Saturday, May 29, 2010

ANNAFRAN


ANNAFRAN
Originally uploaded by daddyisaninja.
North Beach. Post Cafe Sport. Pre Tour de Force. Tosca. Romolo. Somewhere hazy on Polk Street.

We celebrated. We laughed.

It's been a long time since I laughed in San Francisco.

May 26th was a very special day.

I'm a grateful person.

Friday, May 21, 2010

The Club

Sigmund Freud said, "I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection.
" He was half right. I actually believe that a mother's love is equally as important. But his point is well taken, and tonight I digest it with a perspective on the depth and reality of the other side: my own desire to be a good father comes from a very strong need to protect my children. It's a duty and a privilege to be honored with the responsibility to protect my kids from the world around them since the say they came into it, unable to do anything but take it all in...until the day I am not here any more. I want them to learn how to take care of themselves, and always know the love that we all, as their family and friends, have for them.

And no, I'm not talking about Godfatherhood. That's similar, but not as important. Fatherhood is an amazing trip, and I'm proud to say that I have some friends in differing stages of this journey.



Very recently, my friends John and Charlotte just welcomed a beautiful little girl into the world. They will be amazing parents. Mackenzie is a lucky girl.



Tonight, I found out that my friend Mike Austin and his wife, Erin, are also expecting. He may or may not know this, but he's ready. I can't wait for the day to welcome him to the club. He's thinking long, hard and deep about the journey he is going on...and although those descriptives sound a lot more like the ride that got him here, that's not what I mean. Get your head out of the gutter.

We are all in varying stages of the 'hood. It means a lot, whether you are a father, or a father's son. It's the only club I like to hang out in anymore.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Write, right?

It's like, I drive around thinking about the stuff I want to spill out on this blog and it is AWESOME. I mean, I got IDEAS, man...like sprialling out of my brain at a velocity somewhere in between the roller coaster at the Busch Gardens I went to back east (I had to sit front and center every time during that trip we took in 8th grade; I lived for the corkscrew, and feeling the sprinklers mist up on my face, wired from a caffeine overdose and the combination of fear and excitement from being that far away from home), and the little climbing ash towers that were classified, I guess, as "fireworks", that my uncles lit for me to witness during one of our backyard bbq's at their mother (my Grandma O'Driscoll)'s house when I was probably my son Sean's age. Those bbq's still stand out in my mind in so many ways...the grapestake awning that the table sat underneath, covered in grapevine that would bloom with small, white grapes at the end of the Summer...the smell of mint that would blast me in the face when Grandma would take me out back during the day to pick the biggest raspberries I can ever remember, hanging low off the bush next to the mint. The little piece of concrete right in front of the mint and raspberry bushes is where we lit that firework, and I watched it spiral upward, slowly, patiently, smoking in it's ever-so-cool design that made me curious about gunpowder, smoke, fire, wind...some awesome elements to comprehend at that age. The point is that the spiral was very gradual and slow, and the roller coaster was so quick and gripping that the two are on the polar opposites of the spiral speed spectrum. And somewhere in between those two velocities is the exact speed and path with which the ideas spiral out of my brain when I'm driving around and an idea for a totally amazing, emotionally gripping, revealing and potentially awe-inspiring blog post comes to mind. I wish I wasn't so busy texting and driving at the same time so that I could open up the notepad app on my phone and record my thoughts.

But there's just no time for that.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

She's Gone!

Leave it to my babygirl to make me smile and sigh at the same time. I think I'm in big trouble here.

Political

It's all about perspective.

This kid makes a wonderful statement. Take the one and a half minutes to watch this.

http://www.wimp.com/budgetcuts/

Friday, May 7, 2010

On a mission from Gad...

I'm waiting for a DVD I just made...well, re-made...to burn. Actually, I have made it 4 times total, after catching editing errors too late. My iDVD has 14 minutes left to go, so I'm killing time. Just stumbled on this little gem.


Thinking 'Bout Somethin'

HANSON | MySpace Music Videos



Yep, that's Hanson. They are borrowing cool, but it's the kind of cool that elevates them to a new level even if they rip it off. I found it via Lauren. I gotta wonder if this girl even realizes where these kids learned how to shake a tail feather? Doesn't matter. She's super talented already, and just went up a notch on the cool-o-meter by posting it. I promise I would never have found a Hanson video on my own.

But ot of respect for the two heros who Austin and I mimicked for the 8th grade Swope Sock Hop, (and, of course, to Ray):




(I can't tell if this is in mono, or if my headphones just broke).

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Banana Handshake

Spaggi's Fun Run


Spaggi's Fun Run
Originally uploaded by daddyisaninja.
I have been scanning a bunch of pictures of my dad over the last few days for this event that's going to take place over the weekend. It's kind of a top secret big deal, or I would elaborate...maybe later. As for now, this particular image jogged some old memories I had growing up. My dad used to do this "Reno Fun Relay" every year, and it was always referred to as "Spaggi's" (spelling might be off a little...I feel like it should be Spaughi's, but google has finally failed me on this...the run was at least 25 years ago, if not more). Anyway, I remember my dad training through the hills up by his parent's house on San Juan. A lot of ups and downs. And I remember the year he let me ride my bike along with him. It was, I think, about a 12 mile course, and I think they had teams of 2 or 3 most the time. And running, as it always should be, was rewarded with Coors back in the day.

This weekend Paddy and I are going to attempt to complete the modest 2.5 mile Reno Run Amuck fun run. It's costume and obstacle course oriented. I'm sure Paddy will do just fine. Me, on the other hand...well, let's just say that in the last month my training has consisted of a steady regiment of smoking and drinking, staying up until about 2 or 3 most evenings, and that one time a couple of days ago when I pounded out 1.33 miles on the old treadmill. To be fair, I did walk part of it. No worries, though, I'm psyched.

I think Paddy said he's got the women's terrycloth short shorts ready to go, so that's really all the inspiration I will need. Look for me. I'll probably be the one face down in the mud pit, thinking about how absolutely perfect it feels just enjoying the smooth, cold mud on my face. Until someone steps on my back.