2009

There is something magical about sunflowers. They just make you smile. So I say, put down your homework, get up off the couch, stop working, stop stressing, stop everything you are doing and take that extra look at the sunflower you didn’t notice today. Bend down and put your eye level to the flower and notice all you would never have originally. This is what you are missing every day of your life while you slave away on menial tasks that will probably never better you as a person. This one moment. This one flower can do what none of the other things could. ...

Every chair occupied Tables covered Newspapers open Showing crime Pain Misfortune All born by man Incessant clicking Of fingers Swiftly moving On keyboards Coffee beans ground Thick heavy scent Of coffee Mixed, tainted By the ugly scent Of humans So many blank Open faces Trying unsuccessfully To communicate With one another But the space Between them Is just too far The gap of worlds To large to cross Open mouths Lacking any sound Hand gestures To a blind man A woman sits In the far corner Laughs Big teeth Open abyss Consuming all Putting nothing out People talk But nothing Ever comes out Maybe They just have Nothing to say Wishing out of habit Not necessity Here in a coffee shop So close Yet so far from the world Coffee and people So very different Forced to live In silent harmony

On our kayaking trip in Morro Bay we went out to a small oyster farming spot covered in pelicans. It seemed to be the go spot for pelicans looking for a rest. It was really beautiful, pelicans are really interesting birds.

I love playing Frisbee with my poodle in our backyard. She just gets so excited and hops all over the place giving great opportunities for amazing jump photos. Love you wonder dog.

There is a blue buddha in our garden… and I don’t know how it got there.

Little Alice Sitting in a tea cup Swimming in a sea Of tea leaf prophecy Sinking into a Deceiving warmth Of false security A spider’s lullaby So sweet and comforting You could die And never know it Little Alice Takes a big breath And goes under She opens her eyes Peering through a Refracted world Where lines are blurred And everything shines Where you are Simply floating No heaviness here No weight Holding you down She blinks In slow motion As her hair floats A halo framing her face Little Alice Is weightless As her lungs Begin to ache But she still Stays under As her eyes Start to tear And her mind Begins to fog Here the world Is so beautiful Your souls only mirror She opens her mouth The last bubble escapes Floating to the surface For a moment it waits Just below the surface But then it pops A whisper escapes it But no one hears Little Alice Is sleeping In her little tea cup Peaceful and beautiful A sleeping angel As a sparrow lands Balancing on a line Between our world and the next On the tea cup’s rim Singing a tea leaf prophecy Of a water angel Not afraid to die Little Alice Was the brave one Who stood up in the end Took a look Into the abyss And jumped right in

Fall is finally here, this is my favorite season by far. I just wish that in California there were more trees that changed colors.

I love how in college, people become so dependent on bikes. If everyone in the world did what college kids do (well a majority of college kids) then the world would be a whole lot greener. People need to stop trying to just advertise everything as green and just get out and do something about it. Advertisement gets you no where, action gets you everything. So people… ride a bike, take the bus, carpool, recycle and all that good stuff.