We the UnderDawgs up in dis, bitch.

I have always and will continue to champion for the underdogs.  Except for Rudy.  I met him in my youth, asked him to sign my Notre Dame tee shirt, and he took it.  I guess someone else needed that tee shirt a little more than I needed his stupid signature.

And I hate Notre Dame now.  It was where I wanted to go to college, a young, bright catholic boy from the cornfields of Southern Ohio.  I ended up in the CUM dumpster.  And that really sucks.

I do have a little bit of pride for my highly discriminatory alma mater, they did make it to the NAIA national title game this year.  They got their asses stomped, but as any Ohio State fan will tell you, getting to the game is a very nice consolation.  Huge amounts of exposure.

My favorite team is the Browns.  The Clowns.  They just fired the Chud.  Maybe they should hire me as a head coach.

Or my boy Jake Orr-Zody.

We used to be the Rams.  Left for the beautiful shores of LA.  Ended up in the gateway to the West St. Louis.  Beautiful arch, World Series contender Cardinals every year, and Super Bowl Champion used to be CLEAVEland Rams.

Have you heard of a man named Art Modell?  He was the owner of the Cleveland Browns franchise that ended up winning multiple Super Bowl Championships for the shitty city of Baltimore.  The same hallowed franchise that owns multiple AFC championships from football's glory days.

The Browns have a lot of draft picks this year.  They will get this ship right, and I guarantee, you will see me laughing in the end.  It will be me laughing at you, for not being a Brown's fan.

There is NO CRYING IN BASEBALL!!

Listening to some G.O.O.D. damn music this morning and typing like it is my motherf*@^ng job.

Its funny how men are conditioned to think that crying is not masculine when the opposite happens to be really the case.  My boi Knowshon Moreno, my favorite football player not on the Browns, is an example of manly men who knowshon that some tears are ok.

Had me a good cry just this morning.  And it wasn't because I was sad about any one particular thing.  In fact, it was more of a melange of all of the hurt I have experienced in my life mixed with all of the joy and happiness I receive from all of the goodwill people have displayed over the years.

The booze and the 'dro and the pills only delay the inevitable.  You clean yourself up and the feelings come rushing right back.  A little time and experience helps one to realize that we experience these feelings for a reason...to evolve our character into something better, faster, stronger.

We are not robots.  We are supposed to have ups and downs, and as human beings we will experience our share of failure from time to time.  But even the dirty old stinkin' coal that I received for Christmas can with time and unimaginable pressure eventually turn into flossy diamonds.

Plus, once you've cried, you actually feel a lot better!  And you move on.

Just a few things I am lookin' forward to....taking a Jeopardy quiz next week to see if I can't get on Trebek's nerves like white on rice and make some cash money.  Publishing my second novel which is really quite close to being ready.  I think it will be something I can look back on some day and be proud of.   I enjoy reading it at the very least, and I think I can be pretty critical from time to time so it will receive my seal of approval.

Anyhow, better get back to it.  Like I always say...deez books don't write dem'selves.  One Love.  Ach.

Its Xmas thyme

So its that time of year again.  I used to love Christmas.  Now I am just happy to get it over with as soon as possible.  It is funny how time changes things.  A big part of why I don't like Christmas is that I am single AF and everyone else seems to be having the time of their lives with their partners.  I fell in love a couple of times.  Each time I ended up with the same results.  A heaping plate of heartache.  Now that I am older and building up barriers, it seems more and more likely that I will remain this way for the long haul. 

And you know what, I am not fine with that.

But, I will learn to manage that much I tell you.

The thing that keeps me going is fellowship.  I would say that I have some pretty good friends, and my friends give my life a little more meaning.

I wish I felt God's presence more this time of year. Afterall, aren't we supposed to be celebrating the birth of his only begotten Son?   That is God's love made human, for all of mankind.  It is weird that as a follower of God I should feel so empty this time of year.

Alas, the days grow longer, and my heart beats stronger.  I look forward to another year of life, so I can complain some more next Christmas.

If you are a reader.

Then it is my dying wish to know who you are.  Leave a post.  You are not a ghost.  Just to showst.  Who reads this crap.

Adam

New website

You should check this out.  It is my website, bitches.

If you haven't bought my book yet, shame on you.  If you have bought my book and haven't bought a second just out of sheer amazement at the fact you just read such a phenomenal story, well shame on you but I forgive you.  If you have bought 2 or more copies, then kudos my friend.

Adam

I am sorry if this is a bit unsettling...

But I have had several visions over the course of my lifetime which lead me to believe I am on my last year on the mortal coil.  The number 32 for some reason is emblazoned in my cranium as the year....and to be honest, I have grown to peace with it.

In a lot of ways, seeing this year as the last year of your life, you let go of a lot of things that you have held onto your entire life...you realize it is just dead weight...

You learn to enjoy the little things again.  And in a lot of ways I imagine you see the world like a new born.  Everything is magical and full of meaning.  You learn to realize that everything is transient, and you start to appreciate the world in a way that you have always wanted to but never had the time for.

I may or may not be correct about the whole 32 thing.  It has always been on my mind.  And now it is nigh, and I feel like every day is a race to put as much as I can into whatever it is I have to write.  When you are on the precipice of your own mortality, you have the opportunity to create a lasting body of work.  Which is why I continue writing fiction.  It is something that I want to give that I may never live to see come into some degree of acceptance or success.  Which is fine.

This world is but one of many.

And I am ready for whatever real

I know it has been more than a minute.

But I am here.  And so are you.

I am a little behind on my projected release date for my second novel and for that I apologize profoundly.  If there is something that I learned from the first publishing experience it is that an unfinished/unpolished book is a blemish as a writer that is hard to recover from.  This time I won't release it until I am completely ready in spite of my failed attempts to stay on a certain schedule.

I am pretty sure smart phones should be called stupid phones.  They aren't really that smart yet.  I was texting and driving the other day (I know bad and I am not proud of this or condoning this sort of behavior in any form or fashion) ...but I am telling you this is a very inconvenient discovery to make while you are trying to drive and send coordinates to another individual all at the same time.  I am trying to type Chillicothe, and automatically it starts jumping to conclusions about what it is I am trying to express.  "Yeah, I just left...Columbia......Chicago......Chile...I am getting frustrated because I want it to pick the right damn city so I can auto move on to my next sentence....and finally after entering five letters it figures out what I meant and I have literally never typed any of those words onto my phone in any text format EVER.

I want to throw this damn thing out the window some day.  But you know what they say, don't let baby out with the bath water, or something like that.  I don't know what that statement really means or how it pertains to my stupid phone.  The thing drives me crazy.

Just so you know, I am two days removed from my addiction to texting while driving.  I won't do it any more because I realized that all that really matters in this world is our "footprint" so to speak on the world at large....and I don't want to be that person that accidentally slams into a family of five head on because of something that could have been totally prevented. 

Maybe I should be called stupid, like the stupid phone....

I will let you make that decision (as if you haven't already), but regardless, it is important to remember that at every juncture in this reality we are given the opportunity to change our future.  And repeating mistakes is anti evolutionary at the very core, so the sooner we learn from our mistakes, the better...and better late than never.

In all seriousness.

I am working out the details on the book tour.  I have also started a website that I will be running my blogs and book sales through, all while documenting the release of my second novel and the cross country bike tour to promote the book immediately thereafter.

