tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60747162011-07-30T21:08:40.967-07:00Portrait of an Artist as an AccountantThis is like the first time I made love... the lights were dim, I was a little nervous... I was all by myself.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comBlogger781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-61300813693231675692009-11-22T09:24:00.000-08:002009-11-22T10:44:49.885-08:00Precious Life... Precious MomentsWhen people advise us to cherish the moments we have together, to remember that these moments are precious, the message often goes through one ear and out the other. Although it may seem overly sentimental at times, the depth of this advice is infinite... and one of my best childhood friends is realizing the wisdom of this adage from his personal experience of Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-54113826444711804302009-11-17T09:36:00.000-08:002009-11-17T11:00:41.620-08:00T.S. Monk at the Genius BarThis morning, I went to the apple store for a date at the genius bar. I see my name on the board. A few spots behind me, I see the name Thelonius M. I think to myself, 'I wonder who decided to use that legendary name to reserve their spot', assuming that they chose that name as an alias.As I awaited my turn, I looked at the geniuses behind the bar, and mentally Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-73848694488722565512007-02-04T18:07:00.000-08:002007-02-04T18:18:40.929-08:00The Gift- Floating down the river of SaraswatiIn ancient times, it is said that there was a river named Saraswati, and that about 3,000 years ago, this river ran dry. However, the river still flows within all of us, the river of creativity and inspiration, the essence of Shakti. This afternoon, I had the great fortune to swim in the river of Saraswati, accompanied by my guides, Heather and Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1170536525828809812007-02-03T12:37:00.000-08:002007-02-03T13:08:26.373-08:00The Power of IntentionI begin this shared experience seated within view of a large window protecting us within from the rainy day outside... it is the first rainy day that I've seen since arriving in Portland almost 1 week ago. I brought lots of sunshine and clear skies from California!Today is Saturday... it is the day of a workshop intended less than one month ago... I called Denise this Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1164587523712908252006-11-26T15:54:00.000-08:002006-11-26T16:32:03.996-08:00Reflections through the window into a rainy day...Today is certainly a day for reflections. The rainy season begins in San Francisco, and I have decided to camp out at Philz Coffee where the window to the world is clear and wide. People wander in and out, and others wander past the storefront. The rain falls straight down, like drips of water melting off of millions of icicles in the sky. Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1155074718735509822006-08-08T15:04:00.000-07:002006-08-08T15:05:18.750-07:00Santa cruz is wierd and fun...I'm going to visit the mystery spot this evening, and i have no idea what is in store for me tomorrow. Spent the night at a lovely college friends' parents house in the coolest neighborhood in town. Arose this morning before dawn and watched the sun rise over 'the hook' as I was scoping waves... blissed in the moment and awestruck by the beauty of morning and Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1136689036266385712006-01-07T18:53:00.000-08:002006-01-07T18:57:16.276-08:00Return to apparent realityOver the course of 10 days, I took a journey within, deep within myself, to explore the reality as it exists within the framework of my body... it has been a challenging and intense experience. Following this experience, I embrace with high spirit the long journey ahead... these were but the first steps on a long road.And every journey begins with the first step. May Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1132414085304024992005-11-19T07:23:00.000-08:002005-12-05T14:04:29.756-08:00AmmaAmma going to amma going to amma going totransform into an orchid petal floating down a stream,merrily spinning in a trance of love floating by familiar faceswho know this blissful journey.Eternally blessed,an angel to a world that needs to be embraced,to flood and infuse the city streets with her darshan.We are all messengers.