Monday, January 26, 2009

just a touch

I was already feeling pretty good today.  I had a normal (no planes) work day today, got my hat handed to me in scrabble, went grocery shopping with Eva.  We had a nice dinner together.  I gave her a bath and she went to bed like a dream (yeah).  I was kindly reminded of my sensitive nature, and didn't feel ashamed.
I spend about 1/2 my waking life on the internet, so it comes to no one's surprise that I checked in to FB after Eva went to sleep.  I found something waiting for me that I would have never expected.  A reminder.  Roots.  Connections.  Just about the damned sweetest thing anyone has done for me in a long time.  So, for that, and so many other things you are:
thank you so very much.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

b,s,w,d




Pretty much sums it up.

selfish ass

I am a selfish ass.  I know, save your preaching; I am not fishing here.  Anyone that would try to deny that they, themselves are not selfish has other issues.  Not the point today.  I have realize some new/old things this week.  I am barely functioning, lonely and scared and those are the things I am willing to admit.
I have become increasingly reticent to write about this subject due to the real fear it causes others.  Let me put it to you as straight.  This is where the rough edges come in handy:  If I am going to do it, there is nothing you or anyone else can do to stop me.  I am alone way too much and have no fear.  So, let me be clear, just because I am writing about stuff, doesn't mean I am doing stuff.  Take it for what it is or don't read here.  I enjoy exploring these ideas and am not going to stop.  This is just my warning statement.  I will not repeat this message, so please don't bother worrying about me.  It won't do you or me any good.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Friday, January 16, 2009

yip yip yip yip



yip yip yip yip

the burrito incident

Claire and I were in Berkeley for some shopping and general browsing.  We did our usual stroll and shop routine till around noon time and decided it was time to eat.  I was cross (as usual) for some reason or another.  I was probably over hungry and out of control as I was back then.  Claire recognized I needed to get some food in me and we quickly decided on the burrito place that was on the corner. 
This was your typical burrito joint.  Cafeteria style, you tell them what you want as you walk.  We placed our order and began the shuffle. (I wanted to say sashe' but don't know how to spell it).  Claire's burrito came out as she ordered it.  Normal.  Then came mine.  The tortilla seemed fine, beans, rice, meat, cheese, salsa, guac, etc.  All seemed right to me.  The it happened.  As my burrito maker attempted to roll this monstrosity, the tortilla split.  She proceeded to grab another tortilla and scraped the lot of the other one into this new tortilla.  To me this was an incontionable act.  I stiffend.  I cringed.  My eyes begain to redden and a bit of steam crept from my ears.  Claire futilly tried to mitigate.  I mean what is the big deal, right?  Well, it isn't perfect.  I didn't say a word but a plan was brewing in my head to get back at this burrito maker for doing such a thing to me.  (How dare she?).
Clarie and I took our burritos back to our table.  I sat for a solid 3 minutes before I was ready to reveal my plan for revenge.  It went something like this:
Ok, Claire this is what I am going to do:  I am going to go to the liquor store two doors down, buy a disposable camera, and bring it back.  This is what you need to do:  You need to have the camera ready to take the shot.
The shot of what?  Claire had horror written all over her face.  Here we go again.  Josh is fucking crazy, but (I love him?).
The shot:  I am going to go back to my burrito maker, burrito in hand and throw it in her (yes her) face.  I need you to get the shot of it hitting her.  I need to have a permanent memory of revenge for her not making my burrito perfect.  Seriously.
What happened:  After I explained all this to Claire, I set out to get the camera.  Somewhere in the liquor store a bit of sense came over me and I calmed down just enough to realize that this was not something I should do.  I came back to the burrito joint, sat down until Claire was done eating (she didn't eat much, lost her appetite somehow), and stared at my burrito.  When she was done, I took her's and my plates, disposed of them and left.
The quest for perfection can be overwhelming and is not in any way possible in this mortal world.  The moment I realized this, (there was no moment, it was a long process) all got easier.  I didn't need the perfect burrito anymore.  I didn't need plans to go as planed.  I didn't need to be so critical.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I may be crazy but I am not mentally ill