I will no longer be relying on any assistance other than that which I generate through book sales.  So help me afford my next meal and make sure to buy one or all of the following: my first book, hardback and on Kindle, a soon to be released audiobook for the Cave and the Code, and then my second novel, which I hope to have followed up by a third novel shortly thereafter.

A

Have you missed me?

This is my first blog entry in like a hot minute so please excuse me if I am a little rusty.  And I am not talking about a rusty trombone, although I did play one like a bad mother lover in high school..not that you pervert.  I was literally in the trombone section, and the instrument I was given was a rusty POS.

 Rusty Bellies, the point where all this rusty business is going, was a really nice place to eat in Tarpon Springs.  It was Thursday evening, all the seniors were out (isn't that what Southern Florida is?) in numbers.  Being that there were no phillies in the crowd, my mind raced and paced and panted and twerked, back and forth over and over again trying to figure out where to go with this damn second novel.

I tell you, the son of a bitch has been maddening.  I do not wish being a writer upon anyone.  It is torturous, trying to keep story lines coherent and your voice interesting all while trying to appeal to some retard you don't even know.

I will get the book done shortly, that I promise.  I will also be releasing an audio book on-line soon.  That is for the lazy motherfuckers who don't like to read or can't read good or for the people who just have too much money and they want to support a brother's cause.

I am also toying with an idea, which involves a lot of bicycling....It's called a book tour, yeah, even gypsy writers got to get the word out.  These things don't just market themselves.  You actally have to do something!

I might be making my great bicycle trek sooner than I had anticipated.  That is all for now.

Just a little heads up

As most of you know by now the Kentucky situation didn't work out.  I was not ready, as a lower evolved organism, to live with Jon Stein.  He took me in, gave me everything I needed and then some, but at the end of the day I fell short of the person I needed to be in that situation, and my de evolved state was something that could have thrown the ship off course.  In my best Jon Stein way, I thought through all of my options, and as such decided to go alone.  Some people are always entangled in the quantum ether, and that doesn't necessarily mean they need to be in close proximity of one another.

What I am planning to do now is to do a little bike riding.  My list of things to do this month, in no particular order:
-Publish second novel.
-record audio book for first novel.
-record video for youtube, highlighting my impending bicycle journey that will take me all over America.

So, if you just crapped your pants with delight, go ahead and clean yourself up.  I am back in the ball game.

Adam C Honnold

Really trying.

I know sometimes life can be really trying.  And I am trying a little right back.  That being said, jail was a breeze.  Kentucky, on the other hand, blew my mind into a million tiny pieces.  So here I am back in Ohio.  Trying to decide whether or not I should keep writing.  I don't know where this life is taking me, and I surely don't know where this road goes, I always find myself back at square one. 

So that being said, I have a fire to light.

As you read this...

I will be sitting in jail. Getting some of my writing done hopefully if they let me have paper and a pen.  Lots of great literature has been written under lockdown.  It isn't supposed to be fun, but at the very least, shouldn't jail still be "productive"?

This is what you get for driving "too close" to a cop car when there is no one else on the streets.  When you put yourself in a position to give the pigs a chance to find some kind of fault in what you are doing, then you are responsible for dealing with the consequences.  Just know that I have learned my lesson and justice is being served.

What is that lesson?  That if you are the only person on the streets with a cop, get out of town as soon as possible.  You are the most likely person to get accused of something minor and petty simply by default.  And not to trust those that are in positions of authority.  Congratulations America.  George Orwell was correct.  Aldous Huxley was correct.  Lil Wayne...was correct.

It is interesting how you can be listening to a song promoting misogynistic behavior and drunken driving and then hear a commercial about how cops are cracking down on drunken driving all on the same station and within 10 minutes of one another.  Is it any wonder why the country is going to hell in a hand basket?  Just look at the double standard that is being set by our media?  Just look at the hypocrisy. And I by NO MEANS CONDONE drinking and driving.  That is the dumbest most irresponsible shit I can fathom.

So when you hit the snooze button today and end up late for work today just know that the streets are a little bit safer with politically involved pacifist jerk offs such as myself are behind bars.  This is your pile of shit, America.  Your children get to deal with the consequences.

I love you all and have a safe and wonderful few days and I will see you all upon my release.  If nothing else I will get to catch up on a little shut eye myself.

How does this make any sense?

I sit here in absolute confusion.  My mind, which is capable of understanding things such as General Relativity and scratching the surface of Quantum Mechanics and Soul Spirit stuff, a very above average piece of computational machinery, cannot wrap my head around why I am such a failure.

Let's face it, I am a failure and a criminal.

Let's face it, these are the people we pay to keep our streets safe.

And I think we might have found a cadre of cops that do it even better than the fine officers of the City of Greenfield Ohio.

Thank you, Judicial System.  Thank you Executive System, and Legistlative System.  Thank you for being dinosaurs, so we can all collectively fail to grasp the inefficiency and ineffectiveness that you perpetuate.

Thank you Robert Judkins for being the ugliest motherfucker on the face of the planet.  I will be jacking off in prision thinking about you and your alcoholic ex wife.  One can only guess as to what kind of sins drove her to that kind of substance abuse.

If you think this is all just fun and games, you are wrong.  I am moving out of Ohio because I can't stand it anymore.  You didn't help me make it as a writer, so I am going somewhere else where my talents might be apprecitated.  Don't cry for me when I don't give you any credit or an ounce of my time.  I am sorry for ever trying to make you a better place.  The pyramid is a dream that will never come into fruition. 

I am going to work for the man and toil away in anonymity until my spaceship arrives. 

God is all that is and ever was, and I love YOU> Adam

Not much to say. Just another day.

I been listening to this new Kanye and I must say its great.  It is very different and he is pushing it into different directions but I would still say that my boy oneday2one is my favorite, because he beat Kanye to this particular sound.  Its ok.  I don't think the Cudder minds.  I don't think Chief Keef minds.  I don't think Rick Rubin minds.  But I do think inside these lines are landmines and I cannot leave Greenfield until I have paid all of my fines.

I am going to write a better book than the last one.  If it isn't evolving then it isn't worth solving this problem.

Figuring out what Soul is.  Figuring out what Spirit is.  Relating it to Consciousness and matter. Tryin to put two and two together thats a bunch of isht.

Moving to Kentucky bit by bits, last night had another dream about tits.  Its getting kinda old, bein' obscure and underground.  You should start a drum and bass beat and create another sound.

Jerome is in the house, watch your mouth.

Spent the last month feeling bad about myself

Spent the last couple of days in the Dayton Yellow Springs area. 

The street fair for starters was quite fun.  Being away from the computer for five days, that might be a new record but it was difficult to not be able to write.  Of course I kept the legal pad on deck but it just isn't the same trying to scribble down the random floating butterfly thoughts.  Computer is much more efficient.  I couldn't imagine having to use a typewriter.  That makes me respect writers of yesterday so much more.

I can't take back the words I never said.  I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence.  Lupe Fiasco might be the most on point hip hopper of today, but we don't get to hear him on the radio.  Thank goodness they are playing Macklemore at least.  It is time for a change, it is time for some intelligent media.

That is why we are trying to create a literary universe for the mind over here.

Time to get back to the book then.