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1132415314923956892005-11-18T19:30:00.000-08:002006-04-01T07:43:52.933-08:00Paddling back into the present momentThe sharks were out last night, waiting at my doorstep - upon arriving at home, I found a dead baby shark in a vase outside my front door. It had been a pretty off week for me, and I was feeling generally out of sync and somewhat disturbed at this sight. At first, I thought it could be a bad omen placed there by one of the many Asian people living in our Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1130866989215675732005-10-29T21:00:00.000-07:002006-04-01T08:08:18.233-08:00Easy Flow on the Witch's New YearIt began with vibration - and creation manifested.I awoke to the sweet and loving harmony of a North Beach morning singing songs outside my window. Back-to-back yoga classes for breakfast before the journey to the ocean. As noon rolled around, I called out to my brother Gordon about the surf adventure - he was down. We rolled into OB a few hours before low tide, Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1130516614785204722005-10-28T09:07:00.000-07:002005-10-28T09:23:34.816-07:00Every Breath is a Gift - - - - Breath in, and breath out...Honor this gift at every opportunity. It is life.We are grateful for this sacred moment to honor life.Now walk in the meditation that is now -We are life, and life abounds all around.We are creation, love, eternity,eternally dancing in synchronicity with all beings, all creation, all life... alas the universe.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1130343193171516462005-10-24T09:09:00.000-07:002005-10-26T09:13:13.176-07:00Return from the sacred wildernessA simple reminder - let go of that which no longer serves you.A simple gift - forgive yourself and those around you.A simple wish - may our presence heal the world.A simple way - love!Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1128463610770630592005-10-04T14:53:00.000-07:002005-10-05T09:56:56.286-07:00What's up with the hippy dude in Adam's office? Didn't anyone inform him that long hair and facial scruff is unprofessional (Employee Handbook, pg. 1,402). And why is he hugging coworkers... could that be in violation of people's personal space (ibid, pg. 2,805,650) .Choose your destiny:Please some of the people all of the time,Please all of the people some of the time, orLove all of the people Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1128355220194141292005-10-03T08:59:00.000-07:002005-10-03T11:11:25.366-07:00Ecstasy = Life!Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1128441660471043792005-10-02T08:51:00.000-07:002005-10-04T09:01:00.476-07:00Falling in love with the sweet sounds of America's heartland...Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1127885169871129362005-09-27T22:01:00.000-07:002005-09-27T22:26:09.876-07:00Presence is a 3-ring binderAs the light shines brighter on this phenomenon of life, remember that every waking moment is a gift. There are no exclusions or exceptions... each day that we are paid to work another 8 hours is yet another opportunity to bring attention to the magic that is happening all around us, even in the professional workforce community.Singing has its place during the walk to Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1127544444086661802005-09-23T23:26:00.000-07:002005-09-23T23:47:24.090-07:00Peach CobblerI fed a man tonight... he was wrapped in a blanket asking for change. I wouldn't have met him unless my original plans fell through - which they did. After I gave him the pear from my hand, we held each other.I walk the street in meditation, my intention focused on community. As I approach the yoga studio, I remind myself of why I am here. The series of events that brought me to Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1127404703664034222005-09-19T08:55:00.000-07:002005-09-22T08:59:49.530-07:00Streaking across the state line in an endless dance of beauty that is an expression of human life, simply love.Beauty, such blinding truth, the abundance of freedom, oh how sweet it is to be a part of this community.Blind love from the heart, a global community supporting peace, justice, consciousness... holding hands with strangers, and looking into their eyes, singing to each other with Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1126118097414014222005-09-07T11:08:00.000-07:002005-09-19T23:13:07.713-07:00The MotionsYesterday felt so akward returning from the burn... even typing felt akward - so much so. My body did not want to go through the motions - it longs to be free of this environment, as I discover when I leave the office. Never before have I felt such an urge for leaving.Today is another strange day in the life. Fortuntately, the playa dust found its way into my office as a gentle Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1127454676569853752005-09-06T22:12:00.000-07:002005-09-22T22:52:54.626-07:00Streaking across La PlayaHow do you describe a journey that words cannot capture, of which a picture does no justice? How do you leave a place so sacred and pure, where the human imagination is truly free to rediscover itself. Like children, we marched together along this arid, cracked surface... holding this special place. Together, we ran naked and danced in the streams of water spraying off Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1121894419560445492005-07-20T13:40:00.000-07:002005-07-27T17:47:20.526-07:00New