You should do PR

You should do PR.
One of the most interesting things i have heard.
Oh, there are myriad 'everyday' thoughts as to what one in my field 'should' do, each a caricature of the others, all sales driven, be it direct or otherwise. You should Sell Cars. You should get into Real Estate. Have you ever worked in sales?
Well yes, clearly, but i do what i do out of enjoyment and passion, not because i didn't go to college.
i got stellar grades.
when i actually showed up to class, i would estimate, conservatively i believe, that i with ease and nonchalance maintained a 3.7+ GPA. Nope that isn't a typo. i'm indeed quite smart. The thing is, i really love what i do. i can move around, travel, follow the seasons and go anywhere in the world and i will have a job. There is hospitality virtually everywhere.
But here, it is different. Servers are seldom revered and often they are dismissed, and even looked down on - though that is not often the case. Here, we are driven by sales. Because the Industry is dependent on Tips, the Industry is driven by sales. Simple math tells you that more sales = more tips.

But what if it is more than that. What if, as a chef can adore and lavish his being into the quality of his craft, i imbue my service, YOUR experience, with a desire for artistic quality and style?!?

forget the sales.
forget for a minute the tips.
there are more than a few of us who take this seriously.
remember that. we aren't all community college students and MFA's.
some of us are NOT out-of-work-actors-and-actresses.
ha.
some of us just like to be around a dynamic environment and we love food/wine/booze/people.

Oh My Good Life

Oh My Good Life

thank you alison and rob - dj trip doc trip hop
and cierra and neal
and nico and jennifer of xocolatl
and rich - not chris but the same letters, just rearranged
oh and glenn and patricia
the Other chiro i met tnite
damn sonssss
let murphy have his playful lil interceding bout with fate
i
am
ME
I
CHOOSE
MY
PATH
nothing stands in my way
not 40 min trains
or subway madness
earlier incidents be damned

cabs on the street
going beep beep beep
and all the while lil bo peep stands idly by

i sprint to the light and breeeaaaatttthhhhheeeeeeeeeee
OMGL
this is THAT kinda day
its going to be
me and
we are
so
just damnededededededed

wow
and back to reality
oh, there goes rabbit
he
went down the hole
and here we are
again at the point
where
resolution is the tempest
that temps
 the
   fate
      of
            the
                              world on your shoulders

can                     carry it alone??????????????????                                   ????????????????????????????
        you                                                               -----------------------



we arrive at the minute
 p
   o
       i
             n
                            t
juxta - suppose we
were to look
at
things slightl
             ew        y
         sk     ed

how would we feel about the
change in
p
e
r
s
p
e
c
t
i
v
e
?
h
m
m
m
?

slant your
e
y
e
s
for a moment
maintain
your
composu r e . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Along the Way

3/22-3/29

All we found were the hardships of life
Childhood passed us by before we even realized we were supposed to be paying attention

But isn't that what childhood is
Its the lack of needing to pay attention
Its just being there
Living
Experiencing the world
The universe reminding you that you do matter
But you are VERY small
Lol
We are watching the flares of light emitted by the incandescent souls we meet
Those like nico
He wanders in and out of the peripheral of anyone who will entertain his joy and affection
He is an enigma a gypsy trekking the sky and leaving only the sun in his wake
And oh how it pales to his burn
He blazes with passion to see a bird fly or watch a child watch the world
His is the lust and yearning of life
To embrace and own the experience of experience.....that which is watching the sun rise while knowing it will rise again and be at once equivalent and at the same time superior because each instance is a new experience with the ephemeral
Each breath is a new dance with gaia and every new sound is the whisper of whatever goddess you choose to worship
She muses about the love and warns as a siren song against the worry of anything less than everything you have

a call to action

last i checked

of - 

     for - 

             by - ... hhhmmmmmm i wonder

yeah, that WAS the case

or

so i thought

we fought

we watched

but did nothing

amidst our disgust

or 

discussion

the weight

of your balls.....

motion in poetry and 

in action

in uncertainty

poetry in

motion

in context

in purpose

in passion

is a wake up 

cry

for the help

with the 

certainty certain 

to show us our purpose

1/20/12

a Mirror Effect

Why are you so happy?
---because I got out of bed this morning

Silence is a virtue

Smile

Where is your focus?
      -------inward
    ----outward
              -------forward
--behind
You?


EXCEL AT EVERYTHING YOU DO

"Do the damn thing"
Get back on the fucking horse

Stop Narrating

Be her vision of you
     Butterflyandunicorn

real i dea

who
has any real
idea?!?
lost as we are
far from the truth that emits
as we speak of
now and
loss
and then they
played
as though there were
no,
i wont walk away from the
truth
as it were
or will be
can YOU see
where this path
leads
you
me - we - i - you - he
and she
said to herself,
"im here and
now i know who i
am"
idea, reality with
in - the outside
of
the delusion
and eluded
to
an illusion of self-
respect
your elders
and remember to always
brush your
teeth before
bed

In the Blink of an Eye - Or Less if You are Lucky

you never know what you have until its gone.
this is a popular cliche. and one that is more apt to everyday social context than most realize.
you can wake up one morning, bowl in hand, 30hrs of sleep under your belt, and some meth ready to blaze, all the while thinking that you are headed to the beach to hang out, because in the normal world, well, shit is normal.
oops, your bad.
then you randomly happen to call home. not out of any great concern for it, or anyone, but because you havent called home in, fuck, well it must be days now, but surely not weeks. not weeks. could it be? fuck.
of course it could.
and then you find out the truth.
he's gone...............


awake, but not present. alive, but not aware. here sitting amongst the memories. lost in the haze of my translation, i am giving it poorly. but what would you know of me if you didnt understand my translations. isnt that the primary context by which you gauge who i am. by your own relation to my personal rendition of things.


so back to here and now.
she is 33 years old, for gods sake.
5 kids, dammit, five of them.
and at this moment she is gone. a shell, a slack caricature of herself.
the essence remains.