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|Friday, April 12th, 2013|
|Because noone uses Livejournal anymore anyway
I'm just going to bullet point a snapshot of my life currently:
Japan was amazing, the food was great, the people are interesting. Not being able to communicate with people properly is a fun challenge. I wish I lived much closer to Japan so I could learn the language. I'm glad I decided to go there, it was expensive but some of the best experiences in life require a little sacrifice. I'm so glad I have the opportunity to chase whatever dreams I have. Not having kids was a good choice for me.
Buying a house has been difficult. I've made 7 offers on houses all over Seattle, many were rejected and the ones that weren't I found problems with the house pre-inspection. I like having a real estate agent, I can't imagine doing this without one. It's saved my ass several times already now. What's annoying is I've never once bid under the asking price. I'm sure I'll eventually find the right place for me if it's meant to be.
Work has been good. I like what I do now, and I don't feel too stressed. I hope that this product continues to be successful and I'm able to move up through MS.
Music hasn't been happening lately, though I did get a couple tracks done with the typical lack of fanfare.
Dating Audrey has been good lately. Surprisingly everything really has been much better then when we started seeing each other. Hopefully the new job lets her really fly on her own a bit. She's been real receptive to letting me do whatever I want to, which is rad.
Burningman is coming together nicely. Registered a theme camp this year and I'm excited to be doing a little more then usual.
My dad was in town for 48 hours and managed to get into a big fight with my brother. They fought because my brother was being too controlling. lol. Man how the times have changed.
|Sunday, October 9th, 2011|
|It's just processed meat product.
I don't even use LJ to really post things about my life anymore, or any online medium. I feel like all my posts are spam. On a related topic, I've discovered the joys of Spam and quinoa. A little truffle oil and salt/pepper brings it to life. Who knew processed meat could taste so good? Other life adventures include playing out for the first time in years last night.
It did not go as planned, there were a few technical issues and I magicly forgot the words to half of one of my own songs. None the less noone blatently complained about me to my face. That's good enough for today. Now that I have a set I can work on and play out though I'll start looking for bookings so hopefully I can get a second chance and do it right next time. So if you missed it, or would like to see it again please harass your local promoter to book me.
On a personal note I have been doing some MMA classes lately. FIghting is fun. Work has been stressfull but hopefully it will lead to greener pastures soon. Burningman was a fun mess, the temple was jarring this year. I need to grab a seacompression ticket pronto. Living in kirkland isn't too bad. Sometimes I really don't mind the isolation, sometimes it annoys the hell out of me. I miss my friends (that means you people who read this) and Family somedays. Well it's 11:41 AM. I guess I should go to sleep now.
|Sunday, October 2nd, 2011|
|Saturday, August 27th, 2011|
|Tuesday, August 9th, 2011|
|Friday, July 29th, 2011|
|Gonna try something here,,,
I have been making alot of music and posting none of it online. Not sure why really, I just havn't been making it for other people to hear really. Now that it's made though I might as well share some of it. I'll try to post a new song every week to get some of this shit out there. If you like any of it please encourage me to continue posting them otherwise I'll prolly just start keeping them to myself again.
Here's two to start you all off:http://soundcloud.com/cowpunch/cheezypickuplinehttp://soundcloud.com/cowpunch/this-time
I'm also going to start doing a pic of the week, but I'll wait till after tommorrow for that.
|Friday, May 6th, 2011|
|It was a combat knife
But I thought it was a steak knife from the kitchen. He had plunged it into his chest and dragged across in a line that resembld a shirt collar. The blood was so dark there it didn’t even look like a wound at first. He stared up at me with an intensity that was unnerving, the knife steady in his right hand in spite of what could only be descibed as massive blood loss. I spoke first “drop the knife.” I was calm, collected and firm. Inside I was playing out the scenario of him attacking me. I couldn’t tell what his aim was yet. Had he snapped? Was he depressed? “Hey, could you give me some pills?” he replied. My heart raced as a familiar sound came from within him. a low Gurgling rumble. Inhuman in quality, and bizzare in every way. I’d heard it earlier, when I had arrived.
