Saturday, October 31, 2009
2000 years ago what we know as Ireland, England and northern France today, was the Celtic Empire. It was believed that the 1st day of November marked the end of the harvest and the last days of Summer. Soon would come the cold days of winter. Samhain, believed to be the God of Death would allow on this one day of the year, all of the souls of those who had left the earth, to return to their homes. This of course terrified the people who would run into the fields to stear clear of the ghosts and goblins that were sure to inhabit their homes and town centers and mini malls and Starbucks.
Now, somehow throughout the course of the 2000 years that have gone by, the tradition has been distorted and reshaped into something that..................well something that scores me a lot of chocolate. So, get those kids into their Hannah Montana costumes and send them out there into the world with their pillow cases and well versed chants about smelling feet which apparently makes them hungry, hungry for only something good to eat. Get out there and make Samhain proud........ I can't wait to do quality control on the chocolate goods...........What? You have to run several tests to make sure that the candy is good. Right? HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
A few days ago I posted a similar picture brought to you by the nice folks over at Google Earth of this hill that I all of a sudden after 4 years of living in my house at the base of, feel compelled to climb. Today, I revisit this topic because this is how important it has become.
Yesterday, I was hanging out with a dear friend of mine who grew up under the shadow of this hill. I told him that I was going to climb to the summit just to prove to myself that I can do it and to make the damn thing quit taunting me every time I am out and about in town. There is nowhere in town that I can go to be out of its sight. A quick moment passes with no response, but then he says to me with I smile, "I've done it. I've done it a handful of times and it is awesome up there. Just do yourself a favor and don't go up there on a day where there is even the slightest hint of a breeze down here. Because if there is a breeze down here it is wicked windy up there." At this point we get into my truck, (it's a dark blue GMC Sierra with custom wheels, a billet grill and a snug top on the back for those who are trying to keep the paint of their mental picture fresh) and drive around the neighborhood and up into the hills to the east of this rocky peak to get a look from all angles.
So here we are, the research is complete, I have exploited every angle that Google Earth has to offer, I have gone into the field to see it with the naked eye. The time for preparing and just talking about it have faded into the shadows. Now....... Now is the time to start doing. When I say now, I don't actually mean right this minute, I do have to go to work today. I say now as in, now it's a plan and not just an idea. I am going to invite my friend Mark to join me for a number of reasons. He is an extreme outdoorsman, he has a new Canon EOS T1I that will shoot this endeavor in full 1080p, and I think that he would enjoy this just as much as I will.
Will you stay tuned to see the real life pictures taken from the peak? Do you think I can do this? Do I think I can do it? Let's just go for it!
Monday, October 26, 2009
My latest endeavor is this hill back behind my house. Lately, when I pull out of the driveway, this hill seems to stare down at me as if to be challenging me. I see you standing there with your tall vertical peak and I don't think you know who you're dealing with. You are no Everest that's for sure. You are a miniscule 1600 feet and I will stand on your summit one day soon.
So many of us are living just to work. We go to work, we come home to eat and sleep just to go back to work the next day. What are we ants? Are we bees? This just seems like such an incredible waste of what could potentially be an amazing existence. I'm not saying we all need to quit our jobs and meander through life without any cares or responsibilities (but that would be cool right?). What I am saying is that if we change our herd mentality and we work to live instead of live to work, we might have a lot more fun.
I challenge you my friends, to get out there and LIVE your lives, really LIVE it. Never wonder what could have been when instead you can say, "remember when?"
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Being the father of two young girls and the husband of a beautiful wife, I find myself grossly outnumbered in almost every circumstance. It often feels as though the uterine walls are closing in around me and there is no chance of escape. As one can imagine, living in a house full of girls, a man has to grow accustomed to the sound of crying either up close or in the next room almost at all times. Trying to find commom ground between an 8 year old girl and a 35 year old man is always a challenge. Wanting to watch the game, drink beer and scratch myself in inappropriate places will never be a popular decision in this house and can only be done when the girls are out doing whatever the girls go out to do.
Being the father of two young girls and the husband of a beautiful wife, I find myself loved unconditionally no matter what the circumstance. It often feels as if that love grows every day and that there is no chance of ever being alone. As one can imagine, living in a house full of girls, a man has to grow accustomed to the sound of laughter and singing either up close or in the next room almost at all times. When common ground is found between an 8 year old girl and a 35 year old man, it makes it all worth it. All of a sudden, watching the game, drinking beer and scratching myself in inappropriate places doesn't seem as important as it used to.
This is the wave of parenthood, and for as long or as short as it lasts, shouldn't we enjoy the ride?