Awakenings

Today, I had what could be termed a spiritual experience. I was at Bamfield Park, on the rocks by the water where I sometimes go to meditate. As I stood up, wind blowing into my face, I was suddenly transported in my mind to the edge of a tremendous cliff. I stood at the edge, and in vivid detail, saw my world spread out before me. It was like having a dream while still being wide awake. It has stuck with me all day, and has affected my inner being profoundly. I think I am at some type of crossroads in my life, and this was meant as some kind vision as to where I am heading.


See you when I see you.
Baron

Sunshine, Sleep, and Other Musings

Kirk to Enterprise, don't beam me up Scotty, I'm taking a sh

LOL. I saw this on the wall of a stall today and it almost brought me to tears, it struck me as so funny. True toilet humor.

It has been the sunniest February ever in the capital city. Lots of good golfing weather. Speaking of which, "The Champ" brought his game back to the winner's circle today with a four shot win over Clint at Royal Oak. Huge drives that actually flew straight, plus a couple of large putts were the key to victory.

It is 10:45 PM and I have just awoke from a long nap. That means my sleeping patterns for tonight will be thrown right out of whack. A long night of TV seems to be the word of the day LOL.


See you when I see you.
Baron

The Quiet Beatle

Today would have been George Harrison's sixty-second birthday. The quiet Beatle, the forgotten Beatle, definitely the spiritual Beatle. A fiercely private man, George was still unable to say no when he saw his fellow man in trouble. He was an inspiration to me, and his music has been enmeshed into my being. All things must pass.


All Things Must Pass - George Harrison

Sunrise doesn't last all morning
A cloudburst doesn't last all day
Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away

Sunset doesn't last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this, my love is up and must be leaving
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away

All things must pass
None of life's strings can last
So, I must be on my way
And face another day

Now the darkness only stays the night time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
All things must pass away


See you when I see you.
Baron

Havin' a Bad Day

Had one of the hardest days at work that I've had to endure in quite some time today. My whole body feels like I've been worked over with a sledgehammer. Kinda like Peschi at the end of "Casino" LOL. I figure I better post something now before I sit back, chances are I'll be sleeping in no time LOL.


One of my Turns - Pink Floyd

Day after day,
Our love turns gray,
Like the skin of a dying man.
And night after night,
We pretend it's alright,
But I have grown older,
And you have grown colder,
And nothing is very much fun, anymore.
And I can feel,
One of my turns coming on.
I feel,
Cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.

Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left,
You'll find my favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened,
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch TV?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate a silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly? -- Would ya?
Would you like to see me try?
Oooooh. No!
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?


See you when I see you.
Baron

Early Night

Early night after a long days work. My body aches in places that bodies aren't supposed to ache LOL. Good night.


See you when I see you.
Baron

Ramblings

Having nothing concrete to post tonight, it seems like a good a time as any to just ramble. Every once in a while I like to purge my brain of all the little bits that cluster together, looking to become something "more".

My horoscope today said that it was my day to start again, to begin with a clean slate. That sounds good to me so as of this time, all my prior transgressions will be erased from the board. Anyone harboring any sort of ill will towards me will now release that bad energy and dwell on the positives. Not that there are any who hold resentment towards me LOL.

Went golfing yesterday and "The Champ" saw his losing streak reach the unheard of length of two. Back to back losses for "The Eighth Wonder of the Golfing World". My putting has been on fire, while the rest of my game has gone into the shitter. No birdies and only a couple of pars.

"We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold".

That is the opening line to "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", the classic novel by Hunter S. Thompson, who, as I mentioned in yesterday's post, ended his own life at the age of 67. Choosing the method and time of his demise is so much like the persona he projected. Hunter S. Thompson was a unique character in a world that is lacking uniqueness. He will be sorely missed.

See you when I see you.
Baron

Hunter S

In true Hunter S. Thompson, gonzo journalism style, the self-proclaimed "doctor" Prematurely ended his brilliant, and somewhat celebrated life yesterday with a gunshot to his head. A man popularized in Rolling Stone, brought to the screen by both Bill Murray in Where the Buffalo Roam, and by Johnny Depp in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, an enigma, wrapped in a riddle if there ever was. I daresay he was the original brilliantlyinsane LOL.

Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas

Duke (Voice Over) :

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers......Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.

..................................................

Duke: Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a Highway Traffic Cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong.

Duke floors the gas pedal.

Duke: It arouses contempt in the cop heart.

The speedometer climbs steadily

Duke: Make the bastard chase you. He will follow. But he won't know what to make of your blinker signal that says you're about to turn right.

Duke signals right. The red shark screams along at 120 mph.

Duke: This is to let him know you are looking for a proper place to pull over and talk.

An exit off ramp. Maximum speed 25 mph.
Duke hits the brakes. The cop hits the brakes.

Duke: It will take him a moment to realize he is about to make a 180 degree turn at speed... But you will be ready for it, braced for the G's, the fast heel-toe work.

The patrol car spins and fishtails out of control.



See you when I see you.
Baron

Shavin' Face

Shaved off the beard I had been accumulating since before Christmas. It was very thick and took me over an hour to get rid of. I took it off to symbolize a changing that i am going through. Along with the beard I am stopping a couple of the "bad habits" I have reacquired these past few months. Other than that, just sitting around watching the shit that drips from the TV.

57 Channels (And Nothin' On) - Bruce Springsteen

I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills
With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills
Man came by to hook up my cable TV
We settled in for the night my baby and me
We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past dawn
There was fifty-seven channels and nothin' on

Well now home entertainment was my baby's wish
So I hopped into town for a satellite dish
I tied it to the top of my Japanese car
I came home and I pointed it out into the stars
A message came back from the great beyond
There's fifty-seven channels and nothin' on

Well we might'a made some friends with some billionaires
We might'a got all nice and friendly if we'd made it upstairs
All I got was a note that said "bye bye John
Our love is fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"

So I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast
And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast
'til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet
And they busted me for disturbing the almighty peace
Judge said "What you got in your defense son?"
"Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"

I can see by your eyes friends you're just about gone
Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on


See you when I see you.
Baron

Saturday with Josh

Today was Josh's birthday party. We went and got his hair cut in the morning so he'd be lookin' fresh for his shindig. Then we went to that oasis of nutrition, Mickey D's, for one of their toasted sangies. His party was at Juan de Fuca pool, with three of his friends and Colleen and one of her friends. Josh's buddies were going to sleep over at his house tonight.

Now I'm going to kick back and watch some mindless comedy in the form of "Dumb and Dumber".

See you when I see you.
Baron

Champ gets Schooled

Well, one day after spouting off here about the champ's undefeated streak, I had my proverbial ass handed to me at Royal Oak today. Lost by 10 and was the only one of the foursome not to ride the birdie train. Even the greatest of champs has an off day.

My son Joshua has come over to spend the night tonight. We went for his birthday dinner at Moxies tonight. Then we went to Toys "R" Us for a good, old-fashioned birthday shopping spree. He picked out a couple of games for his gameboy and a Spy Kids 3D DVD. Then we came home and watched Jurassic Park III, hung out, and now my little guy is crashed, and I'm not too far behind.


See you when I see you.
Baron

Golfin' Wit Da Champ

LOL. Ever since then I've been the champ.

I've been tagged with the nickname "The Champ" by the guys I golf with, and ever since I've yet to lose a round. Golfed the absolute shits at a very horribly maintained Metchosin today, but it was still enough to finish one up on Clint. I golf more against the course than my playing partners, but it's still nice to hold bragging rights LOL. Joshua is coming tomorrow and we get to go present shopping.


See you when I see you.
Baron (AKA The Champ)

Joshua

Nine years ago today, Joshua Allen Davies first gave the world a look at his handsome face. My only son, my favorite guy in the whole world. He is big for his age, quiet, and very intelligent, much like his father. Just thinking about him brings a smile to my face. I love him so much. We are going to go shopping for his birthday present on Friday, so he's got the rest of the week to decide what he wants. He is such a special boy, and I wish everyone could have a son like him to see just what a great son he is. Happy Ninth Birthday Josh!!! I love you!!


