Season
I hardly drink any more. But there comes a time when sitting out in my garden with a glass of craft syrah is serious business, and seriously required.
Spring came early this year. And I'm welcoming her in with a wood fire in the pit, a clean yard, and a glass of Darby syrah. Equally representing is Mark Lanegan and his Whiskey for the Holy Ghost.
Seasons are beautiful.
Tree
It would have been rad had my grandparents and great grandparents and their grandparents all blogged. To haved looked back and read their journey and their path. All the good, bad, ugly, and magnificent of their life.
I think people are deeper and more interesting than they, as individuals, think they are. Putting words, thoughts, and emotions on paper is as old and as natural as painting on a cave wall.
More people should slag out some kind of personal journal. You just never know when a future dz might enter your family tree. And they're going to be hungry for your tales.
Change
Switching the game up.
A new chalk board design which signifies, well, nothing really. Plus chalk is rad. Beats pencil.
Thinking about dropping titles completely from my posts, at least for awhile. I recognize a lot of posts on the horizon that perhaps don't warrant the contrived. Short and simple.
About it around here. Got some tweaks to bang and I welcome all feedback.
Western
I have had yearnings to travel to some forsaken wild west ghost town to photograph the crap out of it. Just to be alone in such a place and spend a few days shooting has risen up the ranks of my subconcious. Where these ideas come from, I have no clue. For better or worse I have never had an issue coming up with "things". My soul is a charming odd thing.
Oaxaca
Always been a big fan of Rick Bayless. Definitely have to make my way to Chicago for a stop at the Frontera Grill before I die. A must.
Such
Such is the way of the world, you can never know. Just where to put all your faith, and how will it grow
Taxed
This mobile Word Press app, though legit, is saving my posts into a "Local Drafts" folder on my phone. Apparently some corner that is unseen and entirely unaccessible. Where have all my little posts gone?
Also, taxes done. Yet again Uncle Sam owes me money. Can't say I am a fan of the fed tax process. It could hardly be more full of shit. People have to pay in order to pay their taxes. I think that says it all.
Walk Away
Woah. What a time suck Twitter became. Who saw that coming? 19,000+ tweets. Unreal.
So I've taken a vacation from the bird. And time to put my heart back here. I think it's only fair. Prepare yourself for the mundane and the ridiculous. But you already knew that.
Also, radicchio is rad. But you already knew that too.
The Skies on Fire
About time to write something I've been putting off for years. For no reason really, if I'm altogether honest. I guess now is just the time.
My good friend and long time training partner (on the left) died from cancer a few years back. A dislodged tumor from his spine, stuck in his neck. Chemotherapy couldn't fix the giant. And before we get all sentimental and nostalgic up in here, relax. I doubt he'd want that. What he might like, not that I'm soliciting his spiritual opinion, is this.
First off, I was abroad when he was diagnosed with cancer. And still abroad when I get the news that he had died. So I never got to say goodbye or thanks or you kick ass or anything remarkably drewconian to my mate. That kinda sucks. And it hurt.
But rest assured I paid attention, as best I could, and he taught this miserable little kid a lot about life. What I learned at the time, though didn't recognize until later, was two important things. As clear and precise as anything in life can be.
One. There's a time to focus and there's a time to play. If you're only practicing one of the two, or none at all, than you're not paying attention. And you're not living life. You're asleep.
Two. You get what you put in. Simple. Direct. Honest. And true.
Randy, I miss you man. And I'm thankful that our paths crossed. Maybe next time we can walk a little longer together. I'd like that.