FrontiersAs I've come to discover, nothing is definite... even yesterday as I was talking with a coworker who is leaving our firm, I was compelled to tell him that "I am leaving the accounting profession!" I still qualified that statement, yet it feels so liberating for me to think of the days when I don't have to answer to the responsibility of a 9-5 job.Today, I spoke with Mary, a partner Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1121797484413064712005-07-19T10:41:00.000-07:002005-07-27T17:52:44.526-07:00Better to give...There are times when I am selfish in group settings... I often rationalize that people are ignorant to the greener grass on my side. Why shouldn't I appreciate something that would otherwise go unnoticed? Meditation brings me to greater awareness of this reality... it is my instinct to look out for #1. There is yet another kind of selfishness... one that manifests itself in the Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1121725142393628782005-07-18T14:32:00.000-07:002005-07-27T17:56:44.410-07:00Canine CoveAfter several hours of driving in slow-moving traffic, we took a pit stop near Davis U. We followed signs from the highway leading to In-N-Out, the beloved chain that is reviving the tradition of fast food, under the premise that they offer a vegetarian burger! Stepping out of the car was like stepping into a convection oven... we soon learned that a veggie burger, In-N-Out style, is Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1121108106763397142005-07-10T02:34:00.000-07:002005-07-27T18:01:03.610-07:00To see the light, you must walk through darkness...Shrouded by the fog, I wander along the cement and tarmac trail that leads me to an entrance way... with the turn of a key, I am invited to return to a place that inspires rest. I reflect on the evening transpired... the music still rings in my ears, and the rhythm of the night - the seething, writhing, undulating movement of musical energy Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1118697462384504392005-06-13T13:51:00.000-07:002005-07-27T18:06:08.273-07:00Stepping into the presentI've set the intention to pursue meaningful ambitions, paddling around the currents of mainstream society to enter the channels of consciousness inspired by moments of clarity. I've discovered such intense joy through awareness of the present moment, and I have become inspired by people all around me who have committed their lives to mindfulness.I've recently met many Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1113323121178794192005-04-03T20:48:00.000-07:002005-07-27T18:10:55.620-07:00return to the unreal worldI lied down in my bed tonight for the first time in five days... I just wanted to see how it would feel again. The next thing I know, I'm waking up an hour later from the most amazing nap. Over the past five days, my physical body had awakened to life in the desert, as did my spirit. Returning to the comforts of modern life, my body was at liberty to rest... completely. Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1109346978716999462005-02-25T07:30:00.000-08:002005-07-27T18:17:56.523-07:00When the world conspires in your favor, take action!On my walk to yoga on Tuesday night, I listened to people walking around in the streets - I was more attentive than usual, noticing that people were walking in groups and talking to one another. I sensed an abundance of life out there on the sidewalks, and it was a beautiful image of life that I heard and saw. As I approached Union Square, I Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1108752983746759242005-02-18T10:04:00.000-08:002005-07-27T18:20:40.813-07:00One step closer to nirvanaThe Kabuki Spa is a most amazing gem in the heart of San Francisco's Japantown - it is a most rejuvinating and wonderful experience... and despite its location, this communal bath is free of any sexual activity. It is also silent - there is a small gong on one of the tables that can be used by any who wish to remind the group. Aside the gong, there is a bowl full of bathAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1108074889842153652005-02-10T14:21:00.000-08:002005-07-27T18:27:08.920-07:00I'm like a bubble waiting to burst!It's been too long since these breathless moments found their way into my blog. It was only yesterday that I sat on top of a dune watching surfers charge world-class A-frames... on my swim in (i'll explain in a minute), I was in front of a wave in which this dude was getting barrelled forever, and I could totally hear the music of september sessions playing in Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1123719053465229982005-01-20T17:07:00.000-08:002005-10-03T15:40:19.986-07:00OB - biggest wednesday I probably rode the biggest wave of my life this morning... it was huge, the whole beach, the waves, everything about