tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138249452009-01-06T02:28:05.550-08:00monkeysilogbreakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.comBlogger226125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-31344400632255121312009-01-06T01:22:00.000-08:002009-01-06T02:28:05.571-08:00in a different lifein a different life,
your words would flow next to mine
with the same scheme,
with a smooth rhyme,
your lyrics and decadence
proclaiming my relevance to their
existence.
in a different life
your eloquence would mix
with my broken syntax,
like needles on wax
and expose the allusions
of romances timed perfectly
in our compositions.
in a different life,
these hollowed out bullets
of letters and breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-67921500808959367922009-01-05T21:32:00.000-08:002009-01-05T21:50:49.747-08:00DAYAMN.... 2 months??It's 2009!!! Nothing new.
Just wanted to post these thoughts from the Vegas trip in December..
Lots of coincidentals that weekend.. that basically reminded me that I was where I was supposed to be that weekend. Not sure why. Not sure why it's even an issue. I guess, maybe, I second guessed the purpose of being there that weekend once all the peeps started falling off the list and weren't breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-44838148418797613612008-11-10T15:57:00.000-08:002008-11-10T15:58:05.130-08:00Crazy Energy Revisited: "peacocking"The strange coincidences started to fade away.. that.. or I haven't been paying as much attention lately. Work's been getting busier and with the Election and Nanowrimo converging at the same time, life's been more of an afterthought.
Maybe October was just - self-indulgence month. Food, beer, psuedo-drama, hopeful things, and whatnot. That meant understanding myself and the world around me breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-52932025557257006352008-11-05T20:17:00.000-08:002008-11-05T20:36:35.441-08:00Getting over you..Funny the songs we use to get over people.. here we go. In the vain of the stages of grief or something.. (This is more of my younger self.. but I thought it was funny what I've used to "get over people").
Stage 1: Denial.
The denial here is that she doesn't mean anything to me and that it's lighthearted enough because.. I'm in denial that I don't like her all that much.
Song: "You're Not breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-76845157775127589832008-11-04T18:28:00.000-08:002008-11-04T18:29:24.020-08:006:28PM Election Day 20084 years ago I was naïve.
I chose to believe.
I acted on conviction,
Represented my heart with full distinction.
Sick of the world. Fighting for change.
Got caught up in hope
I couldn’t maintain
Levity in an unfair world,
I begged for folks to be heard,
The injustices would stop,
I thought… we were smarter than not.
But with electronic machines
And without paper trails,
The momentum prevailed.
Thebreakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-10257548619733341032008-10-23T00:14:00.001-07:002008-10-23T00:14:18.763-07:00more great energy..It's weird what our decisions lead us to.. in timing and subsequent things that unravel. More crazy energy.
On Saturday, I went to Razelle's place to celebrate Nathan's 4th birthday. I bought him a reversible hoodie from Old Navy. I didn't get a gift receipt. I made a mental note that I'd tell Razelle that I had the receipt if she wanted to exchange it.
Fast forward to today. Randomly, I breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-61802972808330285702008-10-17T13:47:00.001-07:002008-10-17T13:47:26.856-07:00The Energies: Something's ComingPreface: A Quote from The Alchemist: "When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."
Part 1: Thursday Evening Work
I was in my office barely after 5pm lollygagging. I was planning to leave at least 5-10 minutes earlier, but for some reason I was just lounging around as I sometimes do. One of our youth strolls in looking for a training my coworker was breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-23813016241564924352008-10-16T11:57:00.000-07:002008-10-16T11:58:09.224-07:00Learning.. movement.. and another tattoo origin storyOne of the larger Youth Development influences here in the Bay Area is the John W. Gardner Center based in Stanford University. I work in Youth Development. It's more than what the "name" may say. If you ever wanted to know.. let's go get coffee. But, I just wanted to share quote..
"“The ultimate goal of the educational system is to shift to the individual the burden of pursing his own breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-1793598344671868592008-10-13T00:37:00.000-07:002008-10-13T02:21:26.379-07:00peace by piece... and it all makes sensePART 1: Peace by Piece
Oct. 11th was locked down a few weeks ago as a meaningful day. I didn't realize the whole weekend would've added to the whole aura.
