Funny thing today. I was watching "Schindler's List" on TV today while on some down time at work. I found out that "Sycz" is one of the names on Schindler's list. So I guess Oscar Schindler and anyone in his family I owe a debt of graditude toward them. What a nice person he was. I guess Germans are not all that bad.

I work today. So if you have some time(minutes are free on weekends), drop me a line and spread the good Christmas cheer. Happy Hanukkah to my Jewish friends as well. And merry Kwanzaa to my African American friends fortmost. God Bless you all this season.

I've been receiving a lot of complaints regarding my picture on myspace, which happens to be the same picture to the right of this post. So I guess I need a new portrait. Especailly since that one is about 18 months old.

Worked about 56 hours this weekend, including monday, on the ambulance. For the past few days I've been a vegetative state since then. The kind of state in which you feel like zombie and you then to stare at things for a few minutes at a time. I go back to work tomorrow for a 10 hour shift, aswell as Friday and a 24 hour shift on Christmas Eve. I will work on Christmas day as well if a shift opens up which will most likely happen. All this being said I will most defintely not work on New Year's Eve or Day.

I've been listening to a lot of music tonight. So far...
The Blueprint - Jay-Z
...And Out Come The Wolves - Rancid
Rancid - Rancid
Heathen Chemistry - Oasis
Shake Off The Dust... Arise - Matisyahu

I can't wait to see friends on NYE. Must sleep now.

Dear Drew,

My dear friend, it has a too long since I have seen you last in Austin. It seems that you are doing quite well in school and value education more so now because of your age. Good show. I am drinking Trader Joe's Vintage Ale right now and it is divine. Thank you for your kind words regarding the New Year. If you haven't heard, 2006 is supposedly the Year of the Sycz. Most magnificent.

I am so excited to see you again in the Long Beach this coming New Year. Hopefully there will be a lady there that will allow me to kiss her at the stroke of midnight and cure me of my despair. Help me Rhonda.

I must now work this weekend. I must make the cash to go to Mexico in two weeks. Muchos fiestas and tiempos divertidos.

May you dribk like a Lutheran.

Mike

Tomorrow is my last day with my "special" kids till about the 9th of January. So far it's been pretty good despite being bitten, punched, scratched, etc.

This weekend is going to be bad though. Working a 48 hr shift, and trying to work as much as I can so that I maybe able to take a week off to go to Mexico.

Have you heard of anyone having their worst day of the year? Most of the time it's their birthday or Christmas/Thanksgiving because of their loneliness. For me, it's about the 4 hours that surround New Years Eve. I really don't mean to be downer or some poor sap that complains all the time(see: the past three years of this blog), but I might as well tell the internet why New Year's Eve/Day sucks for me.

It seems that as New Year's Eve rolls along I get in this frame of mind to see myself far from where I should be and alone. Bad things to have on your mind in the mist of being drunk and through half a pack of cigarettes. I always end up alone in some alley way at about 12:15am, wondering/praying like some sad dope. Fuck that. This new year has to change. For one thing, this next year is the year that the Cubs will win the World Series. That I will find "the one."
The year that I will kick ass and take names. The year of TCB. The year that shall be called the year of the Sycz.

So here is to the new year that shall be claimed as my year.

I am a TV star

Yesterday I was an extra on the TV show "Punk'D" I play an EMT helping a hurt Mrs. Claus. I think it will air on Sunday but I'm not sure. So if you have MTV, check it out at 10pm on the 18th.
I am glorious.

I'm going to Biloxi Mississippi on Feb. 7th through the 11th for a rebuilding project through my church. Hopefully it will be ok with my work to do this.

Why You Take So Long?

It is finally starting to feel like the seasons are changing in LA. The air is cold outside and I'm having to wear a sweater in my apartment. It's been awhile since I've last wrote so here are some updates/thoughts.