See you when I see you.
Baron (Joshua's Daddy)

Crown and Coke (Revisited)

Some money owed is to be repaid, so it's off to Crown and Coke land. Drink, drank, drunk, followed by the long walk home LOL. Tomorrow is my son Joshua's birthday, that will give me something interesting to write about.

See you when I see you.
Baron

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day. It is probably the greatest day of the year when you are deeply in love, or have just begun a new relationship. It can still be a pretty damn good day even when you are barely hanging on to love, but still sharing it with someone. It can be the most depressing day of the year if you are single, a hopeless romantic (Well, maybe not hopeless LOL), and forced to spend the day as a spectator.

I have been trying to decide for quite some time which tune to use as my Valentine's Day song. I've been going back through my life, thinking of all the music associated with it, and trying to figure out which song signifies what Valentines and true love really mean to me. The song I have chosen is one which I had listened to for years, but never actually heard until one day in Parksville on the way to Coombs.


Songbird - Fleetwood Mac

For you, there'll be no more crying
For you, the sun will be shining
And I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's alright

To you, I'll give the world
To you, I'll never be cold
"Cause I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's alright

And the songbirds are singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before.

And I wish you all the love in the world,
But most of all, I wish it from myself.

And the songbirds keep singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before, like never before.


See you when I see you.
Baron

Arbutus Ridge

Did 18 at Arbutus Ridge today. Shot 2 birdies, 4 pars, and 12 fuggetaboutits. It was a great day for golf except for about four holes in the middle when it felt like it was going to snow. Had a perfect hole with a long drive, four iron in, and twenty footer for bird. The other bird I stuck one on one of the par 5's. Outshot Clint and Craig, but Tim was in his own game with a 78.

See you when I see you.
Baron

Poem

I worked a long day today, and I'm booked for Arbutus Ridge at 9:00 tomorrow. It's a fairly easy course, hopefully the weather will cooperate and we can hit in the sun.

This is a poem I wrote long ago when I was newly in love and the world felt like it was at my fingertips. It's funny how you view the world at large during different stages of your life.

How to Tell if you are Soulful

You abhor war, racism, and all forms of social injustice
You sometimes leap without looking
You try your best not to step on bugs
You like to dance barefoot in the rain
You give your change to the homeless
You cry during sad movies, no matter who's looking
You like to fly kites and ride bikes
You make people smile instead of frown
You have written someone's name in the sand
You don't believe in war to deter war
You sometimes just stare into the distance
You like poetry, colors, jello, music, and hopscotch
You have been head over heels in love
You like to get lost while driving
You love it when someone says "Close your eyes, no peeking"
You have come to the conclusion there is an unseen force
You aren't tied to possessions or money
You like ice cream for two and spooning
You like to snuggle in a hammock
You are known for your laugh
You love all children, animals, and everything else on the planet
You are reading this and smiling


See you when I see you.
Baron

Yada, Yada, Yada

The weekend is here, and still sick. Still no chicken soup either LOL. Went to work today, against my body's will, and lasted all day.

I've been trying to decide which song to use on Valentine's Day. Thinking of all the songs that have held meaning in my life at different periods. It's down to the last couple, and by Monday I will have made my choice. Valentine's Day sure is like day and night, depending on whether or not one is single. Chocolates are not something to buy for yourself, and flowers just don't seem to smell as nice or look as bright.



Short Skirt Long Jacket - Cake

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes
I want a girl with the right allocation
Who's fast, and thorough, and sharp as a tack
She's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair
She's touring the facility and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short skirt,
And a loooooooooooooong jacket

I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete to cut through red tape
With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass
She is fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack
She is touring the facility and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short skirt,
And a long, long jacket

I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
At citi bank we will meet accidentally
We'll start to talk when she borrows my pen
She wants a car with a cup holder armrest
She wants a car that will get her there
She's changing her name from Kitty to Karen
She's trading her MG for a white Chrysler Le Baron
I want a girl with a short skirt,
And a
Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooong
Jacket

Sick Days

Took the day off work today because I'm still feeling sick. It was a nice, sunny day out which made it suck twice as much to be home. Sick days off work should be spent on the golf course, not actually being sick I've got some sort of flu, and no one to bring me some chicken soup.

