If you write "-2-2 x =" on a piece of paper, your pencil will make a rhythm similar to Chim Chimney, from Mary Poppins.

9 times 3=27

at this point, it's like... past the time I should be in bed, considering the early hour I must arise at tomorrow... and the fact that I haven't got more than 5 hours of sleep a night for the last 4 days. 

at this point, I don't know why people don't go outside

at this point, I've decided that I'm going to san fransisco more often

at this point, I'm tired of typing "at this point." 

at this point... ha...... ha...... jk

Porsche 911 Turbo

and the color of peace is the ocean. 

the ocean isn't a colour. 

yes, you can spell that two different ways. 

I think I'm insane. 

roller coasters don't give me an adrenaline rush anymore. 

maybe I'll become a legitimate spray paint artist... like.... those ghetto gangstas.... but instead of spray painting bridges... I'll paint plywood in my backyard. 

86,400 seconds in a day. 

one day I'll be able to write without this dumb stream of consciousness thing that doesn't make any sense. 

why the heck is she so perfect?

I have 4 shelves full of national geographic. 

did I mention I'm insane? 

I dunno why, but I seriously like this song... it's like... really "clean" dubstep... (and by "clean".... I mean that the notes are really "dubstepped"... it's like electronic). They (random people on the internet) speculate that the song was written about Taylor Swift. .... juuuuust in case you were wondering. 

speaking of awesome music... okay, so... since nobody's gonna actually click on that link up there, cause it's dubstep and the only people who like dubstep are DJ's.... here's another one... #notdubstep #inspirational #freakinamazing #youbetteratleastlistentothisone 

... ladies and gentlemen, here it is: (link) 

and, just to urge you to watch it even more, here it is... like no joke, this vid will change thine life... 

if you make someone smile in your day, you have made a difference for good in the world... a wonderful, beautiful change. 

I guess the reason why I don't practice the piano all that much anymore is because my legs don't fit underneath the piano so it's ridiculously uncomfortable to play... 

One day, I'ma ditch this sorry mimic of civilization and go live, for real. 

My new aspiration and adventure plan is to start taking the train to San Fransisco all the time... and parkour, study, explore, and slackline the city and marin headlands. 

Additionally, I found a dirt cheap sailing club that will teach me to sail for free.... and I think I'ma join. 

Things lead to their opposites. 

We need to meditate. 

This one guy, I don't even know him... but he wrote something flippin epical: 

"Look up my friend, look up to that night sky above you. Those stars you see, impossibly far from where you stand, are the same ones I see. Those stars, some have witnessed the birth of humanity, others burned out a millennium ago and all we see is an echo. Impossibly far away, yet  impossibly close, I hope the vastness of the universe makes your troubles melt away and brings you back to another time, I know it brings me back.  I see these stars over me, and I am comforted by that fact that the same stars shine over your head. One day, that may be the last connection we old friends have. It is a promise, a promise that as the years pass, we will never be completely alone. That we will always have this, a faded photo, a scribbled note, a memory of days gone by. A promise that us two weary travelers one day will meet again, and watch the stars together again, separated by neither mountain nor sea."-Brendan Illis

he didn't write that to me, just so ya'll know... I just found it online. 

the bold may not live forever, but the cautious never live at all. 

Go forth and seek potential. 

"each day's a gift and not a given right. Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind and try to take the path less traveled by." 

Watch the stars, and find the epicality in it all. 

I'ma get good at mountain biking. 

and this is.... my version of profoundity, haha.

I don't always feel profound, but when I do, I think some pretty scary stuff.

like, the latest facebook ad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMnTIQu34rQ

is it just me or is facebook seem like it's getting freaky?

I dunno what I'm really trying to say, but all I see is an attempt to monetize the great essence of humanity, basically... I just think of another video, one that it falls short of: Apple's "Think Different."  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFEarBzelBs

I dunno if that has to do with anything, but I remembered Steve Jobs, who died just over a year ago, I remembered that.  

Goodness, I seriously can't say anything profound... I'm like this fountain of randomness, I think profound stuff in my mind, but when it comes out, it just sounds non-sensible. It's strange. Go watch TED, and listen to some thought provoking music. Go read the transcendentalists. 

but, most of all- I encourage you to go live, it's insane not to live in the moment. "Find your Greatness"-Nike. 

Picture a Llama riding a unicycle through the woods while sipping a slurpie

just... life is awesome. 

Go and live. 

Get up, get out of mediocrity. and go become. 

Life, life is good. 

Fear sucks, fear is when you focus on what will happen if you fail at what you're doing right then. And it always detracts from you actually focusing on doing what needs to be done! 

Courage, tis not the absence of fear, but rather that other things are more important. 

How badly do you want it? 

^that question can change your life. 

if you want it, go get it, it's meant to be chased.

When I sit at the top of an impossibly steep hill on my mountain bike, and I look down and see the bushes, rocks, and logs that I have to navigate around as I fly down the hill in a controlled free fall, I experience something insane. I have to jump into the moment and then just do it. 

^just to share some random uselessness with the mindless void of the internet and the cloud.

The Piano Guys and Jon Schmidt are AMAZING. 

and, I bought a slackline. 

http://screencast.com/t/Q50UKmHrTa 

^that's slacklining, that's not me... but one day I will slackline that route, with a harness. 

Go forth and have an adventure. Think of what you want to look back on your life and see when you're 95, and then go and make that a reality. 

Alice Kingsley: This is impossible. 
The Mad Hatter: Only if you believe it is. 

Maybe... the bananas will go to church on the tennis courts' sky

One day I'll drive to the moon in a Porsche with power steering.

Just picture it, skiing across the sky listening to music in a Porsche. 