Here it is, in writing. My biggest fear, ever since I was very small, has been that someone will discover that I am crazy and lock me up for it. It is the reason that until recently, I have never let anyone read what I write. It is the reason I never pursued this dream in any real way. Whether I am good or not isn't for me to judge. Critics and peers can do that. What is up to me is how I feel about my writing. I love to do it and it comes naturally to me. But I digress (another natural talent).
There are two major camps when it comes to the mildly mentally ill. I am talking about the functioning manic depressives out there. I am talking about most of my friends. Those who take antidepressants and those who don't. I famously espouse "There are two kinds of people in this world: Those who put people into one of two categories, and those who don't." So I don't exactly enjoy breaking things down in this way, but this is the line I am drawing. I am not passing judgment on one side or the other.
The group that decides to take the meds have often encouraged me to join them. Some of the folks that fall into this category are ones whom I would have never thought needed or would consider taking these types of meds. I have heard the testimonies. I did listen to you all when you told me how much easier it has been for them to deal with the day to day mundanity. You take one extra breath before striking out. You, just for one second more, consider the other side before reacting. That is great and I am happy for you. I have also seen first hand the difference these drugs can make in a person's life.
I myself have been prescribed antidepressants at least a half a dozen times and have never taken them. I just choose not to. I have them all in a box in a closet, just in case. I personally feel like no matter how low I get, no matter how close I get, it is me. I am still me. I have an intrinsic fear that these meds will take a part of me away. Shit, this just may be me being crazy again, but I am functioning.
I have no problem with either of these sides. Most of the time, I believe responsibilty lies with the individual. For instance, don't blame the lending agencies for doling out subprime loans. Even when I was a first time homebuyer, it was easy for me to see that paying less than you owe each month on your mortgage was a recipie for disaster. Maybe everyone doesn't have my instincts, but everyone had the opportunity to do their due dilligence. Everyone was presented, by law, the same sheet I was presented with which illustrates what could happen if/when interest rates rose. But advertisers advertise for a reason: it works. And there isn't a much bigger advertising and lobying machine than the pharmaseudical industry. And what are their biggest sellers (ok, penis drugs) antidepressants. As I write this, a commercial for abilify, a drug to take in addition to your regular antidepressant flashed across my tv. What? If your antidepressant isn't enough, here is one you can take as an add-on. Yes, an add-on!
Grey, that is what this is. These drugs clearly help people. But, does everyone who takes these drugs need them?

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Monday, January 12, 2009

cryptonym

It is time to play another round of Josh has something to say without saying it.  Had a really big epiphany just now and need to put it down but don't want to really say what it is.  I told somebody something the other day and didn't think a thing about it, that is until like 15 minutes ago.  I had already explained somewhere how something someone else said to me has swung my whole way of operating toward caution.  I have become so fearful of imposition, I refuse to participate in any activity in which I am not 100% sure I am not doing what I was told I used to do all the time.  The thing about this that is ridiculous is that in the particular situation, no most situations, there is no such thing as 100% sure.  Am I too late to this?  Nah, I can only learn as fast as I can learn.  Dummy. 
What the fuck did I just say.  Trust me, it was harder to write than to read.  I am saying something and nothing all at once.  Try it some time, ain't no peach.  Well, fuck you, anyone can read this and I am doing the best I can with this nonsense.
Also in the mind, a new complex over the word also.  I am using withal instead.  I, for a few days, thought I liked to start as many sentences as I could with also.  Then I thought that was a really bad idea.  Now:  complex.  Withal was the worst synonym I could come up with.  Not only is it classified as archaic, it doesn't even really take the place of also in most contexts.  Perfectly imperfect.
Ah, shit.  When someone tells you that you pushed them into one of the biggest life decisions you can make and that was never that person's desire, it can fuck with you.  One particular friend has told me time and time again that this simply isn't true.  I didn't want to hear it.  In fact, I went so far as to make this subject about that other person.  It very well may have something to do with them (grammar incorrect to not give it away, as I said cryptonym), but it also has to do with me.  In order to move forward, I have to accept that the thing I am talking about simply isn't true.  I may be strong willed, but I am not capable of making someone do something like that with out complicity.
It is one thing to be considerate of others, to really try and always consider the wants and needs of others.  It is another thing to be so fearful, so concerned of upsetting others that I am wholly unable to make even the most mundane suggestions, if I am not sure (when is this?) this is what the other(s) want.  This has to stop. It isn't what I say, it is what I think that matters.  If, in my heart, the best intentions lie, then I hath not fear my words.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

