Monday, November 27, 2006

The Great Hunter

I guess I'm not as much of a die hard hunter as I used to be. My little brother Colton is though, although its kinda hard to tell from this picture of him. I had a lot that I had wanted to write about the first day of Deer Season but than I realized that I had already written it all a year ago in a previous blog.


Still nothing beats a early morning sunrise from the shanty, seeing that monster buck run out in front of you (even if you hit him, track him for 3 hours and someone else gets him later that evening), a big bowl of chili after a long hard day, or waking up just in time to get a good picture of your younger brother sleeping.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Thanksgiving 2006

Well the weather was a lot nicer this year compaired to last Thanksgiving, & almost everyone made it to dinner.
I'm not sure what the official count was, but there were over 20 people there. Most people have an adult table and a children's table. We had an adults table, a children's table, & a seniors table. Uncle Marvin & I still had to sit in the living room.

As always its nice to spend time with the family. I even got a present this year. It wasn't really a surprise though because I bought it for myself. I bought it for myself but it was from my grandparents, I had my grandmother open it for me. Confused yet? Good! I got this brilliant idea, usually I'm the only one that thinks my ideas are brilliant, but this time i think most people agreed. Every year I end up taking home leftovers and in the process my grandmothers Tupperware. So I decided that since I needed some good food storage containers, I would buy an nice 54 piece set for myself and leave it at my grandparents. Then I can take it home with me little by little, one meal at a time & gram isn't missing any of her stuff.

It was a very busy day. I didn't realize that when my sister Robin mentioned that maybe I might want to deep fry the turkey this year, that I was the turkey. My mom and brother-in-law were under the impression that it was my idea and something I had been wanting to do, so out of the kindness of their hearts they would let me do it. None of us realized that my sister was plotting on us because she didn't want to do it. And everyone thought I was the sneaky one. I did enjoy doing it though, but was curious when my mom kept telling everyone that it was my idea to deep fry the turkey. She didn't believe me when i told her I had only found out I was going to do it 2 days prior. Then came dinner. As if i didn't get enough to eat at dinner i had 5 different kids of pie or cake. Everyone was laughing at me as they were cleaning off the kids table and I was still eating my desert, very very slowly. To work dinner off I went over to my grandparents garden with my 2 uncles, cousin, & brother-in-law to pick bulbs & tubers. That onions & potato's, just in case you were thinking i was a little crazy. Wow, that 5th piece of desert was a mistake. I was ready for a big nap when we got back.


I am thankful for a lot this year. As always my friends and family are always there when I need them and sometimes when I don't realize that I need them. Third chances, even when they don't work out. Realizations of future possibilities, even if they didn't work out either. Lessons learned. New talents discovered, apparently I'm good at writing :) Accidents that could have been a lot worse. My surrogate family in central PA, Diane & Randy.
Specifically for today, I am thankful that as I was driving to my grandparents house at 85 mph the New York State Trooper decided to only give me a "dirty look" as I drove past.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Monday, November 20, 2006

Fight Club


The picture is of me and my younger brother wrestling at our family reunion this fall. He thinks that just because he is bigger than me that he can take his older brother. Once again he was wrong. I was really rooting for him this year to. Especially since as of tonight I have officially retired from wrestling matches at the family reunion. ;) I think I covered that in my previous post Quality time with the little brother.
Any way, that's not the point of this post. I just thought that this picture went really well with the title of this blog. The real point of this is the book, not the movie, Fight Club by Chuck Palahntuk. While the movie was very good, editing and time probably created a need to make changes in the original story. The biggest most significant change was how the two main characters met. I wont get into how they met in the movie since most of you that know what I'm talking about have most likely watched the movie instead of read the book. I will post the transcript of how the meeting took place in the book. If you haven't read the book, I would suggest picking it up or borrowing it from me. Even if you have seen the movie, the book is much better:

