what's to say about cold hands in the fall when the leaves begin to fall and morning mist hangs around you like a long veil. when the trees disrobe their sensual nightgowns and stand bare before our child-like eyes. and we begin to cover ourselves from the chill that creeps over our fading summer tones ( Read more... )

red vine fire ( Read more... )

to mountains
waves of sleep
skyline of dreams

the clarity of a clear window
to my right
is limited.

the crabapple tree is ripe
and the boys play
with their toys.

like a photograph of a moment
when we all smiled
on the outside.

I've rediscovered the greatness of frozen pizza thanks to the Olympics.

If there's one thing I'd like to work on as a coach this year, it's learning to see where improvement can be made. To not immediately judge actions as substantial, but understand what it takes to achieve success - and to communicate this effectively.

it's more the art of creating that I miss. The sculpting of words, phrases, and pictures into some kind of majestic otherworldly creation of spontenaitey that runs like river through a bed of rocks

I have nothing better to do here, so I decided to get crazy and make this tonight. Yes, this is what "getting crazy" here involves ( Read more... )

For the last few summers i've maintained the tradition of compiling a summer playlist of bands i've been listening to, yet hesitent to purchase for whatever reason. Here is the 08 version ( Read more... )

I was at a pseudo casino last night, although it was more just an entire floor of slot machines. It's kinda of scarry actually just watching people throw away money into them. It's really like a floor of mindless zombies having the life sucked out of them slowly while their brain is tricked into some kind of awful enjoyment. It gave me a very ( Read more... )