More bang for your blogger buck.

Sometimes I feel as if I am just talking to myself.  If so, at least I am not responding.

This little blogsite started off strong.  Now it is about as dull as a butter knife, the side that doesn't cut.  But here we find ourselves, once again, so might as well make the most of the situation and go with it.

The second novel is coming along pretty well.  I think after months of writers block I am really on my level now and finding a nice creative flow.  A novel is like an ancient artifact, buried beneath years of sediment and debris.  The writer, the archaeologist, must first find the dig site, and once found must carefully extract the remaining body below, uncovering more and more the further one digs.

I am about ass deep in the dig site right now, and the artifact reveals more and more of itself by the day.  It isn't like I put the damn thing there, it was always there to begin with, and it is my job to uncover the son of a bitch.

Why do I use swear words?  I guess it never really was a problem until I joined the Navy.  Then I learned a whole new set of expletives and as such cannot describe my reality without them any longer.  I think it adds a little flavor and spice.  It might not take much imagination to use these words that "mustn't be uttered," but it does illicit a certain emotional response that I like.

I never made a dime slangin' birds.  But I hope to make some money slinging these words.  Here is how you can help me out!

A couple of nice images of the emerging downtown of Cleveland

Go here to see what is happening in beautiful downtown Cleveland.

Moving forward with love and the Spirit in our hearts.

I have to admit, I have a pretty charmed existence.  I have a lot of freedom compared to most people on the planet.  I have a wonderful and loving family unit.  I have wonderful friends.  I have the worlds okayest dog.  No, he is the awesomest, I can't even joke about that.  My life is pretty spectacular.  And even if I am not where I want to be at this point in my life, I have a free will and a choice at every moment.  Every day I have the ability to improve myself and live a better life.

One thing we all need to do is treat others like we want to be treated.  It is the Golden Rule for a reason.

I read an article earlier about Gandhi.   If everyone could aspire to live their lives with a tenth of the zeal and flame that this man aroused in himself, the world would be much closer to perfection, Heaven on Earth.

Here are a few wise sayings from Gandhi:

1. Be the change you wish to see in the world

2. What you think, you become

3. Where there is love, there is life

4. Learn as if you’ll live forever

5. Your health is your true wealth

6. Have a sense of humor

7. Your life is your message

8. Action expresses priorities

9. Our greatness is being able to remake ourselves

10. Find yourself in the service of others

So go out and live your life with purpose and intention in everything you do.  Peace and love, ACH

It's easy as A B C...

I don't know if it came as an epiphany or if it gradually bit by bit came together, but yesterdAy as I was sitting shot gun on the ride back from Coshocton I saw something that was completely novel.  Behold, I was trying to put together a word on 7 Little Words, and I just so happened to look out in the sky. It was a C-shaped contrail that was unfolding right in front of my eyes.  Which made me think to myself as this jet Diced through the sky towards Columbus now (instead of Cincinnati?), what would cause a plane to make such a drastic turn?  Was it low on fuel?  Had it been hijacked?  Was it a practical joke?  This was a flight plan that very much seemed to be deviating from the norm.

I looked on the news, and saw nothing about any redirected airplanes.  They will only tell you about 1 percent of what actually happens on a day to day basis.  That is the country we are living in.  In just about a years worth of time, if you are not a person of monetary wealth or a New Age "slave-bot" and you do not have health insurance you are breaking the law.  That means the government has more power than you bitch and it will bend that ass over if it hasn't gotten in line yet. 

Am I mad about this? 

No, being mad doesn't help my situation one bit.  Getting paid does.  I have a plan in place.  But you should be mad, casual blogviewer, because the "man" does not care about you or the interest of the greater good.  The man is interested in Himself.

The rulebook is gradually changing, bit by bit.  And if you don't know the rules of the game you will simply end up losing.  It is going to take money to live in this world afterall, just like Lil' Wayne said, which is why I actually respect the hell out of him one hundred percent.  He knows exactly what is going on and is selling the average person dreams that will cause them to end up in National Socialist style detainment camps.

George Orwell, Aldus Huxley, they all saw the inherent evil in the powers that allow money to rule.  The people, subservient to the almighty dollar, bend to the will of elite who will take the goodness away from God and use his name to manipulate people into submission for their own survival or benefit.

The Indians keep the Ohio cup, bitches.  What do you think about that, Cincinnati?  Does it feel good to again fall short of Cleveland's greatness?  That is eight in a row, mon frer.  That is about the best news I have for you today.  Just got home yesterday from the funeral of my uncle in law who was involuntarily murdered last week over some rent money.  God bless my family and my aunt and all those who are affected by the loss of Robin Bowers and may comfort lie in the fact that heaven is real and that Karma will resolve every cosmic debt.

Just a little midnite blog.

For all of you out there who are interested in knowing what is going on in my life....well, I am recovering quite well.  In a past life, I was married.  It was a marriage for all the wrong reasons.  I think that this song actually discribes what six years of my life was like, from a recovering drug addict scholar athlete straight into a marriage with a great amount of emotional instability.

It is a wonder that I am still alive by most accounts.  I have almost died several times.  I joined the military because I felt I had no other options left.  I wanted to get help for my wife and her mental state.  I ended up needing help for my own mental state.  I was in the psyche ward twice for trying to kill myself.

Its ok.  I am not mad at the world.  Every decision I have ever made has been thought through from the absolute bottom of the goodness in my heart.

Here I am a thirty year old who has lived through more shit than most people three times my age.  I have served my time and that is why I write.

Every single day I will write and hopefully I will get good enough to make a career out of this and a life for myself.

Until the day that I die, if I never make another cent from writing... I would still do it because it is my only purpose in life.  Nobody need read what I have to say.  I don't even have a choice in the matter.

Beautiful Memorial Day

So many times I get on here and immediately start complaining.  I would like to thank all of the fallen heroes who have engaged in battle and destroyed the tyranny and evil that is in opposition to our accustomed lives of freedom and privilege here in the USA.  I am not going to spend a lot of time pointing out that our freedom is largely imaginary and our rights are getting fewer and fewer by the day, or that the privilege is only enjoyed by a minority of our citizens due to the system that has been slowly implemented throughout our history to ensure that the haves continue to get and the have-nots stay in the slums and welfare lines, like I usually do.  But I will be talking more about Memorial Day.

I didn't know until today that Memorial Day was started by African Americans.  Indeed, it was a group of African Americans in Charleston SC who dug up the dead soldiers (who had been disposed of in a hasty mass burial) to salute them by giving them a proper burial.  This act of remembrance was out of thankfulness for the Union troops willingness to fight and die for the then slave's freedom.

Now I want to talk about the New Slaves.  My boi Kanye went hard again on this new track.  At first I was a little incensed by the title, figuring it was more boo hoo hoo bs about the black man struggle...which, don't get me wrong, I am not at all racist but this tune is more than a little worn out 150+ years after the Emancipation Proclamation... but the song does talk about how blacks are slaves to the consumerism that is destroying our planet.  Granted, I don't think Ye talks about the environment so much as he does the "sheep mentality" that we often get swept away by.  And I am not talking about just black people here, people of all color and creed fall prey to it.  It's the same mentality that caused peaceful Germans to join National Socialism and otherwise bright young females to listen to and obsess over no talent hacks like One Direction.  I also like how he throws the DEA and the New World Order out there as being the drug pushers they are, encouraging our young brothers and sisters to join gangs by keeping them exposed to constant glorification of drug use, materialism, misogynistic sexuality, and irreverence to social norms of "white society."  It all goes back to the white man's pocket book.  Follow the money trail, you will come to the same conclusion.


