Frisky Whiskey

Sip Sip, drip drip, you dropped your bib silly kid

Trying to be an adult will give you a jolt

Your ass is on the couch being a slouch

Oops, I forgot you’re a louse

A parasite always out of sight hiding from daylight

I’m not here to be polite while I’m surrounded by light

No double down downy will clear your air

Take a glare, stare, I’ll make you shit your underwear

Poof you disappeared.

Balls to the walls, your now hanging on the wall

Frisky whiskey—-OH how you get people Tipsy

Little sissy on the tizzy doing the dizzy

Bam

Slam

I don’t give a dam

Back that ass to the damn to fill the hole you little mole

Don’t scroll while you roll

I’m in your skull and you are DULL.

Let me get you some never-dull

Shine your skull you troll and pay the fucking TOLL

 

That was fun. Always stay creative.

 

Thank you for stopping by.

Little Drum

Living life under the scope, like a dope, let me give you some rope,

Tie it to the boat and use your ass as chum, while I beat the drums

Gurgle, Gurgle, did you forget to take off your girdle.

On the horizon, not Verizon, no disguising, time for some cannibalizing

Wait a shark in the midst. Oh Now yah done messed with the nest

This is not test you done messed with the blessed

Are you having fun, bowing to the sun as you’re under the gun

Dum-de-de-dum, as I beat my drums.

You wanna plop about like a trout

Splish- splash sprayed your ass with a dash of class

Crying, dying, trying my name, but your to blame

Can you handle the candle from the scandal, as I turn your shame into fame as you trying to explain the pain as I watch you burn in flames

My Squadron is on attack, so you better watch yah back little sap, because yah about to get zapped, slapped, and cracked by the feel of my bat, as you roll- listening to the sound of the back crack

Diddle- de- diddle- dum

I rolled your ass off my drum and made you chum

Now I’m done, how about the spin on that spun

Booohaaaa- hoooooraaaaaa –gonna- get- yaaaahhh

Tick Tock Spock is on the clock, so you think you have the drop while your buried in a cement block.

 

 

That was fun. Always stay creative.

 

Thank you for stopping by.

Google Vortex

I sit here staring at dual computer screens. One screen has Google staring at me and the other is no other than the screen reflecting the words I am typing. My son sleeps soundly behind me in his little Fisher Price Rock & Play. Before we get into the post at hand, let that last phrase roll off your tongue a few times. Rock and play. Rock and play. I look at my son, now nearly 4 months old, and he is sound asleep. I am typing away and he is just out cold in infant land dreaming away of something happy I hope.  The Rock and Play is a phenomenal concept, because to me it is an adult sized hammock with frames. I want to wake up my son and tell him he needs to go to his crib, so I can lie back and relax in this thing.

Ok. Let’s turn our attention to the Google screen. It’s just staring at me and frankly sometimes I get tired of just wanting to research information, because there are so many topics from which to choose.  Information at our finger tips….Where do I start?  Information at the touch of your fingertips is an awe-inspiring concept; gone are the days of library card catalogs. At least for this particular post, because unbelievable materials can be found at the tips of those cards and who doesn’t enjoy the good old (DDC) So, Google:  I can take a chance and double click “I’m feeling lucky,” if I choose.  In fact let’s do that and see where it leads us.  What appears is as follows (and this pasted directly from the Google search):

“January 11, 2012

Nicolas Steno’s 374th Birthday

Known as the father of stratigraphy and geology, Nicholas Steno worked to understand history by what he could find in the ground. Rather than simply write books about his findings, Steno opted to do his own hands-on research. As an innovative thinker, he disagreed with his contemporaries in thinking that shark-tooth-shaped objects found imbedded in rocks “fell from the sky.” Instead, Steno argued that these formations were fossils. His dedication to analysis, critical thinking, and creative thinking make him a great subject for a Google doodle!

