14 December 2014

Breakfast In Hell

In spite of my unequaled predilection toward public displays of expressive thought, I've managed successfully to suppress said urges in silent pursuit of a differing ideal.  That you have no idea what I just said or what I'm about to ramble about means as little to me now as it did when I was a more public rambler then.  With little or no fanfare, I shelved this blog for much of the year so as to concentrate on the at least internally oft celebrated next obvious.  It was a well intentioned but poorly conceived plot and of course the book inevitably has stalled...you didn't really think I could pull off the next great American novel between March and Christmas did ya?  Even my hubris has limits.  Writing for a specific purpose has proven to be my insurmountable Everest and if I'm honest I've been itching (begging!) for any inspiration to write about something (anything!) other than the dipshit predictable characters that have been furtively dancing around the margins, refusing to be written all year!  Suffice to say that I've somehow broken through that creative divisive surface and I'm writing again...for a different reason.  That's a good thing...if I were a shark, it could be said that I'm about to breach.

I've experienced an unexpected windfall of success and positivity on a professional level in the last week or so.  It's not the finish line in any regard, but certainly a line I had to cross.  Personal reflection at such a time for a dude like me is unavoidable and that's happening right now.   If you've read anything I've written ever, you know I believe in 'paths', right?  Everybody's got their own, nobody can walk it but them...blah, blah, blah.  I won't belabor nor debate the duplicity of the Nick Cave phenomena implicitly stated, but the events of this past week place me squarely, dare I say force me almost back into a contemplative, reflective space.  That's where I'm most comfortable...and creative for that matter; I like it here.  The simple fact is for me at least, attaining a thing, reaching a goal isn't the point of the path.  Recognition is important and I'm as honored as ever to represent the firm in a now increasing capacity and I've been truly humbled by the adulation heaped upon me this week.  All good things, but I need to put that success behind me, refocus and continue on this path: success quickly becomes a roadblock if you allow it.

Long story short?  We should hear a song.

It's a story song.  This particular song is the retelling of a legend and like all good legends is based in, at least from my not-so-exhaustive research, some fact.  There is a public record of a man, a young river driver named Sandy Gray and there is in fact a place in Ontario called Sandy Gray Falls and it is indeed located along the Musquash River.  The actual history behind the legend and subsequent song are blurry at best so I accept this song as the "official" record of the events of that Sunday morning in 1899.  

Listening to harrowing tales like this about the men who endeavored to tame and shape this wild continent, to exert human will over the parlous forces of nature in order to carve out a life render within me a deep sense of awe and astonishment...inadequacy even.  Men, who against all odds walked a singular path with hopes only of providing a brighter future for their family.  I'm not talking about men like Rockefeller and Ford.  They shaped this country for sure, but they were egomaniacs - especially Ford.  If you don't believe that, pick up a copy of Fordlandia.  Henry Ford believed he could recreate his vision of a utopian middle America in the rain forests of Brazil as a means to harvest cheap rubber.  His experiment ended in abject failure as you might imagine, but that is a lesson for another day.  

I'm talking about men whose names are lost to history now...the men who cleared the land for farming and laid the tracks of the first railroads and set poles and strung wire to bring electricity to the masses...young men just like Sandy Gray...who fought and died in battle, who with no deference toward their own wellbeing, just simply got the job done.  This story is about a young, brave (if reckless) man who tragically lost his life but I see it as more than that.  The take away here is that all of these men were just doing their job.  They weren't heroes by definition.  They were just men.  I fear 'just being a man' is a lost concept on this modern America.  Of course pragmatically speaking, Sandy certainly should have dove for the banks of the river with the rest of his soft-hearted compadres, but if he had, a little known folk singer wouldn't have written a well crafted song about his short life 100+ years later and an even lesser known blogger would be twiddling his thumbs this Sunday morning.  I applaud, hell I absolutely celebrate his audacity.  We should all have a little more Sandy Gray in us.  

At any rate, I love this song...literally let it play ten times minimum in a row every single time it crosses the rotation.  Further and just as an additional unexpected aside, if it's the last thing I ever do, I'm going to take this girl I know for a hike up along the banks of, near the mouth of the Musquash River to Sandy Gray Falls someday and I'm going to sing her this song.  That event won't make my life epic, but it will be an important point along the path.

"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam...or it's breakfast in hell."

07 March 2014

Next Logical Step

One year ago, give or take I started a project.  I tasked myself with taking a single photograph everyday for a year.  No one is as stunned as I am that I actually followed that path all the way through.  It’s certainly not an original design, but what is, right?  The intent as originally conceived is to gain a deeper insight into the authentic person one truly is.  I admit that may be an idealistic pile of hippie nonsense, but at the time I felt like it was worth a shot.  In hindsight, it was the best if not the only move I could have made.  