1. If you haven't heard, the greatest show on television is Lost. I'm now a lostie. I'm addicted. I've formulated theories in my head, written on message boards, needless to say, in the kingdom of nerd, I am Lord Geek of Gilgamesh.

2. I got a new job. I still work as an EMT parttime, but I now work with autistic kids for about 30 hours a week. I start tomorrow.

3. Walk the Line is good. I lust after Reese Witherspoon.

4. The White Sox won the World Series and nobody cared.

5. My sister is getting married. Get some.

So that about somes up what has been going on since the last post.

I'm working on something new for the blog. I can't tell you guys yet but let me just say that it will give me more motivation to update this thing if I do it.

Triscuits + Cheese + Wine = Good

At around 7:30pm today, my partner and I are flagged down on the corner of silverlake and reserviour. A lady with tears in her eyes is wanting us to help out this old drunk man who has collapsed in the middle of the street. I admire the compassion of this woman because from my experience, I've picked up many drunk men on the street that just need a place to lay their head. After evaluting this fellow, the fire department comes along. The head paramedic starts to berate this poor soul and embarrass him on the street corner. As I watch this, I see the heart of this woman just break. In her heart she just cared so deeply for this homeless man and just wanted to help him out. As soon as this asshole fireman "asseses" his patient, I see innoscence lost in her face as she sees how hard our society treats our poor citizens.

After work, around 8:30pm, I drove the silverlake louge, looking for this girl to tell her how sorry I was for her to see that fireman treat someone like that. I wished i found her to tell her that there are are people in this world who still care and that she should guard her heart because the world needs more compassionate souls like her.

I'm listening to the soundtrack from "Snatch" right now. Remembering how Andy and I would listen to it and realize it was probably the greatest soundtrack ever released. Fine days of old.

I'm rich beotch!

The hardest thing to see is the suffering of ones who just lost someone. I hate that part of my job. Seeing someone die is ok for me. Even the most violent deaths end serenly and there is a calm that sets in as a spirit is released.

But seeing the suffering after death is sometimes unbearable. Seeing wifes/mothers/fathers/sisters/brothers/etc. screaming with pain makes me want to pull my eyes out and rip my ears off.

I need to update this thing more often.

Work has been pretty hectic lately. The high stress and low are ruthless conbination that have caused me to look for work elsewhere. I love the job, don't me wrong. I love being in an emergency situation and helping out. But the politics of my company are really getting old. And making $8.75 sucks. Right now I'm looking into the American Red Cross for employment. They're in the business of helping people which is the business I want to be in. Anyways, I was only planning on being an EMT for 6 months anyways. I just need some more money before nursing school.

I'm off to Austin on Thursday for Alan and Xio's wedding. I'm really excited. Never have been to Texas. Hopefully I'll take some pictures and post them on here.

I'm doing AIDS walk LA on October 16. If you want to contribute click here.

I'm really bad at getting in touch with people. I never call friends. They always call me. Unless I'm drunk than I'll call everyone in phone book. But there are these sober times in which I think I should call some people soon. To see how they are, have some bullshit small talk and let me in on the happenings of themselves and people around them. But I never do. Thank God that there have been a recent slew of bachelor partys/weddings/birthday partys or I wouldn't see anyone out of my roommates. I really don't know why I'm like this because I don't want to be. I want to friendly, like a Gloyd/Patterson/Sager/dmh type of friendly. Even at church, I want to be involved and hang out with good like minded believers yet as soon as service is done I leave as fast as I can.

I remember that I went through this anti-social funk before but I forgot how I got out of it. I remember I met a girl who actually helped me feel joy again but she also exposed a part of me that was sick.

I don't want that again.

Regardless, I need to call some people up this weekend and start being friendly.

I now have the Netflix. Be my Netflix friend.

I guess I should be out dancing tonight. My non-married friends are doing that right now at a Brazilian danceclub but I just don't feel up to it. I had one of those days at work in which you feel more like staying at home than going out to dance. Some days take it all out of you. The days that you see too much and you can't help but want to be alone and rethink some things in your life.

