My intention for this entry is so I can remember the experience.
Last night, in the midst of my hustle and bustle, I was rerouted by a power much greater than myself...
I was heading up Simcoe St. towards Taunton Rd around 6:00pm when I noticed large crowds lining up on the sides of the street. It took a few more blocks of driving before I clued in. It was the Olympic Torch coming to town... What was so significant was the fact that I really had no reason to drive north on Simcoe. So I feel like I was suppose to witness this wondrous human phenomenon. It consisted of a long parade of sponsorship vehicles (like Coke and what not), buses, and police. As I drove alongside of the parade I was able to capture all the excitement as traffic was slow. Next thing I know I see the bright torch light in the night. Our paths crossed quite literally.
Heavy.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
a shooting star/as real as it gets...
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
This must be captured. And so it is.
I captured and embraced a shooting star today! How often do you get to hear or share that?
It landed this morning at 8:30am in the Oshawa General Hospital. I was told there were many witnesses. And those who saw, felt and grasped the experience also noticed the world lighten and grow.
When I found out about the landing, it was both overwhelming and relieving to know there was a brand new spirit joining us on this journey called life. And since the guiders of this miracle are so close to my life, I felt a barrage of mixed feelings. What was astonishing was the gravitational pull this wild wonder had over me. I was able to bypass all my own emotions and current personal chaos as soon as I laid eyes on her. In fact, I met Zoey Anne Kathleen Paterson and her mother, Carri Carlyle, with a childlike giggle followed by relief and a reminder of how REAL life is. Seeing this star was as REAL as it gets.
The following moments were so profound, that as I write, I can vividly recall each moment I spent in the presence of those two wonderful spirits. I can remember the footsteps and each word said. It was not long before a brand new life was in my arms. Only the moment was reciprocated between us. Like a bolt of lightning combined with a past caress from my own mother. I was refreshed. Either a spell was lifted or cast; I would like to believe both.
I spoke the deepest prayers I could find within in order to give all I could at that very moment. It was a feeling of honour and delight to be there.
I was off to find the father, Sean Paterson. He was to be found at Teddy’s Eatery with his two fathers. And I can still feel the embrace we shared.
I was to return later in the evening for a follow up visit. I could not get enough of this new life.
And to think how often this occurs.
A day in the life of life.
This must be captured. And so it is.
I captured and embraced a shooting star today! How often do you get to hear or share that?
It landed this morning at 8:30am in the Oshawa General Hospital. I was told there were many witnesses. And those who saw, felt and grasped the experience also noticed the world lighten and grow.
When I found out about the landing, it was both overwhelming and relieving to know there was a brand new spirit joining us on this journey called life. And since the guiders of this miracle are so close to my life, I felt a barrage of mixed feelings. What was astonishing was the gravitational pull this wild wonder had over me. I was able to bypass all my own emotions and current personal chaos as soon as I laid eyes on her. In fact, I met Zoey Anne Kathleen Paterson and her mother, Carri Carlyle, with a childlike giggle followed by relief and a reminder of how REAL life is. Seeing this star was as REAL as it gets.
The following moments were so profound, that as I write, I can vividly recall each moment I spent in the presence of those two wonderful spirits. I can remember the footsteps and each word said. It was not long before a brand new life was in my arms. Only the moment was reciprocated between us. Like a bolt of lightning combined with a past caress from my own mother. I was refreshed. Either a spell was lifted or cast; I would like to believe both.
I spoke the deepest prayers I could find within in order to give all I could at that very moment. It was a feeling of honour and delight to be there.
I was off to find the father, Sean Paterson. He was to be found at Teddy’s Eatery with his two fathers. And I can still feel the embrace we shared.
I was to return later in the evening for a follow up visit. I could not get enough of this new life.
And to think how often this occurs.
A day in the life of life.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
perfectly indescribable
Well let me share with you an inspirational tale. I went away for 2 nights 3 days to Bon Echo provincial park all by my lonesome. (In fact I just got back a couple hours ago.) It was much needed trip and much appreciated. I was just so grateful for the entire experience. As soon as I left my house, with my car full of gear, I felt freedom. Even the ride up there was spiritual and meaningful. I had lots of "signs" that guided me on my way.
The park took longer to get to than expected. About a 2 hour tour, which was not necessarily a bad thing. I was so aware and interested with my surroundings and the smalls towns that I would drive through. I think that must be an "age" thing. It is the first time ever that I cared about small towns called "Madock" & "Havlock".
