Today was a pretty amazing day. A great friend of mine Justin, and his girlfriend Audra took me jetski'n in daytona as a going away gift. Not only was it my first time, but it was simply amazingly great time. i've never been a fan of the water since I've got a slight fear of drowning but, this was pretty refreshing. There really is nothing like riding on the water at 65 mph with the wind and salt water in your face.
If this is any sign of how I'll be saying goodbye to florida, I'm in for a big treat.
Goodbye Atlantic. Hello Pacific.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
So it begins... again.
I've been gone from this blog for about 2 years and with the move to LA coming shortly, I've decided to once again begin writing. Stay tuned for the New Adventures of the Average Hero.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
last blog of 05' ...
this is may very well be the last blog of 05, and ever on this site.
I don't plan on writing in this anymore. This used to be a place for me to get it all out, but i've learned to go somewhere else with it, to someone who will always listen.
be good all.
this hero's hanging up his cape... and suit.
I don't plan on writing in this anymore. This used to be a place for me to get it all out, but i've learned to go somewhere else with it, to someone who will always listen.
be good all.
this hero's hanging up his cape... and suit.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
A tough look back.
In June, i wrote this...
"The only thing keeping my sane,is the cross hanging in my doorframe, the journal I've kept while here, and my phone calls with a really great friend."
Today I wrote this...
"The only thing keeping me sane is my bible"
I want so badly to have a hug right now from someone... and its out of reach.
"The only thing keeping my sane,is the cross hanging in my doorframe, the journal I've kept while here, and my phone calls with a really great friend."
Today I wrote this...
"The only thing keeping me sane is my bible"
I want so badly to have a hug right now from someone... and its out of reach.
Monday, October 31, 2005
love is only found in dictionaries and cell phones
so i've been writing a bunch of lyrics. here's why...
my good friend Randy, who was my guitarist in my first band Harpers Failures, has recorded some postal service-type music, without vocals. So i've been writing new lyrics, The title of this post is an attempt at that. See below for new works...
they should make you emotion novocain, ‘cause there’s no vaccine for this kinda pain.
i could tell you loved me by the handshake on our first date
it's sunday and time for a broken heart, when all i wanted was brunch
my good friend Randy, who was my guitarist in my first band Harpers Failures, has recorded some postal service-type music, without vocals. So i've been writing new lyrics, The title of this post is an attempt at that. See below for new works...
they should make you emotion novocain, ‘cause there’s no vaccine for this kinda pain.
i could tell you loved me by the handshake on our first date
it's sunday and time for a broken heart, when all i wanted was brunch
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Amazing Song
Man. Sometimes it just kinda sucks... and sometime it turns out like this.
Fade in, start the scene
Enter beautiful girl
But things are not what they seem
As we stand at the edge of the world
"Excuse me, sir,
But I have plans to die tonight
Oh, and you are directly in my way
And I bet you're gonna say it's not right"
My reply:
"Excuse me, miss
But do you have the slightest clue
Of exactly what you just said to me
And exactly who you're talking to?"
She said, "I don't care, you don't even know me"
I said, "I know but I'd like to change that soon, hopefully"
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets
"You make it sound so easy to be alive
But tell me, how am I supposed to seize this day
When everything inside me has died?"
My reply:
"Trust me, girl
I know your legs are pleading to leap
But I offer you this easy choice-
Instead of dying, living with me"
She said, "Are you crazy? You don't even know me."
I said, "I know, but I'd like to change that soon hopefully"
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets
I would be lying if I said that things would never get rough
And all this cliche motivation, it could never be enough
I could stand here all night trying to convince you
But what good would that do?
My offer stands, and you must choose
"All right, you win, but I only give you one night
To prove yourself to be better than my atttempt at flight
I swear to god if you hurt me I will leap
I will toss myself from these very cliffs
And you'll never see it coming"
"Settle, precious, I know what you're going through
Just ten minutes before you got here I was going to jump too"
Yeah we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you're never supposed act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets
Fade in, start the scene
Enter beautiful girl
But things are not what they seem
As we stand at the edge of the world
"Excuse me, sir,
But I have plans to die tonight
Oh, and you are directly in my way
And I bet you're gonna say it's not right"
My reply:
"Excuse me, miss
But do you have the slightest clue
Of exactly what you just said to me
And exactly who you're talking to?"
She said, "I don't care, you don't even know me"
I said, "I know but I'd like to change that soon, hopefully"
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets
"You make it sound so easy to be alive
But tell me, how am I supposed to seize this day
When everything inside me has died?"
My reply:
"Trust me, girl
I know your legs are pleading to leap
But I offer you this easy choice-
Instead of dying, living with me"
She said, "Are you crazy? You don't even know me."
I said, "I know, but I'd like to change that soon hopefully"
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets
I would be lying if I said that things would never get rough
And all this cliche motivation, it could never be enough
I could stand here all night trying to convince you
But what good would that do?
