" grease girl "

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when you actively make an effort to pursue a dream, it can manifest in so many ways. dreams and ideas inspired by dreams, have the power to change the conversation. we rarely take great chances in our normal day-to-day, but if you got a sign from a dream, one in which an accomplishment or desire was fully realized, how could you but see it through?

let's build a mountain of mashed potatoes, swim in space, burrow deep into the earth and meet the dwellers of the deepest caverns only to discover that it's a mirror plane of existence whereby the surface of their world is the core of ours...what?!

less troubling and more challenging are those dreams you seek out which require research, dedication, gumption, verve, panache, creativity, hard labor, failures, and ultimately incremental successes and progress. when a dream becomes a reality, it completely alters the trajectory of your day, week, month, year life.

tonight's homework:

take a chance on yourself. be bold, brave, optimistic, and above all, don't forget to ask for help. there is no shame in not knowing or understanding; allow others to fill in the gaps to your momentary confusion.

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bonus:

peep out my very good friend grease girl, and support her in the continually-realizing dream-made-reality of her adventures as a hot-rodding garage DIY enthusiast mechanic, and all around amazing adventurer. in her own words, 

"Inspiring the world, one grease monkey at a time, to get in the garage and get greasy! Grease Girl is a place to learn, share and delve into the hot rodding lifestyle.
Whether it’s a specific garage DIY you’re looking for or just want to dive into the journey of a fellow car loving gal, you’ve found the right place. Enjoy learning and laughing along with the adventures you find here on Grease Girl…and then go out and create your own!"

bonus bonus!

peep out a few pics i shot for her on my visit to socal. and really enjoy her passion for cars; it is contagious!

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" the hustle is real "

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gotta get out there and show em whatcha got.

blood, sweat, and tears.

 

step out and over the line,

make the sacrifices you need to make,

and propel yourself into the world at ludicrous speed.

 

we're not crawling anymore,

we're going the plaid, and you are going to do fantastic things.

 

tonight's homework:

take a cold shower so that you reinvigorate your dreams.

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" what do you got to give? "

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up at dawn with the winds howling through the curtains. eyes open and staring upward towards the ceiling. no anxieties today, no woes, no worries, nothing but the fire of collected energies.

i dreamt of smiling faces in the darkness; their teeth and eyes lit up underneath the lampposts. i am in a car moving slowly down the streets towards a neighborhood of empty houses. 

my curiosity leads me in a direct line towards you. the tethers of this line frayed and worn, though it is the most resilient of lines. behind me all of the weight of experience and memory. how heavy it is, how massive, how substantial, and how moving.

there is no solace in purely maintenance of the skills anymore; what else do you have to say? what else do you have the capacity to evolve for? is there an answer? is there only the question?

tonight's homework:

consider all angles, make sound decisions on the information at hand, take action, and whatever the consequences, know that you in the least accomplished one more item on the path to self-actualization.

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" standing in line wishing "

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no more looking around the corner for something better, no more second guessing yourself without reason, no more beef with anyone, no more seemingly sly comments in the crowd to elevate oneself, no more holding a drink just to fill a hand, no more shuffling when you could be dancing, no more skirting the issue, no more hint hint nudge nudge, no more asking someone to ask, no more coming back with no more information than when you left, no more entertaining ideas actions or people who do not add to the forwarding of all, no more time for this b.s., no more wasted energies plural, no more limitless self-doubt in the face of potential success.

tonight's homework:

dare to look silly in the face of a true moment of embarrassment, even if it's all in your head.

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" rapid prototype "

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the formation of an idea comes hard and fast like a thunderclap lightning strike, or slow like the movement of pitch. however it manifests, the process is the gold brick we forget we crave.

two planets of thought and intent, orbiting around one another with the knowledge that getting too close is the whole point, will of their own motivation gravitate and pitch their creative woo.

it is in the stride where we find the meaning, in the dance where we cultivate our sense of play, and in the embrace where we find ourselves whole and with purpose.

tonight's homework:

take a bath, take a break, take a walk, cook your own meal. have good times.