Considering Steno’s contributions to stratigraphy and geology, I wanted to honor his birthday with a unique take on his work. I knew that the colorful and geeky aesthetic of stratigraphy was the right direction for the doodle, but the team and I weren’t sure how to apply it. Should we set the doodle in the middle of the country? Should we relate it to Google culture? Should I just make things up? Below are the exploration sketches. “

—–End of Google search direct quote—-

Now, that was a gem of a find.  That nugget left me curious, so I chose to research further on Nicolas Steno. I wanted to see what information I could find in three minutes; yet, 49 minutes pass, and I am still reading about this fascinating man.  I would have continued my research; however, my son woke up screaming.  The term “bloody hell” is an overture for my son cried so loud that the blood ran out of hell; Hell’s CEO was like, “God, what happened?  Why have you forsaken me?” After feeding my son, he started to fall back to sleep, leading me to return to do some additional research.  That’s reality; my son is now falling back to sleep in my wife’s arms.  So, I decide to browse Stanford’s research archives, leading me right back to where I started, another recap of a past blog post. The BRAIN. This reminds me of what I read regarding Steno, and his 1669 point, “The brain, the masterpiece of creation, is almost unknown to us.”  Today, 347 years later in 2016, the brain is still a mystery, in many ways. That is beyond fascinating because that means there are endless possibilities for future breakthroughs.

So, to return to our focus on Google, I am thankful for our tech advancements, as this provided the muse and the means to locate a topic.  While I am on the topic of technological advances, how many of my fellow readers know what Nanites are? Now this is a topic about which I could write multiple posts. Nanorobotics, Nanomachines, and Nanomites, oh my. Nanotechnology is a fascinating topic, one in which that which you imagine can become a reality.

So, until the next post I will keep researching topics or just free write as I normally do, as this helps me to feel good about myself. Let’s face it folks, if we do not enjoy what we are doing or do what makes us happy, then what is the purpose of humanity? We have 80 to 85 years to live and humanity would be resplendently boring if there were no excitement.

See you in the next post.

The Successful Kayaker

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This post will mainly focus on two often-ignored concepts these days: respect and common sense. One of my favorite quotes, “I’ve never responded well to entrenched negative thinking,” stated by the late David Bowie, comes to mind.  When I am on the water or near the water I am happy. So, when I kayak or when I have been the individual behind the wheel of any vessel, I have always taken this responsibility pretty seriously. Why? Because the water has no mercy and the inherent dangers are, in my opinion, greater on the water than on / in other mediums.  Experience tends to teach one a thing or two about the respect for nature.

Furthermore, regardless of what anyone tells you, particularly from the naysayers who tell you something cannot be done, don’t pay them any mind and do it anyway. Don’t let anyone ever talk you out of doing something that makes sense to you. Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you are stupid for even trying. The following is a very short synopsis of a highly detailed plan to kayak from Virginia to New Jersey. The endless remarks, looks, and outlandish comments I heard in reference to this ocean kayaking expedition could fill a book.

A buddy with whom I kayaked regularly, and, by the way, this was an individual who had far less experience on the water than me, had planned to join me on this ocean kayaking expedition.  Even though he had less experience with water, this was not a journey my family wanted me to make – at least without arousing great concern – on my own.   I am not the know all, do all, superman of water, but I have had my time card punched with my share of logged water time, so I am confident when I venture out into the big blue.  Initially, my buddy wondered why I kayaked so much and why I was training so hard. He had no idea what my ocean kayaking plans entailed, but once he heard the plan, he wanted to go and his mind was set, so I decided why not.  He was on board and I put into action the VA to NJ trip; it was no longer a solo trip and I now had to plan for two, but this made my wife happy, because, believe me, she was NOT thrilled I was doing this trip, and even more so because I was going at it alone.   So, the training began; like a mako shark eating a yellowfin tuna, I was practicing for this crazy idea of mine and I was determined to make it happen.

Training on all fronts continued at an even faster pace now, mentally and physically. My co-pilot knew I had maps upon maps, charts, tidal maps and times, weather conditions from past to present to analyze the weather and marine patterns, and I had real time feed, gear, and pretty much anything that one could think of to do a trip of this nature. This was no hop on a Ferris wheel, go around and get off-type of ride and so the training and preparation needed to be just as such and it was. It was difficult, but with a purpose of a reward at the end.