While I was home today I watched "Reservoir Dogs". My favorite part of the movie is when Mr. Pink (Steve Buscemi) gives his reasons for not tipping.`

Nice Guy Eddie:
Ok, everybody cough up green for the little lady.

Everybody whips out a buck and throws it on the table.
Everybody, that is, except Mr. Pink.

Nice Guy Eddie:
C'mon throw in a buck.

Mr. Pink:
Uh-huh, I don't tip.

Nice Guy Eddie:
Whaddaya mean you don't tip?

Mr. Pink:
I don't believe in it.

Nice Guy Eddie:
You don't believe in tipping?

Mr White: (Laughing)
I love this kid, he's a madman, this guy.

Mr. Blonde:
Do you have any idea what these ladies make? They make shit.

Mr. Pink:
Don't give me that. She don't make enough money, she can quit.

(Everybody Laughs)

Nice Guy Eddie:
I don't even know a Jew who'd have the balls to say that. So let's get this straight. You never tip?

Mr. Pink:
I don't tip because society says I gotta. I tip when somebody deserves a tip. When somebody really puts forth an effort, they deserve a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, that shit's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doin' their job.

Mr Blue:
Our girl was nice.

Mr. Pink:
Our girl was okay. She didn't do anything special.

Mr. Blonde:
What's something special, take ya in the kitchen and suck your dick?

(They All Laugh)

Nice Guy Eddie:
I'd go over twelve percent for that.

Mr. Pink:
Look, I ordered coffee. Now we've been here a long fuckin' time, and she's only filled my cup three times. When I order coffee, I want it filled six times.

Mr Blonde:
What if she's too busy?

Mr. Pink:
The words "too busy" shouldn't be in a waitress's vocabulary.

Nice Guy Eddie:
Excuse me, Mr. White, but the last thing you need is another cup of coffee.

(They All Laugh)

Mr. Pink:
These ladies aren't starvin' to death. They make minimum wage. When I worked for minimum wage, I wasn't lucky enough to have a job that society deemed tipworthy.

Nice Guy Eddie:
Ahh, now we're getting down to it. It's not that he's a cheap bastard--

Mr. Orange:
It is that too--- --

Nice Guy Eddie:
It is that too. He couldn't get a waiter job. You talk like a pissed-off dishwasher:
"Fuck those cunts and their fuckin' tips".

Mr. Blonde:
So you don't care that they're counting on your tip to live?

(Mr. Pink rubs two of his fingers together)

Mr. Pink:
You know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin, playing just for the waitressess.

Mr Blonde:
You don't have any idea what you're talking about. These people bust their asses, it's a hard job.

Mr. Pink:
So's working at McDonald's, but you don't feel the need to tip them.They're serving you food, you should tip 'em. But no, society says tip these guys over here, but not those guys over there. That's bullshit.

Mr. Orange:
They work harder that the kids at McDonald's.

Mr. Pink:
Oh yeah, I don't see them cleaning fryers.

Mr. Brown:
These people are taxed on the tips they make. When you stiff 'em, you cost them money.

Mr Blonde:
Waitressing is the number one occupation for female non-college graduates in this country. It's the one job basically any woman can get, and make a living on. The reason is because of the tips.

Mr. Pink:
Fuck all that

(They All Laugh)

Mr. Pink:
Hey, I'm very sorry that the government taxes their tips. That's fucked up. But that ain't my fault. It would appear that the waitresses are one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Show me a paper that says the government shouldn't do that, I'll sign it.Put it to a vote, I'll vote for it. But what I won't do is play ball. And this non-college bullshit you're telling me, I've got two words for that: "Learn to fuckin' type." 'Cause if you're expecting me to help out with the rent, you're in for a big fucking' suprise.

