Thursday, August 27, 2009
Chapter - 8 - Skipping Through Poppy Fields of Failure
Growing up poor can be very gray. You don't really understand what rich is... you don't really understand what poor is either. You are just a kid but every once in a while something creeps in that defines your place in a classis Earth.
The chapter was written as a color illusion in 4 hues...(I wanted it to feel like the Dream Theater in Steppenwolf a little...) the green hue section talks about equality in sports but struggle with opportunity. The blue hue was about vacations and talk of the summer. The red hue were your neighbors and friends and how slowly - you realized that "things" mattered and that some other people's things were better than yours... the orange hue is music and art rolled into a poor mind. Not having money often means not having culture to appreciate things... so if you have a mind that wants to jump and breath... often times you immerse yourself into fine art or jazz or poetry just to TRY or SAY you understand it... but in reality you don't understand it. You just recognize things. Like the person that can memorize a poem but not understand it's true meaning.
How did I do the colors? Well... I incorporated food, nature, clothes, eye and hair color into the sections. It was my favorite to write thus far.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Chapter 7 - This wasn't made for you...
The more I hang out in my old early and mid-20's haunts... and the more shows I go to etc... the more I realize that certain things are BUILT for certain people... whether they are building them for a certain age and discretionary income level or for a state-of-mind... I feel as though when I look at them now... I have no attachment or love for them.
Crowded bars, clubs, concerts, small concerts (there is a difference)... I feel like these experiences all have rust on them and should be put away. They don't bring me the same kind of joy and it's not because I can't experience joy... it's the same reason that I don't look at a playground the same way I do now as I did when I was 6.
This could possibly be the last chapter... but I think I'll have on more that I can squeeze in... hell I already started writing it... the entire memoir was supposed to happen before I was 30 and I just had one of the greatest moments of my life when I proposed to my future wife and woman that I love... so.... I think I'll make that the last chapter.
Anyway - hope all is well out in the world...
B
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Engaged
ERIN AND I ARE ENGAGED - in case any of my family or friends didn't already know. Thanks to her family for helping me plan the suprise and allowing me to propose in front of everyone at their house...
Also thanks to all my friends and family who have called to wish wonderful things. It's going to be a magical wedding full of love and laughter. More details to come...
I would write something super long--- but... I don't want to spoil any suprises... feel free to feel and get the love first hand.
