Baseball days

Baseball days in Chicago with my dad and brother. White Sox versus Detroit Tigers. Sox win, 4-3 on a play at the plate in the bottom of the 9th.

Destination

Circles and patterns bleed into blurriness
while journeys finish and sky meets horizon.
Time winds down as life winds up,
and every body meets its end,
and then the maker.

Set Fire to the 3rd Bar

I find a map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from A to where you B
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place
Where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

-Snow Patrol

fire

fire in the backyard.

an update of the briefest proportions

i think whenever its been a while and i haven't written, i just fall back on the update title and then i can just write whatever comes to mind in the space below. it easy to fall into and hard to avoid. so i let myself go once again...

the coffee in Indiana is nothing compared to what we drink in Spain. there just ain't two ways of saying it. however at 4:50am i don't really care what is sliding down my throat, it just better help my eyes stay open. thats cause i am pouring concrete where i always pour it. the first few days back they were a bit slow and i didn't get to work. suddenly i realized how much it really is a blessing to have work and a way to earn money. and i feel blessed.

i have noticed that my language has deteriorated being back on the old mud laying crew. not foul or anything, i just twang my words and talk hick. its cause we do it on purpose to pass the time. just that after a while, its hard to stop... worrying. i could get fired from my English teaching position.

one thing thats been cool about being home is that i can drive! its one of the things i really miss being in Spain. That and my brother has got a manual 5 speed civic. good times.

there was a thing on victoria beckham on tv last night. i can't believe victoria beckham has made it onto my blog... but stay with me, im going somewhere with this. it was called 'victoria beckham: coming to america' or something along those lines. basically a non-education documentary. well it was educational, just not in an academic sense, more of a wow... so that is how people with that much money live. so i was watching it (after a fav show of mine, so it wasn't like i went looking for it) and i started liking her. no, i don't have a crush on victoria. i just mean in the sense that she is a somewhat likable person. and has a pretty good sense of humor. and she said the "major" about 60 times. cept she is English and so she says "maja". it was quite funny, everything was majaaa. you have to think in a posh English accent though. or it doesn't work. or maybe you just had to be there...

got a bit sunburnt the last couple days. not much more to say about that.

im gonna stop here otherwise this post won't be of the briefest proportions... and 'round here we like to stick by our word...

my theory.

what I don't think people are aware of is that humpty-dumpty was pushed.

umm, title notes

so as not to be confused, you should know that for the next month and a half the coffee will not be in España but rather Indiana.

but that's okay because while i may be addicted, we've got this sweet coffee maker that grinds the coffee and drips it out at whatever time you set it to. and what is more, i smuggled some coffee into the country with me. so that dripping in the background would be hot, black, spanish-speaking cafè baby. drink up!

back to the... homeland

here i am, arrived and kicking in the homeland. well kicking only after a big caffeine buzz. then i crash. on the floor. and to have my dad toeing me in the side, telling me i should go to bed. that's a lot of unwanted work, so i grunt, roll over and go back to sleep.

and wake up at 4:30 am. but that's life in a time zone 6 hours different to what my body is demanding. whew. good thing tomorrow is saturday. not that it makes any difference.

i think if i continue down this road it might soon be lacking coherence. so we'll wind her to a close and wait for inspiration to arrive, via video shown on the back of eyelids.

sun and clouds

i have to say, that flying above the clouds is one of the experiences i relish most. breaking through the clouds into perfect sunshine with a perfect expanse of white below is nothing short of breathtaking.

next wednesday i get to partake.

if I understand a little of what he is like...

Reading a friend's blog recently inspired me to do the same...



God is like the blue in the sky above the clouds, like water the first time drank, like the offered hand of a stranger that we feel we should know.
He gives concepts like paradoxes to put him in and aid understanding. He is always the same yet he suffers change of heart. He always was and is and will be, and was born then died.

God is like the summer's midday sun that doesn't relent.
He gives choice and then hounds into submission. He allows us fight him and sometimes we almost win. Then he shuts eyes, only to pry them back open. He demands much and is content with little. He demands all and doesn't stop until he has it. He doesn't force and holds with an open hand.

God is like a key that fits the door of a world we knew was there and kind of see but haven't yet figured out how to speak the language.
He is patient like the day is long. And sometimes in the long, dark night he is nowhere to be found. He doesn't leave nor forsake.

God is like perfection that isn't afraid to hold a child that has been playing in the dirt for a while.
He is faithful like gravity and even then he has been known to bend it. He is knows all and demands us to say it again.

He is like the eagle that gives up its wings so it can know what it is not to be able to soar.
He is a father whose children reject him.
He is a man whose wife is unfaithful.
He is open arms that never close, his voice never wavers, his heart never wanes.
He is love that cannot be summed up in all the love that was ever loved on this dirt planet. Except for the love of one who walked through life with open arms and then died with them in the same position.

God is like wind that blows. Arms can be open or they can be closed, but he will not be caught... and neither will he be outrun... in life or death.