Mr. Orange:
He convinced me. Give me my dollar back.


Almost enough to make me ask for my dollar back too.

See you when I see you.
Baron

Gung Ho Fat Choy

Happy Chinese New Year!! 2005 is the Year of the Rooster.

Still feeling the effects of my cold. Of course, spending the afternoon on the golf course was probably not the best thing for me. LOL, and sick people shoot scores like 96 when they are golfing. Ugly game that was only kept below triple digits by a few long putts.


Don't Know Why - Norah Jones

I waited 'til I saw the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
I left you by the house of fun
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come

When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand

My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever

Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstasy
But I'll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road along

My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever

Something has to make you run
I don't know why I didn't come
I feel as empty as a drum
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come


See you when I see you.
Baron

Echinacea

Went for a two hour night hike in the snow at Goward Tod Park, and now it feels like there is a cold a-brewin' LOL. It's echinacea and sleep on the menu for tonight.



From : Being John Malkovich

Craig:
There's a tiny door in that empty office. It's a portal Maxine. It takes you inside John Malkovich. You see the world through John Malkovich's eyes, then, after about fifteen minutes, you're spit out into a ditch on the side of The New Jersey Turnpike.

Maxine:
Sounds delightful. Who the fuck is John Malkovich?

Craig:
He's an actor. One of the great American actors of the 20th century.

Maxine:
What's he been in?

Craig:
Lots of things. He's very well respected. That jewel thief movie, for example. The point is that this is a very odd thing, supernatural, for lack of a better word. It raises all sorts of philosophical questions about the nature of self, about the existence of the soul. Am I me? Is Malkovich Malkovich? Was the Buddha right, is duality an illusion? Do you see what a can of worms this portal is? I don't think I can go on living my life as I have lived it. There's only one thing to do. Let's get married right away.

Maxine:
Is this Malkovich fellow appealing?

Craig:
Yes, of course. He's a celebrity.

Maxine:
Good. We'll sell tickets.

Craig:
Tickets to Malkovich?

Maxine:
Exactly. Two hundred dollars a pop.



See you when I see you.
Baron

The Day After

Still feeling the effects from Super Bowl, Terry decided that today was a good day to skip his blog. Hangovers are the curse of the Gods for time well wasted.

See you when I see you
Baron

Bob Marley & Super Bowl

The New England Patriots defeated the Philadelphia Eagles 24-21 in Super Bowl XXXIX earlier this evening. This is by exactly the three point margin I predicted yesterday, although by four points more each. My thanks to my hosts, Derrick and Jean, for putting up some awesome wings and a place to watch the game.

Also, today is the birthday of a musical legend, Bob Marley. Bob would have been sixty today, and in honor of him, this is one of his songs which I think epitomizes the way he would have wanted the world.


War - By Bob Marley

Until the philosophy that holds one race
Superior and another inferior
Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
Everywhere is war, me say war

That until there is no longer first class
And second class citizens of any nation
Until the color of a man's skin
Is of no more significance than the color of his eyes
Me say war

Until the basic human rights are equally
Guaranteed to all, without regard to race
Dis a war

That until that day
The dream of lasting peace, world citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion
To be pursued, but never attained
Now everywhere is war, war

And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
That hold our brothers in Angola, in Mozambique
South Africa sub-human bondage
Have been toppled, utterly destroyed
Well, everywhere is war, me say war

War in the east, war in the west
War up north, war down south
War, war, rumors of war

And until that day, the African continent
Will not know peace, we Africans will fight
We find it necessary and we know we shall win
As we are confident in the victory

Of good over evil, good over evil, good over evil
Good over evil, good over evil, good over evil


See you when I see you
Baron

Night Hikes and Changing Places

Went for a great night hike along Caleb Pike tonight. It was quite the view across the inlet to the Malahat. We flashed our lights at the cars, and I wonder what the people thought of the lights.

