I made it

On my way back

It starts

The Mission

The mission if I accept is to go on a drinking fest tonight for a few co workers that are leaving our Sony family. Then at dawn I will head to San diego on the motorcycle to meet up with the caravan that is participating in the Rosarito Ensenada (http://www.rosaritoensenada.com/) race. Its a 50 mile fun race, right. Then its back home to go out drinking with max eating some bar-be-que.


I accept the mission...(A little voice in the back of my head says, "what am I getting myself into".)

Made it to work

Sweet due

So Awesome

Halo will be here soon

K's new bike

Its mine but what does that make me

And why?

Kinda clean

Sunny

Still raining

Its Raining

Dogeball

So thats what happened last night

Political language

Political language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.

–George Orwell

Is this the future?

Old Phone

No utopia for the paid

No utopia for the paid -

You start as an elementary student, people tell you to dream about being a hero as an astronaut, policeman, firefighter, ballerina and so much more. The trick of it no one knows, just having you dream of dream.

Then your in high school just about to finish off your days. Councilors come and talk to you about what your going to do about your future. No one says as your going along that so far you no longer qualify for this and that, with a B here and a C here. No one comes along to help you make a plan from the start, only now at the end. You've closed doors with out knowing it, then they talk about jobs and schools, not about work done or work to do.

Then your graduated from a college, you have skirted by cause school like any system can be played differently then planed. You've moved in with your parents and the weight of it you have to bear. Looking for a job. What you can find easily is less than minimum wage for a salary employee expected to work overtime unpaid, unless that is your lucky.

Thats it, your stuck in your place with a cozy job, significant other, and some hobby to take up the time. Unless you dream of dreams, that makes you want to work to get it and you still feel lucky. Yet it's sad to say, dreaming is something you fight for, hell you fight to fight. Just a blink of a light not even a ray of hope only you can see. Now you have to work, your job, your relationship, and that distant dream of yours. But now with a little luck, with your nice heart and that canny ability to take the hard stuff lightly. Luck will come around or at least you live all your days for a dream.

Thats the way of it from this small grain of sands point of view.

- for Lisa.

Camping in Catalina