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" treehouse for lost girls "

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stuttered short breaths upon arrival, followed by a stillness. there gaze met mine, and i felt one with the earth below my feet. i felt removed from all things, save the moment which extended past a sense of linear time, as if a delicious creamy taffy stretched and pulled beyond the comprehension of its purpose.

all i could see were those beautiful brown bodies, those soft shoulders with the shadows dancing upon them, the dappled sunlight upon their necks, and static piercing double pairs of eyes looking at me, into me, through me.

the waft of saltwater shied over the eaves of adjacent homes, and grazed over their thighs, through their unkempt hair, over their exposed knees, around their entirety. minutes passed, hours, days, years...eons. it takes seemingly forever to make a first contact, and we were not at all in any rush. it was easily one of the most glorious and entrancing scene i had come upon.

my beguiling sirens; i saw them there through the linen sheets, hanging to dry. looking up, lovely angled limbs, swaying and dangling. i found them there in the thick of the summer's afternoon heat. the skies would not give, and delivered no rain for weeks on end.

tonight's homework:

know that just around the corner, amazing things are waiting for you to behold, be challenged,  and understand them. don't remain still for too long; the world remains in motion, and you must meet its movements if you wish to truly engage.

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" parallel galaxies: a dream "

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everyone is close or in the least nearby. the sun hangs low and true; no clouds are in the sky today. i can see tears forming in the eyes of one of the girls, but they are not of pain or sorrow. these are the tears of us completing our escape; these are the tears of revelation and how our lives have just changed forever.

we are walking into the thrift store. i forget whose idea it was, but it was a good one. i walked straight to the used electronics section and knelt down to see if there were any new wares come in. radio, radio, boom box, a few universal remotes sans battery doors, and then there they are...very used but original polaroid cameras. one was a black 600 classic clamshell model, plastic with a rainbow strip down the face.

opening it up, i could hear the high-pitched frequency of a battery sending its energy into the embedded flash unit; this was the tune of angels whispering in the afternoon. the other camera turned out to be a curious one-off camera projector unit which still whirred into action. the only drawback being, you needed to plug it in for it to operate. at $15 dollars i thought to get it, but then remembered i didn't have anywhere to put it; i have so much stuff at home.

in the distance i could hear the BART trains passing by. the whole world slowed down and everything in my vision turned fuzzy as if reality were being disturbed. everything returned to normal after a brief flicker of white noise.

we made our way to the baseball game to stretch out the time, although for the life of me, i couldn't remember what we were waiting for. because of the abruptness of our shifting plans, i had to buy the tickets at the kiosk. the total price came to $11K, which i thought was too much for any game, but what other choice did we have? evening came and the air cooled. the large screen came on, and we all looked up. it was an image of the game being played, but when i gazed down at the field, it was empty, like a pristine lawn. all of the attendees were there, but no players. the stars came out high above in the sky. it seemed that this was what we were waiting for, and we all looked at each other smiling.

the announcer blared a welcome over the loudspeakers. he pointed out that there were special guests at the ballpark, and for everyone to look up, straight up and deep into the heavens. there sat amongst the moon-illuminated clouds, intertwined like twin celestials in the night sky, two immense deities taking great interest in the orbiting planets, their shimmering star-parts glowing and flickering about one another, and each one completely uninterested in the pursuits or desires of mankind.

tonight's homework:

go to bed early, you need your rest.

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" i am encouraged "

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lost and found negs. they were never lost, just that thing when you hide your most treasured treasures, in the hopes of securing them from being misplaced or mistreated...then you forget about them.

just for a brief time though. not long enough to forget ever taking them, developing them, cutting them down into strips, storing them in slips, and placing them in a magazine and underneath a few large books to make them flat under the pressure.

when i found them in that secured, safe, hidden and rediscovered place...endless elation and a breath held tenuously for three days of manic searching and recounting was exhaled.

tonight's homework:

take better notes.

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" animal kingdom "

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the natural order, and making the attempt at making sense of it all. where do i fit in? who is an alpha, and are there any zetas? does it matter? why not reel in the beauty of the full day just for a minute; the sky glows and deepens in color, then blackened and pinprick'd the heavens reveal themselves. who can deny the awesomeness of this life?

feeling the dips and hollows of my skull with my eyes closed. the completeness of my body and the structure within. seeing where the skin meets the muscle meets the bone meets the spirit, and how we are anchored by these forms, and released by the imagination.

listening to an NPR program where the term"kaizen" is referenced and defined broadly as meaning, "continuous improvement." knowing that i too am seeking a sense of kaizen in my life, and the thought that i am driven and fueled by the parameters of this concept, even before knowing what it has been called in other languages. maybe i need to learn more languages.

all the animals in the garden are set loose, and mingling although encouraged may prove deadly. but how i am up for this daily activity; to seek and find more meaning in this existence. to know of a way, and continuously stray from the path, only to find myself criss-crossing it over again throughout all time.

tonight's homework:

keep asking the questions, and make it a to-do to seek out answers, even if you never find them satisfactory enough; create your own answers, and find a state of bliss.

