Silly Playful Why?


Survivors are hairless

A jog through Hiroshima 

6 months, a year, 50%

Fear and disbelief settle 

Reality redefined with a hard smack 

Test test test uncertainty 

A lump, a bump, colon 


Lemons are kinky 

Oranges are smooth 

Watermelons are bold 

Apples are kind 

Avocados are quite 

Cucumbers are silly 

Honeydews are Not to be trusted, a few pieces in they turn into demons worse than phosphoric acid in a bull ring, stay away honeydew or I’ll send the ghostbusters on you honeydew. 

Unbecoming Student

The human experience, I’m a college student living in the craziest time in recorded history.  Input from every direction possible, my day consist of lectures, note taking, socializing, studying, and eating meals in the dinning hall.  Probably for most this will sound familiar to you.  Depending own your own opinion you may look back and think, “Those were the best times of my life.”  To be honest it has been for me too, the only problem is I’m not sure where it is taking me, I’m sure young adults around the world feel the same way.  College life is an experience we all buy into, late nights, parties, papers. Does this prepare people for the real world?  Stress I’m buried under stress of school work, everything thing I do or trip I take I know there is school work I could be doing, it is a constant uphill battle.  Even by writing this right now, I should be reading for political theory class tomorrow.  I don’t let stress kill me, because my approach to school is my own.  I’m going to go to class, take notes but in the end I’m going to get out of it what I want.  Grades are irrelevant, the meaningless facts that are on the test that ultimately make up your grade will most likely be of no help to you once that grade is given.  What I take out of the class is what interest me, what sparks my curiosity, I love being exposed to new ideas, but forcing me to be judged on whether or not I choose to retain the information, it is not entirely wrong but could be approached in a different way.  Grades should not be the be all and end all of school.  You should be given a grade on if you had a good time and do you think you grew as a person.  I’m at college to have the time of my life, to learn, to meet knew people and learn about their lives, this is what college is for me.  Don’t get me wrong I have learned quite a lot in almost 3 months, but what I’ve learned about myself has been even greater, and for those people that don’t lift their heads out of their books every once in awhile, well I hope it works out for you.  I’m going to put in the amount of effort I feel comfortable with, but most of all I’m going to have a good time with my friends.  

Where will this get me, I don’t know….in debt yes, a job, maybe, a job I like, optimistic I will stay.  

I write from my dorm room in the paradise of University of Hawaii at Hilo where it rains everyday.  I know I am not alone, every person has doubts concerning the best use of there time. There may be other things I wish I could be doing, but I’m lucky to be here, we all are lucky to be part of the human experience. Image

Nature, then Something else entirely…. Literally

Are some people content with not achieving great things?  If giving the opportunity who wouldn’t?  Many of us settle with what we can get by with.  Is that because his or her dreams seem to far away?  Is it the way a person is raised from a young age, or the environment they’re born into?  Are some people just more naturally driven towards success and power while others are happy with what life gives them.  Perspective is everything, I could wake up each morning and be happy with the food, comfort, and security that many of us desirer so badly.  But even then unless I am a monk or an removed from society, that wouldn’t satisfy me or most people as it appears.  Does this show us a glimpse of human nature?  That if a person knows what is possible economically then he or she won’t rest a day till they are satisfied.  But in early agrarian civilizations I think it is known that people didn’t behave this way.  Or perhaps whoever grew the most wheat got the most women?   Since our physical needs are accommodated so easily in modern society that it allows us to be creative and competitive.   Then why aren’t all of us driven the same way as other?   Is it television’s fault?  Maybe a person does believe he or she is doing great things and that alone is enough for that person.  In that case what is the determining factor between that person and any successful figure that has worked their way to the top.  Where I arrive at now is that people are different, interest and what makes them happy.  We are all born with different skill and ability, therefore what makes one person happy does not have to apply to the next.  Why and How?  If you believe in destiny then I know your answer.  Or is that just what makes humans so successful, interesting and beautiful creatures.  We vary more than any other known species, but we know that our genetic make up only differs by less than 1%.  So it has to be our awesome brains then.  It is true that some people are born with higher intelligence than others, but does that cross over to drive and competitiveness.   Are others just more animalistic which causes them to want to out do his or her neighbor.

If you live in America you were told that competition is good, a sort of laissez faire mentality; and in sports it is completely necessary.  But perhaps we have reached a point of interconnectedness through the internet, that if something is good people are going to find out about it.  The reason we have a hundred different brands of toilet paper is because someone thinks that it is profitable to sell it.  Lets say we got ride of every single unnecessary company and job and only kept business that sold a good product or service at a fair price, and anyone else was told to go home and do the thing they love.   Perhaps you wouldn’t need a job, perhaps for every Facebook like you got was worth a bit coin or some sort of adjusted currency that if you were to express yourself online and when people like it it would be profitable.  Maybe you had to work a real job that people in a functioning society depends on i.e. construction worker. work as that for till a certain age then if you feel ready you could stop and pick up a hobby or do what ever it is you love.  There would constantly be a new body of employees ready to put in there time.  If it turns out that working in a restaurant is what makes you happy you would be free to do it for as long as you liked, obviously earning more than you would as on the peer rewarded retirement so to speak.