a story for today

I am currently at about 17,000 feet and rising.  To the right is a particularly stunning sunset just above the pacific.  Off I go again to some company and do god knows what for them.  I don’t even bother to prep anymore.  There hasn’t been anything new since July and I don’t see anything new, just a sunset.  I had at one time or another made some promise to myself never to become so bitter or jaded to lose the ability to enjoy a sunset, so I cannot tell if I am looking at it out of duty or not.
I now have two friends who say “I’ll call you back,” when they actually mean “I’ll talk to you later.”  One of them, I am suspicious, worked it in.  If so, bravo!
Stuff hasn’t come easy lately.  I think I overdid the thoughts and desires to do this for real.  I got a panicked call regarding my state and gave up (37,000 feet now).  Well, not completely yet.  Maybe it is a symptom of the general post holiday malaise I have fallen into.   Yea, I’m going with that.  I have pretty much given up on everything.  I know I am usually short on goals and aspirations, but usually come up with something.  I think my goal for today is get a good night’s sleep.  Not much of a day in between when all you got is “I really want to go to bed tonight.”  Yea, it is pretty stupid, but dragging myself from one plane to the next for some bullshit client that could probably do everything I do if they would just read the fucking manual.  I guess you could say I am not high on my job right now.
Ok, I have to admit it, I still do love the sunset, I am not faking, can’t keep my eyes off of it.
I had a fantastic day yesterday and am glad that “I’m feeling antisocial.” didn’t mean me.  Maybe I should mention the incident with the parking spot here.  I really got stuck in my head.  This is what I know would have happened if I was by myself.  I would have drove off almost immediately with a wave and a smile.  But you were there.  I got flustered.  Am I supposed to act macho here?  We were driving around for a while, but I really didn’t care, spots come and go, and it all worked out fine.  Anyway, I never should have yelled at that person and have felt bad about it.  Not normal behavior.
So, where the hell am I going this time?  This is what I think is really getting to me.   I am heading to Scottsdale, AZ but that isn’t what’s bothering me.  It is the client:  A fucking designer of missile guidance systems.  Oh, this is killing me inside.  I am going to have to pay for this one for sure.  I have never so directly, so knowingly aided and abetted a killer before.  I may have been a rotten person many times in my life.  I have been an insensitive jerk and lashed out at the ones I loved.  I have done said and thought terrible things.  I cannot help but believe that my actions this coming week will one day lead to someone’s death.  Not cool.
Got it?  Good.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

hey dad

I saw a picture today that reminded me of my dad. Since I am on the road, I had nothing of his to look at, I googled. There isn't much of my dad on the internet. He died nearly 13 years ago and what was the internet back then? I found a post of his from the 1994 baseball strike with his email address attached to it. I don't know why but I emailed him completely expecting it to bounce right back. It didn't.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Saturday, January 3, 2009