At least once a month I take day to do pretty much nothing but think. It turns out that tonight was the best time for me to do this. It seems that I have to sort everything out on those days. Find new meaning in my days and look for new, small goals in order to obtain some big ones. It is also a time to remind myself of where I am and where I'm going. Sometimes I need to give myself a peptalk to keep going.

An Observation

I just finished reading High Fidelity today. A great read. It actually kind of hit home, with some of the points that Nick Hornby makes about relationships.

Anyways, there is a point made near the end of it that the main protagonist, Rob Flemming, makes about how men view love. It states, "...It's much harder to get used to the idea that my little-boy notion of romance, of negliges and candlelit dinners at home and long, smoldering glances, had no basis in reaity at all. That's what women ought to get all steamed up about; that's why we can't function properly in a relationship. It's not the cellulite or the crow's feet. It's the ...the...the disrespect."

He also mentions the level of abasement that men expect from women and how the old movie "looks", the ones that Ursula Andress gave to Sean Connery, the ones that Doris Day gave to Rock Hudson(you know, those movie looks), are false hopes we as men have.

Stopping to think about this, I realize the point of pragmatism that has to be in a relationship yet there is this hopelessness in this thought process that bothers me. Maybe it's the idealist in me but I think true romance is still alive. And by romance I mean that "look." That point of enchantment where everything is right.

In the past week, I got to see those precious moments at work. Seeing wives of terminally ill patients, seeing utter hope in their faces, and seeing that look of love in their faces, makes me believe that their love toward their spouse is one that film, movies, pictures, could never capture. It's those looks that makes me believe their is more. That love is as prevalent today as ever before. And I get to see a little bit of what God's love is like.

I can't come close to what these moments are really like. You can only see them. Not really describe them.

I love my sister.

Interview Questions from The Lindsay

1. if you had a speed dial for 'drunk calls' who would be the top three peeps you find yourself drunk dialing? why?

1. Linda(because she will laugh at anything I say)
2. Darren(because most likely he is also partaking in the drink)
3. Jesse(because I want to wake him up and make him very angry)

2. if you could create your own country, what would the name of it be? describe your country's flag. what would be your main exports? the primary language?

"Shiney" is a small jignostic republic just under the tropic of cancer in the pacific ocean. The flag is a picture of a gleeming rock. Our main export is meat(all kinds). And our primary language is a mix between spanish and english. Much like the language spoken in East LA.

3. Would you rather be a gnome, a troll, or a tree nimph? Describe why.

What? I guess a gnome. They get to have beards, they make stuff, and it seems to me that they are fairly hygenic creatures. At least more so than trolls. And tree nymphs seem too feminine. If I'm going to be some mythical creature I rather not be a puff.

4. What would you like to be your final words?

Wow. That's one hell of a question. Most likely, it will probably be, "I wish I could do more."

5. If you could be a celebrity stalker, which celebrity would you choose to stalk? why?

I'm not really one who cares for celebrities, but I will have to say Natalie Portman because she is carrying my child.

I don't know what happened to my blog. A bunch of stuff got erased. I will try to fix. Damn it.

Ten movies you’d watch over and over:
10 The Jerk
09 The Bad News Bears
08 Time Bandits
07 The aAventures of Baron Munchiosin
06 The Outsiders
05 The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
04 Rio Bravo
03 The Dirty Dozen
02 Weird Science
01 The Blues Brothers

Nine people you enjoy the company of:
09 Jayson
08 Darren and Trevor
07 Jesse
06 Andy and Drew
05 Matt B
04 Matt O
03 Keith
02 Miller
01 Dan and Billy

Eight things you’re wearing:
08 Blue jeans
07 white t-shirt
06 boxers
05
04
03
02
01

Seven things on your mind:
07 my new apartment
06 a girl
05 my job
04 another girl
03 my friends
02 my future
01 yet another girl