this morning was big. People tell me that I'm a size queen... they are right.I was paddling out well before sunrise, and it looked a mess... there was not a single spot that really looked like a good place to paddle out. With every set, the outside would Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1103309592800377222004-12-17T10:21:00.000-08:002005-07-28T16:03:55.086-07:00the wave of the day!Paddling around this vast body of water, I feel like a little piece of seaweed floating around. The waves are coming in sets with long periods in between. The longer periods make the paddle out very manageable. The waves are breaking far off to my left, and the distance seems excessive between peaks. Within a few minutes, the peak to my left has shifted closer to where I am Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1102121946316258122004-12-03T16:49:00.000-08:002004-12-08T21:08:00.263-08:00where the magic happens
This morning, I woke up to the sun rising over San Francisco with a view from the water. I was up early, and had plenty of time to prepare for this magical event. On mornings like these, there is no place I would rather be than floating in the water of Ocean Beach, SF. My first wave was steep, and it pitched right over me as soon as I stood up - instant barrels... Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1101689411306037652004-11-28T16:07:00.000-08:002004-11-28T16:50:11.306-08:00tarzan and company take chitown
The Rinder clan was in full effect this past weekend, in celebration of our first Thanksgiving together, bringing the East and the Midwest together. It was a gathering of those surviving members of the family, 7 Rinders by blood, who carry the legacy of generations of survivors. The Rinder family was not alone in the struggle, as I discovered after hearing Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1099508556330067672004-11-03T10:20:00.000-08:002004-11-03T15:50:20.046-08:00Wearing more black than usual,
It's a day of mourning for many frustrated, even devastated, democratically-minded individuals... and I speak not of partisan politics. Simply stated, we the people want to run this country - WE support an administration that supports the principles of democracy. Our current administration deceives middle America, quite successfully, and attempts to deceive the Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1099346734566800142004-11-01T13:52:00.000-08:002004-11-01T14:07:55.736-08:00Sucked in and spit out
Wednesday of last week marks my first ride into and out of the tube. I was officially in the green room, and moving fast, so fast that I didn't take enough the time to appreciate those few seconds as I cruised into the section of wave that transformed into a vertical maelstrom about 6' high. It was so incredible, and so fast, and by far one of the longest lefts I have everAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1098918163768860662004-10-27T15:44:00.000-07:002004-11-01T13:51:32.140-08:00Shaking with Excitement
How can I contain myself?! I can't... I can't be contained. I was told that once after a rendez-vous with GHB. It just so happens that particular occasion inspired such a remark. I am literally shaking with excitement and can't possibly think about anything work-related for the next 45 minutes... therein lies the inspiration behind this entry.
I just listened to the surfAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1098904027433886892004-10-17T11:48:00.000-07:002004-10-27T12:50:13.226-07:00The smell of inspiration...
The venue was relatively small, and incredibly charming... it was a playful mix between a concert hall and a industrial brick building, minimalistic in that dot-com modern look, with a touch of matte-finished black railings and fencing (no kidding) separating the seating area from the rest of the hall. It was the kind of place where you could imagine death metal Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1097677120391509402004-10-13T07:17:00.000-07:002004-10-13T07:18:40.393-07:00enslaved by the intellectual mind
'Beware!' The final words to me yesterday evening after almost an hour of rhetoric and philosophy of life with a guy filming the sunset... he's been watching it, drawing it, photographing it since the seventies.
He warned me of the intellectual mind, which represents the 4-6% utility of our minds, as I'm sure you've heard quoted. He referred to each of us Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1095641182772236402004-09-19T17:23:00.000-07:002004-09-19T17:54:41.203-07:00The dream for a Friendly world...
where people of every creed, every race, gender, color, sexual orientation, or affiliation, can be friends. In order to be my friend, you don't have to meet anybody's expectation of amicability, beauty, intelligence, or wisdom - all you need is to offer honor, trust and respect. And all I have to do is to want you to be my friend.
