vLog Unspecial 05: Lullaby

Good evening Space Travelers all timeouts come to an end and when you've got something to say (or sing), you should do it. No sense in dying with your music still inside.



It's not the greatest recording, and the urge to erase and rerecord was very strong, but I'm okay with it not being perfect. Anyone can be impressive, and singing into a desktop mic on a webcam in my gym clothes: Not charming. I guess no matter how I was clothed, I'd still at some level feel naked. shaaring this kind of thing is very personal and intimate.

I feel like many things are changing in me lately, and not just physically. I hope to share many of those things here, and perhaps with a melody at times. This boy has a song.

Sweet Dreams Space Travelers.

Time Out

Feel the burn Space Travelers. I've been going through lots of great changes as of late. I will be blogging a lot in the near future, but not here. I've been struggling to keep up on the posts here due to many new life changes. You can read about what I'm doing at my newest blog venture: The Metrics of Me.

Chapter 31, Verse 1: Take-Off, Death, and Taxes

Good Evening Space Travelers. I've been flying around a lot lately. I have recently been to San Diego to visit family and most recently to St. Louis for a wedding. I was supposed to go to Vail, Colorado, but I missed my flight. Stupid me, but I didn't lose any money on it. All this taking off and landing has increased the frequency in a activity I do when I'm on planes.

I acknowledge my mortality.

As the plane takes off, I think about it crashing. It is something I think about every time a plane takes off or lands. I thought about how this could be my last moment alive. I felt okay about things. The people I love, they know I love them. I felt pretty free and at peace.

I guess to me, mortality is more than death. When I'm acknowledging it, I'm not just digesting the idea of no longer being alive. I'm thinking of myself in terms of the finite. I do not believe in an afterlife, nor reincarnation. This is my one life, and so when I think about mortality, I think about what I'm doing with my one life.

Often, after thinking about mortality makes me feel like I need to give more. It makes me inspect my relationships. I take a snapshot in my head of whoever I'm thinking about as the wheels leave the ground, and when I land, I make sure to contact them in the week to see how they are.

If I'm to trace this back, I think it goes back to my father. He always told me to treat everyone like it was the last time I would see them. It wasn't some message of impending doom nor was it as morbid as it sounds. It didn't inspire guilt either. I've just wanted to live free of that kind of burden.

It would bee terrible of me to leave others with an unresolved feeling if (for example) we had an argument. I wouldn't want someone to have to feel that way.

Benjamin Franklin says that only two things are for sure in life: Death and Taxes. Having said that, in 2010, I'm celebrating my annual tradition of putting it off until the very last minute.

And just because I felt like it, here is some more flash art courtesy of Facebook and free time.

Bring on Spring

Hello Space Travelers, I think the snow is almost melted and maybe I'll get to ride LBJ this week if it gets up to 50 degrees and it's dry outside. Here's a little something fun I drew on facebook.