Do you ever notice how our perception of certain places changes over the years. For the longest time Bamfield Park, to me, was associated with getting caught doing 130 in a 30 zone in my camaro back in the day. I walked through there today and it was chai latte and wrestling. Happy Valley school used to be about game-winning home runs. That is until I was driving that day and heard it was on fire. When I go past now, I still get a bit of the feeling of panic for Josh and Colleen that I felt that day.

Super Bowl is tomorrow with New England facing Philadelphia. My pre-game prediction is New England 20 Philadelphia 17. The current Vegas line has New England by 7 with an over/under of 48.


See you when I see you.
Baron

Long Beach

Went to Long Beach for work today. If you've never been, it's on the west coast of Vancouver Island and it's got to be one of the most beautiful places on earth. Big, crashing waves, and there were people surfing!!! In February!! I tell you, it doesn't get much better than living here.

Anyways, it's been a long, long, day. So like yesterday's post, this is it.


See you when I see you
Baron

Untitled

This post is untitled because I really don't have anything to say. Early to bed, early to rise, blah, blah, blah. On the road at five tomorrow, going to Tofino.

See you when I see you.
Baron

Groundhog Day

Groundhog Day, the day when some furry, buck-toothed, rodent is rudely awakened from his hibernation, flung out in the snow, to look for his shadow. As if he would know his fuckin' shadow if it's there. I'm pretty sure Groundhog Day doesn't apply to Victoria, where I golfed this afternoon in a t-shirt. Well, I guess at least the technical term for it is golf. What I was playing was something that looked nothing like golf.

Weatherman - From the movie "Groundhog Day"

Predictions show, a steady low,
You're feeling just the same.
But seasons come, and seasons go,
I'll make you smile again.
If you don't believe me, take me by the hand,
can't you fell you're warming up?
Ya, I'm your weatherman.

Cold winds blowin'
Snow is drivin', everyone insane.
Hard rain's fallin'
Pitter-Patter down your window pane.
If precipitation is foilin' all your plans,
just call information up, ask for the weatherman.

Ask for the weatherman.

They say it's gone, say weathers done,
but that don't mean a thing.
'Cause I'm the one, that moves the sun,
For you I'd turn it into spring.
So when you're feeling lonely,
Baby, I can warm you up, 'cause I'm your weatherman.

Because I'm your weatherman.
Baby --- try to understand.
Mmmmmmmmm

So, when you're feeling lonely, try to understand,
Baby, I can warm you up 'cause I'm your weatherman.

When it's cold outside, call your weatherman.
When it's cold outside, I can warm you up.

I can do it baby.


See you when I see you
Baron

Just me Thinks

Another on and off week of work. Working, and most other things, seems to drain more energy during the waning weeks of winter. February broods, it's presence hovering over the promise of spring that March will bring. The shortest month becomes the longest. Grey days and black nights translate into mood, anxiously awaiting the changing of the seasons.

I had a conversation last night with a girl about teaching. She is a teacher and she asked me if I thought a teacher should teach a student everything they know, fearing that the student would soon overtake the teacher(She teaches some kind of eastern religious course). My thought was that by passing all the knowledge that the teacher possessed to the student, the teacher can then view his students accomplishments as partly his own, keeping that part of him which feels jealousy satisfied. She agreed with me, but asked if it was true that most people wouldn't be able to do this. Only a true teacher can give all their knowledge to somebody else, and the only example that I can readily come up with is a parent.

Faith. It's a hard word to define, and if you asked a hundred people, you'd probably get a hundred different answers. To me faith means the absolute inner assurance that whatever plan "the other" has in store for you, whatever way you shape your destiny, the choices you make will eventually work out for the better. Sometimes we reach points in our lives when we feel like we are having some sort of awakening, like things are clarifying right before our very eyes. We are sure that we've finally got it all figured out. The next minute we are left scratching our heads, wondering how the hell it all fell apart. Faith is the belief, through both sides of things, that things are happening exactly as they should.

Well, that certainly turned into a little more than I originally planned. I guess we all need to just let out a little bit once in a while. Happy February!!


See you when I see you
Baron