That's the best part about Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1093054525100705762004-08-20T19:00:00.000-07:002004-10-27T12:55:09.946-07:00Northeast of Burlington, hovering a few inches above the ground...
As I wandered down that dimly lit street in Garden City, LI, I didn't care what was going to happen over the course of the next few hours, days... I knew that there would be many long nights ahead, and I felt prepared... as best I could. I prepared to experience with open heart the last show.
The next few days were a blur... Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1092867463621646332004-08-18T15:13:00.000-07:002004-08-22T14:00:55.996-07:00Standing barefoot in the mud
We all watched in awe as Trey personalized his experience with the devoted phans before him. Tens of thousands watched as he got all choked up on stage, and it was emotional. I got choked up just watching him, hoping that he wouldn't lose it up there and would be able to finish the show. He did, and after he nearly lost it, he said "we just need to blow off some Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1091738455005911082004-08-05T13:26:00.000-07:002004-08-05T13:40:55.006-07:00My Birthday was a raving success this year.
I got everything that I wished for and more... all that was on my list was waves. I just wanted to paddle out into something surfable that morning, like I did one year prior during my last day on Maui. After two weeks of relatively little surf, we got some waves that morning of July 8, 2004, and I was surfing my way into the second quarter century ofAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1091591490697121942004-08-03T20:39:00.000-07:002004-08-03T20:51:30.696-07:00Perfecting the Art of Being
Where to begin - the art is a life's journey, a continuous process in learning and experience. I am reading this incredible book called "Island" by Aldous Huxley, and it blows my mind at times... there is some obvious Huxley flavors to this book; for example, his appreciation for hallucinagenics is clearly a part of his utopia as described in these wonderful pages. Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1088533066404331562004-06-29T11:08:00.000-07:002004-06-29T11:17:46.403-07:00Virginia, The world tour continues, and some new experiences...
Where do I begin? I'm going to have to split some of these stories up... Noteworthy events upon which to elaborate
1) Tennis matches against the fierce boy, Daniel, and the ferocious co-worker, Ryan, including the days leading up to the excitement.
2) The friday that began the world tour, just in time.
3) The opening concert Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1087231705982155842004-06-14T09:35:00.000-07:002004-06-14T10:03:58.066-07:00What kine of life is dis?
In the words of Tomo, the Japanese surf bum, Sssoooo good... maybe you rove it! Windswell was the saving energy force that got Ocean Beach to spit out some barrels this weekend. Size IS what counts, and Saturday was all fired up on dawn patrol. Not to mention that this haole boy was still intoxicated at dawn... the following is a brief recount of the previous twelve Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1086390597850212812004-06-04T16:09:00.000-07:002004-06-04T16:09:57.850-07:00As you may realize, I was wrong... my masterpiece did not get destroyed in internet land... it did get published! Woo-Hoo! Oh happy day!Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1086390534633910492004-06-04T16:07:00.000-07:002004-06-04T16:08:54.633-07:00I'm so upset by the recent turn of events that I need to vent... I just wrote a thorough recap of yesterday, which turned out to be quite the epic day, and when I went to publish the entry, I got an error message that erased my entire masterpiece. FUCK! It happens to me as well when i'm writing an email... i'll get over it. Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1086390361157823492004-06-04T15:51:00.000-07:002004-06-04T16:11:35.506-07:00I went to visit my favorite lover of all time yesterday afternoon... the ocean. Mother nature threw me a bone from the south... a nice, strong south swell on the same day that I would be at a meeting nearby the most consistent southerly-exposed break. Following the meeting, I raced to Santa Cruz, and drove up to the break in a near-frenzy of excitement.
