From the brink of Agony comes Victory

Astros had a comeback victory tonight. Their first win of the season. There were 2 outs, nobody on, and a 3-2 count. One pitch and the agony of defeat sets in. Then, a walk. A flicker of hope. And anticipation builds. Hope and desperation mesh together to form some kind of cosmic precision. And, then everything goes right. We tie the game, and then get a 3-run homerun from Berkman and the win. Thus, this blog is inspired by the Astros.

From the brink of Agony comes Victory.

I wanted to delve deeper into this phenomenom. We as human beings hold something very precious. Hope. No matter where this hope is channeled, it is there. We are hot-wired with it. We cannot live without it. We may discount it, but it is still there.

My hope tonight was for the Astros to win their first game. And, even with 2 outs in the 9th inning, I was still hoping for the miraculous comeback. Well, we won!!! This is an incredible feeling. To somebody else, it may seem lame, or mundane, that I was so excited about this victory. However, after analyzing it, I found that my excitement came from recognizing the payoff of hope.

We hope for so many things and get let down so many times, but those times when things we hope for come true, we savor every ounce of it. It could be as simple as hoping for green lights all the way home, or an Astros victory. You cannot tell me that when something you hope for comes true, it is not sweet.

So, keep hoping and dreaming, because miracles will keep trudging their way through the agony.

Nonsense Running on Fumes

3/24/08 - Since I had an abnormal level of energy today, I thought I should try and tap into that last bit of energy before those lights fade down and I drift off into another day. So, where does the blog go from here. Well, I guess for some motivation, I will use Feel Good Inc by the Gorillaz since it just got to that song on Demon Days. Meloncholy Town and the Infinite Sadness reminds me of those connections to Smashing Pumpkins and the endless connections of life itself.

So, my blog will now transform, thanks to Gorillaz and Feel Good Inc inspiration. A random search for my brain’s connections to the next thing the pops up...here we go.

I hear an echo like Ecco the Dolphin and Sega promotes Segram’s 7 which is sold in 7-11, so grab a Slurpee, and see the Synchronicity. Maybe you forget that the Police contains a Sting or that Roxanne is just a movie with Steve Martin and his big nose is in love with Darryl Hannah Barbara flapping her flipper at Splashtown with Tom Hank Williams the Third Rock and Roll from the Sunny Side up, please...my mind is scrambled.

And while these Gorillaz in the Midst show me Sigourney Weavers, I heard Dennis Hopper speaking of Monkees and the Daydream Believers will find the Pretenders or the Proclaimer will travel 500 miles just to be the man that will fall down at your door. Open Sesame Street. This Big Bird is singing a song and playing that Guitar that Gently Weeps for soft Lennons and Shopping Mc-Cart-Knees. Head and Shoulders. Dandruff. McGruff. D.A.R.E.

Wow, another Gorillaz song. DARE. See how this trick can bring you right back to where you started.

Our lives are perhaps like YoYos. Once we get a hold of it the right way, we can toss our lives out there and watch the amazing tricks unfold before our eyes. And sometimes our lives become tangled and those pesky knots won’t come undone. You have to take the time to work it out, get your string straightened out, wind your mind up, and let go. That invisible string that is your individuality.

Yo Yo Yo - It may be time to go - or before your feathers bow- please know - that although you reap what you sew - life goes on - and we are just pawns in the lawn of the progressive universe - inching our way to another day.

Fading to the sun of this S A N D Y D O M E - D E M O N D A Y S

Connections in Everything. Nonsense Running on Fumes.

Random Words

3/12/08 - My hands will now start typing random words. Hold on...Let me think...Ok...Almost got it...delicate spectators drove drivers through thorough burrows of sparrow sculptures guarded by vultures with no culture or virtue or vivor or saavy sayings for cravings of ravens thirsty for thirty ice cubed tubes filled with filaments containing plain grains of insane membranes located on the cypress hill we all know too well of wishes creating dishes of switches switching our direction to sections of questions surrounded by crowded shrouded clouds forming the shape of an observor’s mind passing its prime and in good time our rhymes will be worth less than a dime of nickels that buys four hundred pickles and while jalapenos relish their fate the ketchup will try talking sense into the mustard but it will be stubborn scorned and torn from the norm...cheers...everybody knows your name.

What's a blog?

3/12/08 - Ummm. Yeah. Blog. I am full. I just got back from Houston’s restaurant. My cousin very graciously treated me to a late birthday meal and said I had to try the burger. Fantastic. Am I blogging? How about a rant? Random rant coming at ya.....The smog of this blog is proportionate to the summation of its elevation. It is easy to apply equations to everyday situations because you can watch chaos tear them apart. Weeeeeee. Randomness. I love routine, but probably because I like all the differences smacked in between. That’s where you pick out the cool stuff. Like watching a movie you have seen a thousand times but pick up something new. Am I blogging? Does this fall into your category? How about another stupid sentence. I single handed-ly kept a entire Yoohoo chocolate drink machine in business in high school because I drank Yoohoo everyday. You can print that. No need keeping it to yourself.