Saturday, September 29, 2007

To The Point

Well, I guess this is it. I am sitting here among the wreckage that was my home for the past year. I’m typing on my new work computer on top of a makeshift Rubbermaid table that is full of Star Wars toys that are for sale on eBay, sitting on an inn-table and wondering why the sun wont go down faster and why tomorrow doesn’t just happen. The thing is, nothing ‘just happens’ and try and wish as I may, the time must be spent, the work must be done and the life must be lived, because all things will happen when they need to.

I’m closing out a chapter of my life that was both great and horrible at the same time. I will always smile when I think back as this the year that I lost 65 lbs without sacrificing a leg. I will remember this as the year that I was truly honest and happy with someone for 11 months, despite the frustrations brought on by distance and despite knowing that I munged it up like a champion. It was a year without driving, without donuts, without workplace stress and without television. It was a year with the gym, with a growing collection of headbands – shoes – books, with almond butter and dried mango, with late night phone calls and early morning text messages just to say ‘good night’ or ‘good morning’. With hobbies that were bought on just to pass the time a bit, with books that were meant to slow down the time a bit. A year of discovering that it’s ok to write about my feelings and to take pictures of the sky.

It was also a year of unbearable humidity and constant sweating. A year of feeling like an outsider everywhere I went, getting laughed at for not wanting to be a Texan, fighting with people who thought laziness was their right after being employed and stuck in the same job for thirty years or more. It was two horribly painful months of heartbreak, of nights spent crying and staring into the night sky wondering why I’m a fool, of holding on to a thought, a dream and even a promise.

So in two days, I will strap on the razor-blade cow catcher and plow the newly shined Pathfinder through this city for the last time. Do not get in my way, or you will be crushed and spit out the back as 50/50 ground beef. I am on my way home. I am on my way to see trees that are losing their leaves, to see the Flint Hills, to see clear skies, friends that I never should have left and family that will be happy to see me. This is your warning: change the locks, hide your children and chain up your pets because papa’s coming home.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Sun Without Humidity? Impossible I Say

So, a couple weeks ago I had the pleasure of using a couple of my days off to visit the Los Angeles area. I had a great tour guide and took some semi-cool pictures. Venice Beach, Long Beach, Huntington Beach, Hollywood, Melrose, and The OC are a few of the places featured here. I actually wrote 'captions' on a couple. I'd love to do more, but taking pictures is easier than writing about them. Enjoy - Hooty

Ahh yeah....

This is the 'famous' Venice Beach basketball court that's on all the video games.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Things to do when unemployed

Just a few ideas that I came up with during my day today for anyone with lots of time on their hands due to recent unemployment. Nothing much, but a few things that popped into my head and out through my arms and legs throughout my day. What can one do with unlimited time and no job?

