From under the pier.

From under the pier.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Never yield

Through wind through rain
Through howling gail and pain
From sky to the deep
Under mighty sqalls that weep
Under thunderous skies
Listen for the bosun pipe cries.
From rigging to decks
In raging seas and wrecks
To the future from the past
All hands hold fast.

Sail on

In the emptiness where sky meets sea
Sailing to the edges of the earth we be
The horizon beckons with its mournful plea
Ever waiting, ever lonely, ever alluring is she
Press on lonely sailor into eternity
Sail for that meeting you may never see
As the sun ducks below your goal
Sail on lonely seamen with all heart and soul.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

I get it

There is multiple car accidents in the bay area every day. Today I truly understand why. I was going about thirty mph faster than the cars on my right when a moron in an acura changes lanes right in front of me with about 20 yards to spare. No signal just does it. I don't know if you have ever slammed on the brakes at 70 mph, but at that point the car kinda does what it wants. The sad thing is that a horn just doesn't say it plainly enough. Look before you pull out you suicidal maniac. I don't care if you want to kill yourself in a car. Don't drag me to the grave with you.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

I've missed thunderstorms.

You never realize how much you miss something until you don't get them anymore. The west coast is not exactly known for their storms. There is a poetry to be found in the rumblings of the sky and the tears that pour from the sky.
"I used to be scared of these storms, terrified even. So, I studied them, I learned everything I could about them. And, they still happened."
- Leaves of Grass
The cleansing power of the rain and wind prvides a clean start in all things. The dust of past fury is washed clean. The dedication of our society is carried away on tiny rivulets that carve a temporary history of rage into the very earth.
My god how I've missed thunderstorms.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

New mexico

I am completely amused that on I 40 one of the most boring states has the biggest advertisements. I understand that New Mexico is a great place for all kinds of stuff: fly fishing, off roading, ect. However, when passing through on I 40 its a grand announcement that you are now plunging into depths of boredom that many will never know.