Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Harder than hard

I think that when you have matching 3-foot pit bull graphics on the back windows, matching "mosh pit kennels" logos underneath those pit bull graphics, and a vanity license plate that says "pitbuls", the "Pantera" sticker is just redundant. Am I wrong?
Then again, maybe that's just me.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Read Rogers

"Sprinters need flat land. Masochists, mountains."

That's my favorite line from Ben Rogers' latest short story, "The Young Man and the Mountain". I love this story for so many reasons; the bras hanging from the tree that I see every time I go up to Virginia City to try and sell that motel I'm still trying to sell, the stirring memories of seeing Greg Lemond train on this mountain when I was was a child, the thought that perhaps this wonderfully composed piece is based on something that actually happened to someone. And of course, I love the writing.

Please take a minute to enjoy one of Reno's best kept secrets.

One Shot

I stayed up last night watching one of the most powerful movies ever made, The Deer Hunter, with Dobert DeNiro and Christopher Walken. There is so much depth and beauty within the disturbing imagery and difficult realities of this movie, that I thought I would take a minute to get away from my day-to-day and reflect on it.

The theme that resonates throughout this wonderful portrayal of close friends living through and dying in the Vietnam era, has got to be Virtue. It's prevalent in the love that the characters display for each other from beginning to end. In the way Stevie loves and marries his wife despite the fact that she bears another's child. In the way Nicky and everyone sticks up for Stanley when Mike refuses to give him his extra boots. In the way Nicky won't leave Stevie behind to die, bettering Mike by his actions, and conversely in the way Mike lets go of the helicopter to selflessly save Stevie's life. Again and again Virtue shines in the darkest and saddest of moments, including Mike's platonic comforting of Linda back at home in Nicky's absence, and ultimately in his near-Virgilesque return to Saigon to try and coax Nicky back to reality and home, only to fail when his "One Shot" philosophy in hunting and life reveals itself to be the harsh truth and delivers Nicky to the afterlife at his own hands.

The movie is a struggle, and I remember sitting in my grandma O'Driscoll's basement family room as a child, being told that I would not be allowed to watch it due to it's violent imagery. But as an adult I can truly appreciate the way that Virtue and beauty are woven together in the fabric of the other themes that permeate our everyday life. As in life, The Deer Hunter will not deliver a payoff without a cost. But as in the Deer Hunter, we only have one shot in this life to do what it is we are here to do. Whatever the costs might be, I believe that when you get your shot, you take it.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Wabbit, maybe??

My sister emailed me some pictures of when she and her friend, Jessie were visiting. Jessie is a professional photog, (and a good one at that), so when and if she sees that I posted one of HER captures on MY blog, I hope she can forgive me. This is just too cute.

Sean LOVES his cousins, but especially Jeffrey. My first nephew, Jeffrey is the only boy cousin that Sean has, so despite a little age difference, Sean gets along really well with him...attached to the hip, tagging along everywhere...call it what you will, but he's kinda like an idol. And Jeffrey loves it, too, being the big cousin to look up to, having fun with the younger kid, showing him the ropes. He's an amazing young man that I have been fortunate to know since he was born, and he is the kind of boy that I believe Sean will grow up to be: sensitive, kind to others, fun, athletic, and handsome.

And apparently he is a good hunter as well...wonder what they were looking for?

Friday, November 14, 2008


Originally uploaded by daddyisaninja.
So I've had a few comments to keep posting, and since I can't seem to come up with anything particularly awesome from within, I thought I would go to the archives of my flickr photostream and toss up a snap from a few months back. It just happens to be a capture of my favorite two people on earth, simply being themselves.

I went to Sean's school at lunch today to sit in the cafeteria area as his class and a few others full of 5-year-olds sang a Thanksgiving song to the parents that showed up. I was so fortunate to have been able to get away from work and go over to enjoy the pot-luck Thanksgiving lunch. I got huge hugs from both of these little munchkins and really enjoyed sitting down and eating with them...and I almost didn't go. That's what kills me, that I have work to do and life to live and yet time will just simply not slow down or pause to accomodate me. Looking at Sean's perfect little face while we sat together, I was overwhelmed with love to the point of tears.

I think if I keep going with this post it will end up in a place I didn't intend, so I'm going to stop the bleeding and just say that these two shorties are my life. My joy.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

This is going to hurt

I haven't felt like blogging lately. Going through some tough times that are leaving me uninspired. I got an email from my uncle Smokey recently, which had a link to a series of
amazing pictures. I think that right now I can relate a little bit to the way Kerby Brown must of felt when the wave crashed down...so I'm posting that.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Five will fly

The last weekend was a big one, and not just due to the fact that Nevada became a state so that thousands of little monsters could roam the streets in search of their next sugary fix.

Sean and Ireland were fortunate to have their cousins, Ketchup, Mustard and Hot Dog in town. And yes, that is my dad as Captain Haloweenie. I like his style. Tick-or-treating was a blast and the kids got more than their fair share in this generous neighborhood of ours. However, it's not all about the candy.

No, this weekend also included the 5 year anniversary of my first born; aka Sean's Birthday. I seriously can't believe that it has already been 5 years that he's been here on Earth, because I feel like I have known him a lifetime. He is so perfect and sweet, beautiful and generous, funny and fun to be around. He has made me re-evaluate my purpose here, and he fills me up every day with joy. I am so grateful to have this little man in my life, that I am getting choked up and stupid trying to put it into words. I will save my thoughts and descriptives for another post down the road when I feel a little more up to it. Right now, I'll just say that I am very proud to be Sean's dad, and this little dude kicks fucking ass.

We had a great party for his friends at the GSR bowling lanes, where he got a Hulk cake and tons of gifts.
Later that evening we had a family-filled house where my Shortie was spoiled even more, and there isn't a kid out there who is easier to do it to.
Happy Birthday, Dude.