Six objects you touch every day:
06 soap
05 my bed
04 Darren
03 Darren's cloths
02 Latex gloves
01 Bacon

Five things you do everyday:
05 Drink coffee
04 Eat
03 Write
02 Drive my car
01 Listen to Rock Roll music

Four bands or musical artists that you couldn’t live without:
04 Johnny Cash
03 Bob Dylan
02 Wilco
01 The Clash

Three of your favorite songs of the moment:
03 My Mind is Playing Tricks on Me- Ghetto Boys
02 Rise - Arcade Fire
01 I Guess Things Happen That Way - Johnny Cash

Two people who have influenced your life the most:
02 Me Mum
01 Me Dad

One person who has been nice to you today:
01 An old lady thanked me for helping her son.

I know i know. Yes internet I miss you too. I've been away for awhile. And visiting you is going to be tough for a little bit longer, but I promise you, I promise, I will seeing regularly again soon. But for know, I will try as hard as I can meet with you, every chance I can.

I'm finally starting to move stuff into the new digs in LA. I'm still waiting on my application to go through, paper work and stuff, but I might as well get ahead in the game.

Work is good but it was a hard week. I had a night filled with ODs on Friday-Saturday morning, which is personally one of the hardest things for me to see other than suicides. They all look like souless creatures, void of anything human. And more often than not, there are always friends/family present in so much pain. And you soak up everything, and try to take away the cause of the pain, to move it away so that you may initiate some healing. I play the roll of the grief mop.
I really don't know how to handle all this yet. My coworkers make themselves totally removed from patients, at least mentally and spiritually. I can't do this. So for the time being I'll try to figure out the right thing to do.

Hopefully the next time I see you internet, I'll be moved in to my new place and on more of a consistant routine to visit and catch up.

I think I really really like you. A lot.

I'm moving all my stuff out of the Bayou as I write.

Sadness.

Many good times had.

Along with a few bad ones. (but I've forgotten about those already)

Moving on.

I will be in Los Angeles proper very shortly.

I was just reading some of my old posts today. Wow, did I complain. It seems that whenever life went awry I had something to say about it.

My Time in Whittier will be coming to an end soon. I'm looking to move into either the Silverlake area or around the Wilshire District.

Work is tiring yet good. I found out yesterday about a great nursing program at Mount St. Mary's that may work out for me.

My eyes are always abroad these days. I feel the Almighty lead me toward Africa, yet it may go to El Sur or South East Asia. I don't really care. His Hand shall take me.

Let's be Incredible Vague and Personal at the Same Time

There are certain points in your life in which you feel completely alone, and faced with emotions, decisions, problems, crisises, etc. It seems that many people I know(knew) are faced with this. (Sidebar, why does it seem we all go through this thought process together?) Where every song we hear is about our current situation and we feel that we are the only people suffering in this world. In my case, reminded daily that we(I) are not the only ones suffering. There are things in this world that few of us see, that remind us how truly fortunate we are yet in our human/evil/fleshly selves we still sulk for ourselves. Reminded at the utmost levels yet still, are wallowing in our own feces like pigs.

I'm faced with emotions, memories, that affect daily life, yet these things should be qualmed to an old attic where I should lock them away and forget where I put the key. I wish I could easily do that.

I hear that most men can do this yet it seems that when the Almighty was creating all of our souls, he decided to incorporate in my structure some differences.

In other words, I'm in a funk because once in awhile loneliness hits me especially hard, and I begin to wonder about the "big picture."

So how does one cope with this?

I remember why I'm here.
I'm still an idealist.
I remember the miracles.
I still remember the answers I have received.
I will still save the world.

And as an old friend Jack says, "I'm lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet."



I order you to take $10 and go buy this album at Target right now.


This is one of my characters. I call him Frightened/Religious/Superstitious Latino. I think BeatElvis and himself see un Fantasma here. Muy escared. Ciudado. Soy en un cuarto muy peligroso.

