REAL LIFE

Real Love- Brooke with Jake on our 9 hour car ride.


FARM LIFE- Stillwater- 3 days of hard core riding!

MARATHON 4:15 of Mental Strength.

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Will somebody please explain how I missed this last year?







and cant wait to see this, this year!!!!

This Wind

Nobody knew what the raven would do
If he found it was rain in your hands
Like a dog set on wheels you will lope down the street
From the sound of the scratch in his claws

As the buildings who hide you knew nothing bout time
But an arrow just brushin' your chin
You said, "Damn be this wind is still movin' on in
To the bones and the bed of my soul."
You said, "Damn be this wind it's still movin' on in
To the bones and the bed of my soul."

Like a fox on the run from the well-informed son
With the bearin's for cannonball love
Just like nobody said where that eagle was fed
'Till you stood on the black cross in June
Just like nobody said where that eagle was fed
'Till you stood on the black cross in June

And nobody said that the raven was dead,
So you hid all your tears in the grass.
Sure, it could look like dew, but they're laughin' at you
And they'll send in their clowns when you're lost.
Sure, it could look like dew, but they're laughin' at you
And they'll send in the clowns when you're lost.

You said, "Damn be this wind it's still movin' on in
To the bones and the bed of my soul."

Speaks Again!

http://www.ice.gov/pi/news/factsheets/070622factsheet287gprogover.htm

Thinking Mans Man

Art with meaning:

"The world is like a ride at an amusemen park, and when you choose to go on it, you think it's real,
because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round and
it has thrills and chills and it's very brightly colored and it's very loud. And it's fun, for a while.

Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: 'Is this real? Or is this
just a ride?' And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and they say 'Hey! Don't
worry, don't be afraid - ever - because... this is just a ride."

And we kill those people.

'Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride! Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry; look at my
big bank account and my family. This has to be real.'

It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that - ever notice that? - and we let
the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because... it's just a ride, and we can change it any time we
want. It's only a choice. No effort. No work. No job. No savings and money. Just a choice, right now
between fear and love."

More then ever, the world seems to be getting more and more absurd... and if you let yourself get caught
up in all the fear and anxiety, it will consume you like a tsunami. It had been consuming me for years now.
Until recently when I decided to make that simple mental switch that Bill Hicks was speaking of... now
when confronted with some of the very real, frightening events unfolding every day, it's much easier
to deal with when I just laugh at it and think about the bigger picture and "how absurd this all is".
So in my own personal work and in my life, it helps bring about some calm and joy to escape from the
absurdity of the world and remind myself that this is just a ride. So that's what this first print is about,
no matter how rough the seas get, you can escape it all by simply changing your mental outlook on what's
happening and enjoy the ride, rather then be afraid of it.

Sheesh Kapeeesh

Stimulus- Something causing or regarded as causing a response.

Bail Out - Security, usually a sum of money, exchanged for the release of an arrested person as a guarantee of that person's appearance for trial.

I got a response for this thingy called a "stimulus" or "bail out". Please concentrate mainly on the definition above for the words bail out and please let me know when these people getting money will be going to trial. Now I preface this with letting everybody know that I voted and still have some faith left that Obama is going to do all he can to turn the country around in many different ways. I also believe that he was handed this problem, not from Bush, but from our own government who was to regulate all these douche bag companies and didnt. As I read more about this stuff the more and more I am finding out that I am considered a "conservative liberal" if there is such a thing.

Our government is taking our money and giving it to crooks, deadbeats and worst of all back to the government. Better yet they are actually taking our children's children's money and spending it incorrectly, in my opinion. 75 billion dollars pumped into a bad housing market and 800 billion pumped back into government jobs and entities. Worst of all mark my words their will be more this summer. How about some consumer confidence??? I am not sure if we need it or if its not big enough or whatever. But I do know that they have preached (probably correctly) that we are in the worst times of our lives and its getting old and not doing anything to stimulate a response from the american people.

Housing Bill: Companies are getting bailed out after screwing the american people. Now, these american people are to blame as well and got in way over their head on property they could not afford. So most of american sits here, pays their bills on time, dosent go into serious debt, only buys items it can afford, and gets to sit here watch these people get money left and right.

Not going to get into the stimulus package. I will reserve judgement for a later date. Obama - please dont let the government run our lives and please dont punish will of americans to grow, to make money, to "stimulate" the economy the old fashion way. By earning it.

After all the jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footsteps dressed in red
And the wind whispers mary
A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind, it cries mary
The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags down stream
cause the life that lived is,
Is dead
And the wind screams mary
Uh-will the wind ever remember
The names it has blow in the past?
And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries mary

P.S. This is me on Guitar Hero....




Seacrest Out

Bienvenido a casa

Well we are back. Sucks. Mexico was fantastic. Need to go back there soon. It was refreshing, recharging, and relaxing. Everybody should do it at least once every couple of years. Kids had a great time together. I dont really have much to say because my mind is still in NO THINK mode. Going to be tough going back to work tomorrow, but I can promise you that things wont bother me as much. Why? Because the one thing I learned in Mexico, more than the Spanish, was that we have a GREAT life. I was talking to our cab driver and he was so amazed that we spend so much time worrying about our animals, making movies about them, calling the cops or fire dept when they get stuck in a tree, etc. What he was trying to say in bad English is that we dont know how good we have it. Parts of Mexico and I am sure other countries could care less about dogs and cats as they have enough problems feeding themselves or their families, literally. Yes, we have poor here in the US but its a different type of poor there in Mexico. I once heard that the poor are getting poorer while the rich are getting richer. Please if you do anything right now save money, cut back on spending, fuck the rich that fuck us. Sorry also reading a Thoreau book right now and coming back to the US and seeing 15 different shops and 10 different restaurants in one block make me realize that we spend too much money on things we dont need (expect posters).

While at the pool I rocked the ipod to a lot of mellow yet talkative tunes. Mainly Bob Dylan. One of his songs (Mississippi) has a line in it that hit home while on vacation:

Every step of the way, we walk the line
Your days are numbered, so are mine
Time is piling up, we struggle and we stray
We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape

City's just a jungle, more games to play
Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away
I was raised in the country, I been working in the town
I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down

Got nothing for you, I had nothing before
Don't even have anything for myself anymore
Sky full of fire, Pain pouring down
Nothing you can sell me, I'll see you around

I will leave you with some pics of our trip. Enjoy, I did!