Anyhow, I am sad that Chris Perez is out for a while for the Tribe.  This along with the 1-3 record against the Red Sox and now an away series with the legitimate World Series contenders on the river Cincinnati Reds...it is looking like we will be lucky to be limping into the All Star break at .500.  I am however very excited to go to Great American BP tomorrow.  Taking the old man down there to see the Tribe in action, and it will be my first time in the new park.  Look forward to touring the stadium while the game is being played if we are losing, which will more than likely be the case.

You take the High Road.

I will take the the low....there the crevice....

Tenacious D is not what this particular blog is about.  It is about doing a job and enjoying the shit out of it.  Even if you don't get any money for it, you still get the enjoyment of laboring your ass off trying to make the most out of your product, production, art, whatever it may be....you would gladly do it again just because of Jah.

If you don't start buying my books real soon I will quit I swear to God.

Good night.

No sleep for the Wicked

Well, I would like to shout out again to the fine police of Greenfield Ohio for pulling me over when I was trying to go to work, forcing me to go to jail over a cigar wrapper, completely botching the booking and evidence, procedures completely be damned, covering their asses thanks to the good Judge who makes sure everyone of his piggies gets their turn at the trough.

As for me, I will not be spending 400 some dollars for a driving class that will waste 4 days of my life and I choose to take 3 days of jail.  Shit, I am a short timer as soon as they get me in that som'bitch.

After I do my 3 days for my excellent night time driving skills when I am trying to get McDonald's in me, (because I am hypoglycemic) while going to my car pool to my job which I was fired for because of time missed due to the legal process, I will have another 1200 dollars in fees.  Which will be paid entirely in pennies.  You bastards want to dick with my life, I will be the biggest dick in your life right back.  I have already done the math, and that is 300 kilograms of pennies, or 661 pounds of copper for the coppa.

By getting this off of my chest, I might be able to get some shut eye now.  I have some more manual labor to do tomorrow so I can grease the judicial gears.  But remember that Karma is a bitch.  And I am not Karma, I am a lot worse.

Hard time writing.

I took down the last blog about getting the proverbial train run on me by the court of Highland county, and Judge Judkins.  You might not like what I have to say, but at the end of the day I am right and you know it.  What they do in this police state is come up with any frivolous stupid laws they want, and if you are one of the unlucky bastards that fall into their little trap, well, then you owe them over a thousand dollars and don't pass go while you're at it.  Why do they have this authority over me?  When I did NOT run into anyone.  When I did NOT test positive for any substances?  I just want to know why it is my job to keep your ugly butt employed, Judkins?  Why is it my responsibility to make sure you get to lavish your hoes with new vehicles?  Find another patsy.  I don't plan on being your whipping boy.  And I am sure as shit not going to be your cash cow.  I will pay my fines because that is what the law demands I do....but I just want you to know that the law is lame in this case....and I want other people to know that they are screwing people over here.  Like myself.  They screwed me out of my job, and they expect me to get another one just so I can go about paying them off.  Easier said than done.  You can't convince this retard of any sort of logic.  His mind is made up before he goes into the court room.  He gets his kicks by being a dick to the little people of the world.  I have seen it myself with my own eyes.

"I don't know why you are wrong, but I know you are wrong, and I am going to get you."-Police of Greenfield Ohio.

Queen City Keep on Rising.

What happened yesterday?  Well for starters we went hard in the paint.  That is me and Steve ran and received first place in our 5k for dogs yesterday, next to Paint Creek.  Steve is a mix between a golden retriever and chow, and he channels a very convincing Steve Prefontaine, who is his namesake.  Steve might be about 50 in dog years, but he is still killing the competition.  He isn't as fleet as he used to be in his younger days.  But he is still able to run with most of the mutts in this Greater Greenfield Metro.

Last night went to Cincinnati to see Cas Metah perform with the Scribbling Idiots.  It was nice.  It is good to see the local hip hop artists out doing they thing.  It really ticks me off that they don't get the respect their deserve for they hard work from the music industry (yes I said they hard work).  Shore up on yo' Ebonics, son.

Anyhoo.  Afterwards went to Mac's across the street. It was on campus, so that would have been just down the street from Roh's Street Cafe.  There was a gathering for the U C track team coach, who actually recruited me to run for him at UC.  I wish I would have gone to U C.  Oh wait, I did.  I went to the University of the Cumberlands.  But I didn't sign up for that.  I signed up for Cumberland College.  I hate the new name.  Liberal Arts Schools need to keep their niche.  And it was nice to chat with other ex tracksters, who I probably competed against at some point but can't really remember.  It was like a lifetime ago.

Doing a little bit of writing today.  These books don't write themselves, I have found.  Have a good MOTHERS DAY all of you mothers out there.  One love.

All is well that starts poorly

So the one day I end up going to Columbus happens to be during rush hour traffic when there is a bad accident on I 70, and I am trying to get to my sister Erin's apartment so I can get a bed she is trying to unload.  The bed is for Emma, so of course I am going to go and get it.  But I am reminded of what city living is like and why I have maybe grown accustomed to living in the middle of effing nowhere for so long.  I guess  its all good because in being late I was able to see Jeff, her fiancee, which was nice, especially as I was about to move a heavy mattress and he was a lot more physically capable of helping than Erin, no offense sis.

Now the portion where I start complaining even more.  The laptop isn't working.  I was about to do some heavy writing.  Now all I can do is imagine my competitors writing at their functional laptops...writing literature that is second rate compared to mine and about to steal all of my potential clients reading time up.  They snatchin errbody up in here.  Those are the words that are literally going through my head.

Anyhow, I am about to do some mulching so its all good.  Beautiful day out.  Just hope that the allergies don't give me hell.  I love all of you.  God's blessing to each and every one of you.

Anderson Cooper is a self serving asshole

It really bothers me that just about all the attention my favorite city in the world, Cleveland, Ohio gets is negative.  Charles Ramsey, let me tell you that you are a REAL AMERICAN HERO.  You helped find these missing girls.  You actually took initiative to call the authorities in this apathetic world.  You withstood all the questions as to why you didn't notice the situation before if you have lived there for a while.  You parlayed all the attention away from yourself and onto the girls, who are the real story here.  And when Anderson Cooper, that self serving little cunt of a Vanderbilt asked you if you wanted a reward, you responded as such: "I get a paycheck.  Give the reward to the girls they rescued."

What do you want Anderson?  To vilify this seemingly lower class African American who is missing teeth so you can laugh and marvel at how drastically gotdamn different your lifestyles are, one can only imagine.

Cleveland is the crown jewel of Ohio.  It was once the fifth largest city in the United States.  It is a proud city that has endured more crap than any city ought to.  I won't even get into the sports of Cleveland, as there is a lot more in the world than just sports.  You already know the Cleveland fan has suffered through The Drive, The Shot, The Decision....