It's funny that as I see myself get older, I'm starting to look more Latino.

I must thank my good friend Darren who right before my computer crashed, downloaded all my music on his new ipod. I finally got my music back through some serious hacking skills today. It's so nice.

Work is great, lots things I'm learning and seeing. I hope to write about some of the things I see soon. Sometimes it's hard to put into words what is happening out there. Lots of darkness and lots of light.

bored listening to Blur(Parklife)

5/25

Three years ago today I was in a very bad place.

workaholism

So I begin a new shift with MTF and every other Saturday working the 24 hour shift. 0600 - 0600. This is going to be a lifestyle change.

I got a new phone. With camera! Look at my ugly face! 

As some of you know, in my EMT training I was fortunate enough to deliver three infants into the world while working at General Hospital in Downtown. Though it was incredibly disgusting and messy, it was an awesome experience that I will never forget.

Today, I was Downtown to get my ambulance driver's license when I hear a large black woman yelling from across the street. Immediatly I turn around thinking something was wrong or that there was somekind of emergency going on. As I saw this woman come closer to me, she started waving saying, "Doctor, doctor, hello!" It took me a second to react because I haven't been called doctor since my clinicals. And then I realized who I was looking at. The last time I saw this woman she was in the birthing position and I now she was pushing a stroller with a beautiful five and half month old girl. It was November 8th at about 3am when I delivered her.
We talked for a few minutes and I walked away amazed for a couple reasons.

1. How did the mother recognize me?
2. Out of all the people in LA, how did I get to see one of three children I delivered.

I felt pretty charged up after that. My steps are light again. I also found that I want a black child in the future. I can make that happen in one of two ways...

Question

I need to get a new cellphone and my plan with verizon just ended. Should I stay or should I go now? How many friends do I have with cingular? Do I need a camera phone? Are there any phones that look like panthers?

Why are so many people looking at my site? Who are you?

Pope Benedict XVI = Awesome

This makes a lot of sense

Your Inner European is Irish!

Sprited and boisterous! You drink everyone under the table.

Who's Your Inner European?

Do you ever feel like you are starting to regress? To fall back into a nature in which you once were? I feel like that is happening to me. The old anger is coming back. The old feelings are coming back. I look at myself in the mirror and see my old self. That scares me.

There are a few different kinds of despair and I feel like I'm going through one of them. A despair in which one is defiant to be one's self and wills one's self to sulk in his/her depravity. I know that in order to gain myself I must continually lose myself. Yet in my own ways I stand by my imperfect self and expect everyone to conform to my will. This is so wrong.

I've been thinking too much lately. It's the main reason why I have not been able to write. I've thinking about the past and obsessing over lost causes. I care so much others that.

In the past two weeks, I have been blessed to see beauty in life that I haven't seen in many months. You could even say that I haven't seen beauty in over a year. Beauty that is not of this world but indescribable beauty that comes with sacred joy. Signs of God. I started to see again, the wonder of nature, the mystery of life, and the solitude of my imperfect soul. But now that joy in starting to hide again. And this time I don't want to forget it or let go of it. I hope that it comes back tomorrow. I know that there are hard days in life yet the darkness that surrounded my life over the past year was too great. I don't want to go back.

I was thinking today of the burden that has been with me for awhile. It's the passion of my life and the desire to do. For much time now, I've been wanting to go to Africa after medical school. To live with the people there and help. While this burden is still there, I have a new that is coming out. And this one is a surprise to me. I've been wanting to go to medical school in Oregon for awhile now, and to get out of the LA area. But this has changed. I want and I need to stay in LA. I desire to help people here. I have found a love for the people here and want to be part of saving this city. Our first world city is now a third world in its spirituality. And I want to be a defiant light here. A soldier in the mist of the enemy. Maybe God has called me to this battlefield.

The youth of today is lost.

