Thursday, June 16, 2011

[ gōl ]






"Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to."
-John Ed Pearce




I have one sole goal. Currently it is not my top priority about my end profession and honestly I maybe a freelance artist/stay at home Dad; which to me sounds fairly rewarding.




Growing up my family moved around so much that I never had a true feeling of home. Almost as clock-work it seemed that every 2-3 years I would be in a new environment; probably why I try to stay as stable as I can nowadays. I want a house a place where no one can kick me out.




A place that I can personally alter to my needs. A shelter away from responsibility where my wife and I can relax and raise a family. Home.

[ līf ]

about a year ago.

[ bk ]

Now I know what to do with all my books.

www.todayandtomorrow.net/2011/01/18/book-of-art

[ shaark ]






There are certain things I like about the beach. Sand in my crotch, infinite amounts of children and of course sharp obstructions in the sand. Don't get me wrong I love the beach but more-so from a distance where I can remain clean. Nonetheless, here in sunny Santa Barbara, California I find a explicit joy in the cold waters. Two years ago, I would dramatically draw attention to on goers as I whipped the sea in my multi-colored Speedo and gargantuan afro. Seizing a culture shock to whoever noticed. Currently, hair gone and swim suit a little more flowing, I find myself altered as dust accumulates on my surfboard. Why one might ask?


Around October headlines flared, "Shark Claims Life of UCSB Student". At that moment my phone cried with woes from Mother and Aunts declaring that I stop surfing. Naturally being one to often defy the rules I would have an urge to go out and take caution to the wind. However, with matters of possible life and death, I like to stick with the former. Albeit the shark attack some 45 miles north near Vanderberg Airforce Base and the Santa Barbara shores protected by a channel. I did not want to take the chance.


Now, some eight months later, I feel ready to oblige the sea. Maybe the Shark(s) will be at bay or maybe they are full and searching for another tasty treat. If I don't post tomorrow, well..







http://www.dailynexus.com/2010-10-25/shark-attack-claims-life-ucsb-student/

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