Woah. Peace by piece. I didn't initially see a title or a post reflecting on that concept, but it totally makes sense. It does.
For a while, I've had that concept of "peace by piece" in my mind as the governing theme of the next tattoo I breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-35888186487237828592008-10-07T17:54:00.000-07:002008-10-07T17:56:06.280-07:00A real fan letter!In response to this Outside the Lines: Manny Ramirez on ESPN.com by Bill Simmons the Sports Guy.
I wrote this to Bill Simmons:
"Hey Bill,
The first piece of yours I ever read was about Paul Pierce and it inspired me to write sports columns (albeit, at the time, about wrestling).
So, since then, I've religiously flocked to your picks, your mailbags, your, Curious Guys, and anything else. Now,breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-81044827444478860932008-09-26T15:25:00.000-07:002008-09-26T15:26:12.321-07:0011 Years-Plus11 years ago
came the day
the last time
i was important to someone.
11 years ago,
i shared a love,
a love like woah,
that swiftly left
as we outgrew each other.
11 years ago,
she was lost
to be found once again,
as a friend,
but only to be lost
once more.
Each time gashed an everpresent scar
in their unique ways.
11 years ago
came our time.
And it was love while it lasted.
And happily left
in breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-40306618704767060362008-09-26T02:15:00.001-07:002008-09-26T02:26:52.447-07:00stomach problemsday one had the stench
of fresh, organic
peaches -
sitting in the heat.
the aching discomfort
sucked.
day two may still have had remnants
of the peaches.
maybe the mints that soothed my mouth
cast battles against
the sanctity of
the easy-feasy daily stat. quo.
day three and four
still had inklings of the nasty feelings -
maybe more peaches. maybe a few day old beans.
but day five had a breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-11568737878053014752008-09-26T01:57:00.001-07:002008-09-26T01:57:35.489-07:00WTF?Is the internet crashing or is there something wrong with my computer or internet connection?breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-63440953035995270302008-09-16T01:23:00.001-07:002008-09-16T01:23:33.458-07:00floating*** floating ***
I.
listlessly aimless
drifting in the dreaded
darkness,
the purgatory for the
once hopeful,
for the once unrestrained
pursuit of happiness,
for the once believed
happy ever after
to this common story.
said in jest, the ideal of contentment,
maintain sincerity.
it's difficult to believe
in rays of hope
when the sun shines brightest
on all planets but yours.
or at least, it seemsbreakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-51787589151515947882008-08-21T00:34:00.000-07:002008-08-21T00:43:47.372-07:00Lola and Papa and MeI went to the airport yesterday to pick up Lola. I parked in the wrong garage because I didn't realize JetBlue was in the International Terminal. So, I ran around, lost and feverishly looking for her gate. I got there. Sweaty. She still wasn't there. I saw a lady at a baggage claim station and asked her what arrival she was waiting for and she said New York. Right flight. So I stood therebreakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-57907483754565188912008-08-20T12:07:00.000-07:002008-08-20T12:08:09.925-07:0016 blocks(I saw Dr. Char post this and I'm gonna do it.) (Facebook Note Post. Just ignore me.)
Directions:
Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment (”you’re it”) and to read your blog. You can’t tag the person who breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-57879169027300589842008-08-11T13:26:00.000-07:002008-08-11T13:58:41.219-07:00Weekend and other wonderful and silly shit.Softball Weekend Part 2
This past weekend saw me participate for the 2nd year in a row in the San Mateo County annual softball tournament. And, like last year (as I blogged on August 12th, 2007), it was a fun weekend with playing on hot rubber field turf, being a needed asset on a team, and playing for the Championship.
This year, there were only two divisions: Competitive and Rec. I guess breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-27574224972958002892008-08-11T10:36:00.001-07:002008-08-11T10:36:18.647-07:00twitter.com/writingprompt: Lost at SeaWe got to Alhambra.
Washed in fresh water.
The baths cleansed
Our achingly bitter souls.
We sand in unison
with the song of the streams.