At least at Whittier High School.

Never have I heard such misogynistic language in all my life. I can't believe what these boys say to the girls in their class. They treat them like shit. And these girls take it. It infuriates me. For the girls out there: Have you ever walked past a Construction yard and been whistled and yelled at? Imagine that construction worker sitting next to you in class and salivating over your shoulder. It's a wonder how I can compose myself with this going on in my classroom. Seven years ago I would have back in the LA court system for losing my temper. I figure as much as I try to tell them(or yell at them), they won't learn till someone beats it into them or the system gets them for either sexual harassment or domestic abuse. Yet how many people will have to suffer till that time?

The month of May is coming up. Historically it has never been a good month for me with such examples as the infamous 5/25, getting hit by a car, getting dumped, going to jail, etc. I wonder what will happen this time around. It's not that I'm superstitious. At least I hope I'm not. Maybe May will be a great month for me.

If you are a resident of California, I encourage ya'll to sign up with the California Organ and Tissue Donor Registry. It's a great way, in case something tragic happens to you, that you can still give even from the grave.

Part of me wants to respond to life as it happens on this site yet another tries to tell me that I should rather write ideas, concepts and other nueral synapse firings that may be of interest. I have three things on my mind right now.

1) The seemingly impossible formation of the santified soul.

2) The concept of death on the mind/body and how the physical construct is affected by the spiritual.

3) The fear of love.

I've tried to write about these problems before but it seems that as far as I try to strech my mind to its limits, I stop at this brick wall which will not let me go further. Have you ever had that feeling? Or thought pattern? Where you are trying to desperatly think about something yet it seems that a connection in your mind is cut off? I've experienced that feeling a lot lately. Any kind of linear thought is impossible. Maybe I should eat more fish.

I looked at some pictures today that I haven't seen in three months. Those images seem like they were taken years ago.

Happy St. Patrick's Day! I bid you a blessing on this Holy feast day. If you don't know the actual story behind the day, check out this site.

My computer is fixed yet my harddrive got wiped out. That means I lost all my pictures, papers, music and other things that I miss. At least Darren downloaded all my mp3s the day before the crash. So I will be researching some ipod hacks to get my music back.

I'm off to drink now.

I'm at Whittier High again. Teaching chemistry. A student brought in an Aphex Twin CD so I'm playing it while they take a written test.

My dreams as of late have been very vivid. Last night was one about going on a canoe trip with my exgirlfriend's family and some random asian girl who was my girlfriend on the trip. I kept falling out of my canoe and losing my shoes.

It seems like every night I have a dream with a new "girlfriend." Like a new love interest. In whatever dream I have, it seems like I have an established relationship, with history, it's just she's different every night. One night it was Natalie Portman, which was awesome. Another night, it was this spanish girl who didn't speak a lick of english, in which the setting was a war-torn countryside of Spain. I think I speak better spanish in my dreams rather than in real life. The alonly thing that seems to remain constant is that these girls have dark hair.

I got about an hour left of class. I have to lecture on Cosine angle errors regarding the Doppler Shift.

So the computer is in critical condition and I must take to the ER tomorrow. Poop. I hope I don't lose my hard drive. There are a lot of pictures on there I would hate to lose.

Ever had one of those moments when everything in life going fine and then, all of a sudden, you feel that things are "too right?" That happened to me this week. And things have not been "so right." Oh well. Tomorrow is a new day.

If you happen to be a girl in high school, and somehow come upon my blog, I have a request for you. Please, don't hit on your substitute teacher. Now, you can do your little flirty looks, we don't care. Ask us all about ourselves, we won't answer every question. Heck, compliment him on his looks, we really know that you don't think we are attractive. But please, please, don't ask us on dates. And don't offer us anykind of sexual favors. We are very uncomfortable about that. We hate it. And we are not interested in slutty girls, let alone anyone under the age of 20. Just to let you know.