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" a moment before what's to come "

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body sore and filled with aches from sitting and editing. malnourished, dehydrated, eyes blinking less while allowing more phosphors to radiate from monitor directly into my brainstem.

it's a shock that i lasted this long. laying down felt nice for a moment, a quick cold shower to reinvigorate the senses and constitution, and now looking outside my windows, i can see it is one of the most ideal hot, sunny, slightly breezy, humid summer sundays.

trying to actively get work done on such a day like this is a self-imposed torture, but i know it pays off in the end. no one knows or cares to know what a creative does away from the time you see them in person. they all require results and a gradual increase in output, speed, and quality.

and though it remains tough, i relish in the opportunity to factor in my own growth, satisfaction, and sense of accomplishment. get the job done on the day off, to live for the week and take care of the tasks which lay ahead, to take care of business on the next days off, lather, rinse, repeat.

tonight's homework:

fall in love with the process and get your hands dirty. take breaks every so often to hydrate, shower, and remember to pee. intense creativity often leads to skirting personal hygiene.

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" towards open waters "

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all wrapped up, tied with a bow, headed away from home towards southern shores. 

standing in front of my childhood home with my eyes closed, my mind meanders through recent memories, then slowly everything falls away, and i can smell the ocean on the breeze.

i don't know where i'm landing, or what will be awaiting me, but right now, in this moment, everything is on course. 

tonight's homework:

do a fancy dance.

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" the melody lingers "

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awash underneath the dappled waves as the frequency tremors with such clarity. i'm slipping into the depth of the lower register.

from inside the walls of my chest, past the musculature, past the fourth and fifth ribs,  the decibels reaching down, down and into my bones.

this song, this old beautiful mournful song bellows throughout, and is remembered and noted. our lives have changed. we are no longer those children, and what lovely times we have had so far apart.

and to find each other after such time passing. it is good to see that though the tune has altered, the melody lingers.

tonight's homework:

learn a new lullaby, then sing it aloud.

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" one afternoon "

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late in the nighttime, and thousands of miles away,

i remember that day, and how each moment was

a lifetime of laughter, creativity, collaboration, and

ultimately a rejuvenation of the soul.

it was a memorable span of time shared, and continues to invigorate my every day since.

tonight's homework:

write a poem in a foreign language, even if it your own native language.

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" in you, galaxies "

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you are the entire world; a body of bread and flesh, nourishment and protection. you are sublime in your strength and praised for your endurance. teach us what it means to make a promise and keep it.

woman, mother, soil, the base elements behind all living things. blessings follow you throughout your life. each mark of your giving nature and sacrifices remain across the expanse of your body. lovely blemishes blushing with the vigor of the eternal.

in your sinews, endless energy. in your eyes, boundless insight. in your heart, the sturdiness and fortitude to inspire every person on this world to be better, do better, and make great efforts to do right by our species for the progress of all.

in your hands, the promise of a new day blossoms. you are seen, known, loved, revered. you are the bringer of the first breath to our lips, and the last thought before going to sleep each night.

tonight's homework:

tell your mother those things you appreciate about her. in the absence of mother's who have passed on, tell the one you call mother now your gratitudes. it is never a bad time to remind people how they make you feel.

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" teacher, teacher "

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everyone has something to teach. a skill, a way of seeing, a song, a recipe. you are a wealth of information and techniques. at least once in your lifetime, there will come a time when something that you will teach to another will inspire, affect in a positive way, and change the course of a life.

there's such a beauty in those sorts of practical and life lessons, and there are so many numerous beautiful things to learn. how to whistle, a dance step, a method for darning a cloth, how to poach a fish, a helpful breathing exercise, how to touch-type, and on and on.

when you learn a new skill, you unlock a door. colors look more bold, flavors become enhanced and nuanced, and the senses light up and are further activated. it is in this manner of give and receive where we as a species will survive, flourish, renew, and find a way through it all.

tonight's homework:

make a gift, give a gift, expect nothing in return.