The water has no mercy and if you treat water as a joke, then you will die. That is the bottom line when dealing with water in this type of excursion or anytime you venture out in to the water in such a manner. You will die if you do not take it seriously; one should always have respect for the ocean. So, nonstop preparations were underway. I even got my father involved because he is a captain and a damn good one, so I trust his judgements in these matters. At first, though, I was very reluctant on sharing this with him. My dad is the type of man that if you tell him you are going to do something, then you do it or at least try. I like to think I did make him a little proud.

Practice, practice, practice, and more practice. I would watch people on the shore line just watching me practice and then I would hear the commentaries, and, at times, harassment, regarding my ocean kayaking adventure.  However, they were watching from the safety of land.  Hell, I would have loved if other people wanted to sign up and join in; that would have made the trip even safer in numbers. If anything it would have been interesting to have other kayakers on the water even if it was just to practice with me for the day.

So, one day my co-pilot and I were training; even though I had noticed certain behaviors even before this day, I chose to brush it off until I knew without a doubt something was going on. You see, when you are on the water you need to understand the simplest to the most complex situations that may or could occur.  You need to be able to trust that your colleague or co-pilot will be there for you just in case. That notorious “just-in-case” situation always lurks in the back of your mind. That is what keeps you alive – the reality that you know the dangers, but you are prepared for the possibility and will face them with sound judgment. Would you jump into a body of water without a wetsuit/dry suit knowing that you could freeze to death when you have the gear available at hand?  Case closed!

As the trip date neared, I made preparations for time off of work and one last practice run before the big trip; I repeatedly received questions from my co-workers about why I wanted to kayak on the ocean across several states.  The memory of those repeated questions is what prompted this particular blog post. If anything, my critics just pissed me off to the point where I just pushed myself even harder. I found that people like to talk shit about things they want to be doing themselves, but just don’t, and when they see someone actively pursuing a goal, it brings out the worst in people. I experienced this. I remember this and I will continue to write about this.   As Grant Cardone would say, NO NEGATIVITY ALLOWED!

So, the trip was just around the corner and my gut was telling me to cancel the trip, because something was just not right. With a trip such as this you have to take everything into consideration and my gut is and was a major factor in everything I did or do. I just needed to know without a doubt that I could depend on my co-pilot if something went wrong, not just for my safety, but for his as well. We were on our last practice session and before I even unloaded my gear, I noticed my co-pilot was out in the water drunk as a skunk, and high as a kite.  I decided to forego the kayaking expedition due to my co-pilot’s pattern of behavior; his thoughts were “let’s just do it and if we need help, we can just contact the Coast Guard for rescue”. I had a different plan of action; after all, I was ready, prepped, and focused on this trip and my number one concern was if this guy would be able to save himself – or me – if necessary.  Perfectly rational and honest concerns…

I started from day one with this guy telling him all the dangers involved, what could or would go wrong even in the best of weather conditions, but my gut was telling me he had not heard any of this. I asked him straight out if he was using heroin again and the reply was yes. I had my answer to one, my gut feeling, two his mental state, and three the decision to cancel the trip. Now, I was pissed to no end, because I felt I let down a lot of people and more importantly myself. I knew I would receive “I told you so” from all of the naysayers; in the end, though, I was the one who prevailed. I was the one who acquired indispensable knowledge. I was the one who put into action my idea, one which prompted a lot of criticism from others.  In looking back, I realized I made the right decision (that is a “no-brainer” when your colleague is using), and I still kayaked over 400 miles anyway in preparation, an accomplishment no one can take away from me.

The possibility of a future trip still lingers in the recesses of my mind; I haven’t decided if I will make the trip, but it is still on my list of things to check off and chalk up to experience.   What is on your “bucket” or “to-do” list? Have you attempted any of your significant goals, or have you received criticism for your goals in life?