I was reading the blog of our good friend Joey Detroit Sanders and I thought about how I need to write more on this feeble site. Realizing that there are lurkers from many different places checking the site out, I might as well make it worth their stay.

I'm having computer problems. My internet recently has been running slower and slower so I decided that maybe my computer needed to "cleaned up" and I bought some software to defrag and check for any problems. As soon as I tried to clean, my connection stopped working. For some reason my airport card has decided to not receive any information and I'm out of luck. My warranty on the card just ran out so I going to try and reinstall the thing today. Including, physically taking out the airport card and hoping I won't have to buy a new one. If it doesn't work out today, I might be paying a visit to Fry's Electronics tonight.

I had a good talk with my old EMT professor yesterday. Talked about medical school and the direction I wanted to head into. It was also the first time I got to talk about "The Calling" with someone in the field. He's getting involved with Doctors without Borders very soon. He also gave me the low down on all the ambulance companies in SoCal and which ones I should try and apply with and ones I should stay away from.

I'm teaching a drafting class right now. I wish I took drafting in high school. The students in class actually work and are creating some pretty cool stuff.

Spring break is coming up and I'm starting to wonder where I can go camping. I have this desire to go somewhere in the Sierra Nevadas. I need cold weather, pine trees, and a chance to see a sasquatch. Willow Creek? That actually sounds pretty cool. I can go to the Bigfoot museum there.

I've been listening to a lot of Hip Hop lately. Hence the Buck 65 post. I had this girlfriend about three years ago that always thought it was weird that I listened to that music. She thought that way because I'm white(By the way, one of my pet peeves is the idea that your ethnicity dictates the style of music you listen to) and I guess whitey is not suppose to listen to black music. So anyways, there has been a lot of Buck, Jay-Z and Biz Markie in my car and room as of late.

I must teach now. And must fix computer. Help computer. Stop all the downloading!

For Those with the Sensibilities.

Buck


I give you Buck 65.

A self-proclaimed b-boy from Nova Scotia that sounds like a mix between Biz Markie and Tom Waits.

I leave you with the words of "Track 13"

As i strolled aimlessly edges of sacrement one day
I wasn't looking and died by accident
With sugar on my tongue and a breeze in each armpit
I descended to heaven cross-legged by magic carpet
Carried along through tunnels by a flow of waves
I met this soul with the role of issuing halos
His name was aurora, one time bet-maker
Everything he sang like chet baker
He explained the significance of the halos intentions
The way that each incriment of its dimensions
Bore a correlation to the core of your essence
With factors including the learning of lessons
Things that matter the most here being
Reflect and direct on the gleam that your seeing
Overall size of the particle density
As it corresponds to the mission intensity
Well over 400 factors with gradiance
Come into play with each new halos radiance
With congratualations and repeating my name
He also assured me that no two are the same
It allows you a glimpse of each persons spirit
Without having to come anywhere near it
So with halo in place and my thankfulness pledged
My resident status in heaven was full-fledged
One day in eternity after riding a teter-totter with God
I fell asleep with my feet in the water of a lake by a tree
In a quiet little place where i could be by myself with the sun on my face
A little while later i awoke to a rumbling
Opened my eyes to see a scene so humbling
I couldn't quite catch my breath
And my pulse doubled as the lake looked like it boiled as it bubbled
But instead of sclading my skin it was soothing
And it only felt like my imagination was melting
And trickling into a pool of fluid intuition
As secret splendor came to fruition
My own eyes surrendered as rapture found its purpose
As beautiful harmonies danced on the surface
Abstract shapes of all colors first did a dance and then floated
From each bubbled bursted
Literally billions of magnificent things
Would quake and quiver on top of the lake
I glanced left and right to see if maybe anyone else was dreaming this dream
When i turned all the way with my back to the spectre
I saw there an angel in the form of perfection
I felt paralyzed and my voice tried to hide
She glided and gently moved her hips from side to side
Without moving her feet, her hand held out in front of her
Calm and collected my hopes in her palm
The closer she came, and something about her
The most soothing sound grew louder and louder
Intense pleasure ran the length of my spine
As i pulled her towards me with the stength of my mind
When our hands finally touched she told me she loved me
And the shapes from the lake filled the whole sky above me
Instead of our tongues we spoke with our eyes
While music and color pulsed from the skys
It shines
Our edges are dreams running lengthwise
Our secret wishes fluttering lightyears
We fashioned inferences in disguise shapes together
You are the space between my exhales
Our way of understanding is eyes closed navigation
We twist slivers of unconsciousness into sacrement
Ghosts wlatz around our backs
Our ideas converge to form corners to hide in

