2011

So I really have nothing new or interesting to say, right now I am hangin in an RV in a mountain setting, basically avoiding the assholes on amateur night. There is a bonfire outside, an extra pack of Reds in the Carhart and I am pretty much hunkered down for the next day or so.

The return back to work looms in the next few days but I am fortunate to have a job that feels like play, and we got some pretty cool projects waiting for us and a real nice clientele list being built. For instance I spotted two of our customers on national television tonight. No, not a fluke but we have several coaches and what not that frequent us.

So 2011 had its ups and downs but I am not a "Fuck 2011" guy, it seems to be a popular bandwagon to jump on. So yeah....another year, a few less hairs, a few more dollars. I got married, so that's a big deal I spose. The dog is losing her young-ness, meaning I now have to mostly lift her up into the truck for her beloved "rides" We were both pretty sad the day we discovered she could no longer "load up"

So there seems to be quite a few phrases in quotation marks here. Maybe we should move on.....Here's to Marlboro Reds on special occasions like tonight, more coffee than necessary, regular workouts in an old school gym with my work boots and blue jeans and old school most anything.

Absolute Body Control from soonaspossible on Vimeo.

Here's a snapshot of my previous life, and here's to another year

Errr....Uh

Because we haven't posted any new shit in a while

Because Will Oldham once told a heckler his face looks like an ass

Because I am typing this from the heart of my favorite small central Ohio town.

Because I need to keep this blog more updated more often.

Because



Christmas is over and I thought it was about time to give something back around here.

No....I'm not gettin all hippy dippy or nuttin....we will get a cool new gun or skull tattoo or something I promise

Fire Walking

I really have nothing cool strange or foreboding to say tonight. I got to thinking about this move earlier today while watching the rain. Standing at the bay door, coffee and cigarette drifting in the cool autumn breeze thinking of David Lynch genius, (he is a genius in my book)

This movie had more of an effect on my young life than I realized till later.

Sylva might have some Twin Peaks shit going on, plenty of insanity, motorcycles and bored teenage kids running around. Home of the ultra wealthy and dirt floor poor. We are a bit further from Canada though.

Green is it's color

Goldwing tires

Love that shit, gettin' older, a little more gravel a little less snowflake.

Far gone away and here i am again, looking like folks are able to see more of my scalp. I am beginning to see where older folks give a fuck less about dressing hip, fashionable or cool but why the hell don't more folks give a shit about putting together there own style. I mean style is not s'posed to be something from a magazine. Style is s'posed to be what you create for yourself, it should define you.

Lyle Lovett has done that, I still wonder why so many folks just crawl out of rocks though, could give a shit, I really do wonder these things. People are weird

Music

touch

So I am just about to reach out. Like in the old days when Bell Telephones had that slogan about reaching out and touching someone. I think the P.C Police may have put an end to that. Or maybe there was to much snickering around the water cooler after some executive did just that to his young secretary. Whatever it was I recall being just a young'n and knowing something was wrong with that ad campaign.

What I am about to do though is make a phone call after a prayer and meditation. Something to move us closer to the fullfillment of our dreams

Weaverville NC

Slack post I know but just so y'all see y'aint missin nuttin

OK, OK, so it has been quite a while and much has changed in the previous days but look pal......I got things to do.

More to come later but for now this musical interlude.