Ron Burgundy : Oop… I almost forgot. I won’t be able to make it fellas. Veronica and I trying this new fad called uh, jogging. I believe it’s jogging or yogging. it might be a soft j. I’m not sure but apparently you just run for an extended period of time. It’s supposed to be wild.
I caught a snip of this tree that was split the other night during a all night storm from lightening. Unless per chance that someone with a parachute came crashing down and split it, which is highly unlikely.
Fortunately I wasn’t jogging during said thunderstorm.
Yet when I marveled at nature’s destructive power, it put me in awe that this very tree is far older than myself yet destroyed despite all things. A sense of permanency shattered by a variable. Isn’t this indicative of life ? We think we know and we’re secretly hopeful that all things will be aright, that bad things only transpires to other people never to us. How can anybody predict such phenom ? Answer is obvious : we can’t. Can’t anticipate, can’t plan ahead, and can’t circumnavigate things in our path. And this tree ? It wasn’t even moving.
I get my steps in, I get my sweats in. I’m running, it’s damp and grey out, it still feels more like a late April than true May. My body is acclimating to the climate. We have colder summers than in the glory days of my youth, when there were golden radiant summers that seemed to last forever, and I was actually sick of it, longing for cold autumn months so I could wear my spiffy threads. I liked the weather patterns then, they were so predictable. Not like now, where everything’s changed and erratic. I’ve never seen it where one day it’s in the 40’s, the next it’s 80’s like it’s so bipolar.
I’m going to be busy much in the next few weeks. I’m also going to have to write more offline and simply transfer it word for word. I’ve got more empty journals and sketchbooks than ever before, and yeah I do have an addiction. Also at the moment trying to get my other projects off the ground. Too many moving parts, lots of planning. At times one needs to plot and conspire like one of the royal houses of Westeros just to see movement. At times I’m inundated in tech not because my heart’s in it but it keeps the lights on. It seems to be the only lucrative job industry right now that does keep one afloat. However I’m finding that art + creativity sustains me and is more rewarding. Thus I’m actually gravitating myself more toward being a creative than purely a web developer. Coding and design are fun things don’t get me wrong but sometimes…too much headache, too little reward. Also, I’m not really a stereotypical nerd. Intellectual perhaps, but I’m not a hacker type nerd nerd. My passions lie in wordplay, in writing, creating art and other artsy fartsy shiz.
Recently at the art museum, something I wanted to place on my own living room wall. You always had rather exquisite tastes.