web a little longer, then off to Motu I go. Ooh, I think Pac Sun is having a sale too.
...mmmm...new boardshorts....
====================================================================================
The odds were a hundred to one against me
The world thought the heights were too high to climb
But people from missouri never incensed me
Oh, i wasn't a bit concerned
For from hist'ry i had learned
How many, many times the worm had turned
They all laughed at christopher columbus
When he said the world was round
They all laughed when edison recorded sound
They all laughed at wilbur and his brother
When they said that man could fly
They told marconi
Wireless was a phony
It's the same old cry
They laughed at me wanting you
Said i was reaching for the moon
But oh, you came through
Now they'll have to change their tune
They all said we never could be happy
They laughed at us and how!
But ho, ho, ho!
Who's got the last laugh now?
They all laughed at rockefeller center
Now they're fighting to get in
They all laughed at whitney and his cotton gin
They all laughed at fulton and his steamboat
Hershey and his chocolate bar
Ford and his lizzie
Kept the laughers busy
That's how people are
They laughed at me wanting you
Said it would be, "hello, goodbye."
But oh, you came through
Now they're eating humble pie
They all said we'd never get together
Darling, let's take a bow
For ho, ho, ho!
Who's got the last laugh?
Hee, hee, hee!
Let's at the past laugh
Ha, ha, ha!
Who's got the last laugh now?"
-Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong
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sugary_dynamite:
I was actually considering ribs, but I can't figure out placement for it. 
nullandvoid:
I called you and you didnt answer.. dick!