I melt and swell at the moment of landing when one wheel thuds on the runway but the plane leans to one side and hangs in the decision to right itself or roll. For this moment, nothing matters. Look up into the stars and you're gone. Not your luggage. Nothing matters. Not your bad breath. The windows are dark outside and the turbine engines roar backward. The cabin hangs at the wrong angle under the roar of the turbines, and you will never have to file another expense account claim. Receipt required for items over twenty-five dollars. You will never have to get another haircut.
A thud, and the second wheel hits the tarmac. The staccato of a hundred seat-belt buckles snapping open, and the single-use friend you almost died sitting next to says:
I hope you make your connection.
Yeah, me too.
And this is how long your moment lasted. And life goes on.
And somehow, by accident, Tyler and i met.
It was time for a vacation.
You wake up at LAX.
Again.
How I met Tyler was i went to a nude beach. This was the very end of summer, and i was asleep. Tyler was naked and sweating, gritty with sand, his hair wet and stringy, hanging in his face.
Tyler had been around a long time before we met.
Tyler was pulling driftwood logs out of the surf and dragging them up the beach. In the wet sand, he'd already planted a half circle of logs so they stood a few inches apart and as tall as his eyes. There were four logs, and when i woke up, I watched Tyler pull a fifth log up the beach. Tyler dug a hole under one end of the log then lifted the other end until the log slid into the hole and stood there at a slight angle.
You wake up at the beach.
We were the only people on the beach.
With a stick, Tyler drew a straight line in the sand several feet away. Tyler went back to straighten the log by stamping sand around its base.
I was the only person watching this.
Tyler called over, "Do you know what time it is?"
I always wear a watch.
"Do you know what time is is?"
I asked, where?
"Right here," Tyler said. "Right now."
It was 4:06 p.m.
After a while, Tyler sat cross-legged in the shadow of the standing logs. Tyler sat for a few minutes, got up and took a swim, pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, and started to leave. I had to ask.
I had to know what Tyler was doing while I was asleep.
If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?
I asked if Tyler was an artist.
Tyler shrugged and showed me how the five standing logs were wider at the base. Tyler showed me the line he'd drawn in the sand, and how he'd use the line to gauge the shadow cast by each log.
Sometimes, you wake up and have to ask where you are.
What Tyler had created was the shadow of a giant hand. Only now the fingers were Nosferatu-long and the thumb was too short, but he said how at exactly four-thirty the hand was perfect. The giant shadow hand was perfect for one minute, and for one perfect minute Tyler had sat in the palm of a perfection he'd created himself.
You wake up, and you're nowhere.
One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.
You wake up, and that's enough.
His name was Tyler Durden, and he was a movie projectionist with the union, and he was a banquet waiter at a hotel, downtown, and he gave me his phone number.
And this is how we met.

Deep thoughts or inane rambling.........that's up to the individual. I personally feel some kind of pull toward self perfection. Satisfaction that its not always about the big picture, but the little small moments. The Little Nothings, sometimes that's what matters most.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

60 Years!



For those of you that don't know, these are my maternal grandparents. Most of you that know me have heard me talk about them, I'm sure. Today is their 60th Wedding Anniversary. That is a long time, especially by today's standards. Now I know other people that have been married a long time but there is one big difference. If you look at the picture above you can see that they are still holding hands. Even after 60 years.
Most people say that they want to have what my grandparents have in the picture above. A lot of those same people don't realize what it takes to achieve that. To many people settle for what comes a long and don't hold out for the real thing. Or they let stubbornness and pride get in the way. Take me for example. I am 32 years old and still looking. Its only been the last 2 years that I have started to really learn who i am and what it takes to achieve such a lofty goal. I have made many mistakes. Some of those mistakes are fixable and some of them you just cant come back from. In case this paragraph needs a translation ( I'm working on getting my head out of my ass).
My karma has taught me a lot. It has taught me about the repairable and the irreconcilably broken mistakes. I have made them both and had them shown to me as others made the same mistakes. Its not always easy to swallow your pride and forgive. I can forgive but where i really have trouble is forgetting.
When I was 6 my parents split up. I don't remember this story but my mom does. I took it really hard. She was trying to comfort me as i was sitting on my bed crying saying "I will never get married". So far i have been true to my word. Divorce is a hard thing. I had a friend that was in his late 20's when his parents got divorced. You would think it would be easier for him since he was older, but it wasn't. Sure, he handled it more like a grown up, but it was still just as hard for him to see his parents split up. I also have another friend who recently went through a divorce. It broke my heart when he told me that his 8 year old said that he was never going to get married. Some things your never get over.
Sometimes the hard things work out for the best. I think my mom feels guilty sometimes when i talk about that story. Like she feels it was her fault it happened or that maybe she could have done more to hold the family together. One of the other things i have learned is that what happens in life is not always in our control. You can want something and do everything you can and it just doesn't work out the way you plan. I do honestly believe that all of the family was better off in the long run with the way things worked out. I know people who's parents stayed together but were miserable. In the long run this is not any better than getting a divorce.
So here i am, a young impressionable boy. I have seen the heartbreak of divorce at a early age. I have also seen the real life fairy tail that my grandparents have. It makes it hard. Part of me wants so much to be old and gray. Holding hands and smacking my wife on the ass. I don't know if my grandparents do that or not, but its something this dirty old man will be doing. The other part of me is still that 6 year old. Sitting on the bed, trying to protect himself by staying out of harms way. That part of me has been growing up in the last 2 years though. Its hard though, but i know if i don't i wont have some old woman smiling as she rolls her eyes every time i give her a slap on her bottom. As i have said before, Life is long, so hopefully there is still time for this dirty still young man.
I know 60 years is not going to be the one big long moment of perfection that i have spoken about in other blogs. The picture above is though. To be in love with someone for 60 years and to still hold hands after all the trials and tribulations. That is a moment of perfection & to have those moments every day is a life well lived. I want to thank my grandparents today for being them, raising a good family and giving us all hope for the future.
HAPPY 60th ANNIVERSARY!

