“i have my ship and all her flags are a flyin’.”

apparently, i take a lot of pictures of american flags.

how very patriotic of me.

it wasn’t until this 4th of july was practically over that i realized i’d been wearing a t-shirt with “CANADA” written in giant letters across my chest for the better part of the entire day.

how very un-patriotic of me.

by the way, ‘southern cross’ might just be one of the best songs ever. and if you aren’t already somewhat cozy with crosby, stills, & nash and the gloryglory of this diddy, then may i direct you to itunes. or your father’s record collection.

too bad david crosby went to the slammer on drugs and weapons charges just after it was recorded. [why do i know this???]

the reporter interviewing crosby after his arrest: “why were you carrying a gun?”

david crosby: “john lennon, man.”

 

. . . . . . . you can’t argue with his reasoning.

i’m pretty much completely ignoring you.

but i’m a little busy being this:

staring at this:

while doing a moderate amount of this:

before ending the day with this:

but feel free to check back a little later when i tell you about the time [like yesterday] that i fell off the top of the refrigerator while holding a pelican statue.

it was pretty awesome.

and it’s on video.

because why wouldn’t it be.

 

 

Location: not at work.

tuesdays were made to be beach days.

self-employment has perks.

Location:the beach. duh.

shoreline margaritas and other things i did while memorializing.

things i did over memorial day weekend:

went to the beach.

played with a puppy.

drank margaritas.

ate chicken wings and other things. and rhymed about it apparently.

loved a baby.

watched a couple of numbnuts play putt-putt in way-too-hot-for-putt-putt weather.

complained about how hot it was.

praised how hot it was.

thought about how lucky i am that i have known this friend since i was 14.

thought about how awesome it is to be best friends with someone i’ve known since i was 14.

rode in a car.

drove a car.

put gas in a car.

complained about spending my life savings on gas.

packed my car full of beach chairs and beach towels and a bike and a frisbee and coolers filled with ice and beer and snacks and then thought about living inside my car because i pretty much had everything anyone needs during the summer months.

then thought about how my favorite song is all about living in the back of your car and how ironic it was that i was considering doing just that.

then remembered i loved air conditioning.

and beds.

went to the pool which was closed because there was goose poop in the pool.

laughed at the concept of goose poop in the pool.

insisted that goose poop could not kill me and that swimming in the ocean couldn’t be any safer because sharks and people alike poop in the ocean and pay no mind to it whatsoever.

found out that some california lifeguards make over 200K a season and listened closely as my jaw went crashing to the floor.

thought about my red bathing suit that i was going to retire and realized that, instead, i needed to locate it as soon as i got home.

thought about california.

found my red bathing suit.

hoped i still remembered cpr.

thought about how awesome it would be to save someone’s life.

then thought about how awesome it is just to change someone’s life.

then became grateful for the people who gave UP their life.

for us.

for all of us.

even when they don’t know us.

and how that is the most awesome thing of all.

even more awesome than goose poop.

friday afternoon pov.

i started writing about the perils of doing 3 somewhat massive shoots in 36 hours and how it’s filmmaking suicide and how staying awake for 48 straight hours straddles a very thin line between overbooking oneself and simple stupidity and how one should never ever do that unless they’re completely out of their mind or broke and how since i am neither i can’t rationalize why i just don’t say NO sometimes and accept the fact that while it is flattering and good for the bank account to be in demand it’s also okay to not try and cram three 16-hour days into one and how people will still love you if you just chillthefuckout and only do what is slightly above normal.

and then i erased it.

because this is way more exciting than that:

IT’S OFFICIALLY SUMMER.

today was for recovering from the insanity of trying to be the best i can be and for sticking my face in the sun because i wanted to and not because i had to.

oh and in case you were wondering if running 5 miles after standing for 2 straight days is a good idea . . .

it’s not.

it’s just not.

don’t try it.

don’t think about it.

just don’t.

sit your ass down in a park and take some dumb photos of the sky.

or your feet in the sky.

and then go pull out your favorite bathing suit and oversized towels from the top shelf.

because tomorrow is a beach day.

happy summer, trillas.

my dawgs suck and so does big blue.

the only reason – ONLY reason – i am at all okay with the loss of summer and the transition into what will soon become the dread of winter is football season.

but with my alma mater in shambles and the home team down at the meadowlands looking like anything but the super bowl champs they were a few years ago, i am officially boycotting the change of season and considering an absence without leave.

so i started with a trip down the delaware. and it helped.

so until next weekend when i’m so sure i will have to subject myself to some more misery and, quite honestly, uninspired boredom, i will be planning said bout of absence without leave.

anyone interested in quitting their job for a few months and doing something 100% rad, give me a shout. because this is going to be epic.