Seeing the blood soaked footprints was my first indication, yet I didn’t even believe they were real. I called out “Hey are you ok?” and that was were it first greated me. That low gurgling noise. Later someome would tell me that it was likely his lungs filled with blood. In the moment though it was a total mystery, sounding so internal that I thought it may be a bowel movement but much louder and more consistant.
“Drop the knife man.” I repeated. “Somethings wrong with me… I just need to end it.” he replied. I buckled back toward my room shouting “yeah, I’ll help you out.” I peaked in the garage to see what the footprints led too. A pool of blood and a crusifix. I hurdled upstairs and called my housemate. “Call the cops!” was the obvious advice, but I was hoping for something better, some way to save him, some way to undo what I had seen and make everything better. I ran back downstairs through my room shouting “I’ll get you some help man” as I furiously threw boxes out of the way of my door. I grabbed some valuables, made my way to my car, and called 911.
The phone locked into emergancy mode, which seamed reflective of my internal state at the time, and I thought briefly about how appropriate it was. A voice came up and I rattled off a string of things that seamed important. Address, something about a knife. Everything sounded low. The world was drowned out by the thought of what I’d just seen and done.
“Police or ambulance?” she said. “Huh? Umm, both?” the questions continued and I struggled to find answers to simple things. “What are you wearing?” “a suit.”, “What is He wearing?” “blood.”. I unlocked my phone.
A single officer arrived, gun drawn. I gave him information as backup made it’s way up the driveway. Soon there would be over 10 officers and a pile of medical units. They asked me to drawn a map. I did, somewhat inaccurate, but I beamed with pride as I got to show off my long lost CAD skills. Doors are little wedges. don’t forget the stairs. It didn’t stop them from breaking 2 doors and a window to shoot him with a taser. Questions and answers continued till my body could take no more. I collapsed on a bed upstairs. The work day ran long and next I knew I was home again to an empty house. The water gurgled as I washed my hands. The floors creaked. I walked past his room expecting to see his face. Shadows were alive, and my skin crawled.
It took 2 more nights before I could sleep there again. I still havn’t spent the night in my room and it’s been 4 days. I don’t know that I ever will. A detective came over yesterday, as well as the landlord. I’ll be moving out on the first. Lots of change for such a small period of time, I’ve managed to stay mostly drug and alchohol free though so far. I have had some caffiene and nicotine, but no booze or recreationals. I need to use this as inspiration. If life is so precious to me, if the loss of a 21 year old is so horrific to me, then I need to start acting like it. I need to start respecting myself, and treating the people around me like they are precious.
The morning before this I started a 90 day self help program on releasing, I intend to resume it though I’ve taken a short break from it for the past few days. I’ll be posting updates on this and on therapy (which may be from a criss counsler for now) in seperate subcatagories here on this site.
RIP Nick. I’ll miss playing monopoly with you, and awkwardly talking about sex.
|Sunday, April 17th, 2011|
I need to find a roomate to live in a place on the eastside or at least north seattle by the bridge. If anyone knows anyone with a room, or who wants to move let me know please asap.
|Sunday, March 6th, 2011|
Decided that I wanted to make a pinata and fill it with booze. Only a few of the pictures came out but here they are. If you were there and want a pic you recall me taking msg me ill see if I can recover it.
In other news, start the new job wednesday had a fun weekend but em got sick so drover her home a little early. Looks like I'll be moving on the 15th to redmond. wooo!
|Tuesday, February 15th, 2011|
Brian: I AM A PIZZA
me: I am
me: not sure if you just tried to solicite me for sex. I feel uncomfortable.
Brian: so it's agree, Lady Gaga IS the pope.
I think I should go to bed
me: Stop eating ambein and staying awake.
|Monday, January 31st, 2011|
|I got fired!
I don't think I've ever been fired from a job I was actually trying to keep before. :P
Worst yet I got fired for doing what I was told to do by an employee I was shadowing. Even worse than that I got fired mostly because I asked for the tools required to do the things that I was apparently not allowed to do that I hadn't been doing because I didn't have the things needed to do them. Worse then that I got fired over the phone without even so much as the ability to discuss the situation.