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" no one-trick pony "

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you stand before yourself in a reflected surface. sometimes you feel down at what you see, despite the fact that only the glory of outer universes in formation can match your dark beauty.

it's a tough time to align yourself with the unknowable, but when you have the sense that what is known is askew, when what you feel is this certain version of reality is off-kilter and misrepresentative, what is the alternative.

we are working hard every day to redefine this experience. one step forward or back, we do not live in a binary world anymore, so sometimes we need to sidestep negativity, self-loathing, and the mind's own blocks.

basic good manners, an eye for the fine details, a sense of bravery, a cautious nature overthrown by a more demanding sense of curiosity, repercussions be damned. you lead with guts and reaction built upon a base of passion, determination to write your own story, and an indelible will to be seen and understood

you did not create the words in your vocabulary, but you can rearrange them to reveal your truths.

tonight's homework:

live that life, seek those moments of amazement and satisfaction, multiple. eyes closed or eyes open, the wheel comes around.

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" long weekend "

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consider the afternoon light, how it wraps around the flora and the fauna, how it leaps over wide expanses of water, how it leans heavy through opaque rooftops casting its powerful rays as a dense, soft blanket of energy.

all doubt and wariness evaporate away into the air, and we become clouds. our bodies evolve into scattered atoms floating, lilting in the breeze. a daydream begins to manifest behind our closed eyelids.

we seek out this energy as if a lost valentine, and in finding ourselves immersed within it, we become the equivalent of loose molecules being held by folds of the universe.

tonight's homework:

lay out on your roof, or terrace, balcony, or in the park in the cool summer grass. bring snacks.

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" nature is winning: storytime "

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at night, you can hear the animals. they are out there during the daytime too, but it's in the darkness where they have learned we are more off our guard. ever since the grid went down, the fossil fuels depleted, and the water wells became tainted, we have had to survive on very strange means.

this is the time where we become more unified as a species, and allow ourselves to embrace our animalistic nature. we are from the same earth as all other things on the planet. there is no need to believe we are higher in the food chain or in the intelligence quotient just because we have done so well thus far.

algae production for water and nutrients, massive desalinization efforts, and protein rations. everything from the dystopia stories are coming to fruition in a very strange yet serious way. but what hope we have in this time.

such creativity and brainstorming. such revelry for all science over religious faith alone. this is the dawn of the next chapter of man. these are the times for forgiveness, for understanding across differences.

right before dawn breaks is when we all tend to get up now. tend to the land, and take care of the soil, the existing waters, the trees, the flora and the fauna. times are blessed, and our future remains bright.

tonight's homework:

do a science experiment, no matter how simple. expand your view of the universe.

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" brain jelly "

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after five days straight of setting up and finessing a new RAID array for my photography files (and everything else digital to be organized), this above is what my head feels like.

a gelatinous, shifting, malleable, beautiful, organic fractal, capable of all things except proper sleep hours and socializing. this has been and continue to be a great exercise in DAM (digital asset management) workflow regulation.

if anything, over the years i've been honing in on my personal organizational structure, one key thing come to mind: create a true folder structure which makes sense, is repeatable throughout the years, and remains flexible for files which are important, but may not ultimately fit in the initial design.

we always think we have the best laid plans, the greatest idea, the bulletproof workflow. but life is not like a rigid cabinet; life is a winding, meandering, curious child, and is relentless in its search for a greater truth.

i hope that at the end of this, my style of keeping all my stuff organized can spill out into the real world. who knows, a clean DAM hierarchy could lead to a clean computer system, a clean deskspace, tidy room, folded clothing, a life with a pattern designed to remain intact, and of course leave room for  a bit of wanderlust.

tonight's homework:

start somewhere, make a move, get on it, dance break, water break, make your life into a gold brick.

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" beguiling mysteries abound "

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the road the road, the winding roads. wherever shall we go? how will be get there? what will we do when we get there? what wonderment will we be a witness to along the way?

so many things, so many people, so much nature, so many details. everything is interesting. all things all things everything is marvelous.

you're sitting in a car going through long lined lanes. to your left, the mountains of an earth in deep formation; you're a blip, a pinpoint, a beautiful flourish on the land. to your right, a wide expanse of nourished vegetation; you're of the cycle, you have meaning, you are necessary.

behind you lies your foundation built through life lessons, and ahead the unyielding full force of the sun lashing its long rays and beams upon the gleaming band of horizon. you are beautiful, you are whole, you remain eternal.

tonight's homework:

learn something new about yourself and the world around you. remember to drink a tall glass of cool clean water.

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