Definition

October 26th 2007

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OF-qhv3nVBE

October 26th 2007
Yeah so the interlude was reallly like an interlude if you watched it all in a row so far, so far. That’s lovemaking’upt man! Fcuk’ed up is the real translation so to speak with a courteous mispelling at the end for my daughter Sadie who already knows what’s what anyway so where’s the point dude? It’s in between play; it’s the whole time it takes to wander around. What is an interlude? What is what? What is is? Or is is what the fuck? Well the whole ‘the the’ thing is a whole bunch of words that can say the same thing but not the very same thing every time right …. ? And if that’s so than everything that we say is not the same and therefore nothing is oblivious or obvious, except the same thing right?

October 28th 2007
Tonight I sit restless while I stand and pace
As the earth moves underneath my feet
While songs fill my head with reasons
A hunger I can’t resist

December 19th 2006
At the age of 40 I’m now thoroughly convinced that people who believe in their ideas and follow through, are more likely to succeed than those that don’t, or be the others who can play a game with certain resources given to those for free and lead an even less spectacular existence, while at the same time living their own ideas, and therefore achieving the same kind of dream; but not really if you know what I mean; or maybe I don’t. Though I ‘m pretty sure I do. I think …..

January 4th 2007
My dreams are so clear and vivid here, and it seems too that some of the dreams like last nights for example, are reoccurring. Other than my dreams all is nice here in Kona, Hawaii. My only regret is that Sadie and I won’t get to spend time together in Toronto, as father and daughter in our own home, instead of guests in someone else’s home to whom I love dearly. It’s now just after six in the morning of January 4th 2007, and I’m looking west toward the Pacific Ocean listening to the sea roaring down below as a cruise ship trolls back and forth while it’s passengers sleep. Much like it is here, eveyone sleeping soundly. I must admit though I feel quite sad and lonely quietly writing here before the sun has risen. And as I mentioned before, I miss Sadie already, and she’s still here with me now. I think I prefer writing in the still of the night than the calm before the morning. Now, what were my dreams from this night … oh I can’t quite remember though I know I was feeling calm and yet trapped and lacking fredom. Well the automatic sprinklers have just begun to spray their mist upon it’s wealthy sod, and the gecko’s are hunting upon ceilings, while the blue grey cloudy sky is brightening ever so slightly. Today we are going snorkeling at captain cook and hopefully to see some dolphins too. Ahh, I hear the northern cardinal chirping good morning in a different voice, and the palm trees sound like the sea. What a life it is to live in such a climate surrounded by such extraordinary beauty and ultimately within an ocean itself. Being here on this island really does feel like one is experiencing the original beginnings of time on earth, and we haven’t even ventured to volcano yet.

FTG

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