Honeymoon Thoughts: Part 1

It may seem crazy to be blogging from Belize, but there are a couple hours to kill before dinner...

and more importantly we are scheduled to visit Mayan ruins tomorrow, which we expect to be a colonoscopy for the Soul,

we wanted to get these initial thoughts out before they evaporate into Spirituality...

THE BRIDE:

- Rina was confused and debating whether or not she should visit La Isla Bonita. As a precaution the staff advised against kayaking out to the reef. Instead we took "Coastal Express" into San Pedro to eat some local food, bought a very reasonably priced bottle of Caribbean Rum, and met up with some local Rastas who hooked us up with some good music.

- We drank that rum like champions and saved a lot of money sitting on the front porch of our bungalow and naming each creature we saw after a deceased Family member. Uncle Leo the lizard and Memere the land crab to name a few. They must be here with us - it is way too nice.

- Still roaming around like the indecisive queen she is, Rina continued to frighten the staff and they began the mass exodus to the Banana Beach Hotel on the southern side of Ambergis Caye.

- Rina never came. Instead she left us with sunny skies and more time to enjoy the nice weather.

- We met some good friends.

- And were able to find a local market to purchase more rum.

- Upon returning to the island we kayaked 1/2 mile from our Bungalow to the reef and swam with the fishes. It's a bummer they don't let you swim in the Aquarium - there were too many fishes and not enough names for them. We thank God for that.

THE GROOM

-My father drove us to the airport at 4a without so much as a grumble or whine. I hope to capture and maintain his generous spirit throughout my days...

-We took a little plane from Belize City to San Pedro. It was beautiful, and I reckon, as smooth a ride as little planes can ride, but I had an overwhelming feeling that if we crashed and died on our honeymoon, then our "Wedding Mixtape" party favor would go triple platinum, which was a little frustrating...

-While drinking heavily and conversing more heavily, I came to the conclusion that reincarnation makes more sense to me than Heaven, because I imagine God to be rather efficient...

-We wanted to taste local vices. We started with a pack of "Colonial" cigarettes and the next pack we purchased was called "Independence" which felt like tangible Progress...

100th Post

Why?

One initial reason for this blog was that I was leaving the 9-5 life sentence, Fully Embracing the life of an Artist, and wanted to document & celebrate that with something tangible.

Another reason was that it would be a record. Years from now I won't have to wonder what I was thinking as a pesky 25 year old, I'll know...

Creating a forum to leave my thoughts, allowing The World to ingest my bullshit at it's leisure...

Experimenting with the idea that free flowing jive can spark other art, hopefully Music...

What?

I had no Plan for this blog. No expectations. Some of the topics covered over the first hundred posts, in no particular order:

Acquaintances
Animals
Artificial Intelligence
Assassination
Basketball
Blogging
Books
Calendars
Campaigning
Cars
Cats
Cinema
Collecting
Composing
Concerts
Costumes
Criticism
Domestic Politics
Dreams
DUI
Email
Euthanasia
Fiction
Friends
Ghost Stories
Healthcare
Hippies
Humanity
Imbibing
Innovation
Interactions
International Politics
Jobs
Love
Marriage
Moon
Music
Names
Neighbors
Nonfiction
Opinions
Perception
Philosophy
Physics
Poems
Positivity
Profanity
Professors
Proposal
Recipes
Recording
Reflections
Regionalism
Religion
Snow Removal
Social Media
Songs
Statistics
Storage
Strangers
Technology
Television
Time
Weddings

What Now?

The story continues. Horrible ideas run through my head and end up here, hopefully first passing through filters of decency. Nothing is truly honest, but I'm trying to be. That was a lie.

The Multiple Worlds of Life via Halloween

I found an old Halloween picture, my brother & I are dressed as Sheikhs for Halloween.

It was an interesting reminder of how different the world we are born into is from the world we live in.

If I was a passerby, on Halloween 2011, of a young child in a Sheikh costume, I would likely assume his parents were Racist. My gut is telling me this is NOT an acceptable costume in post-911 America.

That said, my parents are very much NOT racist. In Mom's words:

I am not really sure why you wanted to be a sheik. Perhaps we just saw a disney movie that represented them? I do know that you liked to wear daddy's raybans and that might have had more to do with the costume than anything else. Not to mention we were poor and had to utilize what we had on hand, sunglasses and old curtains... The best part was the way you described yourself. "i'm the sheik of bellaweek" instead of the Sheik of Arabic...so cute.

Time: On Your Side?

Protesters upset me.

Standing around with their cheeky signs. Where do they get off having so much free time?

If I had two hours to kill, I wouldn't stand around. Holding a sign.

I've read lots of signs, held by lots of Losers, throughout my life. None of them ever altered my position, outlook, or philosophy.

Books do that. Conversations do that.

I hereby openly mock anyone who has wasted their time protesting anything. By standing around and holding a sign.

If you really feel strongly about a cause, any cause whatsoever, and you have concluded that standing around holding a sign is the best way to help that cause, I would argue that you need to do more research.

Make good use of your Time. It's fleeting, and finite.

And if you don't, I will steal it from you, and use it to make music, to sleep, or to have a quiet dinner date with my soulmate. I wish I had time for these things.