"Ron, I really enjoy all the help you have given me and the times we spent together. I hope that you will not be too depressed by our parting. It may be a very long time before we see each other again. But providing that I get through this Alaskan Deal in one piece you will be hearing from me again in the future. I’d like to repeat the advice I gave you before, in that I think you really should make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing or been to hesitant to attempt.
So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one piece of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
If you want to get more out of life, Ron, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty. And so, Ron, in short, get out of Salton City and hit the Road. I guarantee you will be very glad you did.
But I fear that you will ignore my advice. You think I am stubborn, but you are even more stubborn than me. You had a wonderful chance on your drive back to see one of the greatest sights on earth, the Grand Canyon, something every American should see at least once in his life. But for some reason incomprehensible to me you wanted nothing but to bolt for home as quickly as possible, right back to the same situation which you see day after day after day. I fear you will follow this same inclination in the future and thus fail to discover all the wonderful things that God has placed around us to discover.
Don’t settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon. You are still going to live a long time, Ron, and it would be a shame if you did not take the opportunity to revolutionize your life and move into an entirely new realm of experience.
You are wrong if you think Joy emanates only or principally from human relationships. God has placed it all around us. It is in everything and anything we might experience. We just have to have the courage to turn against our habitual lifestyle and engage in unconventional living.
My point is that you do not need me or anyone else around to bring this kind of light in your life. It is simply waiting out there for you to grasp it, and all you have to do is reach for it. The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness to engage in new circumstances.
Ron, I really hope that as soon as you can you will get out of Salton City, put a little camper on the back of your pickup, and start seeing some of the great work that God has done here in the American West. You will see things and meet people and there is much to learn from them.
And you must do it economy style, no motels, do your own cooking, as a general rule spend as little as possible and you will enjoy it much more immensely. I hope that the next time I see you, you will be a new man with a vast array of new adventures and experiences behind you. Don’t hesitate or allow yourself to make excuses. Just get out and do it. Just get out and do it. You will be very, very glad that you did.
Take care Ron,
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
As hoity-toity as I can be sometimes, I'm apparently not sophisticated enough to really appreciate modern art displays like this. I mean, it was somewhat interesting and all. I didn't dislike it, per se. But it didn't stir the type of reaction I would get when observing something like a colorful impressionist piece painted by Monet, for example.
I think I may have enjoyed it more if I could've gone swimming underneath the waterfall itself (though I doubt I would want to swim in the East River, so nevermind!).
That said, it actually was more interesting when the light illuminated the whitewater flow from the man-made waterfall at night. The water had a luminescant glow next to the surrounding darkness under the Brooklyn Bridge, which I thought was a nice visual.
I think they were taken down in October 2008.
I say that because it's not like I can really relate to her experiences, and I can't imagine there being very many 38 year-old heterosexual males flocking to the blog to read it, much less being interested in the subject matter and actually liking it.
Apparently, I must be more metrosexual than I realized. I embraced fitting into that description a long time ago, but somehow I always seem surprised when I'm able to confirm this.
I'd say I have plenty of attributes for people to complain about, but fitting into the 'metro' mold isn't one of them. I can fit in and feel completely comfortable in a room full of heterosexual beer-drinking, cheese-eating, football-watching rudimentary buffoons just as easily as I would if I were at a disco ball utopia like the Copacabana, surrounded by eccentric, flamboyantly proud, gay male divas prancing around in purple g-strings and assless chaps.
Wow, talk about digressing.
Anyway, she has a post regarding a visit to NYC that I found quirky and amusing, which is how I'd describe the overall blog so far. I can somehow totally relate to this particular line:
"I could see myself living here and falling madly in love with it, much like I adore Coco [her dog] even though she eats poop."
Monday, March 23, 2009
This photo is from a Vegas trip I took with a few friends in 2005. I don't know who this guy is, but he was sitting there completely drunk in a dark, hidden corner, away from people and away from all the nightlife action. Apparently, he had seen plenty of action prior to squating in this desolate spot.
My friends stayed at the New York, New York right on the strip, and I stayed at the Orleans, about a mile off the strip. The Orleans was a good bargain, and a nice enough place too; but I should've stayed closer to the action on the strip. There was always some interesting adventure to get into there.