  1. Wake up at 5:00 am and go running. Nothing much, I did 5 ½ miles. The weather was nice and if you can get into a good rhythm, the time goes fast and the darkness will take your mind off the number of steps, trees and stars you pass.
  2. Report to the office for your exit interview. Technically, this shouldn’t happen if you are unemployed, but whatever. Be honest. Tell them why you’re leaving. Tell them that you are lonely and you miss your friends and your family. Tell them you miss the seasons and hills. It’s ok to open your heart to the Human Resources person; you’ll probably never talk to him again. That makes him the perfect candidate for spilling your heart out. Of course he’ll judge you, but so do other people, other people that you will see more often.
  3. Say goodbye and go home. The feeling when you ‘badge out’ and turn over the company card, the laptop and your name tag is a relief. It feels like, by giving back your identification, you are actually rewarded by getting your true identification back. I recommend driving home with the windows down and listening to Spoon. You will be tempted to close your eyes and smile into the wind; I recommend only doing the latter.
  4. Make a spinach, tempeh and olive salad and savor it. If you have a sweet tooth, I recommend Tree of Life Unsulphured Mango pieces. They will also make you smile. This is best done in velour pants with NPR in the background.
  5. Turn a verse, if you cant find one, here’s one to use, it's not good:
The downward spiral, inevitably everything falls
Hold on, I’ve got some hell caught in my eyeballs
There was a time
A time, where this path I’m following had seemed to wanna swallow me whole
And in my mind
My mind, I was stranded on the corner of Third and Tomorrow-ago
I didn’t care
No cares, only did I never dared
‘Cause I couldn’t abandon the little me
And so I stared
I stared
Upon the land without a fear of becoming 'it'll be what it'll be'
Soon came a day
A day,
Seven plus one, two, infinity
Slumber brought the energy, something, some spark of life
Some beam of something seemed to bring me to some type of new awakening
Taking me from this present rut of unproductive
that I've been stuck with for as long as I remember
It only fits that before I hit the wall
Right before I had my fall
I fell for you right before I hit September
And the physical?
I used to be miserable
This misguided stranger
With a pocket full of anger
Borderline suicidal, breakin’ the branch
Never thought I'd see the arrival of a second chance
Now, every minute I start, I spend with you
Even a thousand miles apart, you live in my chest
You found a hole in my heart, now I welcome the nest
Now I'm alive enough to organize my mess
And I could write all day, until my fingers turn blue
And never find how to say the things I need to
Cause aint no one invented a word that’s old or new
To communicate the way that I feel about you
I left the road to ruin
And finally know what I'm doin’
You’re the woman I'm the man, Until there aint no more land
  1. Realize that the verse probably sounds better spoken out loud than read, but that’s really how poetry should be delivered.
  2. Become somewhat crazy with energy because it’s 1:30 and you’re not at work. I choose to go running again. Since I was still ‘warmed up’ from the morning, I choose to run three laps around Rice University and then back home, for a total of 12 miles, or a ½ marathon. To semi-plagiarize Hunter S. Thompson “It was somewhere around mile 8 when my calves begin to explode.’ That should bring your daily run total to close to 18 miles, but whatever, who’s counting right? The point is, when you see 194 on the scale after you get back, it feels good (unless you weighed 105 when you left, then you didn’t go running, you went to a donut buffet.)
  3. While rehydrating, this is a good time to catch up on some pictures you may have taken recently around the city. I also recommend setting them up in some sort of HTML code, so you can just copy and paste the stuff into a blog that people can read and enjoy, or read and snoop. Either way, it’s dope.
  4. Take a second or two to contemplate if you’re a better writer or photographer. It may take a couple moments actually. It’s also fine to be semi-good with both, especially because you get paid for neither and enjoy both.
  5. Visit a coffee shop to continue your long standing editing of your book. It’ll be super boring if you cant get into the groove and super awesome if you find it. The groove be hidden anywhere, but caffeine will heighten your senses for looking.
  6. Come home and copy/paste your previous images into the bottom of your blog and post. People rarely like to read about your life, but when there’s pictures involved, they’ll stick around a little longer.

Enjoy the pictures, they're better than my writing afterall.... - Hoot

Like Bigfoot, the Beer Can House has eluded me for too long. Here are a couple pictures of it.
You can imagine my disappointment when i realized that the house is more 'coated' in beer cans rather than 'made from' beer cans

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Galveston Island

I finally sat down and processed some pictures, which means deleting the 80% that were underexposed or not in focus. Here are some from a day I spent on Galveston Island not long ago. I didn't want to be the creepy guy taking pictures of people on the beach which is why there's not much water-stuff, so I hit the cemetery instead, which is way less creepy I'm sure, but at least the dead dont judge...out loud....
- Hooty

Monday, September 10, 2007

Colorado Springs Pictures

So, I spent last weekend in Colorado Springs and snapped a few pictures. Some lame, others hopefully less-lame. I also havent completely figured out the 'cropping' thing on this blog, so if they all look off-center it's because i'm a fool.
- Peace