And then, we look back towards earth and where we've come from, and notice that we can look out and see our lives and futures and ideas and 7+ billion other people with hopes and dreams. And then we'll notice that it all is just a fantasical globe of life we call earth. And we'll put out our hands and realize that we can cover up the image of it with a single thumb. And we'll realize how small our problems and issues really are. 

but then, we'll kick on the party music and embrace the world and discover a new species of Moonkey. 

Maybe one day we'll all come to peace in the world. Maybe not. 

She's amazing. 

I legitimately think I'm going to sail a yatcht I build by hand around the world. 

So, I went to San Fransisco twice in two days, Saturday and Sunday of last week... 

Then I went to the middle of nowhere and met the people who lived in Wyoming all week. 

And, it blew my mind. Why do people stop listening? Why do they stop thinking? Why do they stop responding creatively?

People. We're awesome. And, frickin insane. We build bridges, have the greatest technology the world has ever seen accessible to nigh everyone, and yet... we still do stupid stuff. I guess it just a beautiful pile of humanity. 

But, that's not really what I marveled at. What I saw in SF was the complete eradication of pure humanity, with each individual sucked into their technological device, wearing mass-produced items to show their "individuality," and really just being part of a system. It blew my mind. 

Then I went to Wyoming, and I saw... people. I saw junk piles, and people who worked hard year round, I saw fields, I saw the middle of nowhere. 

And, it's people. People just the same. It was strange. 

She's amazing.

and, uh.. physics question.. does the effect of gravity have a speed?

I am completely insane. 

and uh, "One day too late" by Skillet is bouncing around my skull. 

And the internet connection in Wyoming is pitiful. 

that is all. 

Why do my epiphanies come at random times/in random situations?

I sat in the car for like... 14 hours today. 

so. life is awesome. 

Music is life. and not. 

So, I had a really cool epiphany today: 

THERE IS NO "IN-BETWEEN." 

[^I like how I used caps to make myself  look like a yelling idiot. :]

anyhow, I think it's a true statement, every single moment in life is beautiful and packed full of meaning. You see, life is a beautiful tapestry... and every thread is critical to the whole thing. Although some may be dull or shining, or brilliant or stunning, or just downright boring... all together, the contrast and combination is beautiful. 

I thought the other day about mastery, and living in the moment. basically I just "plagiarized" thought from Leonard George's Book "Mastery" which blew my mind. And, uh... if each moment is as amazing as the next, then mastery isn't seen on the stage where the pianist plays a $100,000 piano in a $5,000,000 building where people pay $120 a ticket to watch. If each moment is intermingled and inseparably connected with the rest, then mastery is simply Beauty. 

Beauty created by a choice in time. 

Maybe I should change my blog title to "musings of a mad man." 

I mean, that's probably copyrighted, so... yeah... 

So, uh... I think... after my 14 hour drive through basically desert to my grandparents house in the beautiful middle of nowhere... I think that, we need to drive sometimes, to go speeding through to emptiness. Just to find the beauty in the supposedly "bleak, blank, in-between space." Just to find the awe amid the nothingness. 

Are goals something we've just made up? 

Maybe I'm a bit too tired. 

Eastern thought is beautiful. 

I want to study telepistemology. [no, I did not make that word up]

The silence was truly deafening, and I mean that completely. 

Now that I'm essentially spouting nonsense, I'ma freewrite for a solid 10 minutes. 



Here goes: 

If you started your day by a week of zen mind riddles, would you be able to eat more window glass on your toast? maybe the answer to the applesauce is the song my grandma thinks is a conspiracy. I think, actually, that's buull. I don't think. or did I? huh? The Odyssey changed the world forever. Innovation is a beautiful thing. 10 minutes is a while, I never really thought about it that much. Pink polka dotted dinasaurs would make good pianists. I wonder what the world would think if I managed to become a great pianist, with my crappy start. maybe I'm just obsesssed with the piano, but I can't spele. I swear that wasn't intentional. maybe the fridge is full of mousetraps and they'll catch the trains of thought I can't manage to find. A thought is a connection, in the most basic form,, so... connections? that's cool. gives a bit of meaning to the "build bridges, not burn them." huh. yeah. I found the silence truly deafening, and that blew me away. I will mediat... MEDITATE... here one day and it will change my life, don't ask my why because the flowers of light will be beautiful in the day that we decide to make dubstep out of discarded ziplock bags and dumpster blinds that broke off the windows. why do I think about windows so much? I really am just one strange loop of randomness. Pianos, chichuahcas, windows... REPEAT> yeah... something like that will change the way we build fireflames and ice cream forever. maybe the answer to the round ice of light is 17 bazillion andpersande symbols. I wanna learn how to wakeboard, and I talk too much about myself, like,... forreals. I think that the ancients knew some stuff we haven't even all discovered hyet. maybe... maybe one day, we'll relaize, REALIZE reality. and it will be beautiful. it's strange, for the first time in history, billions of people have been able to do ANYTHING they want... and they do stupid stuff? what in heck? maybe I'll fly. Eagles and lightning. I'm obsessed with light, I just realized that... or at least my subconscious is. hmm. that's a strange thought, maybe when I go back and read this I'll come to some epical epiphanie that my subcounscious understands and is holding back form *from my mind, why would it do that? that's mean as all red bakpacks, why? 

yup, and... uh... I am insane. 

it's been confirmed by that paragraph of poop. 

Thank you cyberspace for not giving me a notice that my musings have overrun the randomocity allowance for google's servers. 

[Insert some kinda amazing title here]

Aye, cyberspace!

I missed you, I missed writing to you and you just taking it silently.

my desk chair squeaks when I lean back in it.

Anyhow,