Big surf coupled with ditching work in Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1086190754740253582004-06-02T08:31:00.000-07:002004-06-02T08:39:14.740-07:00The Azmniaag Hmuan Mnid
I lenerad toady taht the we are albe to raed wdors taht are all jlumebd up as lnog as the frsit and lsat lreetts are in the cercort peclas. It has tkaen me mcuh lgeonr to wtire tihs tahn it tkaes to raed it. I tinhk mcuh has to do wtih the cxetnot of the wetitrn wdors as mcuh as it is our mdni's aliibty to pcsreos a wrod as a wlhoe.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1084765815443833802004-05-16T20:42:00.000-07:002004-05-16T20:53:28.136-07:00Sunday Dinner
How about a lovely meal prepared by the naked chef on bush street? It is appealing, whether or not it appeals to you. I'm ready to entertain the new kid on the block, and I've painstakingly redecorated my apartment today, so he's in for quite a good show considering the source. I'd say it's a $7 show.
I've enjoyed the bachelor's life without roommates whose opinions used to Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1084392628737331542004-05-12T12:54:00.000-07:002004-05-12T13:14:18.733-07:00"Fierce Women"
Wherever you find yourself in this world, there will be fierce women to leave an impression on those in her wake. My mother was my first example of a fierce woman. She is, with all due respect, a class-A bitch. She demands to get what she deserves, and does not take respect for granted... she sets an example for me, and it has helped me to be respectful, assertive, confident Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1084375716606601472004-05-12T08:20:00.000-07:002004-05-12T08:28:36.606-07:00Surfed my brains out this weekend... and it's already Wednesday.
The south swell hit big, and then disappeared into the oblivion of holy wind, batman. Such is the travesty of the surf conditions here in Nor-Cal. I used to think it was No-Cal, and preferred that name to the real McCoy. No-cal sounds healthier, or perhaps just less filling. Well, I speak only for Nor-Nor-Cal because, Santa Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1083990450876694742004-05-07T21:27:00.000-07:002004-05-07T21:31:59.653-07:00Actually, life is always too good to be true... everyone has that experience. Only some of us have it more often. Tonight is super chill and super fun, and i've got a ton of ideas to keep me playing for the next couple of hours.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1083990391324360662004-05-07T21:26:00.000-07:002004-05-07T21:31:00.110-07:00Life is not too good to be true - Life is too bad to be true
Such is the continuum upon which we balance all of ourselves and actions. Each on its own continuum.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1083988796696330032004-05-07T20:59:00.000-07:002004-05-19T13:56:15.963-07:00Life is too good to be true...
I have found the ultimate FREE email... and got my choice of name... now I need to capitalize on this, and start "collecting" Gmail names, so that I can turn around and sell them to the people who have those names. Take my email... arinder@gmail.com. It is the first opportunity for me to get that name on a free email server that will suit all my needs + 1 gig of Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1083779299013830212004-05-05T10:48:00.000-07:002004-05-05T10:52:44.060-07:00Day of Judgement
Today is an I hate my job day... it is a telling story that speaks of impulsivness and immediate gratification. There is a very real feeling in the pit of my stomach that is telling me to quit this accounting bullshit, and find something that I enjoy doing everyday. I don't want to have job satisfaction 51% of the time, or even 75% of the time. I want job satisfaction from Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1079558494310945522004-03-17T13:21:00.000-08:002004-03-17T13:25:17.170-08:00Elated
If tears fill my eyes, they are from a heart filled with joy.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1079371945005801272004-03-15T09:32:00.000-08:002004-05-05T10:53:11.576-07:00Touch of sentiment...
I found this card a few weeks ago that was so cute and romantic that I couldn't resist buying it even though I had no one in mind to whom to give this card. It's got a picture of two kittens wrapped up in one another, and the inside says "I love to curl up with you".
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1079318318697973992004-03-14T18:38:00.000-08:002004-05-05T10:56:05.640-07:00Today was one of the best Sundays that I've had in a long time,
The whole day was spent enjoying the great weather at the beach, in the ocean, and at the park with a new friend. The weekend started with a 9:30am call on Saturday morning, still hung to the tits from the night before, and hurting for water. It was one of the partners of my office calling from NYC to request my expertise. It Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1077911462705696932004-02-27T11:51:00.000-08:002004-03-15T09:42:45.263-08:00Contrary to popular belief
The first two years in accounting (public) is not hell. My first six months was closer to heaven, Hawaii! Surfing before and after work, during lunch sometimes if the waves were good, plenty of sun, about two weeks of long hours, and lots of vacation time around the 6 months I spent working there.