I’m going to end it there, my point being is, I think there is a better way to run a society, who knows what the future will hold for us, with nano technology and such, where are we going on this crazy ride.  Bound to Earth, for now

Reason behind Me

I started a journal back in May of 2011, it was just a way to get my thoughts down and spend time reflecting.  Little did I know it would turn into one of my favorite hobbies, as well as having it’s therapeutic  attributes.  Consistent at times, along with duties of life I always came back to it; now it’s over 2 years later.  Just a word doc. simply titled My Journal (If anyone wishes to go find it) for me it’s a journey through time, taking me back to that day or period.  Rediscovering what I was into then or what I was obsessed about and how it’s mostly irrelevant now.   My favorites are the good times I wrote about, words trigger fond memories, Language, the infinite time machine.

So today for the first time I will share a journal entry, it is jumbled but it is pure.  95% Blue Meth #Breaking Bad.  (had to)  Maybe you can follow my though process.

Here it is……


Each day it rains I am thankful, for it was a good day, sick but not to bad, food is always good, Concert of decisions I made the right one, fun music, fun people, crazy to see all those people at bay front, it was the place to be.  Rainbow falls was epic, jumping and swimming made me feeling shitty.  Climbed so high in that tree, at least 40 feet up with only branches to hold on to, boy what a rush, Found 2nd bay surf spot in Puna, I like Clint he is a good man,  Picked up a hitchhiker named Cody, he was working on a farm in the Woofing program, he’s from Denver.  Had some real Hawaii surf finally, landed a clean air super stoked.  Can’t believe it’s almost October, days soar by gentle and fluid.   I was born to love you, I was born to kiss your face, I was born to rub you, but you were born to rub me first.  Chevy.   Transitional thoughts cloud my thinking, directing it towards filthy waters, cris cross, I’m all turned around, sleepless and hungry a platform emerges from which sure flow of though is achieved, Words to evoked, evoking trees to be trees and waves to crash around me as if I am the center of all that I understand.  Distractions are my enemy, today was unproductive and productive all the same, it was a day that I will never get back, it is real to think that all life is a end, No because we have multiple emotions and in the end to judge which did I have more of, the good or the bad, will you be objective.

Rainbow Falls

Mind Expression

With the search bar we need not to know anything, just it’s location and the ability to tell right from wrong.  Judgment, rationality, justice, I tend to think in this manner.  Is something fair? Is it the logical decision? Who cares what one thinks is logical, it almost certainly won’t apply to the next mind to conceive of my mind.   Expression, we all do it, intentionally or lacking intent, you show who you are, how your mind works, what words or ideas trigger others.  Conversation, painting, music, we all Express ourselves, like priority mail, first class.   Leading the fleeting, like generals of of war, the moment of expression is never more critical, courage arises only to fall limp in the dirt.  I’ve never been more thankful to be literate than right now.   Words are the lens to which to world is understood and shared, why not know a few.   The big picture is exciting and challenging to shrink into the mind, especially when the particulars are broadcasted via tube and web.   Why are people drawn to some things and others to others? Why does someone feel comfortable in one place and not another?  Nature or Nurture you could say.  We all are so beautiful here on this rock.  Greatness has never been more accessible or viewed.

This is one medium I’m choosing to express myself.  Thoughts for thoughts

MInd Rant

These are the notes I took in my Philosophy of Nature class this semester.  Not to relevant to the subject or anything for that matter.

Nominal phenomenal, we reach for what then is, or is not talk through the earth, to listen through which we can not see, for the truth mean no such thing. That which reaches all encompassing fingers and nails of Truth scratch on the chalkboard of knowledge, we cringe to brilliance, as if we earn it, we suffer for it, It’s just space man, from man came everything else, a skyscraper arose out of the womb of Mary, straight towards the sky, fully furnished to complete the motion. The elemental is strong with nature, which lives emanated from. Organic chemistry, we walk through life, you always walk no matter where in the world you are, you always walk.  Beneath your feet lies the world hard and soft, unknown and people, The elemental is alive in all of us. We go to Tokyo today and live tomorrow.  Motion lies in time but time does not exist, we watch matter fall apart but it was never there, battle for existence to be heard and known.  Push to feel distant, return to a stationary position, just for one quick breath. Senses are everything it brings the world into the know.  All enjoyment steams from perception from the Heart, eyes, ears, nose, or feel, I like this, this feels write, Pleasant is nature, in its most violent concoction swirling with the galaxy, hurricanes meme the universe, we can never sit still, people exist for longer than anyone knows, numbers and movies put ideas in the mind.  For sure we know that surely it is crazy, we are sure of the un-sureness of our surety.  One thing we guess is that we know what surely isn’t.

Walking Through…

We all learn to walk, a person can do just about anything while walking, it can be a shared moment laughing with friends, or all alone distant in the rain.  The act of walking is rarely considered when it’s happening, our brains decide to focus on matters less immediate, often the future or past, or perhaps the beautiful scenery passing by. You might pay attention after the third mile, or if you have a blister, or thorn in your foot.  In some cases walking can be avoided, replaced by something with wheels or a jet, but eventually you will have to walk again. In any part of the world walking resembles the terrain, by and large it’s mostly the same. Walk outdoors it becomes a hike, every human that has ever existed has had the desire to walk; the universal mode of transportation for everyone ever. Anthropologist suggest our posture an important aspect of our development as a species; so walking is as essential as a language or fire.

Walking is like taking a shower, it allows time to think, analyze, figure out where I’m going.  I love it, spill water on myself while drinking, I love to picture myself in any part of the world walking through ancient streets thinking about walking.  Thinking about those who walked before me on the same Earth in a different world.

In this blog I will explore ideas, speak my opinions, and hopefully make you laugh from time to time.  With a picture as well, because who doesn’t love pictures these days.   This is my second blog and I will force myself to stay with it.  DSCF1415