What I've learned. Don't ever give a shit enough about the work your doing to ask for anything you need to do your job better. If it's important to your managment they'll provide it. Also, don't ever give a shit about an office job.
It was prolly good of them to fire me though because I developed pink eye over the weekend and that sure as hell wasn't going to stop me from coming in. XD
|Wednesday, January 19th, 2011|
|Tuesday, October 19th, 2010|
|Saturday, October 9th, 2010|
|Some new pictures
Just some friends hanging out. Getting re adjusted to society. :)
(for when facebook eats that HTML just go to www.flickr.com/photos/cowpunch)
|Saturday, September 25th, 2010|
|I'm fairly sure
That the worst things ever to be done unto us, we do to ourselves. This world is not the victimizer we've made it out to be. All the peace in our worlds rests firmly in the palms of our hands.
|Monday, September 6th, 2010|
|"This is the most beautifull human spectacle I've ever seen but...
... what's really freaking me out is the lace on this dress." -em
This is my obligatory Burningman post. This year was, as always, different from every other year in a myraid of ways while somehow retaining it's true to form burningman feel. I was gifted a ticket from Amber dragon which was absolutely incredible. Additionally she took care of every aspect of the planning and arranging of events. Which without I would not have been able to attend this years burn. I feel I've been gifted with the most incredible friends a person could ever have, and this just help to reinforce all of that. So for that thank you all, especially that lil' dragon who made the last week of my life an incredible start to my return to the west coast.
On that note, my burningman drive started in reading PA. 4 days of driving later I packed my stuff and made my way into the awesome van dela dragon. We set out driving streight through the night to set up on sunday with our early arrival passes that Amber procured. This put us in prime posistion for a monday of complete absurdity. We started the morning off with Jacks lesser known cousin Evan. The partying continued late into the night we (Emily, Amber, John, lisa, and I) explored the city.
Monday gave way to an equally strong tuesday where I fought several times for food. Once wrestling bekah to the ground for bacon and eggs, then Fighting random strangers with nunchucks and kendo Swords for veggie burgers. I also fought people in a giant pillow fighting ring just for the fun of it. After flexing my strengths emily decided to show me up by proving she was the Kegal queen and scoring the highest rating on the kegal strength test. Sadly they wouldn't let boys compete, though I'm fairly certain she'd have won anyway. John proved his strength in the ninja burger stand and also by randomly stealing someone's bagpipes and bagpiping.
Wednesday was a day of much needed rest. I bummed around the city eating snowcones and briefly touring the slums of 4:00. Also Em and I stalked some girl who had registered with the stalker camp. We creepily took her pictures and squinted at her from afar till she gave us beer and cheezeits. Thursday was more celibrating when we finally formed a large group of friends and made our way around the playa. We visted the man and the temple, saw the mant farm, and stumbed around aimlessly through the desert.
Friday was more relaxing at camp, followed by dancing and shenanegans. Nexus's Jungle gym was pretty darn cool. Sat the man burned and we celebrated by heckling strangers who past by our camp. it was fun and everyone seamed pleased if not a litle exhausted. Sunday was the pinnacle of this exhaustion as we tore down our camp and paid for those early arrival passes by tearing down a theme camp as well. It was backbreaking work but worth it for the EA passes. After an amazing temple burn we settled off to a long drive home and showered in love. Love and water. Mostly water really, but it felt like love.
|Tuesday, August 10th, 2010|
|Tuesday, July 27th, 2010|
|Thursday, July 8th, 2010|
|No photos for you!
Says the "friendliest library on the trail". So I am in Damascus Virginia, and therefore 1 state away from Pennsylvania. Life is grand. I'd show you cool pictures and videos of my trip but alas you get nothing because the library has locked that ability out. Instead you get to hear about how the mountains were big, and I found a big metal box with pills in it. Imagine it now, see the box in your mind, think of big mountains, now imagine a lot of bugs, now imagine me singing a song to you while strumming on a ukulele. There ya go.
I'll post more when I can, till then just keep thinking "damn Keith is like almost done" and I'll keep thinking "When are these damn mountains gonna get easier to climb".
|Thursday, June 3rd, 2010|