Pilgrimage

Sages went on thru rites...I studied a great deal the seasons of harvest.  Particularly the calendar...you can align the reality of a day's activity and find when engrossed most exquisite, the means seems to brandish armor for engaging war.  Nobility was in classic eras like it is today...territorial.  Expansion stretched beyond a limb's reach, unfettered and virgin became accomplice.  For every sword of smitten trade sheaths wreaths and liege is honor.

I must have been a helluva soldier in a past life because I just got about 50 days til' ineligibility.  I know its clauses for waivers...at this juncture in time, I'm pleased to be on the wire.  Sam N. Them sure know how to nail H.I.M. to a crosshair, though.  I figure I can keep the mind stimulated with Da Murkan Guey and fix the audio to the Capcom cast, big league chew what I chew?

  

With The Sickness or "The Vinegar Incident"

Wow, I think I know how Jimi Hendrix must've felt when he exited this world.  No, I wasn't on any heroin, but I did throw up.  I had one of my regular bouts with heartburn and through my own experimentation, I have found that warm water with a bit of vinegar helps sooth the acid indigestion.  Well, I also learned that isn't the best cocktail after having drank awamori distilled rice alcohol and chocolate.  I was sitting down playing Street Fighter 3 and sipping the water with vinegar when suddenly I felt a strong acidic burst in my chest.  I thought I could feel it in my nostrils too and then I just stood up.  I was on auto pilot, jumping up and down and just throwing up, fighting to breathe.  The stuff was gushing...I couldn't believe how much I was barfing.  It was coincidentally right after watching that Family Guy episode where Peter, Brian, Stewie and Chris all drink some kind of concoction and see who can go the longest without hurling.  No more, indeed...

...well, this behavior prompted my girlfriend to think something major was going on with me.  I will admit, I have been fighting this heartburn bout for almost a month and nary a day can pass without me feeling like I swallowed wasabi.  I had a headache from, my guess is, lack of oxygen and barfing so hard, so I got in the shower, my girlfriend made me bundle up and I got in the bed. she drove to the CVS and got me some Mylanta and made the most exquisite Chicken soup for me along with some Japanese porridge made from rice with umeboshi (Japanese pickled plum). Wow, talked about being pampered.  I napped from about 10pm till around 3am and here I am feeling bad because my good friend Yohei is returning to Japan tomorrow...for good.  We were gonna meet for coffee before the vinegar incident.  He called while I was laid up and said he would see me in Japan, but would text me tomorrow morning, probably from the airport. 

I feel bad...but I feel better.  It's morning time and I will wake up in the morning and go to some interviews and treat this as a minor health infraction.  My right mind is telling me to start The Master Cleanse, though...I will definitely be keeping tabs through this blog with the progress on that.  Maybe Jimi could have benefitted from it once in awhile, with all the rumored toxins he kept in his body which seeped through that headband...

The First Dream of 2009

I awoke from a strange dream this morning.  Its somewhat cold, though in my room it is very warm and comfortable.  I won in a small town, much like the one I live in now, only it seemed to be somewhere with snow on the ground.  The people within the town seemed to be of a strong faith, like Catholics or something.  In the house I was dwelling, there was a TV on, but I wasn't watching and couldn't make out what was on it.  There was also a church that could be seen from the porch of the house I was staying at.  It was in the center of the town.  From the porch, in the distant, there was a mosque.  The weather seemed to be warm like spring where the mosque was.  I couldn't make out what the two meant other than the knowledge I have about the cultures they represent and the state of affairs in today's world.

The most unsettling part of the dream was a statue that was either outside or within the church. There was a king that seemed to come to life and unleashed a wrath upon the town, only it seemed some could not see this statue's actions for lack of realizing that maybe it was not alive, but I could somehow see it come to life...like that Brandon Frasier / Jet Li Mummy movie.  I figured the church for some mausoleum, but I know that Catholic churches can be depressingly sullen places where statues can be both rejoiceful and sorrowful looking.  Anyway, the kind statue seemed merciless, but in my dream, I felt more like a story was being told about that king.  Some reason or another, though merciless when alive, the people of the present day saw reason to erect a statue in memoriam to this dead king.  I even remember seeing a jousting lance in his hands.  I also remember playing Joust last night before going to bed.  You know, the classic coin-op from Midway?  Oh, there was a time when chivalry to me was a lot more in place than it is now.