The only reason that Cleveland doesn't have a massive skyline similar to Chicago or Toronto is because of a bedrock problem.  Cleveland, for its perfect location on the lake, isn't built on very sturdy ground.  The bedrock is about 200 feet down, whereas New York is only about 20.  And for the towers to be erected, they must be supported by the bedrock, which meant digging very deep or figuring out a different way to anchor the buildings, with techniques that weren't available during the 20s and 30s when skyscrapers were blossoming all over the other more fortunate cities.  So for Cleveland to have the tallest skyscraper in Ohio, is a pretty impressive feat.

Cleveland got used and abused by industry hogs...We did the work, and the money got shipped all over the world, primarily New York.  New York has always benefited from Cleveland grit, and what do we get?  Not a damn thing.  Disrespect.  And if you snobby New Yorkers knew the damn truth, you might understand why people like me who love Ohio get so darn upset.

So today, I salute you, Charles Ramsey.  I salute you, Amanda Berry.  I salute all of you who go unrecognised in this great state.  Althought I do not live in Cleveland, (I once lived pretty close, Sagamore Hills, & Akron)

it is and always will be my home.

Another blog, what did you expect?

Sometimes everything comes together in perfect fashion.  My life has not been an example of this very much, but I will say things seem to be coming together right now.  As it is, I pretty much plan on getting out of the Greenfield area fairly soon.  It has been real, it has been fun, and you know it hasn't been real fun.

There are several options.  All of them include leaving Ross/Highland county.  One of the more promising new ideas is to relocate to Louisville, Kentucky.  I need to find a place that is dog friendly though if I move out of state...I have a companion by the name of Steve Honnold that is pretty much my best friend in the whole world and I could never go anywhere that frowned upon dog ownership.

I hooked up my stereo system today.  The record player worked like a charm.  Emphasis on the -ed, because it doesn't work any more.  I played Dean Martin earlier, and then this evening when I tried to get the Eagles (not the @%!&ing Eagles man!) playing, the damn thing wouldn't spin.  It is just my luck.  It is like everything I even remotely come into contact with completely goes to crap.

But I keep my head up, and my chin to the grindstone.  Because it is all just grist on the mill.  This Chinese proverb essentially means that in every trial that life throws at you there is something to gain, which means I should pretty much be sitting on a virtual treasure trove if my memory serves me correctly.

Hoping for dharma transmission.  And for a lady who can put up with all of this.  And understands that I am like a difficult puzzle.  Hardly worth the effort, you might never get it put together, all of the colors look the same, but once you get it, you feel a few minutes of glorious accomplishment until you are on to the next one.  I am kidding, I am not nearly as cynical as I seem.

Just a breather

Yes, I am working on the next book.  And Yes, we did get rain delayed, didn't we?  Lawn care is so much more practical when it isn't raining.  Not that I am complaining.  I love it.  And I love each and every one of you.  Please have a wonderful day.

I lied

You get to read this even though my numbers didn't approach what I was reaching for.  We got to get a following too, ya know, and if people don't read this it kinda defeats the purpose.

Well, continuing on what we were discussing earlier, infinity is the thing that scientists don't understand.  And it is my belief that the true definition of infinity is God.  God encompasses all that is, was, ever will be, and there can be nothing separate from that entity. God isn't just to us, as we are to an amoeba, God is infinitely more so.  Whatever you are thinking, it is more than that.  And that is just the beginning.  So, I would like to give big ups to the creator.  For if there were not a God, there wouldn't be atheists to say there was no God.

And to think that God actually gives a flip whether or not you believe in Him or not, well, that is to be pretty egotistical.   Its like Justin Beiber giving a flip about whether or not you throw a quarter at him while he is getting attacked whilst playing piano.  He is so way above it.  God has swagger like that.

Today, I got rained out.  No mulching on this day.  So, there will be cleaning, and there will be writing.  Good day to all of you.

Happy crappy spring and the allergies that make it wonderfully miserable

I got all of my bitching for the day out in the title.

I want to talk a little about the nature of reality.  I think that most scientists today are stupid butts.  They are trying to do everything they can to take God out of the equation...and ultimately this is where all scientists fall short.

A vast majority of my scientific heroes for better or worse are atheist.  And almost vehemently so do they try to remove the notion of God and "superstition" from their equations.

This is all good and well, as God is simply out of mankind's grasp.  The bigger and bigger the universe becomes, the larger the scope of God then becomes.  For as huge and complex and insanely improbable that this universe is, there is a much more mysterious and grand and hugely complex intelligence that underlies all things.

We see it in the order from macroscopic to microscopic.  It is the jazz like improvisational genius that guides molecules in their stately waltz which come together in such a way to create proteins, DNA, cell structures, cells, tissues, organs, organ systems....all operating together on a program so complex that it defies human understanding....to the biosphere, the economy, the society, the planet and solarsystem.....yada yada yada...

The computational power behind the universe is so incredibly precise and not random...Scientists will say, in an infinite series of accidental universes there are bound to be those that contain humans and persons such as myself who blog like it is their job.

We understand a lot of the hows in the universe....but we don't understand the whys.

Consciousness and matter are two aspects of one reality.  Consciousness is not an accident that happens as a result of material action.  Consciousness is inherent in the cosmos just as gravity is inherent.  And it takes consciousness to observe reality.  Without the observer, there is no reality.  Just ask Schrödinger's cat.

New season

Now that allergy season is almost over, I will be purchasing no more medicine.  If y'all can suffer through reading this, then I can suffer through a little seasonal allergy pollen.  On this you have my word.

Beautiful Spring Day

I don't want you to think that this is going to be a pity party site.  I don't think that it is and I don't want you to get that impression.  If anything it is a reaffirmation of life, a poem to reality, a love letter to the world.

I embrace all human emotions, the good and the bad.  For if there were no mountain, there would be no valley, and vice versa. 

It is wonderful being me.  Because I am free to do what I want with my life, and enjoy all the results of my actions, good or bad.  I have my youth, my health, my family, my dog....there are so many things to be happy about.

I thought about erasing that last post because it was so negative.  But I won't, because it was a genuine feeling and shouldn't be ignored or disregarded.  The space between optimism and pessimism is razor thin.

I love all of my friends.  Thank you for reaching out, to those of you who did.  Obviously you didn't listen to me about not needing advice, but the gesture is heartwarming.  You know I only break your balls out of love.

Speaking of love, I wish this girl in my dreams would materialize.  I have dreams about her just about every other night.  And I don't even know who she is, or if she exists.

C'est la vie.  I am trying to learn French on top of writing two novels and editing another.  I took a semester of it in college and had the worst professor ever...I will be a better teacher to myself.  I always did fancy myself autodiadactic.  The great one's always were. 

Keep dreaming young Honnold.  Keep Dreaming :)

May Day

It certainly seems as though spring has finally cleared all the hurdles and we are on direct course with summer.

Sometimes I hate myself so much it hurts.  There is an incredible amount of loathing that goes on inside me from time to time.  I am not sure it is healthy but such is the case.  If there is any condolence then I believe that it is possible that the best art comes from the most tortured souls.  I will carry on like I am happy.  And don't get me wrong, a lot of times I am happy.  But when I really let myself think about it, I realize that I am nowhere near the person I envisioned myself being at this point in my life.  And it gets me down.

I am not looking for sympathy.  I am not looking for advice.  I simply want to write the truth of the matter.  It isn't always glitzy and golden and "peachy."