I finally reached my destination and told the park ranger my plan of being secluded and that I was by myself. She put me into the MOST perfect site. It was a premier site. It was a site where I had to walk and carry everything in, leaving my car in a lot. What a piece of Mother Earth. The site and the view, perfect. It overlooked a portion of the Mazinaw Lake and in the background was the renowned Mazinaw Rock. This gigantic and monstrously beautiful bolder took up my entire view other than the lake and the stars at night. Yet, it was so profound and exhilarating that I did not mind the interuption at all!
This was a huge campground with tonnes of activities, but I was here for me. My agenda was to follow my nose, exercise, explore, investigate (inward and outward), meditate and eat. I had purchased a nice assortment of goods, including steaks, steaks and more steaks, to feast on throughout my stay.
The first night fell fast and it was colder then expected but I had loads of clothing and a good sleeping bag. The second day was started late but I was attacked by a platoon of raccoons the night before. I conquered a few hiking trails during my run, went for a swim right at the bottom of MY campsite and while sipping on my coffee and being warmed by my fired I was motivated to do some art. But I needed something else, something more...
So I went exploring and found just what I was looking for. I initially went looking for another hiking trail deeper in the park but I found something else. I took a long drive within the large park by using a back road. This wild road went from being a 2 lane paved road to a narrow off-road trail. I came to a point where I was no longer able to drive; I had to take the old Heel Toe Express in. I had been following this road sign from kilometres back that was suppose to take me to Joe Perry Lake. Well after a 20 minute uncertain, stumbling stroll I found my awakening. It indeed, was Joe Perry Lake. But that was it, just me and Joe Perry. It was the most beautiful place. PERFECTLY INDESCRIBABLE. Not a cottage on site, not a camper to be heard, not a ripple in the water, not a soul to be felt. It was all me. Just for me. I could see for miles from the shore I stood at. Now don't get me wrong, this looks like a place that could be busier during the warmer summer months. But not yesterday. In fact this place was so secluded that the canoes I did find, were not even locked up. I ended up saying what I had to say to Joe Perry, finding the perfect walking stick and making my way back to another steak dinner.
This morning was spent making some steak and eggs and tearing down.
Mission accomplished.
Meguitch
The park took longer to get to than expected. About a 2 hour tour, which was not necessarily a bad thing. I was so aware and interested with my surroundings and the smalls towns that I would drive through. I think that must be an "age" thing. It is the first time ever that I cared about small towns called "Madock" & "Havlock".
I finally reached my destination and told the park ranger my plan of being secluded and that I was by myself. She put me into the MOST perfect site. It was a premier site. It was a site where I had to walk and carry everything in, leaving my car in a lot. What a piece of Mother Earth. The site and the view, perfect. It overlooked a portion of the Mazinaw Lake and in the background was the renowned Mazinaw Rock. This gigantic and monstrously beautiful bolder took up my entire view other than the lake and the stars at night. Yet, it was so profound and exhilarating that I did not mind the interuption at all!
This was a huge campground with tonnes of activities, but I was here for me. My agenda was to follow my nose, exercise, explore, investigate (inward and outward), meditate and eat. I had purchased a nice assortment of goods, including steaks, steaks and more steaks, to feast on throughout my stay.
The first night fell fast and it was colder then expected but I had loads of clothing and a good sleeping bag. The second day was started late but I was attacked by a platoon of raccoons the night before. I conquered a few hiking trails during my run, went for a swim right at the bottom of MY campsite and while sipping on my coffee and being warmed by my fired I was motivated to do some art. But I needed something else, something more...
So I went exploring and found just what I was looking for. I initially went looking for another hiking trail deeper in the park but I found something else. I took a long drive within the large park by using a back road. This wild road went from being a 2 lane paved road to a narrow off-road trail. I came to a point where I was no longer able to drive; I had to take the old Heel Toe Express in. I had been following this road sign from kilometres back that was suppose to take me to Joe Perry Lake. Well after a 20 minute uncertain, stumbling stroll I found my awakening. It indeed, was Joe Perry Lake. But that was it, just me and Joe Perry. It was the most beautiful place. PERFECTLY INDESCRIBABLE. Not a cottage on site, not a camper to be heard, not a ripple in the water, not a soul to be felt. It was all me. Just for me. I could see for miles from the shore I stood at. Now don't get me wrong, this looks like a place that could be busier during the warmer summer months. But not yesterday. In fact this place was so secluded that the canoes I did find, were not even locked up. I ended up saying what I had to say to Joe Perry, finding the perfect walking stick and making my way back to another steak dinner.
