Some more writing discovered on a Southwest Airlines napkin during an office cleanse:
It’s the habits that hinder me
The gravel underfoot
The empty rattle of an empty battle
One set of fingerprints
An inauspicious start
Chewed up earth from a dragging foot
My malicious heart
Carries used up hurt from a self put first
The song was originally written while I was living up in Emeryville in 2004. I spent a lot of time walking in Oakland and Berkeley, encountering various street folk. I...
Early on, my son was a master at breaking swaddles. Whatever we did, he would find a way to bust out, waking himself up and us in the process. One...
I found this small refrain written down on an old piece of paper in my office and thought it was cool:
Double the time
Triple the fine
Cripple the rhyme
A little behind
Skipping the line
Sinister mind
Found a four leaf clover
Follow the crowd
Wonder aloud
Thunderous cloud
Summer of proud
Under the bow
Hunter of how
You got doubled over
Hey, I left you in my wake
And hard work don’t grow on trees
What do I get with friends like these?
One step forward, ten back
Energy retreats while the enemy attacks
And the couplet’s contrived
I remix the mix of a lie on the fly
Starting the painting and taping.
Painting and rickety wooden ladders.
Creating the space for the baseball mural.
Wallpaper up. Not as simple to apply as the instructions said.
“Football Field” green. Needed about 3 coats.
Vinyl tape applied after some severe math measuring headaches.
Mural framed. Some old timey baseball.
Painting the endzones. Done with multiple coats of acrylic paint and OCD brushes.
Endzone’s done and starting the midfield emblem.
Custom “BF” initials in the 49’er way.
Crib at midfield.
The finished product.
So in 2010, I became a Dad. Once I found out my wife and I were having a boy, I immediately thought of how cool I could make his room....