I have always imagined attaining a state of enlightenment.  A point where desire and sadness melt away like snowflakes on a red hot skillet.  I have read of many people reaching transcendent points of bliss.  And from a young age I thought that happiness would not be found in material things or in wealth.  I would like to kick the person who ever convinced the younger version of me that money isn't important.  Money is the most important thing in the universe, it figuratively keeps the world spinning upon its axis.  It is the life force of happiness, and the more money you throw at it, the happier you are.

So now poor old me spends every day struggling and toiling and grasping for that which is so very difficult to attain, especially this late in life, wealth.

I am sorry if you came here expecting to hear different.

Little Ditty bout Jack and Diane

The absolute most difficult part of writing, whether it is a blog or a book, is figuring out what the heck to call the sombitch.  Today, I decided not to put much thought into the title, because I am more concerned about what I want to write about.  Of course, this could work against me, as a good title will sometimes be the push the reader needs to make it through the entire piece.  I have already spent more time talking about the title than I had anticipated.  Moving forward.

Did a lot of mulching today.  Yesterday was a clipping and weeding and raking up piles day.  Really exciting, I know.  But lawn care is more than just grunt manual labor.  It is art.  There is a certain elegance to what we do.  It may not look like it the lay observer, as we are covered in grime and sweat.  But a well groomed yard definitely makes the neighbors envious.  And that is our job.  To make your neighbors shake in their boots.

Being the center of the neighborhood's attention comes at a price.  You will BE chastised, made fun of, possibly assaulted.  This is just because they are envious of your top of the line yard.

I will tell you though, I am not pleased with the quality of mulch we have been using lately.  I don't know whose fault it is, but there seems to be a lot of horse shit mixed in with the black gold.  And that is the shit I don't like.  It makes the job that much harder when you have to constantly pick shit out of the mulch.  It gets irritating too.  But these are the challenges we face.

This blog seems to be raking in people at a rate of 2x what the Felson Mitchell blog brings in.  This tells me that you are tired of Felson.  I can't understand why, but you don't like Felson.  That surprises me.

I do love these sunny spring days.  It almost makes the allergies worth it.  Almost.

And so we meet again.

There really isn't much rhyme or reason to this here website, as you have probably already figured out.  It isn't called Ad(am's) Lib for nothing.

We did what they said we couldn't.  We took the story of a dimwitted narcissistic self help guru, and we made him run for President.  And we got votes.  Thank you for getting out the vote.  It is because of voters like you that we get to enjoy this society of ours today.

And the book.  We didn't manage to sell very many.  I guess that just means I will have to try harder.  Maybe sell out and start writing romance or vampire novels.  Or zombie warcraft novels.  Or witchcraft warlock's in outer space novels.

Just whatever would pay the sandwich bill.  Even tons of fun over here needs to eat.

So, I will keep writing.  It might not be want you want now.  But it will be want you want soon.  And you will be lucky that I will even think about giving it to you.

Out of shape much?!

This morning I debated on whether or not to go to the 5k for Autism at Paint Creek.  I wouldn't say I am really in any racing shape, and yesterday was a long day of hard manual labor...so when I woke up stiff and wanting to stay in bed, the internal struggle began.

That little voice that creeps inside my head, I call it complacency.  It said "don't go, you are out of shape, you will embarrass yourself, you will see a bunch of people that expect you to be the runner you once were, etc..."

That little mother *@$!cker complacency got bitch slapped.  I went to the race.  I came in second.  It was probably the worst I have ever run in a competition time wise, but it felt good to go out and do something uncomfortable against my will.  Plus I had already paid 25 dollars so it would make sense to actually get my money's worth of discomfort.

So now I am back at the helm.  I have 2 books to write, which is daunting in and of itself...and I am also trying to clean up the first book for a reprinting sometime this summer.  Needless to say, I am going out of my mind.  Its good that I don't like to get out much.  Because really there isn't much time. 

Oh, I applied for a job in Yellow Springs.  I hope I get it because I really want to move there.

That is all I have right now.

Morning Ramblings.

Last night was the draft.  You will get no more draft talk here.

But you will get some real talk.

Yesterday I was really depressed.  I used to suffer from depression.  Yesterday was a pretty bad day, and to be honest, I can't give you a good reason why.  Sometimes it just happens.  Its all in how you see the world, the lens so to speak in which you perceive things.  All things being the same, sometimes it processes as good, sometimes bad.

I don't know if it is my ticking biological clock, telling me all of my friends have procreated.  I have always felt like a child would just be about the worst thing.  Not that I don't love children, I do.  But in this world, it almost seems like a criminal act to bring a kid into this place.  Even that statement seems cliche.

But the real reason has always been one of maturity and personal wealth.  I never want to struggle to take care of my kid.  Sometimes its seems like I struggle with myself.  Maybe that is the saddest thing....why haven't I achieved stability and self sufficiency?  I am a good person, and a good worker.  At least I feel that I am.

I can't always blame my past mistakes.  Granted I have made some bad investments of money and time and in relationships....My only hope is that I can learn from these mistakes and keep my eyes on the task at hand....keep pushing towards some future that may or may not provide relief from my current situation in life.

I am sure this has all been vague and tiresome.  I hate to be one of those people who whines about stuff, I would rather do something about it.  I also hate to be one of those people who feels like he needs a woman to be complete.  But in the end, I am only human, and love is something I miss. 

The only thing to do is to keep writing.  It is the only thing that 1. provides an outlet for whatever is inside me and 2. gives me a reason to believe that things can and will get better in the future.

Back in the Saddle again

Well, I am sorry I did not get on here yesterday.  I guess those two a days make up for my absence, but it still bothers me a little when I don't do something regularly.  My tendency to like regularity (not talking BMs, believe it or not) stems from my running days, which I have been getting back into these last few weeks.  Plan on running four tonight and then taking tomorrow really easy, because I "plan on" running a 5k for Autism on Saturday.  I say plan on because the best laid plans of mice and men are....I forget the rest of the quote, but I think the point of it is you never can be one hundred percent positive your plans will work accordingly.

If I do run, I would like to get under 21.  Seven minute mile pace for me now is like 5:30 pace for when I was 10 years younger and 50 pounds lighter.
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Got told to politely leave the gas station before authorities were called.  Its bad enough that I paid 3.50 a gallon.  Some guy was asking another guy if he had a couple "gay guys in the car," and then continued to make disparaging remarks that were supposed to be funny.  I asked the guy who was making these statements if he was trying to sound like a redneck.  "Was I talking to you son?"  No you weren't but you were making stupid comments for everyone to hear.  What do you have against gay people?  "I don't have anything against faggots."  Oh, they are faggots now?  It sure sounds like you got a problem with gay people.  "Maybe I do, what is it to you" (starts moving toward me like he is about to do something)  Maybe I am gay and a gay person is about to whoop your ass (I am not gay for the record, I hate how I always have to make this distinction, do I look gay or something?). Then I proceed to move towards him like, if you are gonna step up brother you better be ready to scrap.

He backs away and I continue my tirade.  "Its people like you that give rednecks like me a bad name.  Why don't you come up with better ways to put down your buddy than by calling him a homosexual like that is a bad thing.  I think that it is you that is gay! ....*(^&...."

