Hodge Podge

in ABSOLUTELY no particular order
Random notes from this weekend, some ficticious some factual:



A bottle of scotch whiskey, a pack of cigarettes and some ibuprofen

Insomnia, Blood type O+, bi-polar disorder AND Obessive Compulsive Disorder,


Rotting apples fallen from trees and stray golf balls from the golf course across the fence scattered about the backyard.

4.5 hours of working in retail

watching TV in the break room

flirtation and stone face


high school-like moments in the workplace

rain check on a date

A movie on DVD titled Tongan Ninja borrowed from the local library.

Loungin' in cafes reading short stories


coffee / tea


up early-- pancakes with mom at IHOP
then back to sleep
until noon

Late afternoon naps

On TV... let the games END. Kill the flame

Smiles to the self, grinning at the sky, Zen tranquility

revising an old essay

ready for the work week!

San Francisco Marathon

Two weeks ago, on August 3rd I went to the SF marathon to support my buddy, Moses who was running his first ever marathon.

At 4:30 AM the day of the race my cell phone rings. It's Moe. He's called to remind me that I agreed to pick him at 5am and drive him to the race.

I wearily rolled out of bed, slipped into a pair of chinelas (flip flop slippers), threw on a hoodie, pulled myself into a pair of shorts and thrown on my favorite hat. In my semi-conscious state I somehow managed to brew myself a cup of coffee, pour it into a communter cup and make it to his house by the agreed upon time. We arrived at the starting line in the Embarcadero at 5am-ish. The sky was still dark and the stars were still out. But by the time the race started the sun was making it's appearance.

I did NOT run the marathon, but...

I did take a picture by the Bay Bridge and a boat floating by shooting water into the air!

After the race started, I took a shuttle that stopped at various sites on the race route and was able to run a mere 50 yards (in my slippers! haha) with Moe. At this point he had run 13 miles!

Running that 50 yards worked up an appetite! Post Race eats!

Next year, may be I'll run the HALF marathon!

at night, staring at the moon as clouds roll past it

bold as darkness...
this phrase comes to me. it haunts me. metaphorically glaring at a mirror in the darkness, attemtping to comprehend my shadow...

Transitions

My Summer is slowly fading...

Back to work in less than a week.

My Summer is slowly fading...

2 days ago I made an excruciatingly difficult decision to drop out of a fight that I'd been training for for a little over a month because:

chronic and multiple injuries (body isn't as young and reslient as it once was)...
and I realize these injuries have affected me psycologically and emotionally as well as physiologically.

My Summer is slowly fading...

I understand I'm not a dinosaur facing imminent extinction, but I do feel-- worn from wear, rusty, like a relic from another era defining it's self in modern times.


I've stop sulking (I think) and am moving forward. Let us carry on. I'm dusting myself off, and transitioning to another way of being.

My friend, trainer, fellow fighter and in many ways a mentor, wrote to me:

"stop considering yourself too old. you're only old if you think there's not much more to learn. keep looking at life just how you see this mess we call the fight game, and it will always turnout the way you want it..win or lose. "

In "the fight game" we fighters adapt to any given situation, we are disciplined, we care about our "art" as much as a writer, painter, actor what have you.

In the fight game we adapt...

we adapt to different opponents, we adapt to the changing seasons, and I am fiding out now that we even adapt to changes with in ourselves.

And we fight for passion, not glory, we fight because we love "being" the art, performing the art, living the art.

And with all that said, I am hanging up my gloves and focusing on academic pursuits. I am shifting gears focusing on another art.

Look at me in the middle of nostalgia for "the fight game", and also excited for graduate school. transitions...

My summer is slowly fading, but hey! There's Indian Summer in the Fall! and...it's always summer somewhere on the globe! haha