June 27th, 2007 with .
Lately I’ve been taking afternoon walks to free my mind of creative restraint or to just breath in the fresh air. It’s a change that I’ve welcomed, even if my legs don’t always thank me for it.
Instead of just taking in the sights around me I’m also beginning to listen more, paying close attention to the sounds of nature and the partial conversations I pick up on while on my walk.
Since we live in a village (with a population of less than 5,000), small talk carries itself through the walls of homes, in meeting hot spots like the park or the local supermarket and you’re always bound to run into someone you know.
June 23rd, 2007 with .
Driving home tonight after a delicious meal, my daughter, spontaneous as ever, looks up at me and in her best pirate expression growls; “Arghh! I’m a pirate!”.
What followed was a conversation between a three-year-old pirate, her parrot Steve and me, her “Pirate Daddy”.
Zoe: Arggh! I’m a pirate. You are a pirate too.
Me: Avast, ye scurvy sea dog! Y’best walk the plank.
Zoe: Okay. Daddy, this plank is heavy. I can’t carry it.
Me: (laughing) I said walk the plank, not carry it.
Zoe: I put it down here. That was so heavy, Pirate Daddy.
June 15th, 2007 with .
There are a few things I’d like to accomplish in my life before my time comes. Many of these will probably never happen while others have a greater chance of actually being fulfilled.
It’s not matter of when but how and using what for most, but for the sake of posterity and for fun here they are:
Jamaican Bobsledding
I’m not sure who to thank, Cool Runnings or John Candy, but I’d love to represent and make Jamaica proud by sliding down an icy slope with other strangers as crazy as me.
June 11th, 2007 with .
After much deliberation and temporary insanity I’ve moved this site to its new home at MediaTemple.
The neighbors here are pretty great. No cookies yet, but lawns are mowed, my mailbox is still standing and I’ve since removed the RamboLux security system. I kept the guard dog however so intruders beware!
My mail carrier is some friendly chap named Google. He’s helpful but the guard dog keeps a watchful eye in his direction.
For the time being the grid is stable and all my stuff is in order, save for a broken Mint. That’s okay though, I’ll just fix that later because I’ve got other fish to fry.
