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I like Blake griffin, even if he went to OU.
I like Andre from outkast.
Big boi, too.
I like Jane’s addiction.
I like blue.

I like working autonomously.
I like need time alone.
I really like an afternoon for myself.
I like being the coach.
I like helping kids.
I like to win.
I like to see kids improve.

I like women’s bodies.
Beautiful.

I like carnitas and good tortilla soup.
I like good coffee.

I like driving home from work.
I like sleeping in.
I like not having plans.
I like just chillin w my family.

I like Texas barbecue.
I like humans. The diversity. The beauty. The collective love.

I like tattoos.
I like Korean barbecue.
I like living in the same place for more than ten years.
I like feeling accomplished.

I like speaking my mind.
I like life.
I probably like you.

Goodnight.

stress

the walls are close when i awake

inches from where i am at all times

constantly there

i’m always aware of the walls.

i drink wine and sometimes it relaxes me.

sometimes it doesn’t.

sometimes i can’t relax.

there’s so much to do.

so

fucking

much

to do.

i can do it.

i always do.

 

i’m exhausted.

 

i’m focused from 9 to 6 but i can’t unfocus.

 

exercise helps.

i love to exercise.

 

and opportunity is good.

so they say.

 

but i can’t let go.

i’m driving too hard.

too fast

too often.

 

i need sleep.

rest.

peace.

relaxation.

 

zen, come find me please.

 

the toad abides

but i’ll say it anyway……

 

‘business and emotion don’t mix.  separate them.  they often contradict each other.  remember your place.  but never forget your values.’

‘my lawnmower broke on sunday.  my yard is a week overdue.  it usually is.  my mower breaks constantly.  i couldn’t fix it sunday.  my neighbor, retired and devoted to maintaining his lawn, noticed that my mower broke down once again.  he offered the use of his, knowing i wouldn’t accept the offer.  i did the edging and detailed the yard….even ‘mowed’ the back using the weed wacker.

i’m working a lot these days.

i came home on monday night and my neighbor J had mowed my front yard for me.  the unfinished part.

so.  fucking.  cool.  i don’t have time this week.  i really don’t.  i can’t possibly do all that i should this week.  if i really considered it, i’d be overwhelmed.

john is retired.  his yard is sweet.  he’s almost always outside by the time i leave the house for work.  mostly to do yard work.  i can’t possibly keep up with john.

but john knows that.  he knows where i am.  he’s been there.  john and i are at different stages of life.  he’s got more time than he’s ever had.  i have less than i’ve ever had.  i’m trying.  i’m not a fucking sketch ass fucking neighbor.  i landscape and paint and trim and work.

but i never really have enough time.

and going to buy a mower this week, taking it home, mowing the yard before a team soccer party we’re hosting saturday would’ve been ominous.  but necessary.  we couldn’t have a party with 2 foot grass.  it was too long.  i had to cut it.  my mower was beyond me.

and dude did it for me.  lots of people would be pissed if somebody did that.  fucker!  i’ll cut my yard when it needs cutting.  but i knew john wasn’t coming from that.  i feel like he totally understands.  like when i look at him, he sees his own life at a certain stage.  john was probably a really good dad.  his kids all come around.  my kids love him.

i like him, too.  i used to worry that he was pissed i was slow to mow and not super neat.  but i’m starting to believe that our family actually feeds john…..gives him energy…..makes him smile.  he loves my kids.  he likes my wife.  and he likes me.  he understands.  he has time and he’s enjoying his freedom.  but he doesn’t hold my lack of time against me.  he relishes it.  he remembers and understands.  empathy and envy at the same time.

which i get.

my life is good right now.  i work far too much.  my work pays well.  if any of these deals hit, they’ll significantly matter.  a few of them will.  i’m rocking it.  it’s exhilarating.  work is fun right now.  and i’m proud of me.

but i risk proper perspective.

money ain’t everything.  work ain’t either.

but it’s feeding me right now.

that’s good and bad.

i know that.

ultimately, i love life too much to lean too much on my profession.

but for once, i understand.

i’m doing well.

i really am.

i think i’m better than most at what i do.

but humility is the most beautiful trait.

letting go is true happiness.

 

if you know me, check me.

keep me real.

i love talking to you more than anything.