Sweetness caressed
the subtlty of our
modest convictions.
Ally was the spring
rising earlier than
my mother's son.
She was realization
in a stream.
Of.
Unconsciousness.
And again I was overcome
by her undertowing
presence.
But she was an enigma.
An aura of a breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-40944355434993933592008-07-31T17:09:00.000-07:002008-07-31T17:10:47.362-07:00Homemade 30th Birthday Wrapping paper for KDillaThe wrapping paper consisted of images that reflect "30"
1. 30 inch rims
2. 30th anniversary apple
3. 30 cats collage
4. 30th anniversary star wars
5. 30th anniversary superman
6. 30 story building
7. 30 watt amp
8. happy 30th birthday sign
9. $20 and $10
10. 30 degrees – heat
11. 30 degrees – angle
12. 30 cent stamp – german (cats)
13. 30 cent stamp – us (ben franklin)
14. Dane Eveland: Currentbreakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-71643460798820731912008-07-27T21:00:00.000-07:002008-07-28T16:26:18.406-07:0010 Years Ago...10 years ago... any night of the week was laser tag night.
Any night was - "hey, let's go to sleep early so we can go fishing at the butt crack of dawn" night - and we'd end up not sleeping early, but still getting up in time to see the fog roll off the surface of Lake Berryesa, to see the fish jump, and to finish with no bites but enough time to hit up IHOP for breakfast with lots of ketchup breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-90095898898808075272008-07-18T10:53:00.000-07:002008-07-18T11:05:16.852-07:00Dear Diary.. Dear Diarya.. Dear DiarrheaHoly ugly bags under my eyes, Batman! This week's been tiring!
I don't think I've slept earlier than 1:45pm since last Wednesday night/Thursday morning?
th - mission, got home at 2.
fri - dc, got home at 1:45.
sat - got home at 12:30ish. slept at 3.
sun - maybe slept at 1:30.
mon - game, eats, poker. slept at 3. ($30 "richer")
tues - biking, all-star game marathon, slept at 1:45ish.
wed - citybreakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-90981524881669302302008-07-13T21:09:00.000-07:002008-07-13T21:37:40.886-07:00Day with Katie... AND.. Campfire Storytelling - Silent Movie StyleI went to brunch with Katie today and it was a great time. We really don't skip any beats when we hang out even though we only talk maybe once or twice a year. We ate at Alice's Restaurant on the corner of Woodside Road and Skyline Blvd. There was a biker convention of sorts there today, but I guess getting a seat at 11:30 wasn't too bad. We both had mimosas with breakfast.
Afterwards, we breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-13242137269584241772008-07-13T01:29:00.000-07:002008-07-13T02:05:10.923-07:00Savoring Saturday?So get this. I live 15 minutes away from San Francisco for 2 1/2 years. Went out somewhat, but nothing particularly regular. I'm two weeks removed from living those 15 minutes away and am now an hour away by car or by BART, and I've been there 3 times in 8 days + I was once again NEAR Daly City Bart yesterday. I've been at Daly City Bart 3 times in 8 days.
Today started late since I got backbreakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-81567583249984155262008-07-11T14:53:00.000-07:002008-07-11T15:37:36.125-07:00Livin' Life ThursdayLivin' Life Thursday was officially influenced by Nostalgia Wednesday. Wednesday evening, Hum and I decided to ride around his house and Lake Elizabeth. Riding around the short 2.2 miles path at the lake was fun even though there wasn't much of a chance to do too much cardio workout since there were too many people to dodge. But, it was really fun still especially since the last time I biked breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13824945.post-35967610229239437672008-07-07T12:03:00.000-07:002008-07-07T12:04:45.893-07:00writing prompt: this is not a drillThis is not a drill.
It is a hammer.
Pounding heartbeats
through the space time continuum.
Pounding memories down my throat.
Making me sick.
She makes me sick.
Naseaus.
Incomplete.
My hands remain cold
in the warmth of an
everlasting summer.
It's a heatwave,
but only winter exists on my palms.
Alone.
The vast desert of frozen plateaus
get forgotten when compared
to breakfast boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15584774657172091395noreply@blogger.com0