Go after what you feel is right, even if it just starts off as a simple idea in your mind. What if you don’t try and ask yourself later, why I didn’t at least start? If it is attainable, then why not try to attain that specific goal. It will be difficult to ignore those who will question every single action, particularly when you are trying to improve yourself as a person, but as long as you stand up for yourself, and know in your eyes that you are doing right, then why not attempt your goals, dreams, that personal “to-do” list, or a long-standing bucket list. I am and I will continue to do so. I hope you will fight for something that means something to you, regardless of whether it is earning a GED, going back to college, quitting drinking or smoking, etc., or standing up for your beliefs, then that is better than nothing. If it is writing or speaking for a living and if millions of dollars are your goal then you will definitely have to start with who is looking at you in the mirror. Something is better than nothing. More of something is better than something.  Every day you keep working towards that goal it is a better day.

As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them. John F. Kennedy

I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination. Jimmy Dean

Believe you can and you’re halfway there. Theodore Roosevelt

See you in the next post.

The Brain Chain

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Brain drain training the brain

The sprocket launched like a rocket where’s Mr. Crockett

Miami has the naughty and nice screaming for advice

Socket in my pocket turning the gears, while pouring out the years of tears

Tired and perspired

Still on fire with desire

Passion, compassion, need expansion

The dove of love fly’s the sky and while never in disguise- love is the prize

Don’t be an dick is what I hear being spit off the lip

10 times- 20 times- 30 times- it’s my time, so I’ll spend the dime to chime, because I’m going to rhyme- 1 time- 2 times- 3 times – I’ll still shine for I am always moving forward in time.

Stand in line-it’s my time- so don’t cross the line of my design

Train the brain with pain if you’re locked in chains- it’s not insane or in vain- to break the chain

Don’t be the chain locking my brain or I’ll torch and scorch the link and watch it sink

 

It’s that time for getting the juices flowing.  See you in the next post.

Fire within

My head is pounding as if someone slammed a door into my face, a red hot needle pushing its way underneath my eyeballs and looping back around to just go through the center of my pupil for fun. So, as my eyes are bleeding with fire, my head is pulsating around like a baseball pitch machine that just keeps on shooting and hitting the wall, because the bat already broke over my skull. Shall we continue and consider the amplified sounds?  Take something simple as water running out of the faucet or someone typing on a keyboard; well those two things just became a concert in full swing roaring in your ears, on top of the aforementioned minor irritations.

Let’s move on to the lights and how everything seems to GLARE like a spotlight in your face. Hello, hell. The good stuff is next; everything spins like a bad hangover.  However, this is not a hangover, but a pulsating nightmare, one in which you want to just have someone knock you the hell out. I guess one could be creative and say everything is a 10x rule as Grant Cardone’s book expresses – i.e., give it your all and go big 10 times more than you would normally. Well, my readers, migraines are no picnic; these are lovely experiences I get to have at least three times a week; however, through all the loveliness, I still go through my day as any other.  After all, migraines are a common element in my life.

Does this sound like a fun ride? Did I mention how irritable one gets with these head pulsating, kill-me-now beams of fire shooting through my skull like a particle collider trying to locate dark matter or the spark of life? The throwing up, nauseating dry heaves where your stomach is coming out of your throat and ears is a constant in my life.  Anyway, those who have had migraines will understand; to those who never had the privilege of this experience even once, be grateful. The song from one of my all-time favorite singers, Bruce Springsteen, comes to mind when I have a migraine and it sometimes helps (Bruce Springsteen-I’m on Fire). Oh, one last detail about migraines (besides the fact that they suck) is the hot and cold sweats and even better the skin is so sensitive to touch that if you take a shower in cold water it feels like you’re boiling like a god damn lobster. There are a few more beautiful things that are associated with having a migraine, but I think you get the gist of it. So, if you are ever around individuals who have a migraine try to understand they are in a world of hurt.   I deal with that crap regularly and still maintain a basically normal life.

See you in the next post!

The Docks

Tick – Tick

Tick – Tick

Tock – Tock

Tick -Tock

Feeling the clock

Getting your ass washed off the dock

Slipped and fell now your under my spell

Washed away with the spray

There’s no time for play

My whole life is on dispaly

Hip Hip Hooray

Now I’m on my way

 

Have fun people. Have a sense of humor and laugh at yourself a lot, unless your a robot.

See you in the next post!