A Little Help From Jim Morrison

Ever since some professional decisions have left me with some time on my hands, I have been able to really refocus my life. With my old job, I was a complete frantic mess, always pissed off at the world, and always had something I was late for. These two nuances of life alone, were more than enough to stifle any creativity, love, and beauty that lied within. I had become a shell of myself. I just figured this shift was a fact of life as true as death and taxes...something not to be questioned or toyed with. I had a plan, I was executing, and I was on my way. On my way... On my way to somewhere that had gotten me so far away from where I began. The more I achieved, the less I knew how to do, and the more worthless I felt. Because you see, my business was that of bullshit. Plain and simple. Nothing tangible, nothing real to show, nothing more than some numbers on a screen next to my name, and a promise of future utilization.

With every day since the end of that situation, I grow more and more alive. I look around at the world, with an eye for beautification, and a yearning desire to restore and create. I have written...I have built...and I have found my smile.

Yes, there is that question of money. And there is that unknowing fear that resides in the back of your head, ever so slightly whispering those words of inevitability. I know this time in my life will not last, and I am at peace with it for at least i know this part of my being and my soul is still there.

Yesterday in the warm sun of southern California, I decided to restore my ailing porch furniture. With my shirt off, and my iPod on, I remembered what it was like to create something beautiful. Something I could stand back from in the end, wearing only a torn pair of jeans and smile, and say "that's right...I fucking did that." No corporate bullshit, no deadlines, no one telling you what you are or aren't. Just a finished product in the end that screams and sparkles success.

And, I know that is nothing tremendous, as it was only porch furniture. But somewhere between sanding off the old, and staining on the new, I was overcome with such emotion that only the son of a hard working father could understand. For a few moments the world just blurred out, and the music of Jim Morrison and the Doors fueled a photojournalistic journey through my life and childhood. With each sanded stroke I could see the pure magic of this moment, I could see my father working on our boat, the house, or whatever project lay before him. I could see the tenderness in his face, and the strength in his hands, and I had never before been so proud to be his son.

When the night sky began to fall, and I was finishing up with the final coats, it hit me that after all the accomplishments I have had in life, all the achievements in school, and then in business, this is what I needed him to see. Most successes in life are here today, gone tomorrow, the memories usually kept alive only by a photo of a handshake or a framed piece of paper. This was different. I wanted him to know that all those years of him speaking to my deaf ears and trying to raise a man whose interests at the time lied nowhere near his, that his efforts were not in vain.

In the end, it wasn't about the furniture, it was about the experience. Thanks to my father for planting the seeds, and thanks to Jim Morrison for providing the water...

SUV Prices

So, I just don't get it...No one, and I mean no one is buying big SUVs right now, and yet when I go to price them out at dealers, they could not are less about negotiating down the price. The situation is truly ridiculous! I keep getting told that the price they give, is the lowest they can go, citing that they are at invoice. Does anyone else find this completely crazy? Why are car dealers one of the only existing industries that can just say "fuck you - if you don't want it at the price i paid, move along..." I wish I could have the same attitude with my house right now, except for the fact that I can not get close to what i paid...nor does anyone give a shit about what i paid...they only care about what i am willing to accept. Why does the law of supply and demand skip over the auto industry, and when will they eventually have to drop their pants???

twitter

So, I'll admit it...at first sight and sound of this ridiculous site, I thought it could not be more foolish. Then, I made the mistake of actually creating an account. Holy Shit will this twittering occupy your time and your fucking mind. It was already cited as a major reason for the most recent break-up of Jennifer Aniston and John Mayer...the guy could not keep from tweeting...and I completely understand. And believe me, I'm pretty f-ing worthless in the world of twitter, so I can't even imagine having a ton of followers, with the pressure of constantly entertaining with witty and succinct banter. T'is one hell of a burden. At present time, I have like 22 followers, and believe me, I work to keep them. I am interested to see where this all goes, as twitter clearly has a ton of momentum behind it right now, and it seems the sky is the limit. I have connected with so many interesting people, and it has a much better feel to it then fb, not as invasive. And, of course the celebs and pseudo celebs love it...great forum for them to convey info and stay fresh and current. All in all, I'm enjoying my twitter journey, and as long as Spencer Pratt doesn't tell me to fuck myself too many more times, I will continue along with this ride...

Hello??

Does anyone give a shit about this blog?

WTF of the Week...

I mean what the hell? How can gas continue to rise and rise and rise?

Round and round it goes, where it stops, nobody knows...

Seriously, I am wondering the point to all of this, because how the hell can the average American afford to fill up their vehicle? More impressive is the fact that all the illegals are affording the gas as well - cuz the freeways are no less congested. The dems want a way to reduce vehicle emissions, well having gas approach $5/gallon is one way to accomplish the task.

http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D8VBE1600&show_article=1

Back with a Tigger Bounce

After a pretty lengthy hiatus, I have decided to come back with a vengeance! Why you ask? Because my wife sent me a link to the video below, and I urge each and every one of you to watch it. I apologize for my disappearance, but after watching Randy speak, I feel it is my duty to do my part.

Much love
-ii

18-1 / Copywrite This, Bitch!

Where the heck do I begin? If you are not a Giant fan, I imagine you still went through that game, saying to yourself - "this is the greatest thing I have ever seen!" If you are a Giant fan, I imagine you woke up today, without a voice, and your cheeks hurting like hell. This game had so much content, so many unbelievable plays, so much suspense, that I feel bad for whoever has to follow this one up.



And how about Plaxico being the smartest guy in the NFL? He said the Pats would only score 17, and everybody laughed, and laughed, and laughed some more. Especially Tommy boy, who found Plaxico's guarantee and prediction extremely humorous. Turned out Plax was being generous - as the Patsies only scored 14.



And, how great do you feel for this guy? All the bullshit this guy has endured in the NY market and also in the national scene. I don't care who you are, seeing Peyton cheer for his little brother, as he was en route to the biggest derailing in football history, got you automatically emotionally involved. There were so so many inspirational moments in this game, and there was just so much at stake. I can't believe a football game has moved me as this one has, but it was an experience that I will never forget. And for those of you who remember, I had a little poll set up back in the early fall, asking which team would hand the Pats their first loss. There were only 2 of us who voted for the Giants - Kristen, good lookin out!

As for me, the winning feeling will continue for a long while. Especially because I am really looking forward to seeing Giselle run down 5th Ave buck ass naked. She decided to open her mouth, on record, and said that if her Tommy boy didn't win the Superbowl, she would run naked through the streets of NY. I hope it is damn cold in Manhattan this week!!



The Giants brought back the age-old premise that Defense Wins Championships. End of Story! They proved that tenacity, committment, and rugged pursuit, will beat out flash and expectations any friggin day of the week. I am damn proud of this team, and I am damn proud to be a fan of the NY Football Giants. The vision of Michael Strahan flexing over a knocked-down and demoralized Brady, says it all. Like they did to Tony Romo earlier in the playoffs, the Giant's D-Line completely mind f-ed Tom Brady, and the entire offensive gameplan. NE, have fun with your 18 and 1 record - it means pure shit at this point. You will be remembered for nothing.

Job well done Big Blue...