Ok, Let's lightent up a bit and Let's Dance.
Thanks

Friday, January 2, 2009

the difference

Lately I have been contemplating the difference between a death wish and suicidal tendencies. Not the difference technically; they are well defined. The question comes with reference to how/when one shifts between the two. Can they be one? Can they co-exist? No. No, they cannot. Suicidal tendencies come when a person has decided that the only option for that person is death and no other solution exists. A death wish is a compulsion of sorts. One puts one self into dangerous situations over and over again to see how close he can come to death and defeat death.
Why is this even here? Lately, in the mornings, I have been finding myself in situations that are more dangerous than necessary and feeling no fear of them. No natural flight or flight in me. Pure adrenalin and clarity. There have been close calls for sure. On Wednesday, I pulled out to closely to an oncoming car and had the back wheel of my bike fly out from under me. I was at about 45° to the side and 25° from center. This is a spot where there really is only about a 35% chance of pulling the bike back up. I did. I motored to the stop light and stopped. Completely calm. The guy whom I cut off drove up and made a cross with his fingers as if to repel me like a vampire. I beckoned him closer but he was clearly not interested in a lengthy discussion. I wanted to tell him about all of this and other things. Maybe I will see him again and we can have some coffee. I decided again to take my bike out in the rain. This is what I had referred to in other times as irresponsible riding. The oil is coming up from the roads and the poor visibility make for treacherous riding. All along, I felt no fear, only peace. Does this mean I have death wish? I don't really think so. It means to me that I am loosening up on the fear. This is always something that I consider a conquest. Not this time. I keep thinking I have an ulterior motive (nefarious and sinister).
The key? Find and extricate that damn idea that is stuck in my mind's car seat. Find the person that can help me achieve this and beg and plead for the help necessary. I have to make a choice. Slowly destroy myself with the status quo and risk nothing or get the damn idea out.
This is a classic struggle for me. If I do nothing, I am only hurting myself (as far as I can tell). If I act on the extraction, there is potential for much more hurt for me and others involved. There is also potential for great reward there. From great risk, comes great reward or great tragedy. I must find the strength to risk much and be prepared to lose all. If not, limbo is where I will stay. Taking much greater risks with myself to avoid harming others.
This, of course is so perverted. The above makes the assumption that no one will be hurt if I am not here and that there is much to be gained by my absence. I tend to believe this, but know how people react when I express this. Anger, disgust, disbelief, sadness, contempt. Clearly, I am not looking at the same variables as these folks. It is do or die time. And, yes, Josh is calling you out. I am calling you out. Don't run away again. The truth as it is will be our guide and our direction. We can and may hide in pleasantries for a long time. No one wants to get involved, but we are already involved, you see. We are already involved. That is the one truth. So what do we do now?

And so it starts.
You switch the engine on.
We set controls for the heart of the sun,
one of the ways we show our age.

Curse me out in free verse
Wrap me up and reverse this
Patience is a virtue
Until it's silence burns you

Come along Fool
A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
It’s not that it’s bad…it’s not that it’s death
It’s just that it is on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent

stuck under the car seat

I have a thought that is stuck between the cushion and the center console of my mind. I have tried to get it out of there several times. This is the routine: I shove your hand down there as far as it will go only to feel nothing. Get out of the car, knees on the ground, head under the steering wheel. Don't even see it. Where is that flashlight? Go around back, get the flashlight. Back to the knees and head. Ok, now I see the damn idea, but this isn't the right angle. Take a mental snapshot and go back to the hand contortion. This time I have my hand all the way down again and am referring to the snapshot. I am looking up with my eyes closed and following the virtual map. Ok, I know I am close this time but if going to cause damage if I shove my hand in any further. I quickly think about using a tool but dismiss it for now. I am willing to accept a bit of damage. After all this is an important idea for me and need to get it out from there. Here we go. I feel the first knuckle split on an edge of plastic from the console. No turning back now. I am all in. (At least that is what I am telling myself). I still don't feel the idea anywhere, just some dull burning. This is as far as I can get downward and must have miscalculated the location I pinpointed on my map. Lateral movements in this situation are where the real damage come. Needs to be done. There is no careful way to do this so I just go about it. I queeze a bit more depth while moving slightly backward. I feel two things. One is almost certainly the jagged edge of a seat spring lodging itself under the cuticle of my ring finger. I barely feel it; I know I am close. The other is the idea. I am finally touching the idea that has been lodged so deep and unattainable. I make my move. Breath in, eyes closed, lips pursed, and go.
I flail and shove it deeper into the crevasse.
This has been going on since December first. I could tell you the time and the place too, but that is just not important. I have tried more than just the knuckle breaker. I have tried the coat hanger, the seat back and forth, the hill, the shaker, the push and pull. You get the idea. There have been times I believed that the idea should just stay where it is. There have been times I wanted it to just go away. It's just not going to happen.
I had just been sitting silently frightened to even write what I think might be necessary. I think I may need some help.
If you are reading this and saying to yourself "I wanna help, but how?" Forget it. Unfortunately for us, that eliminates you. Unfortunately for me, I can say no more.
This idea has it's enemies and detractors as all ideas worth their salt do. Most of the time, these can be disregarded and will be as long as possible. If you are reading this and know what I am talking about, please throw me a bone, drop me a line, other cliche here. Please use your more dexterous hands, reach into my brain and help me get that idea unstuck. I really need it to be.

Thanks Alice and Steve for hosting a wonderful NYE party. See you guys soon.

Irrigators regulate the rivers;
fletchers straighten the arrow shaft;
carpenters shape the wood;
the wise control themselves.