My Friend.
My Brother.
My Principal.
Taught me humility in the face of what I saw as superfluous.
Stubbornness in the face of what i knew was ridiculous.
Anger in the face of what i knew was unjust.
How to be saddened without being weak.
How to Grieve without sinking into despair.
How to accept the knowledge others offered with gratitude without a feeling of entitlement.
How many people will not know what they missed.
Like you would say...Maybe God is trying to tell me something.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Take Home Chef.
In case you don't know, Take Home Chef is a show on TLC about an Australian guy who goes to the store to find people to help cook for someone back at their house, he gets the groceries and everything else they need and then cooks with them as a surprise for their husband, wife, partner, friend etc.
This show doesn't suck, but I have begun to notice something, more often than not, the women are at the very least attractive, at the most, devastatingly gorgeous. Not the typical frazzled, stressed out looking middle age housewives that we have all come to know and love, but like supermodels...or porn stars. Today it reached new levels when he was cooking with your usual stunning woman...when the doorbell rings, who is behind the door but another insanely pretty girl...listen Stone...i don't trust you. But where do you shop?
Love,
Garrett
This show doesn't suck, but I have begun to notice something, more often than not, the women are at the very least attractive, at the most, devastatingly gorgeous. Not the typical frazzled, stressed out looking middle age housewives that we have all come to know and love, but like supermodels...or porn stars. Today it reached new levels when he was cooking with your usual stunning woman...when the doorbell rings, who is behind the door but another insanely pretty girl...listen Stone...i don't trust you. But where do you shop?
Love,
Garrett
Monday, August 18, 2008
EVO MORALES.
http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5icZrFuWnQi36L3-KJnSKwKf-9Y5gD92GB0MG0
You are looking at a man who proposed his own recall election, and then won it. I wish our leadership cared enough about what we thought to do something like this. What a brilliant way to clear the air of any speculation that the majority of your people are with you, and to show your opposition that you are (even if they aren't) acting in the people's interests...I think it goes to show how out of touch some people can be with the wishes of their citizens and how in touch others can be simply because they came from among the people, and care to listen.
THAT IS DEMOCRACY!!!
Recognize it?
Didn't think so.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
The mounting cost of biofuels.
With gas at $4.00 a gallon, we're scrambling for ways to loosen oil's grip on our pockets. But lets not forget, not all costs are in silver and gold.
http://www.greenleft.org.au/2008/760/39277
America...we're finally getting serious about alternative fuels whichs is amazing. However we must be careful not to repeat the same mistakes we made with oil. Biofuel production can be accomplished responsibly, let's try it.
Garrett
http://www.greenleft.org.au/2008/760/39277
America...we're finally getting serious about alternative fuels whichs is amazing. However we must be careful not to repeat the same mistakes we made with oil. Biofuel production can be accomplished responsibly, let's try it.
Garrett
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
John McCain...wtf mate?
wow...telling colombia to improve human rights, even though...lets be honest, he's goin to support free trade to them no matter what...what a tough guy.
Thank John McCain for not having a job guys.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/02/us/politics/02mccain.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
Thank John McCain for not having a job guys.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/02/us/politics/02mccain.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Dad.
I have a Dad.
Yea pretty much everyone does huh? But for a large portion of my life, i think i neglected to realize that there was much more to having a father than the guy that was never around because he was working, and when he took a large interest in something i was doing it was because i was in trouble for doing it. My Dad works harder that just about anyone I know, and i think I didn't realize that either until a few years ago, yea i know that when youre a kiddo youre not really capable of completely understanding the sacrafices which your parents make for you. I knew my parents worked hard but i didn't fully appreciate that my life is a direct result of this hard work.
Yesterday my Dad and i worked all day in the yard, he came home early from work for the first time in forever, and we shoveled dirt, layed sod, tried burying frida (the puppy) and sweated our asses off. We've always connected in these instances, maybe its because i love manual labor, getting my hands dirty, and at the end of the day, my back hurts, my hands are blistered, im disgustingly filthy, sticky and smelly and i can see the direct result of my work. My Pops is the same way, when i think about all the things we've done over the years, since i was a kid...like when we built the tree house, or dug out the pond in the garden, or built a swing for my mama, and how much fun we always had in those rare instances when i wasn't too selfish or ignorant to recognize him reaching out to me.
We haven't always had the best relationship, we rarely shared interests, he's not as lefty liberal as i am, i don't always like the same music as he does, we like watching the history channel, but he's always falling asleep ha. Maybe because he spent the last 14 or 15 hours stressing himself out at work, busting his ass so we could have food and all the competely unnecessary things that kids want. Toiling all day so that i could play every sport i could think of when i was a kid. It's worth noting that he never ever ever missed a game. He rushed home every evening after work and ate his dinner in the car while he took me to practice, and stayed until the end, i can remember 1 or 2 times in 9 years that i had to get a ride home from a friend's mom or dad. He took me to the museums, to any weird place that i wanted to go even though he probably didn't dig it.
My dad didnt know his dad until he was around 30. I wasnt born for another 6 years, he already had 2 kids, and had a better sense of duty, family togetherness and responsibility to a family than most people who had the benefit of a father their whole life. Granted there are some things that my dad and i don't talk about, we have a bit of an awkward relationship and we don't often have deep conversations. If i was hungry i went to my mom, if i wanted something i went to my mom, when i needed to tell someone something, or talk to someone, i talked to my mom. I'm glad that i grew up and realized that us being not as close as alot of people i know are with their dads doesnt mean anything except that he didn't have that experience as a kid, but he still tried.