Space for elaboration on the first year and a half...
My father saidAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1077574301669918512004-02-23T14:11:00.000-08:002004-02-23T14:14:28.576-08:00Vacation is
overdue... I gave my notice for a week, oh, a week in which I will condense the experience of coming home. It is my return to Maui, and fortunately for me, I have friends who are honest enough to highlight the bullshit in my argument (excuses) against taking this trip. This opportunity does not come around again.
This will be one of the last times that I get to share the island Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1077312606342685852004-02-20T13:30:00.000-08:002004-02-20T13:33:09.983-08:00Back for round two as I manage the costs and relive the experience... this time around, I tried to spend some more time in the air, and became quite the protege in the terrain park. As I have found out, airtime is quite enjoyable and is much easier than the mind would allow you to believe. I was so pumped up after a few runs down Kangaroo (board park), and had my ass quickly handed over to me Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1075261496604898132004-01-27T19:44:00.000-08:002004-01-27T19:47:25.810-08:00Bring on the snow, the mountains, and a board, and you've found yourself a new hobby. Got myself up in Tahoe this past weekend, with the help of a Jeep Grand Cherokee and a little help from my friends (i.e. gear, pad to crash for the weekend, and a riding partner). Dis one rippa, cuz! Got my groove on by the second half of my first day out, and was telling stories before the day was over. OneAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1074749585766344352004-01-21T21:33:00.000-08:002004-01-21T21:35:07.373-08:00It's going to be a happy new year...
I've been listening to a lot of rent. Can you tell? I've continued to write, yet I haven't been able to motivate myself to censor and subsequently publish the ramblings that become my journal... the autobiography written over many-fold.
A short and profound metaphor on self-disclosure, on vulnerability, shared with me by a very dear friend...
As I Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1072747697473047452003-12-29T17:28:00.000-08:002003-12-29T17:28:34.696-08:00A Dollar a Day
Each day, we are given a new basket of eggs to distribute. We can choose to arrange them in baskets as we did the day before, or we decide to redistribute the eggs. Some mornings, we wake up and realize that we have fewer eggs today, whereas other days we wake and know that we will have extra eggs. How does it feel to invest all your eggs in one place?
Asking myself the Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1071679218598554912003-12-17T08:40:00.000-08:002003-12-17T08:40:44.890-08:00SINGING IN THE RAIN... where could i be?
I suppose it rains frequently enough in SF to justify this spontaneous inspiration to sing, however, today I am singing in NYC, which is probably where the song/film took place. More than a couple reasons why I'd be singing in the rain. First off, it's warm, hella warm. Otherwise I'd be freezing my ass off in the snow. The second reason is obvious, Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1070066447712627142003-11-28T16:40:00.000-08:002003-11-28T16:42:54.233-08:00ANOTHER BLACK FRIDAY
I’m sitting in a café on the corner of Cole and Carl/I’m eating a delicious grilled chicken breast sandwich w/ pesto that I order by sight after I watched one pass by me as I prepared to order. I’m writing about the discoveries that I have made into my quest for love, and everything along the way. I’m becoming high on life, on my surroundings, about the people that I meet,Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1069860229474028322003-11-26T09:12:00.000-08:002003-11-26T09:12:05.306-08:00Top o' the morning to y'all!
I'm live and wireless from my humble desk... free wi-fi, for all those in the know, rules. These are the makings of a beautiful day... I was invited to go surf Linglemar this morning, and it would have been around now that I would be gathering my seal-suit, board and booties, and listening for the sound of "Lets Go!" coming from the street below.
