good ideas.

Published by Aundre | Filed under Uncategorized, days of purpose

in this book i am reading, the author talks about the idea of having memorable scenes in your life.
remember seeing simba being hoisted up by that baboon in the lion king, or how about han solo saying i know when leia said i love you?
think about it any movie you’ve ever seen. every memory that sticks out of the binding is not only out of the ordinary, but it is beautiful and thus our minds hold fast to it.
this book, a million miles in a thousand years, teaches that our lives, the entire entity of our human story, can be that continously beautiful .
now i sit here before you with paint on my forearms from splattering on plywood, my back hurts a little from laying out on the roof under shooting stars, and my arms are sore from installing a shelf.
but this is my story, and i will not forget today.
all thats left is say is i have the greatest friends, and i thank them for all the beautiful memories.

ps, i love my little schnitzel and the big man.

sleep through the static

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this morning, i opened my eyes  to what i imagine thunder mixed with a whale moaning would sound like.

we got new shutters on our house, and i have a headache because of it.

the guys from family shutters came, power drilled and hammered away my peace of mind.

all that noise ended up serving a good purpose though. my house wont get destroyed next time a hurricane comes, well depending on how powerful it is.

at the very least,it will protect us from grapefuit-sized rocks crushing our windows.

the thing about hurricane shutters, and all those other precautionary measures we take ,like flood insurance, is that they point a the truth about humanity:

We are far from being in control. Read the rest of this entry »

dream cruise

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I started to think differently about my life after a dream cruise to the beach.
A few months ago, I was talking to Caroline on the phone. We argued about LOST. She thought Jack was too predictable. I loved him because he endured the highs and lows of the story.
Ten minutes in, I started to explain how I wished I had the constitution to be like Matthew Fox’s ficticious role.
At one point during my tirade she stopped me and said, “You’re always so concerned about how you can better yourself, about what you need to change, what you need to improve.” Read the rest of this entry »