It’s a rare thing to be consciously aware of whatever it is that is all around you on the regular.  And though that was the goal of the project, I think I too often photographed out of necessity – to fill my quota.  It became more of a photography exercise than a self discovery endeavor.  I’m okay with that – there were a lot of thoroughly decent photographs and it did shed some light for me personally.  All things being equal, the project was a success.  Tonight as I look back on the year, my initial evaluation at the end of that first month is reaffirmed.

My hope at the start was to try to learn something, anything about myself.  What I became quickly conscious of is that I have a pretty damn good life.  It’s not always what I thought it would be, and everyday doesn’t always turn out like I think it should or how I hoped that it might.  Life isn’t always fair, but that doesn’t mean that it has to suck.  Everyday is a new adventure and a chance to make another memory, an opportunity to make that day better than the day before.  Taking (365) photographs in daily succession didn’t teach me this specifically, but it did illuminate for me that which I’ve too often missed – the simple good that happens right in front of my everyday eyes.  It reminded me to seek out the positive thing, the illusive obvious joy that resides in the minutia of every second of the day. 

It’s difficult sometimes to not get sucked in by the bullshit of life, especially the bullshit that is of one’s own making.  Everyone deals with whatever it is differently.  For me the sometimes forced positive daily creative aspect of this exercise effectively averted my attention from what had become my near obsession with the negative. 

I’m satisfied with the outcome but now I’m done with it.  It’s far too egocentric to sustain publically.  I’ll continue to snap pics of my everyday and I might even post some here from time to time but (365) as a thing is over.  As an aside, I’m perplexed by the fact that no one seemed to give a shit about the music I started adding (31) days in.  That was/is effectively a primer on all things musically cool and it fell sadly on deaf ears as far as I can see.  I suppose, helping the world see and dig the same music as me isn’t my job after all.  Oh well, now you’ve got an epic playlist if you want one.

So now what?  I’ve been painting a lot more lately, painting the canvases that I want to.  My limited success (and/or lack thereof) on the festival circuit inadvertently forced me into painting what I thought would sell and I hate that.  As such, I have pulled out of all of the festivals I had on my calendar for 2014.  I need to refocus on the art, on the act of art making.  I’ve always painted for me only until I started getting paid for it – that must get rectified with a quickness. 

Past the art thing, I want to refocus on the craft of writing.  When I started this blog in the fall of 2011, it was deployed as a therapeutic device, and it still is at some level.  Writing has always been exactly that for me, but I want more out of it now.  As much as I love posting whatever random is on my mind, it is far too often only about me.  In spite of that wallowing fact, sometimes it has been really good and I'm proud of those moments, but sometimes it is little more than self-indulgent drivel and I’m sure I’m better than that.  Perhaps it’s my incomparable arrogance speaking, but I feel like I have a helluva lot more to say, that I haven’t made my voice heard yet.  I’m sure I’ll keep writing it, but this blog isn’t the best venue to develop that voice.  To that end, I’ve decided to finally write the book that’s been bouncing around my brain for the last (20+) years.  I’m aware that I just committed the cardinal sin of public proclamation that I railed against earlier this year but that’s a risk I’m willing to face.  The undertaking of sifting through a lifetime of unfinished thoughts, incomplete plot twists, character profiles, forgotten outlines and unrealized scene structure is daunting but it sends a charge through me that I haven’t felt in a long time.

There are of course, endeavors of greater import that I could and should probably busy myself with…this ladder isn’t going to climb itself, is it?  I no longer however see any reason not to ardently pursue all of my passions equally.  If I am who I say I am it’s the obvious next logical step. 

28 February 2014

Twenty-Eight Days in February

Catch up on this project of mine at the links below if you're new to the blog.  This is the scheduled last one in the series (but I'm sure I will find a way to subvert that shortsighted rule.)

Thirty-One Days in March (Part 1)

Saturday – 01 February 2014

I think this one's a little too cheery, no?  

Sunday – 02 February 2014

Sweet Belle turned (6) years old today. 

Monday – 03 February 2014

Random ATL: 1180 Peachtree    

Tuesday – 04 February 2014

I had a site visit down in Montgomery, Alabama today.  The project is coming along better than expected but I could barely concentrate on why I was there due to the preponderance of trains passing by the property.  You know that wide-eyed wonder that little boys have about trains?  I still have it and man I hope it never goes away.    