This ain't Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1069824699823357772003-11-25T21:31:00.000-08:002003-11-26T07:24:48.436-08:00Humble Beginnings
I'm writing from the bay window of my lower Haight street apartment, facing out into the vortex of life that is San Francisco. Living in this city is such a unique way to experience culture in your face, and it wouldn't be the same any other way. It helps me to understand people, real people, and the way they deal with real life issues.
Homelessness is an issue that is Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1069359228593122842003-11-20T12:13:00.000-08:002003-11-25T16:38:19.180-08:00Distinction between Courage and Hope as interpreted by Marcus Aurelius...
We hope only for that which does not depend on us,
we want only that which does.
This is why hope is a virtue for believers only,
while courage is a virtue for everyone.
What does courage require?
Being so (courageous).
Hoping is not enough... only cowards content with that.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1069346900477477282003-11-20T08:48:00.000-08:002004-03-30T13:05:49.746-08:00The Real World - Sacramento
The sounds in the parking lot of Sacramento's capital building is the buzz of nobby tires hitting the pavement, as a Hummer rolls into the parking spot marked "Governor". We like Hollywood, and the drama that ensues...
I don't usually read the paper, but happened to notice Arnold's inauguration speech in print, and decided to read through it over my morning tea... Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1069262404284822752003-11-19T09:20:00.000-08:002003-11-19T09:24:23.370-08:00A perfect blend of thoughts...
I left a voicemail for a friend in which I corrected myself for inventing a word used as a subject in a previous email. The content of the email was inspired by a metaphor that describes each of us as a bubble in the foam on the crest of a breaking wave. I wrote a brief, poetic response in which the subject line was ephereal moments.
The word that I intended Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1069195801966364822003-11-18T14:50:00.000-08:002003-11-18T14:50:08.910-08:002:43pm... today's productivity report: Billable: 3.5 hours
That means that I've spent the majority of my day keeping myself busy while I wait for work to come in the door. I expect that the rest of this week will continue to be quite quiet on the work front. Please send your suggestions as to what I should do with my free time... so far, I have completed my autobiography, written a new song, Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1069188313065966762003-11-18T12:45:00.000-08:002003-11-18T12:45:19.273-08:00Desk jockey by day, ocean junkie at every other opportunity... These two parellel universes rarely collide, but there are times when I can visualize the sensation of watching the lip of a 8 foot wave pitching over my head, or experience again the sensation and fear of paddling out into waves that rise like a two-story building out of the depths of the liquid. For reasons beyond my comprehension,Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1069137734913573702003-11-17T22:42:00.000-08:002003-11-17T22:42:21.013-08:00Fall... the harvest moon, halloween, the transition of seasons. There is something magical and mysterious about this time of year that brings me to an acute sense of awareness. I'm actually vibrating at a higher frequency. I have had some of my fondest memories during this time of year.
Three years ago, this time of year - planning thanksgiving party in Nice with other Americans and Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1069103468128426292003-11-17T13:11:00.000-08:002003-11-17T13:11:14.546-08:00Epic weekend in the life of this haole boy. Sunday morning session was happiness. It was everything that I've wanted for the past three months... it's still tough to wrap my mind around the idea of being out of pocket for that long. Welcome back, Mr. Deep Pockets... well, Mr. Pockets is just fine.
So instead of putting down my rake and scooper, I parked my green bug, and hit the water no-cal Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1068835714830926852003-11-14T10:48:00.000-08:002003-11-14T10:48:40.160-08:00TODAY IS OFFICIALLY CITYCARSHARE DAY!
I got my acceptance in the (e)mail, and I know my mom is proud... all along the coast, I will roam with that green bug, looking for those perfect waves... from the Marin Headlands, to the foggy Pacifica beaches. I'm so pumped! After all is said and done, I have a feeling that the priviledge of having a car will soon become an addiction. What can I do but Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074716.post-1068750893634837432003-11-13T11:14:00.000-08:002003-11-13T11:14:58.980-08:00New adventures everyday, to share with those who want to know.
Inquiring minds... this is your source. Welcome to my fanclub!Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13747893236377578799noreply@blogger.com