To Seeing the Invisible

650,000 Six hundred and fifty thousand. This is the number of hours a human being is expected to live in a developed world, if he's lucky. Just look at that number again--those six, plain, numbers. Am I the only one that's surprised to see such a concise numerical representation of my expected lifespan? It saddens me to know, there's only six digits on that thing...A Google search tells me that Barnes & Noble sells more of that shitty Nook reader in a day than this number. I've already lived at least 175,000 of it, and it sickens me to even think of putting into perspective how many of that 650k is sleep. I don't mean to bring it up as some kinda personal death clock, or reminder of doom or something--especially for you Rachel--but I think it's a good idea to start changing things. I've come up with a few: Stay friends. An hour with a friend is definitely not an hour. I don't want any regrets. Weasel your way through to find that one positi...

Well shit, I just got home and my dad and his friends were still drinking. I reluctantly joined in...I have a fucking interview tomorrow, in Oakland. WTF am I doing? Fuck it, I've already done a drunk post before, here goes nothing: I just shared a very special night with a few of my closest friends. I am truly, truly blessed. I've come to realize I cannot be thankful enough for all these remarkable moments few people have to opportunity to experience. To sit down with a group of friends, and to relive Chris Botti's greatest personal performance over a glass of Napa Valley wine, let alone to do that through one of the most technologically sound mediums? An HDTV that lets us see the beady sweat on the drummer's forehead in the backdrop of any scene, a BluRay sound that lets us hear the raw timbre of the yamaha piano. We sat there that in Boston venue tonight. We just experienced Chris Botti's liquid-gold of a tone melt our very souls to jello. This is mate...

Poetry has never really been an interest of mine, but this particular poem caught my attention. Embarrassingly, I probably would have never read it if it was not a Grey Goose advertisement . Nonetheless, I think this poem really captures a way of life I'd like to experience: A Toast To Eureka! To A Fundamental Shift To Asking What If? To Finding Out Why To So Crazy It Might Work To The Guts To Try To Seeing The Invisible To Attempting The Impossible To Finding Obstacles Inspirational To Outside The Box To Outside The Lines To Taking Small Steps To Being Ahead Of Our Time To Celebrating The Visionaries Who Move Us All Forward You may have noticed an underlying theme to this blog. This poem is the inspiration, and I wish to write this blog as an extension of this poem. These lines are a manifestation of a person who cherishes the idea of curiosity, holds the courage and patience to take risks, is humble in all regards, acts for the betterment of others, but above all else, these ...