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My wonderful wife Shannon surprised me the other day with some delicious spicy jambalaya! Chicken, Sausage, Shrimp….so good served with a glass of bright white wine and our all-time favorite, Sriracha!
What would be worth
a taste of the moon in a honey straw
sucked between raw space
and some wired, wakeful city?
For there are street blocks stretching,
roads retiring to countryside diners
and peak hour discos
that redden some sad town.
And between, the gap-toothed chasm
that swallows it all behind.
A moon is many lives away
and so the dawn tastes charred,
too long stewed on the morning burner
with weeks of metal residue.
Melting into myths told long
and fragmented over grits and fried regret.
So exists the burnt tongue of customer cough
and weary ride to nowhere’s gate.
It is clear, we are too small
for this universe.
The unknown is greater and sweeter
than any radio can sing,
any light can torch time.
Here in planetperch
revolving in our ignorance,
time is twirled round our fingers
as if we controlled its midnight motion.
And still the space is vacant
with the breath of black holes undefined,
and somewhere burns a brother sun
or moon of myriad stars.
A brilliant quasar, some titan of light
in the perfect ebony dream.
It is clear, we are too simple
for this universe.
The darkness is greater
than any fire can feed,
any quake can claim its ruin.
But how to travel blindly
into time’s unbroken halo,
and dust the face of orbits
with the sparks of human fire,
requires only one old soul
emboldened so to question,
“Green-faced sentinel in the low sky,
What message for the fields today?”
So this has got to be one of my favorite holidays of the year. And while both Shannon and I are working most of the day, we’re really kicking off the celebration this weekend at our good friends’ Tara and Eric’s Masquerade Ball to celebrate their engagement! So, you’ll get plenty of pictures of that later, but for now…here are some of the goodies of Halloweens Past.
And while it is very very hard to find pictures of Shannon in Costume that aren’t wildly inappropriate, I have done my best.
I hope you’re prepared for this.
I’m pretty sure she is dressed as Ellen Paige? Or something? Nevertheless, rollerskates and parties are rarely a good combination…except on Halloween.
I decided to go all out for an Intramural Soccer League, and dress as one of the Maori All Blacks
…And attempt to do the Haka
Another year…another coordinated costume. Turns out Top Gun fits right in with…
And what would Halloween be without our favorite home Mascot getting into costume???
And last year, the band K!CKed it up a new level and went as a band of doctors for Halloween weekend. So many stethoscope accidents….
So what were your best Costumes ever?? Show us some pictures and we can compare!
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We say Thankya Big-Big!
I went home last weekend to Pittsburgh to celebrate my Dad’s induction to his college Hall of Fame. He was a wrestler at Washington & Jefferson in the 123 weight class, and an all around legend.
While I was home (in the 41true as I like to call it), I went snooping through my old college notebook and stumbled upon some random thoughts that were hidden between lines and lines of mix tape ideas that I had written out. In reading through all of them, I realized that my time spent in class was not taking notes, but rather writing little lines of nothings. Here are some of those ditties:
“Nights all have conclusions. If anyone’s tallying their results at home, there are far fewer that get marked as successes than those that are ultimately great failures. Everyone continues hoping for the score to even out. No one puts on their club clothes thinking that the night, and what the heart is seeking, is going to wind up as just another one of the dark statistics, but inevitably the odds are stacked like a mother fucker.”
“Someone once told me that they love me and I had never felt happier in my life. Months later, that same person told me that they missed me, and I, again, was overcome with emotions. I say emotions because what I felt was a hybrid of two conflicting but correlating feelings. Not sadness because I missed them as well, and not happiness either. It was a mixture of emotions; something only felt when your heart sinks but races at the same time. When you hit the memory button and your mind is on repeat and fast forward at the same time. I guess what I’m trying to say is; hearing that someone misses you means much more than hearing that someone loves you. It’s the fact that loving and missing are bundled together, but just loving – love stands alone.”
\m/ SBG \m/
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Last night Shannon and I got off work early and were able to head out the North Carolina State Fair with some friends of hers from work. Now, after performing at the South Carolina Fair last year for 8 days…I pretty much swore I’d never go again. I mean, really, what is there to like? You pay $9 a person so you can walk around and pay $10 for a Gator on a Stick and Deep Fried Ho-Hos. Okayyy…answered my own question there. So here I was, back again baby!