-toad

my place called home

dear blog,

thanks for giving me a place to vent.  or maybe just say some things i wouldn’t say elsewhere.

top of the mind:  dudes….states…..citizens…..get off the fucking same sex marriage ban agenda.  it’s over.  at this point, it’s just static noise.  it’s going to be legal.  who gives a fuck?  not me.  my own shit is tough enough to manage.  and we ain’t gettin’ any more conservative.  some people are gay.  same number as has always been gay.  good for them.  not bad for anybody.  pour yourself into something else.  just something with a future.  i hope north carolina  doesn’t approve a gay marriage ban.  that seems so fucking backwards.

next:  so…..has bin laden gotten his revenge or what?  for those of us old enough to remember clearly, REMEMBER TRAVELING BEFORE 9/11?  it was actually kindof fun.  an event.  a celebration.  i’ll say that osama that fucking bastardass bin laden could have hijacked another ten planes without causing as much collective irritation  and damage as all of the world dealing with the security bullshit at our airports.  he won given what’s transpired.  airports suck.  flights suck.  going through security totally fucking sucks.  especially with kids.  i’ve taken up the entire fucking belt of the security area before with strollers and the like.  FUCK OSAMA BIN LADEN.  fuck that bitch.  i used to like to fly.  Burn, MOTHERFUCKER!!!!

i can’t stand when people don’t respond to a message, be it text, email or phone.  however, i get it if its a business call not returned because you’re trying to get the business.  i don’t, however, agree with not returning a call from a colleague.  and most especially a friend.  dude, whether you text of not, text me back if i ask you a question via text.  even respond via email.  or phone.  but don’t not respond.  that’s fucking wack.

drive in the middle lane if you’re not going faster than the guy behind you.  why not?  don’t be a dick.  this should be fucking universal.  don’t be a fucking asshole, fucker.  don’t drive slow in the fast lane.  so.  fucking.  annoying.

be real.  even in business.  don’t fake it.  you’ll get found out.  be you and be accepted or accept rejection.  or change.  your call.  but better to be real.  it’s so hard to not be you.  most often,  being comfortable in YOU is the most attractive sell.  real is relevant and obvious.  happy is a very strong indicator.

peace, fuckers.

goodnight.  the toad abides.

i got me a new tattoo this week.

it is SO beautiful.

i’ll show you at the end.

you’ll like it.

the idea was a tribute to my boo……maria downing delk.

she’s my guardian angel.

she is my comfort.

she’s where i go when i don’t know.

she can hold me like no other.

but i didn’t want a portrait.

and i didn’t want a cartoon.

i wanted an angel on my arm that could be associated w/ M without being anybody…..

….except my guardian angel.

my boy done good.

real good.

i absolutely love it.  proud bearer of this tattoo:

goodnight, fuckers

the toad abides.

Roots

There is something to be said for roots.

Comfort.
Familiarity.
Relationships.
Family.
Interlocked.

I’ve been in Austin for ten plus years. That is twice as long as I’ve ever been anywhere.

I have a bent toward change. I have a flee instinct. And they have always ruled. Until now.

It would take a miracle to get me to move. I love Austin, Texas. I love my crew. I love my life. Why fuck with that?

Goodnight, fuckers.

The toad abides.

holy shit, dude.

i tried to write a blog post.

where i cared who might read it, etc. etc. bullfucking shit.

but it was gross u mundo.

refuckingtarded

lame.

 

so now i must consider:

must i include the grind to communicate reality?

do i need the perspective of the young, poor, scholarship honor student that doesn’t have shit?

i love that perspective, by the way.

it’s interesting  having finally to come to understand the real gap.

that which divides.

fear versus shame.

 

and its simple.

and i know that there will be people that read this and can’t truly relate.

i’ll never be that person.  no judgement or whatever, in fact, peace be to those that understand where to find the ultimate peace.  but i can’t just shut the fuck up and smile.  i’ll always have a cause.  the world will never be perfect or even close.  and so i’ll try.  i’ll always fucking try.

to me this life is fun.  it’s amazing.  every encounter every day is something i will remember/crave/feel until the end of my thoughts.  but how beautiful it is.  i want to experience this energy, power, love, experience with YOU

peace, fuckers

toader

crazy dude

this crazy dude i know was staying in a foreign city last week and after a nice dinner he met a homeless dude and ended up hanging out with him at his hotel and meeting his friend herb.  it was a pretty funny story.  the homeless dude was apparently a really nice guy.  my friend even considered letting this guy stay in his room and booking another.  but in the end, my friend said he realized that while it was a beautiful moment, it was not his responsibility to spend money he didn’t have to put a homeless man up in a luxury hotel room.  there was more to consider than himself when making odd decisions such as this.  and so he wished his new friend well, excused his exhaustion, showed him out and went to bed.

