an experiment!

frequent comment: add more photos to your blog (thanks b!)... lately, life has been moving faster than the speed of light, so the pictures dont turn out so well. in an effort to slow down time itself, i signed up for mobile blogging at go@blogger.com. you can send pics and text directly to your blog - how much easier can that be? we'll see if it helps...

boston in summer

boston in summer… heat and humidity, traffic and congestion… history made alive… early mornings, long days, late nights…. pack up, drive, unload, pack up, drive…. bridges, smiles and unforgettable images… you cant get there from here… the door that wouldn’t stay shut… running along side pressing buttons… more bridges… sharing the joy… an incredible sunset… more driving… finding direction, finding my flow… dreaming of apples… sake! thunder!… wet roads… rain pelting the roof… frogs in a pond… a last minute dinner… the round-a-bout from hell… lobster bibs… messy ribs… limitless potential… 16 hours to get home… sleep, deep sleep… dreaming of apples…

who is she?

who is she? what is she like…my partner, my collaborator, my other half? does she feel like either of us won’t be whole until we find each other? will she know it when she meets me, they way i’ll know when i meet her... does she picture in her head our place in the world and dream of the day we will make it real together? does she think of me before she falls asleep knowing that i’m thinking of her… does she long for me and ache to hold me they way i ache for her? have i already met her, or is she still just ahead of me? does she even exist or is she just in my imagination? who ever she is, I’ve already given my heart up to her… all that’s left is for her to claim it…

thinks from the drunk tank

it was one of those days..... it needed to end at the bottom of a glass or three.... 8 hours for work, 4 hours for drink, 2 hours for think, 4 more before i start over again.... but who am i to judge, let alone be on the jury. let he who is inocent cast the first stone, but i prefer it on the rocks... sidetracked, one could say... regardless, more times then not i find that one begets another, and that begets more.... prone to excess. that about sums it up, but is there more to it? do i prefer that life not take itslf so seriously that it can't go out and get shity everyone once in awhile? maybe its me that life doesnt take so seriously... either way, i tend to go where choas and comfort meet - thats called flow for all you chart graphing types. often, flow is lubed with fluid, and i've been known to have my fair share of that... bottoms up!

too long...

Its often too long between visits….family friends, and even with yourself. and for me, this has been the case as evidenced by my lack of attention to this blog. To catch up since my last post, in no particular order, I have gotten in 2 days of skiing, completed my big summer mountain bike race, fallen in and out of love at least twice, helped raise a roof, taken tennis lessons, shot and produced a short video, and traveled to distant locals to further my career. Details of all these accounts will be coming shortly…I promise, but first, a thought

I am about the luckiest person I know. And I use the word luck quite intentionally. It seems, that despite myself, I have managed to live the life I had dreamed for myself as a child. We’ve all had them. Childhood daydreams about what kind of life you are going to have or who you will be when you grow up. Will I be rich and drive a cool car? Will I be successful and have a great job? Will I ever kiss a girl, let alone marry one? I was never too concerned with conventional definition of success: college, career, wife, house, kids… it’s not that I didn’t think about that or didn’t want it. I just assumed that stuff would all take care of itself along the way. What I really dreamed about was adventure and experiences. Of knowledge and discovery. I dreamt of climbing distant mountains and hunting for hidden treasure. I dreamt of sailing the seas and living abroad. I had circled the globe twice in my mind before leaving the third grade. Above all I dreamt of freedom. Freedom to do amazing things and see what there is to see. The freedom to have the time and the ability to do all these things and still have the career, the wife, the house, the car… and/both…that’s why they call it dreaming!

I have many friends who knew their dreams and went off to make them come true. They went to college to become their dream. The got married and had kids to become their dream. They set out with the intention and a plan to will their dreams into reality. Not me. Maybe my dreams were too big and there was no way I could make them come true. Maybe my dreams were too big for me and I was too scared to find out. Maybe I was having too much fun and was too content where I was to go out and live my dreams. So I just kept on living and kept on dreaming….keep on keeping on!

But somehow it happened. I wasn’t as much of a conscious effort but more of an underlying theme in my life. I never set out to accomplish any grand goal or planned my future to perfection. Instead, I set about the task of living and enjoying where I’m at. The decisions I’ve made and the roads I’ve chosen have lead me to where I am. Without even trying, I have managed to follow those dreams that I had for myself growing up. Now my life isn’t an exact match – in my dreams I was much better with the ladies and had a job as a rock star astronaut ninja for hire. Even if those parts didn’t work out for me, the important thing is that I have been able to have the freedom I have always dreamed of. I have done some of the incredible things I had only dreamed that I would do. I have seen and experienced some amazing things that were beyond my dreams. I have the freedom and the ability to do the things that I love to do. And along the way, i've made some great friends to see and do all these great things with. I am truly lucky...