It is about this time that the gas station attendant comes out and informs me that my time here is up.

Whatever.  I got in the truck and left.

The moral of this story, if you say something that I find offensive, be prepared to back up your statements because I will call you out.  I am tired of the hate directed towards minorities.  It is not funny calling someone gay if they are not gay and you are trying to put that person down.  Its 2013.  Get with the damn program.

To those about to Rock, I salute you.

Last night was interesting to say the least.  Had three fire trucks come to the scene, where a two story log pile was set ablaze last night.  No one was harmed, except for maybe some ticks which were out in numbers.  Picked twenty off of myself.  Not a single bite, you nasty parasites from Hades.

Seems like a lot of people got a whole lot to say about you when you aren't around.  Because words go round and round and end up right here eventually but you never hear them say it to your face.  That's a disgrace to the whole human race.

Earth day was a great success.  The sun shined all day and the springs brings out the ladies and gents alike.  It is good to see people out doing things on a nice sunny day.  But we need to have inside time where we are miserable and cold to truly enjoy how nice it is on days like these.  That is one thing I like about Ohio.  It is one reality check after reality check.

You can't go anywhere and not see four thousand cops out gallivanting around like they don't have anything better to do than make sure you are absolutely one hundred and thirty three percent safe and good to go at all times.  It always amazes me how much I can complain about how crappy my first world existence is.  Even though I am poor as dirt, I still have a couch on which to lay my head and a roof to cover my bread.  We all good over here.  Its all good in Mr HOnnOlDs neighborhood.

I pledge allegiance to my family and my God.

My country, well, the country that the forefathers created is getting spat on in this new socialist system we have inherited.  Miranda Rights must be read to all American citizens, whether we like it or not they are citizens for a reason and as such must be granted due process through the legal system.

More and more I just have to shake my head.  I further and further find myself not liking the course of humanity.  All I can do is use my voice....but the deafening roar of 320 million other souls makes it so one voice doesn't always get heard.

But I will keep my grind on.

Heard on the radio an add for testosterone...."do you have feelings of inadequacy?  do you want a greater sex drive?"  Yes and NO mother^*&(*er...I do feel inadequate because television and movies tell me I am supposed to.

And NO bitch, I do not want a greater sex drive.  It is bad enough as it is, why would I want to compound the problem?  Its not like we running through hoes here in the Greater Lyndon Metro.  I was a born again virgin like months ago.

Speaking of commercials, they drive me nuts...but we need advertisements so we can enjoy FREE television programming and Internet.  Wait, neither of those are free.  Hey, you bastards are double dipping.  Me?  I just zone out.  If there is a commercial on, I know they are just trying to sucker me into giving them my money.  Repeat after me....ITS MY MONEY.  And I want it now.

Fear Naught

I understand why people end up going on murderous rampages....

Please don't misinterpret this as a warning sign for my own impending escapade of carnage.

People get shit on.  And the ones that get shit on usually get shit on over and over again.  And to you that doesn't get shat on, it might seem funny that these other people struggle.  But it isn't funny to that person.  Just ask them.

They are pathetic, but they are OUR creations.  You can see a reflection of yourself in every son and daughter of Adam and Eve.  We are all the same.

So the next time you think that you are better than somebody...understand that you aren't.

And pray to God you don't get blown to pieces by some nut job that needed your help.

Last night was nice.

Well, I ended up getting out of the house, which for me is a rare occasion anymore.  I went to Yellow Springs with Pubert and Lindsey.  We started at the Gulch, but Lindz complained "its too crowded" so we then headed to Peppers, and it was twice as crowded so we ended up back up at the Gulch.  We meet up with black Steve McQueen, who is rad AF, and he tells us to go to the Brewery, which is like an old factory converted into an underground playground for hipsters, hippies, and indy autistic savants alike.  It was really cool, the guy who owns the place can't be much older than myself, and he was spinning awesome music when live bands weren't playing, such as Richard D. James, who I simply have adored since I was a teenager.

Right before I think the evening can't get any cooler, because I am talking to this really pretty nerdy/chic girl who was backup vocals for the first band (who sadly will be leaving for Seattle to pursue music ventures in a better environment), and I am getting my drink on w/ some delicious Brooklyn Ale, none other than DAVE CHAPPELLE himself comes walking in.  Everyone is totally cool around him, after all, he is always known to go out and about Yellow Springs because they don't treat him like a celebrity.  I go up and shake his hand and he is really cool and downplays the whole thing which makes me feel less like a crazy stalker fan.  He looks like he has been celebrating 420 in Thurgood Jenkins fashion.

My life is complete.  I can die now having spent 420 with my favorite comedian of all time.

I think that when I can afford it, maybe after publishing the next book, I want to move to Yellow Springs.  There is something about that town...its like the police state that has touched most of America hasn't been able to sink its fangs into this town of less than 5000.

The people there treat me like family.  More so than the town I grew up in.  So why not relocate someplace better?  Life is too short to get stuck in backassward BFE Greenfield Ohio.

Yard Sale.

You probably thought that there wouldn't be any log today since I am running my tard sale yard sale, but you thought wrong now, didn't you?  Its ok to be wrong sometimes.  We are all wrong from time to time.  I am wrong from time to time.  What else needs to be said about this?  Nothing.

The art sale has brought in a lot of customers, which I appreciate.  Thank you for all the money and I hope you enjoy my junk.  That is your junk, now.

The priciest item so far was a book, believe it or not, written by one Adam C. Honnold.  It had a signature in it and was gobbled up before I had a chance to tell her that it was pure crap.  But that is how things go around here.  Not a lot of cents is made, just dollars....Speaking of which....I need more dollars, as in ones, so please bring ones when you want to get cashed out.  Thank you and God Bless.

Just A REMINDER

Tomorrow is the big day. No it is not the day where you get to toke down on the largest marijuana stogie you can assemble, it is the big blow out yard sale art sale.

If you need clothes, and are a dude that is roughly my size, I got you a wardrobe for cheap.  And you needed a sectional, right?  Well, I have one for you, priced to sell, and I will drive it to your HOUSE, son!

I have been diligently working on two books and this yard sale and the homestead all day long.  And I am just getting started.

I sleep like 4 hours a day.  I can't help it.  My mind won't stop unless I drug it, and that is bad.  So...I write.  And I create...and you better like it someday.

Time to Hesitate is threw?

Yes, this one is titled after Jim Morrison's lyrics and yes it is spelled incorrectly.  That is just how we roll here.  Typos on top of typos.

Every time I look at my first novel I want to throw up.  It is horrible.  There are SO MANY (*a^%&)(*&!!& typos and grammatical errors that I am humbled and borderline ashamed to call myself a writer.

But at the same time it is art.

I am going with a different publisher in the future.  There might be a little penguin next to my name.  I like penguins.

Just listen to Ray Manzarek as he tickles the damn ebony and ivory.  He was the true genius that drove the Doors.  I don't care what you say, Oliver Stone.  I would have to be Oliver "stoned" out of my mind to call that a good movie.  Ok, Val Kilmer was pretty much born for the role, I give.

Allergies make it look like I am high all the time.  You just have to deal with it people.  I have to deal with the histamines, you have to deal with my red eyes.  We all learn to deal with what we have.

And this wind and that pollen make for a lovely april.   Happy April 19th, y'all!  Smoke'm if you got 'em. 

