New Years Resolutions

1.
One of the main things I want to do this year is get back down to my fighting weight of 140 pounds. I'm currently standing at my all time heaviest, 162.5 pounds. I gained a lot of weight while Jamie was pregnant because we were both eating more and not as healthy. So my goal in the new year is to hit the gym at least 3 days a week and just get back into shape.

2.
I'm not going to include things such as being a good father or husband because I'm always going to be striving for that...they are not goals...they just are. So I want to finish completely 3 of my own songs before the year is up. Seems achievable.

3.
I want to get my right arm tattooed from my shoulder down to my elbow. I have the amazing artist Tom burns working on some sketches for me now.

4.
I want to build a halfpipe. I've got permission to build it at Jamie's dads so this spring and summer I may be there quite a bit. I just want to increase my skating ability before I'm 30 and so I don't make a fool of myself at the skate park.

5.
Brush my teeth twice a day. I have never had a cavity or braces but I rarely brush my teeth twice a day...usually just once in the morning. So to be a good example for my son I'm going to start brushing twice a day.


I will probably think of a few more but this is my list so far. I may post some pics of my gut and I may not but I will be posting my weight to see how close I'm getting to my goal and I'll give updates on the other goals.

This will be the greatest year of my life no matter what because of my wife and son...I can't wait to see what adventures we will have.

Let Bygones Bury The Hatchet

I speak and toss quarters
At God on the Eighth Day of Rest
Crumble
I begin again
To try and peal off
The loose bits
Mouth full of skin
Like the insides of a pumpkin

It slides in and the voice
Muffled
Continues to remind me
Why I like to stay away
It will pass
As all things
Unless
Lodged
In
Permanent residence

Here is shade to rest
A place to hide
Snap clap snap snap
I once danced like formative years
Naked and lonely
My eyes are hard to open
Voice pushed deep
Mumbling emotion

It was a thin piece of glass
Cracked
Like ice
When Breath hits
Shoulder length hair
Shards
of
Forgetfulness




You keep a sordid slippery noose in your pocket
Sometimes intensity is just overacting

"wiseman riff"

I know I haven't posted in quite sometime, but I've been living and sometimes that takes up a lot of time.

Fri. Dec. 8th was the 26th anniversary of John Lennon’s death and I thought it was only fitting to post an excerpt from the book, Demon Box by Ken Kesey. It involves a conversation with Hunter S. Thompson and Ken Kesey. Anyway it’s the only tribute I could think of…


Dobbs and I went carousing this afternoon with ol’ Hunter S. Thompson, who’s up to do one of his Gonzo gigs at the behest of the U of O School of Journalism. We stopped at the Vet’s Club to help him get his wheels turning in preparation for his upcoming lecture-his “wiseman riff” he called it-and we talked of John Lennon, and Patrick the Punk, and his new legion of dangerous disappointeds. Thompson mused that he didn’t understand why it was people like Lennon they seemed to set their sights for, instead of people like him.
“I mean, I’ve pissed off quite a few citizens in my time,” the good doctor let us know.
“But you’ve never disappointed them,” I told him. “You never promised World Peace or Universal Love, did you?”
He admitted he had not. We all admitted it had been quite a while since any of us had heard anybody talk such Pollyanna pie-in-the-sky promises.
“Today’s wiseman,” Hunter claimed, “has too much brains to talk himself out on that kind of dead-end limb.”
“Or not enough balls,” Dobbs allowed.
We ordered another round and mulled awhile on such things, not talking, but I suspected we were all thinking-privately, as we sipped our drinks-that maybe it was time to talk a little of that old sky pie once more, for all the danger of dead ends or cross hairs.