I looked up the meanings in an online dream dictionary.  I sit here now pondering their meanings and it says that my goals are within my grasp.  Hmmm...perhaps getting a WU (unauthorized withdrawel) in math class means something positive?  I just want to be done with college, man. Its been such a long journey and I am tired of being broke with options on the shadow side of the wall.  I refuse to give up because my effort is all I know.  Times like this are when I miss my father the most.  I wish he were around to give me some guidance.  It would help me deal with how I am supposed to go about reaching my goals with the number of setbacks I've had.  He wasn't always the best at giving a direct solution, but his way of helping me examine a problem and approach it with an anecdote of his own life always helped fit it into perspective.

I recall thinking about Israel in my first few moments awake.  They are bombing the shit outta Hamas.  I think its impossible what religion does to people.  They put themselves in self righteous positions and people standing by are afraid to chastise them for fear due to their indoctrination.  I am talking about the Christians letting Jews kill Muslims and no one else is really doing anything because they all think they are fulfilling some book written prophecy.  I believe its utter folly and wish someone would wake up and smell the property deeds that are gonna be signed.  I was sitting with Yohei last night and thought about a possible conspiracy of Israel wanting their own Dubai.  Israelis can't go to Dubai (I don't think) for fear or religious intolerance in a very conservative Saudi Arabia.  How does Israel solve this problem?  Kill off the Palestinians and then sell the land to American developers for money of course!  Okay, okay that might be far fetched but I won't retract my statement yet.  I mean, the U.S. is in Iraq, so there lies positioning to make some major moves by non-Muslim power entities who may have money, power and greed at play here.  Much has been done in the history books, that took place while the people were unaware until it was too late.

Well, I won't be some political hound.  I am just thinking about the news and how much its gonna make me sigh to realize there's still bloodshed going on in the world in massive amounts.  Last I checked, too...when Israel bombed Palestine...wasn't it Hannukuh?  Sheesh...Sham's people.

Fresh

That's what I remember as a kid on Oakland, California.  Comin' up, when we walked to school, everybody remembers that kid who never shuddup.  He or she was constantly running off at the mouth.  It was probably all about the dreams and aspirations that kid had, but it was jus the way it came out that made you pay no mind to him or her.  Well, I think between the "hecka fresh" ramblings that kid was making, there was some meaning about what was going on.  The kid was laying out the future for self.  I decided to throw this down and make it all about that.  So now that its 2009 and the time is "hella fresh", there's plenty to put down and go in with.  I am hyped like Mike Tyson at the peak of his career when he would come to the ring with the hole in the towl over his head while "Time 4 Sum Akshun" by Redman was bumpin' the speakers through the coliseum speakers.  

Like Mike, we have all seen our fall from grace.  Our picking ourselves up is what creats the new era in our lives.  Sometimes that era is short before transition to the new, but often its the changes that make us define who we are as people.  These things I went through last year made me decide to put this blog together and just decide to ride with what I've always done in a way, shape or form in my life...heavy self examination through the words I express.  

So it's a long time since I was a kid, in a new city now and much older with much more at stake. Some of the decisions weren't always the right ones, but now I can put a plan in order and just do me.  Or at least I think this is a plan.  For now, it's pretty much a tabs on what it is I spend the time on the internet doing...which I'd like to be constructive.  New year, new goals...and if things work out for what I have planned, it will be a bit like sharing with you some things you will find useful down your own road, your own journey, with your own blueprints.  Aight?

Chill, spill a drink to a glass and kick up your feet while I share with you What A Brotha Know...

...and btw, Happy 2009!