Me, I will NOT.  I have too much going on to be partying.  There is just too damn much to do so I will get off here now.

On Second novel

I think I am finally starting to figure out where this bad boy is going.  My new goal is completely outrageous and maybe not possible but it is what I am shooting for.  Get it done by the month of my birth, August.

That means 104 days.  I might have five chapters done, but the process is accelerating. Now I just need to figure out when to work on the other book and keep a nine to five.  HA!

Gardening, Writing, Preparing...

Today has been pretty slow.  As in I have been pretty slow, but I am about to get on it.

I can be such a procrastinator.  So far I have only spent about 2 hours getting ready for the yard sale which is this weekend, weather permitting.

Spent about 30 minutes on the garden but it is too muddy.  It is windy and it is allergy season, so that is my excuse for not getting anything done. Lol.  We all need a good excuse, don't we?

Planning a 4 miler this evening when it cools down, and then might go to Bellbrook for some business, plus there might just be more stuff for the yard sale.

There are some good ideas for stories...the only problem is that little voice that says no, that isn't the way to write....that sentence sucks....etc.  So critical of myself.  But no one else is going to be critical for me, so I have to do it my self.  Hopefully the outcome is better writing.  Ya dig?  No, it's too muddy.

Whipping dis now so I can take tomorrow off....(maybe)

This is all I have done today.  Write a little, and played basketball.  Mostly just shot the i$h with a friend of mine who is reppin' the dirty dirty So OH like myself.

We talked about how blacks came from glory, and how Greenfield once was the golden child.  If only Duncan McArthur's dream would have materialized.

If only EL McClain would have stayed in town.

If only the universe did not revolve around the school.  Don't get me wrong, it is great having such a jewel of a school in this rough patch of country sandwiched in between 3 or 4 geographically different regions, depending on who you talk to.

Highland county is likely a product of an meteor impact pushing the Earth up against the giant glacial wall.

God knows it would make a good place for a pyramid, but that is the dumbest idea ever because it comes from an idiot without an ounce of positive credentials to speak of, someone who some would say is even essentially fictional.

My tea's gone cold and I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all.  The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all.  And even if I could...it would be Earl Grey.  Put your picture on my wall, it reminds me, its not so bad at all.

That is about it for today.  I think.  Probably more tomorrow.  I haven't decided yet.

Insomnia

Been thinking about all sorts of things today.

Thought about the idea of soul mates...I do believe they exist.......but I also believe that one can go an entire lifetime and not find that soul mate.  That is just the kind of universe we live in.

God has a sense of humor.

And everything is part of a plan.

I thought about quantum entanglement for the first time in a long time.  It was a discussion I had with a KofC member just after I schooled my old man in a couple of games of billiards.  It was social night for the knights.

Everyone seems to be aware of the Boston events.  Even ESPN is finding a way to make the Red Sox their darlings, as if that weren't ever the case.

I get frustrated.  Yeah, I am lucky to be working on two books at the same time, and I have survived death before and I still have my health and don't live in a third world country....but at the same time, I always feel like I deserve more.  Why do I feel like I deserve to be rich?  I don't deserve shit.  Nothing is promised anyone.

Except, I guess the Lord's love.  If one has Jesus in their heart, then they have all of the spiritual wealth necessary to feel satisfied in this life, and death.

Just a couple of ramblings.  Its ADam's LIB, afterall.

Third day is a charm?

I am going to try to do this every day that I get on the computer at least.  Some days I realize it won't be possible because I will be too busy with lawn care, but generally speaking I spend hours a day on a computer writing anyhow so it shouldn't be too hard to be regular on here.

Yesterday I went for a three miler and it was the best I have felt all year.  I need to keep that momentum forward.  How easy it is to fall out of shape in the complacency of every day living.  Drinking beer, soda, eating unhealthy food, it is all too tempting....

But it comes at a price.  And if I am smart I will stop drinking so much beer, which I am, I hardly drink at all anymore really, but Diet Pepsi is a huge vice of mine, especially when I am writing and I need a little pick me up.  Its like a bump of cocaine, but minus the cocaine.  But it has aspartame which will likely give me old-timers when I grow up.  I guess that part of the reason why I am writing so much shit down now.  Because if I don't write it down now it will probably be gone forever : D.

Most of the clean faces are really the dirtiest.

And only the good die young.  Which makes me think I am badder than I thought.  I want to be good, and I think that humanity is good on some level and there is goodness in everyone, even the people that try to fuck shit up by bombing shit...there is a goodness that got ran over and stomped on and destroyed and overlooked and lived a pitiful world of misery and crap....but it wouldn't be forgotten....and all Karmic debts must be paid.....so this piece of shit that God created, and put His love in, still has some goodness in its essence.  And that is what we should all be praying for.  The goodness that is in all of us to resurface.  The humanity in all of us to resurface.

It has gotten to the point where the bad news on the news doesn't even phase us.  How calloused and cold are we?  Where has the humanity gone?   I know not.  I guess that is why I will pour over Wikipedia in my down time instead of going to the bar.

The funniest thing is even when I am in a bar I am still researching.  There is just too much to learn out there.  And I love it.  And that is the surest sign that there is a God.  That there is so infinitely much to gather up and experience.

Our thoughts and our prayers with Boston.

I am thinking of my many friends that are in Boston right now, hoping they are safe.  I could be there very easily right now, and am glad to be safe here in the middle of nowhere, Ohio.

I cannot even begin to fathom some of the things that happen to the planet we live on...so I will not be saying anything more about the subject.

Interviewed my subject.

Dug out a portion of the garden.

Will be working on the other book for the rest of the evening.

Plus, I am starting to sleep outside.  The sounds of nature help me get a very good REM sleep.

ACH

To New Beginnings

I went for a run today with Steve in Frankfort.  There were a shit ton of people out there, let me just tell ya.  I do not like being around crowds in the first place, so having Steve, or the epitome of how a dog should not behave in public as I sometimes like to call him-with me was...in a word....enjoyable.

I kept him on his leash, and we did pretty well going for a 3 mile jog.  I even let him off the chain once we got away from the crowd.  Probably 8 minute pace most of the way.  Which I might add, for a 212 pound individual is like 6:30 pace for 150 lbs.  I felt pretty good and didn't take long to get back to resting heart rate when I was finished, which I can probably attribute to good genes, and the fact that I have been running just about every day this past week.

I am trying to keep my diet healthy.  I am not getting any younger, so I have been eating fewer carbohydrates, more protein, and more vegetables.  Coffee, multivitamins, and the occasional lozenge to keep my oral fixation to a manageable min, have all been staples in my day to day intake.  And Diet Pepsi, I am ashamed to admit.  I am trying to cut aspartame out of my diet.

But I do drink at least two cups of water a day. Most days more.  Staying hydrated is something I have always been good at, and really learned how to perfect while in the military.

Tonight, after I finish a chapter of the new book I am working on, "The Mount and the Message," I will be going to Chillicothe to interview Marvin Riley for a biography he wants to get published.  Very excited to get the tape recorder out and start doing some investigative work...I really want to dig the stories out of this guy and get them on paper.

I hope you are all having a wonderful day.  This is just a little experiment blogsite.  No real restrictions, but it is a journal primarily, for myself.

Adam Conrad Honnold