Memos from June 2005

the brothers ron-van gundy

as i was watch­ing the play­offs between the mia­mi heat and the detroit pis­tons, i thought i rec­og­nized some­thing inter­est­ing. have you guys/gals ever won­der how stan van gundy (head coach of the mia­mi heat) resem­bles ron jere­my (porn­star legend)—that or can even be con­sid­ered broth­ers?!?!

but yah, take a look for your­selves. if oth­er sim­i­lar­i­ties come to mind (oth­er than the giv­en mus­tache), please post ’em.

A Reminisce, Reminisce…

look­ing back and try­ing to fix up my old archived entries in this blog, i went down mem­o­ry lane. it was great to read and think about the days of the past. its just weird that i nev­er knew how much this blog has evolved into a jour­nal of some­one who start­ed it off to be a learn­ing place for web design/development.

mean­while, as the drum* plays to the beat of the sec­ond-hand, my days have been spent in a new envi­ron­ment. i’m sur­prised that i’m still learn­ing a grip of things every­day at the job and about myself over here. its sur­pris­ing that when you’re in a new “per­spec­tive”, you find things all-rel­a­tive to what you were accus­tomed before.

to those that know what i’m talk­ing about, let me know… i real­ly can’t explain this phe­nom­e­non as its one of those things that you just have to do in order to expe­ri­ence. but maybe an exam­ple of some sort… ok, lets say when you’re a kid who nev­er knew/felt fire for the first time; you’re parents/fam member(s) woul­da prob­a­bly said or pro­hib­it­ed you to touch a can­dle light as its dangerous—and it hel­la hurts.

but, you still try it; because there’s a lit­tle mis­chief in all of us and we did­n’t know bet­ter back in the days. so yah, back to square one. its been a great expe­ri­ence so far being some place “some­what” dif­fer­ent. when i say “some­what”, i mean that “its all rel­a­tive” (as juan would say it). some exam­ples of this the­o­ry:

  • every city has a ghet­to
  • a block is a block; unless you mea­sure it…
  • peo­ple are addict­ed to one form of “addic­tion”
  • at the end of the day, we all have closed our eyes for a brief moment

as you can tell, every­thing is everything—as lau­ryn would say. but it is this fact that keeps us (or most of us) to try and do our best in every moment of our lives. so when we look back, whether it be through a blog, an old pho­to album, a diary, etc… we could at least say: “i remem­ber”.

so, i hope every­one spend their days in both clar­i­ty and with fun. learn some­thing new each day, as most peo­ple would say; whether it be:

  • find­ing out who ordered the cre­ation of the clones in star wars: attack of the clones,
  • try­ing to fig­ure out how “clap­ping” came about (will that “some­one” i know, that knows this please enlight­en us),
  • or learn­ing the mean­ing of what skeet (skeet skeet) means …

be pro-active, pro-“life”, pro-crastinate…i mean… you know what i mean—do some­thing pos­i­tive. so peace till the moment is here, you’ll read/hear my words when it gets there. word.

from my mind to yours, “hangin in a chow line, good times.”