4 years ago

      I was living in North Pole, Alaska at the time of the making of this video. I had just started my terminal leave brought on by my exiting from the Air Force. During these days I spent my time being drunk and bored and refusing to look for a job. Some might call it depression but I called it a silent boycott. A mini protest that drained my bank account. 
      I watched a lot of You Tube vids and had just watched an interview of a drunk Tracy Morgan. I was drunk and we were brothers. For some reason there was recommended link to a Diet Coke and Mentos video directly after the interview video.  Jackass Number Two had just come out and was all over MTV. I was feeling crafty. What else would you expect me to do? 

The power of Total Eclipse Of The Heart

      One time I was in Afghanistan. It was in June. While there, part of my job was driving a white cargo truck. It was sort of like a bread van but smaller. Another part of my job was directing people in the truck towards certain airplanes for maintenance work. There were 10 people in the truck. There was no air conditioning.

      I had an IPod and an FM transmitter. The transmitter allowed songs to be transmitted to any FM radio within a 20 foot radius on any frequency. After a couple un-noteworthy songs, I was requested to play something that everyone knew the words to. I chose 'Total Eclipse Of The Heart' by Bonnie Tyler. It was recorded in 1982. The first few bars of echo-y piano did not rouse anyone out of their sun-induced fever dreams. I suspected no one could hear it. I turned up the volume.

Ready, Go!

      Welcome to the start of something that I should have started a long time ago. This blog is intended to be an extension of what I think about before I go to sleep.  Things like funny nonfictional stories or why Justin Bieber ain't such a bad kid. Things like events or objects that I realize should not exist but only do because I'm the only one paying attention. I attempted something like  this a few years ago while I still didn't know how to engage Facebook and Twitter. My ego told me that whatever I wrote would be hailed as a success by friends and critics alike. I now know that I can't get famous and published through a social network site alone. I misunderstood and I'm sorry. I just wanted to let people into mi fiesta de la mente.  But what happened instead was that people just mistook my note postings as regular status updates. Ironically, there's a good chance you're reading this because of a social networking site. And to that I say thank you Mr. Zuckerberg. To my fans, I can only offer generic advice. Here it goes: 
      A stitch in time saves nine. 
I dunno. I heard it in a German bar. Everyone around me nodded their heads in agreement while I murmured "Ja" in to mein Bier. What?! I got enough culture to rival yogurt! Anyway, it has helped me age progressively well and I can only hope it serves you as well. Now go and read something.
And thanks for humbling my blog with your presence.