He's my dad...
He can't cook to save his life, except for a sandwich he makes every morning before work, that he carries in a plastic bag in his pocket because he's so busy he can't take lunch.
He can't name a band from the 60's or 70's, and if he can, probably never really liked them...but he introduced me to opera, orchestral and so many other forms of music that most people probably don't know exist.
He didn't teach me how to fish or swing a bat when i was a kid, my brothers did that, but he showed me the importance of craftsmanship, how to use a saw, how to hammer a nail and how to put something that was broken back together so that it never ever ever falls apart again.
He doesn't talk politics alot with me, but he is enough of an influence to keep me level headed about issues, probably why im not a card carrying psycho liberal...only a non-official member...
He's never gotten mad at me for something without explaining what i did wrong, and why he was angry.
The other day when i was arguing with one of my neighbors and things were about to come to blows (long story) he pushed the door open and im pretty sure together, we made that dude shit his pants.
He just made me cry...for the first time ever it's not because he was yelling at me, because i let the dog out of the front door, or broke something, but because he does everything he does for our family, he's at work right now dealing with all the bullshit that comes with his job so he can come home and have dinner with us while we watch the news and talk about our days.
Ha, i can't even wait for the pages of printed out jokes that are the very meaning of corny that he will show us every night.
Thanks pops...and everybody thinks the yard looks great, maybe we're a good team afterall.
<3
Garrett.
Yea pretty much everyone does huh? But for a large portion of my life, i think i neglected to realize that there was much more to having a father than the guy that was never around because he was working, and when he took a large interest in something i was doing it was because i was in trouble for doing it. My Dad works harder that just about anyone I know, and i think I didn't realize that either until a few years ago, yea i know that when youre a kiddo youre not really capable of completely understanding the sacrafices which your parents make for you. I knew my parents worked hard but i didn't fully appreciate that my life is a direct result of this hard work.
Yesterday my Dad and i worked all day in the yard, he came home early from work for the first time in forever, and we shoveled dirt, layed sod, tried burying frida (the puppy) and sweated our asses off. We've always connected in these instances, maybe its because i love manual labor, getting my hands dirty, and at the end of the day, my back hurts, my hands are blistered, im disgustingly filthy, sticky and smelly and i can see the direct result of my work. My Pops is the same way, when i think about all the things we've done over the years, since i was a kid...like when we built the tree house, or dug out the pond in the garden, or built a swing for my mama, and how much fun we always had in those rare instances when i wasn't too selfish or ignorant to recognize him reaching out to me.
We haven't always had the best relationship, we rarely shared interests, he's not as lefty liberal as i am, i don't always like the same music as he does, we like watching the history channel, but he's always falling asleep ha. Maybe because he spent the last 14 or 15 hours stressing himself out at work, busting his ass so we could have food and all the competely unnecessary things that kids want. Toiling all day so that i could play every sport i could think of when i was a kid. It's worth noting that he never ever ever missed a game. He rushed home every evening after work and ate his dinner in the car while he took me to practice, and stayed until the end, i can remember 1 or 2 times in 9 years that i had to get a ride home from a friend's mom or dad. He took me to the museums, to any weird place that i wanted to go even though he probably didn't dig it.
My dad didnt know his dad until he was around 30. I wasnt born for another 6 years, he already had 2 kids, and had a better sense of duty, family togetherness and responsibility to a family than most people who had the benefit of a father their whole life. Granted there are some things that my dad and i don't talk about, we have a bit of an awkward relationship and we don't often have deep conversations. If i was hungry i went to my mom, if i wanted something i went to my mom, when i needed to tell someone something, or talk to someone, i talked to my mom. I'm glad that i grew up and realized that us being not as close as alot of people i know are with their dads doesnt mean anything except that he didn't have that experience as a kid, but he still tried.
He's my dad...
He can't cook to save his life, except for a sandwich he makes every morning before work, that he carries in a plastic bag in his pocket because he's so busy he can't take lunch.
He can't name a band from the 60's or 70's, and if he can, probably never really liked them...but he introduced me to opera, orchestral and so many other forms of music that most people probably don't know exist.
He didn't teach me how to fish or swing a bat when i was a kid, my brothers did that, but he showed me the importance of craftsmanship, how to use a saw, how to hammer a nail and how to put something that was broken back together so that it never ever ever falls apart again.
He doesn't talk politics alot with me, but he is enough of an influence to keep me level headed about issues, probably why im not a card carrying psycho liberal...only a non-official member...
He's never gotten mad at me for something without explaining what i did wrong, and why he was angry.
The other day when i was arguing with one of my neighbors and things were about to come to blows (long story) he pushed the door open and im pretty sure together, we made that dude shit his pants.
He just made me cry...for the first time ever it's not because he was yelling at me, because i let the dog out of the front door, or broke something, but because he does everything he does for our family, he's at work right now dealing with all the bullshit that comes with his job so he can come home and have dinner with us while we watch the news and talk about our days.
Ha, i can't even wait for the pages of printed out jokes that are the very meaning of corny that he will show us every night.
Thanks pops...and everybody thinks the yard looks great, maybe we're a good team afterall.
<3
Garrett.
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