My offer stands, and you must choose
"All right, you win, but I only give you one night
To prove yourself to be better than my atttempt at flight
I swear to god if you hurt me I will leap
I will toss myself from these very cliffs
And you'll never see it coming"
"Settle, precious, I know what you're going through
Just ten minutes before you got here I was going to jump too"
Yeah we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you're never supposed act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets
Monday, October 17, 2005
review ? yes sir, may i have another.
Margo Veil: An Entertainment
By Len Jenkins
Directed by David Lee
UCF Black Box Theater, Orlando, FL
Somewhere between Surrealism and the Avant-Garde lies the story of Margo Veil (Sara Barnes), a young actress on the rise. Fleeing rural Iowa she makes New York and grabs the lead in a play that closes in a day. In some respects, this is a career, but the press is harsh and some people just don’t take that well. Her agent (Todd Davis) offers here a gig escorting a corpse back to the Midwest which solves two problems - it puts cash in hand, and gets her out of the big city. The trip goes well enough, although she descends into and increasingly nightmarish world and accidentally murders The fat Man in the Bad Suit (Davis again - he really nails the role) Fleeing the police, she picks up a boyfriend of sorts (Ben Hope), and spends the rest of the show jumping into different bodies in a weird machine stashed in a truck stop massage parlor. Sex and race matter not, but after awhile the itching becomes unbearable, and she returns to her original "shell", only slightly the worse for the journey.
And that's about as coherent as this gets. A mind boggling number of people flow on and off stage, all perfectly choreographed to a secret agenda controlled by director Lee. One is tempted to call the whole experience cubist, with shards of image glinting off the theater smoke and minimal stage surrounded by fun house mirrors and surmounted by a toy train. Margo seems swept along by events, never able to modulate them or explain what they mean or why she's embroiled in them. Dozens of current and dated cultural references fly by, aided by a helpful links page in the program. We don’t have internet access on stage, but I looked up ziggurats and obelisks and steno pool and found myself broadened. This singing is good (if a bit gospel), the timing sharp and crisp, and the whole event wonderfully cryptic, yet completely entertaining.
For more information on UCF Conservatory Theatre, visit www.theatre.ucf.edu
By Len Jenkins
Directed by David Lee
UCF Black Box Theater, Orlando, FL
Somewhere between Surrealism and the Avant-Garde lies the story of Margo Veil (Sara Barnes), a young actress on the rise. Fleeing rural Iowa she makes New York and grabs the lead in a play that closes in a day. In some respects, this is a career, but the press is harsh and some people just don’t take that well. Her agent (Todd Davis) offers here a gig escorting a corpse back to the Midwest which solves two problems - it puts cash in hand, and gets her out of the big city. The trip goes well enough, although she descends into and increasingly nightmarish world and accidentally murders The fat Man in the Bad Suit (Davis again - he really nails the role) Fleeing the police, she picks up a boyfriend of sorts (Ben Hope), and spends the rest of the show jumping into different bodies in a weird machine stashed in a truck stop massage parlor. Sex and race matter not, but after awhile the itching becomes unbearable, and she returns to her original "shell", only slightly the worse for the journey.
And that's about as coherent as this gets. A mind boggling number of people flow on and off stage, all perfectly choreographed to a secret agenda controlled by director Lee. One is tempted to call the whole experience cubist, with shards of image glinting off the theater smoke and minimal stage surrounded by fun house mirrors and surmounted by a toy train. Margo seems swept along by events, never able to modulate them or explain what they mean or why she's embroiled in them. Dozens of current and dated cultural references fly by, aided by a helpful links page in the program. We don’t have internet access on stage, but I looked up ziggurats and obelisks and steno pool and found myself broadened. This singing is good (if a bit gospel), the timing sharp and crisp, and the whole event wonderfully cryptic, yet completely entertaining.
For more information on UCF Conservatory Theatre, visit www.theatre.ucf.edu
cypher it, and see what happens..
words.
words can't even do this justice.
the feelings i experience.
envy, jealousy, disappointment.
i feel like the high tide of the ocean.
each day, the same routine.
in and out. in and out.
i bring change, and wash it away.
i need to embrace, but not sure what to.
i look at the things you say.
each word you speak slowly remains on me.
i want so badly to wipe them away.
but they linger longer than i want them to.
i wash them off, towel. repeat.
repeat.
constant cycle.
this time, i don't need to towel off anymore.
they're gone.
it's me left at the heart of it.
the core.
i feel like clark kent into a phonebooth, always emerging as someone else.
this time, i emerged as me.
words can't even do this justice.
the feelings i experience.
envy, jealousy, disappointment.
i feel like the high tide of the ocean.
each day, the same routine.
in and out. in and out.
i bring change, and wash it away.
i need to embrace, but not sure what to.
i look at the things you say.
each word you speak slowly remains on me.
i want so badly to wipe them away.
but they linger longer than i want them to.
i wash them off, towel. repeat.
repeat.
constant cycle.
this time, i don't need to towel off anymore.
they're gone.
it's me left at the heart of it.
the core.
i feel like clark kent into a phonebooth, always emerging as someone else.
this time, i emerged as me.
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