We stayed for 4 nights, which is really about 48 hours too long if you ask me. Don't get me wrong, it was fun and all -- it's just that being on the back end of my thirty-something days, Sin City did a good job kicking my ass.
It really is like a sex or gambling addict's Disney World for adults. It's also like your crack addict, prostitute sister's shangri-la. I happen to be perfectly fine with anyone who is, or aspires to be either one, but for context's sake, there you go.
One thing's for sure -- gotta love the super-cheap buffets!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Much to my dismay, the place was packed with tourists. But, I claimed my spot and held it for a while as dusk settled in.
"How beautiful," I thought to myself. Then I looked around at the ridiculous mob of human bodies all around me and thought, "this is why I don't do the typical NYC tourist attractions!"
Guess I should've done this on a Wednesday or something.
Then again, knowing certain spots in NYC, it would still be just as polluted with the ever-present gaggles of carbon-based meat popsicles from around the world.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
I believe I was on Sullivan Street, pretty close to Washington Square Park when I took this. Over to the left is The Pinch Bar, by the flag. Unfortunately, I don't know how to upload the picture in its original size, so it's tough to see the place with the photo at this size.
I have no idea if the place is still open, or if the locals even like the place, but I had a good time there. From what I remember, I really liked the ambiance. Then again, I was already three sheets to the wind by the time I got there, so I suspect I would've been happy anywhere, so long as they served alcohol.
I do recall being late meeting my friends there on the night I went.
When I got there, everyone within earshot had already become fast friends, apparently -- because the girl I sat next to already had a big, smiling grin on her face as if she knew my life's story.
"You're late!" she said.
I don't know what it is about alcohol, but it tends to induce people to raise their voices a few decibels for no apparent reason.
Without missing a beat, I playfully respond, "Welp, you may not know this about me yet honey, but that's kinda what I do..."
She laughs, "Is that so?!"
I give her my finest, charming smile.
I turn to the bartender with an eyebrow raised, shrugging my shoulders with my hands up, "What can ya do, fuggetaboutit..."
You know you've had too many drinks when you mix Irish and Italian accents within seconds of each other.
The bartender being on the ball says, "Soooo, you're saying you need a double then, aye?"
Considering the fact that I was well on my way to oblivion, I raise my voice a few decibels and gleefully respond, "Finally! Someone who understands me!"
"Cap'n Coke, please!"
From that point on, it's a bit of a blur...but I know we all had a great time.
Sigh. New York City. How I miss her so...
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
There were many different types of exotic birds, as well as other types of interesting looking insects. Great place for kids who like birds and butterflies.
Both the butterflies and birds have their own little sanctuaries where they fly around free and unfettered. There are lots of flowers and trees, not to mention the pleasant, soothing sound that comes from water flowing out of the fountains and mini-currents from little ponds in the sanctuaries.
For someone who likes to take pictures, this place was perfect. There's so much to beauty there to capture.
The photo of the two birds is one my favorites from my visit. Not for the pic itself, per se -- but for me, it was one of those rare perfect-timing shots. I really love how the moment of affection between these two little birds was captured.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I don't know how normal it is to never be satisfied with anything.
Then again, what's the benchmark for 'normal' anyway, and who sets it? I mean, really.
I guess an argument can be made that normal is relative to whatever similarities in behaviors, beliefs, or traditions that a majority of people in a particular culture have in common with each other.
But even if that were the case, I think the word 'normal' should be outlawed and eliminated from language altogether.
I digress. Back to the grass-is-greener thing.
For as long as I can remember, I've always wanted more.
And when I've gotten more, I still wanted more than that too.
I would love to be one of those people who are grateful and content with the things they already have. Those types of people are usually able to see what they have, are thankful, and even refer to those things as blessings.
Good for them.
As for me, I just can't seem to stay on board with that program.
It's as if I have a perpetually ravenous appetite for whatever more is. And it's not so much a feeling of ambition as it is desire. It's a desire for something other than what I already have. And not just for material things, but everything.
Damn, I feel greedy. Heck, I guess it is greed.
In truth, there were a few occasions when I didn't feel like I needed more -- I've fallen in love a few times, and during those times, I actually was quite content. I didn't need more at all as far as relationships go.
I suppose I'll have to settle for that reality.
At least it's something, right? It's a start, I guess.
Therapy session over.