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Life, the Universe, and Everything



First off if you didn't get the reference to the number "42" in the above comic than stop reading here. You will not understand, or probably not care to understand the rest of this particular blog. It is highly probable that this will be most of you. You won't understand anything about this until you read The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. If on the other hand you already know that the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything is 42 but are unsure what the actual question is, then keep reading.

Late on the night of March 13th 2006, I was writing my blog Deep Thoughts. I didn't even realize the reference to the computer Deep Thought until the end of the blog when I put in the line about how this all connected to 42. Strange coincidence or just highly improbable? After I wrote that blog I still had a lot cluttering my mind. I decided to try to clear my deep thoughts by laying in bed randomly surfing the internet on my laptop. As I was stumbling around the internet I came across something very interesting.

Douglas Adams, the author of one of my favorite books, "The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy", was also a writer for Monty Python's Flying Circus. On November 14, 1974 he appeared in the episode Light Entertainment War. He played Dr. Emile Koning. He was not listed in the credits for this episode, but the information can be found on the internet. It was the 3rd episode of Season 4. Can anyone guess what episode number this was for the series? Anyone? Anyone? For those of you who just jumped up and said "42", which will probably not be any of my normal readers, You are Correct!

In no way am I trying to say that this was Douglas's meaning of Life, the Universe & Everything. He has stated before that the number was just a random number he thought up. Or it could of been a improbable coincidence. Ok, if ya get it, ya get the joke by now. I will stop, sorry. Since episode 42 aired in 1974 and The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy didn't debut on the BBC until 1978 it is entirely possible there is a connection.

I have read a lot of the message boards and seen all the things people have came up with to reference the number 42 to Life, The Universe & Everything. I have seen everything from references to the genetic make up of DNA (also coincidentally Douglas Noel Adams initials), to base 13 math. I'm not one of those people. I'm just pointing out something interesting I happened to run across and possible helping the mystery to spin haphazardly as it has for years, rotating on chance and change, improbable as it may be.

Either way it reminds me of another one of my favorite books. A totally different kind of book, but one that in some strange way connects with this blog in the following phrase "One moment of Perfection". That other book is Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk. Yes, that's a strange combination. I will talk about Fight Club in a later blog and maybe you will understand my reference.

One moment of Perfection. Now I didn't know Mr. Adams and I don't claim to know anything remotely of his thoughts, but this is what rambled through my mind 8 months ago and is still rambling. Everyone has dreams and goals. Wants and desires. Life is far from perfect. Very far from perfect. If you expect life to always turn out the way it should than you will have a lot of days spent wondering what went wrong. That's life. You have to cherish the things that do go well and strive to make more things go right than go wrong. There are those small moments of Perfection when everything is right in the world (see my blog for 11/20/06). It can happen. It takes a lot of work and a lot of luck.

Its been said that if anyone actually knew the Ultimate Question to Life, The Universe, & Everything the universe would unravel and re-create itself in a strange new way so the old question would be irrelevant. Well this actually happened, but most of you didn't realize it. Just two minutes after I made this discovery for some reason unknown or unaware to me. I snapped my fingers. I don't know why I would even attempt that because anyone that knows me knows that I can not snap my fingers. Thub my fingers, Yes, but not snap them. At that moment the sound my fingers made was so crisp and clear I actually stopped and looked at my hand. I had to laugh because then I knew that the universe had just dissolved and I was on to something.

My point is very simple. The Ultimate Question to Life, The Universe, & Everything is both as simple and as complex as the answer. 42. Its what you make of it. Maybe Mr. Adams had his dream fulfilled the day he had a small part on a tv show. Maybe your small moment of perfection is a perfect sunrise, seeing your son or daughter being born, falling asleep in the arms of the one you love, laughing till it hurts, seeing the smile on the face of someone you helped, winning the lottery, a dream home, a good workout, making a million dollars in the stock market by buying Google, creating a worldwide cult following that takes the joke literally and tries to figure out an obscure reference you made even after you told them it was a joke and they still didn't stop even after you were dead.

Its the dream, no matter how big or how small. The goal that you fear but still jump into with both feet, or maybe you just kinda step in it. Its that one small moment of perfection that keeps us striving for the next moment. It gives even those of us that tend to botch those moments up something to look forward to. Your own personal question and answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything.

DON'T PANIC!