anatomy of this man.

      Eyes to see events and patterns.                The colors as they come alive.
       Every flicker of light - twitch               of a dog’s whisker; burned in.
        They’re sensitive - the windows             unto which he feel life around.
          Ears to hear the sounds around          be it danger or his given name.
            And lips made to pucker; lips made to kiss; lips made for a straw.
	      A tongue to taste the intricacies of cooking. A tongue to feel 
	       - the burn of a hot beverage or the icy, sharp pain of cold.
	        Sometimes a wicked, lashing tongue to stand up in talk.
	          Hands not soft, but not rough - to do work and create.
		 to grasp a camera; lift a chair; sweep her off her feet.
		    fingers to hold the pen and fingers to type prose.
		    Fingers to firmly grasp a knife and fingers to tie
		      knots and straps (or untie them) - “in bed”.
		        Hands to protect, not fight. Hands to heal.
			A mind to think and grow - to learn and
			  UNDERSTAND. A mind to mold and also
			    a mind to prevent from moulding.
			     fearless heart to nourish love.
			       The same heart to be given.
			         The heart that beats and
			          sustains life; have it
			            torn out - broken.
			      	     A heart to heal.	
			               All in sync.
                                        One place
                                          In me.

stem bocce

I had the day off in the afternoon yesterday and wandered over to Stem, which just opened. I was particularly interested in the garden and wondered what kind of things they had planted. Now I know. The space is incredible and I had a great time with a pastry and a cup of coffee. After taking a look at the incredible greens they were growing, I was invited to play bocceball by a group nearby. GOOD STUFF! I’ll be back.

i had a weekend (sortof) amazing!

It’s been a while since I’ve had a full weekend to gather my thoughts and explore. A few weeks ago, I picked up a new mirrorless camera – the Sony a6000. I decided to take the plunge into mirrorless because it’s so compact, but still offers the quality and versatility that I want. I took my full camerabag on a hike in Oakland on Saturday, but ended up only using the Sony. The shots from my hike are all from the Sony. I shot in RAW and did a little bit of editing in Lightroom, but the results speak for themselves. It’s a great camera, although I’m still getting used to it’s quirks. Look for a full post on my impressions in the near future.

On Sunday, I stopped by Oakland Supply Co. before I got called into work. I picked up a Moss + Twig mini-planter for my airplant as well as a canvas lunch bag. I used to love bagged lunches (I know, it’s a thing) and now I can have a reusable one and relive my childhood!

dish-pit wisdom dishes

Amid the hustle and bustle there is dish-pit wisdom,
	all this coming from the systemic rhythm
		of slamming cups and clattering dishes,
	if only that would stop, one wishes.

But it always goes on for hours at a time,
	washing away the scent of rosemary, thyme, and lime-
		cilantro dressing as it cascades down,
	into the large sink and catch-basin,
		and a break. Is all. You’re chasin’.

Dish-pit wisdom offers lessons on life,
	a little reminder of hot, cold, wet, and strife,
		we’re thrown about in an endless tidal wave,
	of customers eating and leaving - always their slave.

And so the stewards toil in the back,
	planning, plotting, and waiting for the best angle of attack
	As the dishes come and your hands are prunes, 
		you keep your mind busy and wash the spoons,
		because they’re running out up in front,
		and finding them now is a treasure hunt.
	The clock keeps ticking and time speeds up,
		and then you realize they also need more cups...

This goes on all night long, outside of your control,
	as the hot and cold water chills your soul,
		you want nothing more than for it to end,
		so that you can have time to mend and that’s when,
you really, truly, find a friend.

In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It’s important to combine the two in just the right amount.

Haruki Murakami

i can’t let you in maybe we're meant to keep secrets

It’s unfortunate that blogs only advocate happiness, positivity, and “being yourself”. Although I applaud the attempt at enlightening the population and inspiring people to reach for something right outside their grasp, those posts are missing something. What ever happened to balance in life? The yin and yang, light versus dark, black versus white? There’s a reason things are presented in a binary way and as polar opposites. No one is advocating the area in between the two, as most things are a spectrum, but we can’t let ourselves and our generation become tunnel-visioned into thinking that one lifestyle rules them all. You know what happens when we are all alike and we all live the same way, think the same way, and eat the same things? We die. That’s right. Mother nature looks down and goes, HAH look at the humans. They’re carbon copies of each other, so let’s test their hardiness and send them an asteroid. Something like that.
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