I’m not moved easily by too many R&B singers. I love R&B, but so many of them sound alike. I actually have always really liked Michael Buble. His voice is amazing and he’s personable.
However, there’s a new voice on the block and it belongs to Sam Smith. Just… listen.
Yes, I have tried to sing his songs and I cannot come even close to his range. It’s literally unbelievable.
He is a solo artist and is also on some songs with Disclosure. I suggest looking him up and keeping an eye on this rising star. He’s only 21!
Last March, I was standing at my desk in Boulder, Colorado when I heard the Boston Marathon bombings had occurred. I couldn’t believe it. I was heart broken, frightened and had to call and email every person I knew and cared about back home to make sure they were alright, that they weren’t running, they weren’t watching, they weren’t hurt. As the days went by and the manhunt continued, I’d choke back tears every morning as I watched the news about the survivors, the witnesses and the city grieving, seeking revenge and coming to grips with what happened.
I wanted to be there so badly. I had been to many marathons. I’ve watched people I cared deeply for cross that finish-line after the hardest months of training in their life. I pictured myself there every single day for a while after the attacks.
This year I am committed to going and watching the Boston Marathon. I’m here in Massachusetts, there’s no reason for me not to go. No matter what I do, where I am, I’ll be present and mindful on the next Boston Marathon Day. I’ve never felt more connected to my home than that day.
I still try to share as much good music that I discover as possible, yet Facebook can be kind of a bitch with it’s algorithm and what it actually winds up showing friends. So, I figured I’d just post this latest video/song that I’m obsessed with. Actually, I discovered Chvrches just before I left Boulder and they really were a great band to listen to while driving cross country. I love the lead singer’s voice.
So, I made it. I’m back on the East Coast. My place of origin. It was strange to just drive for so many miles and to come to the places where you began a long time ago. The unfamiliar starts to become familiar. For a second it’s new, then it you realize afterwards that it’s all the same, in some way. It isn’t the world and our surroundings that change so much, it’s us that change constantly.
I just drove until I couldn’t drive East anymore. I can still go up or down the coast, but it’s a good boundary to hit the ocean and know that’s it… it’s time to stop for a little while.
Look at that! Over 3,000 miles. Had to make a pit-stop in Brooklyn a couple days longer than expected because of this nasty snow storm in the North East, however, there are worse places to stay than with your best friends from Colorado who relocated to NYC for a job. Our dogs are so psyched to see each other again.
Next stop, Worcester/Boston!
“Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.”
― James Joyce, Ulysses
Lots of driving. Lots of thinking. I’m well past the point of being sick of myself. It’s as if I’ve listened to every single song on my Spotify playlists (if you’re a Spotify user and reading this and want to make me a new playlist, I’d love that), I’ve thought through every scenario leading up to the past few months and have nothing left to say about it to myself or anyone else. It’s just me and the road.
My friends Jenn and Mark in Chicago have been amazingly generous to me over the years that we’ve known each other. They’ve always opened up their home to me, cooked me amazing food, listened to me talk nonsense in circles and call me on my bullshit when needed. So when they suggested I make a layover in Chicago it was an easy choice to accept. Since getting here I’ve slept better than I’ve slept in the past month, by far. My dog is happy to be here too – lots of toys and two Greyhounds that have no idea what to do with his energy.
I’ve also gone downtown and wandered a bit, remembering what it felt like to be in Chicago in the various stages of my life. I came here first a long time ago when I was interviewing with a wind energy company. I was hoping to move here. I also wasn’t sure if my girlfriend at the time was going to move with me or not, however she was supportive in me pursuing it, so I came out here with an open heart. I didn’t get the job, but I never forgot about Chicago. I came back many times when I was living in Madison, WI as well, for music, food and general big city shenanigans. I was in a different stage in my life then compared to when I first came here. Recently single, wide-eyed to life’s new possibilities and not quite grounded anywhere. Seems like things have come full circle because I’m pretty much in the same situation now.
Chicago always has a calming effect on me. It’s the only city besides Boston where I feel completely at home. It’s always felt that way to me. It’s nice to have a centering and grounding experience mid-way on a road trip.
Tomorrow I hit the road and continue East. I’ll stop in NYC for a bit, then get up to Massachusetts and see about a few potential opportunities that have been presented to me. I’m excited to walk into them with an open heart and mind. Absolutely everything will be considered as a valid option at this point. As long as it serves me and gives me an opportunity to serve those around me, I am going to give it my attention.
Firstly, I was given my blue belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu before I moved out of Boulder last week… January 18th to be exact. Words can’t describe what BJJ has done for me over the years. Below is a picture of me getting handled by a badass dude at my gym who’s just short of having a black belt… so I don’t feel terrible for getting my ass whooped. And then my new belt… ain’t it pretty.
Right now I’m back in Madison, WI right now staying with a friend from when I lived here last. It’s surreal to be back here. I haven’t visited since I moved to Boulder in 2010. The circumstances that brought me out to Madison were, to say the least, significant in my overall development as a man, person, partner, professional, etc. It was the space I needed from my life as I left it back in Massachusetts. I’m starting only now to truly realize some of the lessons I was taught by life and some people in my life back then. I am so grateful for those lessons and those people, past and present.
Here’s a map of my stops so far. 2,100 miles and counting!
Up next: Chicago, Brooklyn New York, then my final destination (for now), Boston, Massachusetts
As of today, I am officially announcing my return to the East Coast. At least for a little while until I decide where I truly want to be, geographically, professionally, etc. That might wind up being Boston, Worcester, Chicago, The BayArea, or anywhere else that calls me. My heart’s totally open to whatever opportunities speak to my core passions and aspirations. Nothing is off the table.
The over-arching reason why I’m moving back is fairly personal, so out of respect for myself and the situation, I’m not going to go into details here right now. However, if you know me and you know how to get in touch with me, I’m happy to share my story and what I’ve learned from it all.
It’s all good. Onward and upward. Life keeps getting better, regardless of setbacks. I am so stoked to see what 2014 brings.
I have a good friend who as of the past few years has more or less inherited an opportunity to farm land that his family owns. I’ve seen him dive headlong into this farm of his with passion and conviction that is rare. He had the support he needed and all the things lined up that made his ability to focus on one thing he loved absolutely paramount.
It’s inspirational. Sometimes I’ll leave work in the middle of the day (his farm happens to be a mile from my office) and go help him pick produce or move heavy stuff. I feel a basic satisfaction tasting the hard work he does on a daily basis. I want to be involved. I call him and ask him how I can help more. Can I pay into a CSA? Can I help him build a website to promote his farm dinner projects? What can I do?
I was honored to know this friend before he came into this farm. I am even more inspired by him now.
I hope I can be that for someone someday.