So it's time to get all upitty and dive into art. That's what all the rich folks do right? I got $10,000 and I'm ready to rub elbows with the elite of the elites. I figure the best place to start is at the tippy top. This pic is in Washington D.C. It's the only Davinci in the America. I'm taking my profits and I'm hightailing it for the Capital. If you been there, I'd appreciate any advice on the comings and goings.
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Monday, December 14, 2015
In life, you truly don't need no one or nuthin. That's what I used to believe. Now my beliefs is all mixed up. I'm just sort of b.s.ing. Pablo went to visit family for Christmas. Maybe for good?!? So here I sit on the edge of lake Tahoe, listening to the latest music recommendations on my new Iphone 6, "Edge of Glory." Aint feeling sorry for myself though. Just sort of kickin it wondering what a body is supposed to do next. I hate the silence. It annoys me. I'll chime in when I have internet at the local library. Till then readers, keep on keepin on!
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
It aint got a heart beat and it's body is cold. No warmth in the eyes. Not even a flicker. No wind in the lungs, thus, no words. The life less shell remains, but the intelligence is gone. Perhaps I have been wrong? Perhaps Pablo has been right all along. Perhaps there is a spirit in these seasoned bones. An eternal flame that continues once the flesh retires. After decades of disbelief, the wheel of life turns and grinds on the truths I've held so dear. The pieces shatter and I suddenly see myself standing on clouds instead of solid earth. Logic, reason, sight, taste, touch, these are all the tools with which I have grounded my atheism. Am I a reflection of a creators creation? Am I an assortment of cells engineered by random design? Or is there actually a lofty holy hand in all of this? If I were created, then the creators signature is in the valves of my heart, the blood that keeps all limbs alive, and the spark of intelligence in my mind. I must say, I have my doubts of the eternal, but I no longer subscribe to the science of atheism with even a micro cell of belief.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Aint nothing like spring! I love seeing the new critters frolic around. Just the other day, we was catching some good sized trout and I couldn't help but take it all in. The snow capped mountains stood out in stark contrast to them emerald meadows. Beautiful yellow and white dandelions popped up over the tall green grass and littered the field like stars scattered across the sky. It was a breath taking moment. Then I seen this little lamb following it's mother. Don't really understand the bond between youngens and mothers. It aint seen, but it certainly exists. Only trace I ever seen exists on the expression of a mother's face. Saw the same sort of thing with a calf. It just followed it's mother all around. Even little critters like prairie dogs linger near their mothers. Ducklings march in a straight line. Even to their detriment. Saw a mother duck leading her ducklings across the highway. A semi squished one of her chicks flat, and to my complete surprise, she turned around and checked on it. Only a mother would do that, turn to check on the one at the risk of losing the others. Independence is a rare trait in the domesticated wild. Only animal I seen with more independence then a teenage girl is kittens. Them little fuzz balls wander away from their ma's more often than Audrey wanders away from us. Anywho, she don't really like it when we talk about her now. She's #tots terrified we'll embarrass her. Anyway just thought I'd write a bit about the changing season. Course it don't matter much since winter won't let go. Storm is rolling in and snow flakes is starting to fall. Forget everything I just said. Spring aint no where near us. Winter is holding on tighter than a pit-bull dawg!
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Picked me up a copy of Harry Potter at a second hand book store. Just started reading about that little fella. I never have been much of a reader, but so many people have told me to read it, I decided I might as well give it a go. So far I'm only in chapter one. Man back in my day, if there was a book about Witches and Warlocks, the local Christian congregations would protest you, burn your book, and brand a servant of Satan. I suppose things have changed quite a bit. I often find remnants of those days frozen in little towns. You can see the faded coke signs for a quarter. Or a picture of a Hershy bar for a quarter. Sometimes I stumble on an empty gas station where a sign marks gas at 99 cents a gallon. Cant hardly believe those days are gone. Things have got so expensive these days its hard to believe anyone can afford anything. I mean does anyone even own an "A-Team" t-shirt anymore? Do ya'll know who, "Rocky" was? Ever heard of a Vietnam legend named, "Rambo?" If you haven't, you ought to. Well, I gotta get on out. Ya'll take care.
Don't forget to drink your Ovalten and #gettabook: P&P
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Well if that don't beat all! Sara went and done it again. She got me in yet another bookstore!
3457 McHenry Ave, Modesto, CA 95350
P&P got placed at the YA section. If ya'll can't get on down to the bookstore, you could always getta book here: P&P
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
You ever seen a man so mad he wants to punch you? This typically happens at sporting events. Sporting events like the Super bowl. This story begins with me and Pablo watching the Super Bowl at a classy joint called, "Apple Bees." To begin with, I'm a might confused with my good buddy Pablo, considering he was a Seahawks fan last year. We both up and switched our team from Bronco's to Seahawks after a long debate about our loyalty to a team that was never going to have another John Elway. Dude made that team! Know what I mean? Anyways, I decided to up and switch teams this year after a general consensus and merge of ideals. Now I don't exactly know for sure what happened, but Pablo up and switched sides on me at the last minute. I suppose that's because the sports bar we was in was full of fans wearing Patriots parofanilia. Anywho, whatever his reasoning, he became a die hard fan. I gotta be honest, that up and pissed me off! Well, long story short, the more emphatic my best bud was for the other team, the more mad I got. I didn't lose my cool (probably cause my beer goggles was low) but I did end up making a wager I now regret. I bet Pablo the Seahawks was going to win. He took my bet, but since money is a scarce resource, we bet on the only abundance we have.... hair. As ya'll know, my Hawks lost... and with them, I lost my full head of hair and all my facials. I aint gonna be puttin up pics for awhile since I feel like a shaved bear. Anywho, after my public humiliation, Pablo said one of the dumbest things I ever heard him say. He said, "I wasn't going to collect on the bet. I don't know what happened. Those guys got me all riled up and now... you're ugly!" So happy Super bowl ya'll.
Thursday, January 22, 2015
This here is a fine book store. Leigh's Favorite Books has some great books. And my book just got added to their bookshelves.
You can find it right next to Harry Potter.
Best part is, it's right next door to Bookasaurus.
So if you want to pick up some kids books, go next door and get your youngens some good stories.