Posts Tagged ‘josh ritter’

Dark pines the moonlit road, Winter time the crunch of snow July 16, 2012 No Comments

Picked up a few post cards in Switzerland this weekend, of the alternative variety, they are fun, if get 3 addresses (the first 3) I’ll send the one of your choice your way.

a bar with a jukebox and you on my arm heaven and earth are pretty much the same July 18, 2010 1 Comment

the night brought some great rain to the area, wiping out the haze, to reveal a beautiful mountain range and a cool gentle breeze. spent the day color coding different aspects of things to stay organized while destroying, to rebuild stronger.  the job is awesome, i’ll have plenty of flex room to do some cool […]

So throw away those lamentations We both know them all too well If there’s a book of jubilations We’ll have to write it for ourselves June 16, 2010 No Comments

often while reading the manual or following the sop or digesting information, we forget those books of lamentations are old and stale, we forget to admire the questions, and we forget to follow our own paths. in pressfield’s book ‘the war of art’, he talks about ‘angels’ that help us find our way, josh ritter […]

man is only half himself, the other half is a bright thing, he tumbles on by luck or grace, for man is ever a blind thing June 14, 2010 No Comments

sitting at flightpath coffee in austin texas, remembering the times when i made a lot of time for blogging, before the 84 hour typical week and no stimuli in the desert. i think about the things that could potentially be out of the hands of god, and the redefinition of what a ‘crisis’ is in […]

set the course north, study the charts and dream of the fine deep harbor past the ice May 11, 2010 No Comments

josh ritter’s new album takes the tone of that of a Spanish conquistador discovering the new world.  life’s endeavours seem similar, josh’s imagery says, “all I’ve got are my guts and my God and the Annabelle Lee.” Similarly we have our intuition, philosophy and our vessel for life, our body. 6 weeks and 6 days […]

last night I dreamt that I grew wings, I found a place where they could hear me when I sing May 28, 2009 No Comments

Life in Baghdad-e-o isn’t all that bad, long hours, hard work, don’t even know where to begin with all those. Just walk with an authoritative walk and do you job, I guess that’s the way to roll – Teamwork is big out here, which is AWESOME — Pile A needs to get into building, everyone […]

Christ could walk on water we can wade through the war You don’t need to tell me who the fire is for May 19, 2009 No Comments

4 am venture to the loo’s this morning reveals the moon / star that’s present on the flag of Islam, man and his symbols. It’s safe to say that ‘things’ move 3-4 times quicker here than back home, strip the frivolous politics from you day to day work environment and you get what you have […]

The daughter of the biggest big town banker He kept her like a princess I stole her like the Fort Knox gold May 14, 2009 No Comments

More bullet points until cohesive though can sink in – I haven’t seen bigotry here, people, political, religious, etc — the caricature I saw of the war fighter or those that support it has always taken a ‘conservative’ stance, I see the question framed differently here. The ant nest has been kicked, now you have […]

Birds beneath my window dustying their wings upon the lawn I hear them in the morning light giving last amen to a migratory song May 9, 2009 No Comments

Last post from the US of A for a while, heading to partake in a risk / reward scenario overseas. What to bring, a good attitude at the least. With a belly somewhat unsettled and an open mind, I can see a decoupling of societal constructs, it’ll only do me well. The mind always imagines […]

Out on the Desert and I’m Feelin’ Lost, The Bonnet Wears a Wire Albatross, Monster Ballads and the Stations of the Cross May 3, 2009 1 Comment

Today begins a new journey, or as Monty Pyton would say, ‘and now for something completely different.’ I’ve always talked about perspective, but find myself staying in my mental ‘safe’ zone. The more you look, the more you realize the facts are so far removed from our ‘civilized’ and advanced societies that everything is abstact, […]