life is full of lessons.  it’s nice to watch a friend grow.

goodnight, fuckers.

toad

i love tony campana

 

the man just got called up to the big leagues by the chicago cubs

the dude is 5’8″, 165 pounds.

the fans at wrigley love him.

he makes things happen.

you can’t catch him stealing.

i mean, you almost can’t.

24 of 26 successful stolen base attempts in 2011 in about a quarter of a season.

last night, the little man got in late in the game in a pinch hitting situation and singled and then stole two bases.  two bases per week would give him almost a record for steals in a single season.

the guy generates mojo.  other players think things are gonna happen when he’s on the bases.  the fans LOVE HIM.  he’s you and me.  5’8″, 165 but super freaking fast and good at making contact.  he’s a grinder.  so are we.  me and the people in chicago and the other people in the world that love tony campana.  and maurice jones drew.  and spud webb.  and doug flutie.  and countless other underdogs that went against common logic and said fuck it…….beat me.  i know i’m small.  maybe too small.  but you’re going to have to prove me wrong.

that’s my MO.

my dad taught me that.

fuck whatever anybody else says.  do what you wanna do.  if you fail, it’s not the end of the world.  sometimes, failure is a blessing.  i walked out of my LSAT half way through the damn thing because i choked on the first section.  first and only test i really choked on in my life.  but what a blessing.  i would have been the same lawyer as i was an accountant.  competent.  capable.  reliable.  miserable.  hating every hour that i book to a client, knowing that if i stop booking hours, i stop making a living.  working so fucking much.  expected to work too long.  hours analyzing linguistics and intent, on the phone and pouring over documents.  what was i thinking?  don’t get me wrong.  great profession.  just not for me.  the opposite of me.  i love my attorneys.  they do the dirty work, in my opinion.

probably tony’s, too.  i’ll bet that guy is just down with the fact that he’s playing major league ball.  loving being a fan favorite.  loving being a scrappy little annoyance on the base paths, ready to run even without the call.

it’s an attitude.  a midwestern grinder’s can’t-beat-me attitude that often prevails over advantage and opportunity

of course i cheer for him.  he’s my peops.

y’all probably are, too.

peace, fuckers.

the toad abides

you know, i don’t eat food within 2 days of the date on the package.  risk/reward deal.

i don’t like making plans on sunday.  i don’t think people should do it.  i think sundays should have to be ‘played by ear’.

my boss went surfing with me this week.  he’s in the latter part of his fifties.  he got up a few times.  most times he should’ve from what i gathered.  but he went.  optionally.  because he wanted to.  and it was fucking rad.  the second time for me was an affirmation of a love affair that i think i’ve just begun.  surfing does it for me.  fo shizzle.

i think i’d rather live in phoenix than denver.  this is weird for me to say.  i really like phoenix.

i work somewhere that i really want to work.  i love my job.  i love the people i work with.  a lateral move to another company would be a negative move for me.  i work for and with really good folk.

my surf instructor nick last week was a really good dude.  he’s a dude like me.  like a lot of you.  cares about the right shit.  enough to make an impression sufficient to cause me to write it here.  and it was deserved.  very     good      dude.  he’ll never in the world read this and he shouldn’t.  i hope he wins the lottery and surfs every shore in the world.  my favorite quote:  ‘dude, i’m 22, i know how this world works.’  the world according to nick would be a pretty good place.

i fit in at my national work conference last week.  still rocked the crooked trucker cap.  and the tatertatts.  drank too much and skipped a meeting or two, but i finally felt like me as me was fine to be.  i’ve been there enough for folks to know that i do my job well.  i wouldn’t be there otherwise.  i am good at what i do and my style is my style.  i’m professional and i can talk the talk.  we win awards a lot of the time, although our style is a little different than other regions.  but the respect was there.  and it was nice to feel.  and made me want to act more respectfully.  to an extent.  :)

israel looks a lot different than i thought it would.

that’s it.

goodnight, fuckers.

the toad abides

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