Quicker than dreams we traded our charms
Then spent eternity in each others arms
It was a miracle in heavan
You could see it and hear it everywhere
The synthesis of two souls and one spirit
Our halos were the exact same size

Here are some pictures from my recent trip to Mexico.



The Barrio

the crew 

Mariella (aka Little Hazel) 

Mojo Emms 

The house 

Hammer, hammer, hammer 

I happened to be listening to this song last night after talking about sad times and depression with some other guys. It felt so right to hear it at that particular time.
Tom Waits everyone.

Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lack
Come on up to the house

All your cryin don’t do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
Come on up to the house

Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I’m just a passin thru
Come on up to the house

There’s no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your singin lead soprano
In a junkman’s choir
You gotta come on up to the house

Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can’t find no port
Come on up to the house
There’s nothin in the world

Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I’m just a passin thru
Come on up to the house


There’s nothin in the world
That you can do
You gotta come on up to the house
And you been whipped by the forces
That are inside you
Come on up to the house
Well you’re high on top
Of your mountain of woe
Come on up to the house
Well you know you should surrender
But you can’t let go
You gotta come on up to the house


Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I’m just a passin thru
Come on up to the house

If you ever have the chance to go on a house building project in Mexico, do it. What a great time. To see the face of a person receiving a home is amazing. I can't describe it. I kind of feel that I don't even deserve to feel that emotion. I wish I could do it every weekend. And as I was riding home, I thought how great it would be to go back with my friends and show them what I saw. Hopefully I'll put up some pictures next week.

I found out I passed my national registry exam last week so I can now work anywhere in the US.

Substitute teaching is good.

It seems that everything is coming up Milhouse. Weird. That hasn't happened in awhile. Life isn't perfect and problems come up but nothing big. Looking back about six months ago, how different it was, and how bad it was, I'm amazed where it all turned out and where I'm at while feeling about 10 years older.

I'm feeling a bit lonely these days but I have a feeling somebody will come around the corner for me. I was just checking out my church's website during 2nd period World History and I think I have crush on someone in student ministries.

In about two and a half weeks I'm going down to Tijuana, Mexico, for four days. I'll be with a group from my church in which we will bw building a couple of homes for two needy families. I wanted to let you guys know about it so that you could pray for the families there, our team, and for money that I need to raise.

I heard about this trip about three weeks before Christmas during a Sunday service. I really felt the urge to look into the trip but was hesitant to sign on because it would cost $350. So when I was staying with my parents during the Christmas, I asked God that if He wanted me to go on the trip, He would make it possible financially for me. All I needed was a $50 deposite to sign up. Yet I didn't have that much in my bank account. The next morning, my father asked me what I wanted for Christmas and as usual I said "I don't know." He then threw a fifty dollar bill at me and said, "Then take this." At that point I knew I was suppose to go.

Again, please pray.

Keith's Bachelor Party


Jesse


Darren


Matt B


Rock Star


Funny Matt


Drew


The Horse Whisper


Darren as Bono


Andy & KMOB


Pretty pretty picture


Big Sur beach


The meat master


The Mexican Farm Worker(Union)


Laughter


Surprise


Strange old man


Bush


The Man of the Weekend. Keith