Wednesday – 05 February 2014

Random ATL: Hill Street at MLK    

Thursday – 06 February 2014

My obsessive daily bridge construction distraction continues unabated.  Rebar cages make me happy...takes me to my way back, I suppose.    

Friday – 07 February 2014

Best studio meeting on record.  Read more here.    

Saturday – 08 February 2014

Out and about wandering this afternoon, I happened upon this dusty jewel at Moreland and Memorial.  I'm not typically moved by rat-rods but this bad boy had a Cadillac engine, so there's that.   

Sunday – 09 February 2014

Today marks the 50th anniversary of The Beatles first arrival in the states and subsequent appearance on the Ed Sullivan show – for no particular reason I commemorated this historical fact with roast beast, ten-dollar wine and '90s grunge.

Monday – 10 February 2014 

With the threat of a catastrophic winter weather event, some people rush out to buy milk and bread...others do not.  

Tuesday – 11 February 2014

Perchance the ATL learned it's lesson last month – the downtown connector was nearly deserted at 6:00 this evening.  That's an unexpected welcomed first for me.        

Wednesday – 12 February 2014

The snow finally came, so I worked from home today.  Maybe it was the uncommon view from the dining room table, maybe it was the sleeping dog at my feet, maybe it was pure happenstance but today was by far the most productive day I've had this year.  (I should get to work on my value of telecommuting speech to the bosses.)

Song of the Day: Lil' Tico - Big Ass Truck

Thursday – 13 February 2014

Belle and I had a helluva lot of fun in the backyard this morning before the big thaw forced me begrudgingly back into the office this afternoon.

Song of the Day: Shambala - Three Dog Night

Friday – 14 February 2014

A while back, years ago probably, I thought it would be cool to have a ukulele.  A few days ago I pulled the trigger finally and ordered the damn thing.  It arrived today and I promptly set about fumbling through Somewhere Over The Rainbow.  It's important to keep your brain active and engaged, right?  I can't think of a better way to do that than teaching myself how to play a new instrument.  

Saturday – 15 February 2014

Flogging Molly at The Tabernacle – epic as always.   

Sunday – 16 February 2014

I like it.  I'll call it Sunset Behind The Weeds if I still like it in the morning.      

Song of the Day: New Madrid - Uncle Tupelo

Monday – 17 February 2014

Random ATL: 191 Peachtree.    

Tuesday – 18 February 2014

I had a 7:00 breakfast meeting at the W in midtown this morning.  It wouldn't have been cool even if it was as impressive as it sounds but what it did afford me was a perfect view of 1st Presbyterian against a flawless blue morning sky.     

Wednesday – 19 February 2014

Random ATL: Georgia State Archives.  This has been one of my favorite buildings since day one in the A – there's just something about travertine, right?  It exists in no-mans-land, unconcerned between (2) freeways and I've never thought to try to experience it up close.  I see it every morning from MLK and I see it every night from I-20 in a different light and that's exactly how I'm suppose to.    

Thursday – 20 February 2014

I stepped way outside of my comfort zone this morning and went to a local elementary school to teach 2nd graders about art.  Faced with an empty canvas, the first little girl asked, what am I supposed to do?  I replied in the only way that I knew, whatever you feel like.  I don't have kids of my own, but I can imagine the satisfaction a parent feels must be tenfold what I felt when I saw the light go on and she and her classmates embraced the moment.  Today proved my life thesis that everyone has art inside of them just waiting to get out.       

Friday – 21 February 2014

I won my category in the 1st Annual Chili Cook-Off at the office today!    

Saturday – 22 February 2014

I had a peaceful nap with Belle this morning after a ton of ball time and a hot bath.  She left this afternoon for the last time to go live with her mom.  She's off on a new adventure now and I suppose I should do the same.  We had a long talk last night and she knows what's what.  I sure am gonna miss that crazy dog, but we'll both be fine. 

Sunday – 23 February 2014

Enjoying the beautiful weather and the Sunday paper on the front steps this morning I noticed that the Chrysanthemums I planted last fall are starting to wake up and peek through.  That's a wonderful hopeful thing right there.     

Song of the Day: Atlantic City - The Band

Monday – 24 February 2014

I took a right instead of a left on the way home from work tonight.   

Tuesday – 25 February 2014

I punched one of our data center projects in D.C. this morning – I think these guys are as ready for a new season as I am.  

Wednesday – 26 February 2014

It looks like Spring may in fact be right around the corner.   

Song of the Day: My Old School - Steely Dan

Thursday – 27 February 2014

A yellow house on a hill.   

Friday – 28 February 2014

Sunrise #365.     

Song of the Day: 25 Or 6 To 4 - Chicago