This morning was spent making some steak and eggs and tearing down.
Mission accomplished.
Meguitch
Thursday, August 20, 2009
curiosity
http://www.facelessbook.com/blog_comment.php?post=51
What sparked a barrage of thoughts was the spotted text found at the end of the short Curiosity.
"... of course, I'm curious. I'm searching. For the answers. For the truth."
What comes to mind are some experiences I've had when searching. I've discovered the destination is forever changing. Destination=Change--this is the formula. So if the destination is truth, then truth is still always going to be changing.
Throughout life MY truth has changed just as I have. What once was reality is a dream; and what were dreams, now realities. What once was real is now fake. And what once was the TRUTH is now a lie. And so on.
therefore,
truth=change.
What sparked a barrage of thoughts was the spotted text found at the end of the short Curiosity.
"... of course, I'm curious. I'm searching. For the answers. For the truth."
What comes to mind are some experiences I've had when searching. I've discovered the destination is forever changing. Destination=Change--this is the formula. So if the destination is truth, then truth is still always going to be changing.
Throughout life MY truth has changed just as I have. What once was reality is a dream; and what were dreams, now realities. What once was real is now fake. And what once was the TRUTH is now a lie. And so on.
therefore,
truth=change.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
brace, just incase and say grace...
An abundance of work was thrown at me a week and a half ago and has taken me away until now.
One job in particular was absolutely absurd. Spiritually, physically, mentally demanding and draining... Only once the job was finished did I see it for what it was, a gift.
It was a repairing a wet basement. The Oshawa home had a steady stream coming from the entire west side of the house. The process was to dig a trench to the base of the house; lay down some new pipe for draining; seal the outside wall; load the ditch with crushed stone; and then fill it back in.
When we looked at the job, it looked so eaaaaasssssy! We were even giggling about it. Half of hole was dug out and it was a straight forward dig and repair.
Plans changed. We should have clued in we were in for a job and a half because the reason the home owner's son quit digging in the first place was due to the hole collapsing on him... That's why they called us!
So when we got there, I figured I'd only need one mate to help me dig this nasty witch. A rather unwise decision. The dirt was like nothing I have ever seen before... I am pretty sure it was dirt from Mars. Mars dirt. It was a crumbly clay and stuck to the shovel like a glue. From the get go we were literally digging this 30' long by 4' wide by god knows how deep down crater by hand. My man James was making more progress by tossing hunks of clay out of the opening with his bare hands versus his shovel. Within the first two hours fear set in and I wanted to quit. I could not believe this pit... but we trudged on.
We had to brace one portion of the mud wall immediately because their neighbour's asphalt driveway was on the verge of collapsing into the blackhole.
My memory is a little weary, but as far as I remember the next day James and I went back at it and made some great headway. We found our groove. And just as we were enjoying the hot sun, the refreshing tracks brought to us by 9.49 the Rock FM, the hard workout, the sense of accomplishment, the f%*king wall caved in. The portion of the dirt partition fell right in front of us as we stood and watched. The buckled dirt reclaimed it's territory; all the space we create that morning was eliminated. Initially, we figured we did not have to set up more protective wood braces because we were still not that low in the ground. Now it sounds crazy, but it was the truth. This dirt had plans of its own. We took this setback with a grain of salt. Until the next collapse. My recollection tells me that we had another minor collapse before that day was done. Nothing to the same degree as the first fall, but a collapse non the less.
Day 3.
This time I brought an additional digger. We needed another man and not just physically but because our spirits were declining too. James and I were slowly digging our own grave. I think it was my brother who joined us this day. To keep it simple let me say that we had a rather productive day. We set up the wood forms for bracing as we dug and we made some good space in the trench.
Day 4.
As I stood over the trench studying yesterday's work, James riddled me with questions asking why I was looking into the ditch with such look on my face. It wasn't until he saw for himself that my facial expression made sense. Overnight, the hole collapsed, again. But not the top of the wall... right from underneath the current bracing.
Day 5.
James, my bother and I were back at it and taking care of business. We stayed strong through the past ordeals. We were getting smarter as a team and smarter with the process. We ended up splitting up our dig into two sections. We crushed the first half of the process with new draining and a sealant for the wall. We could see the light. We had been adding braces left, right and centre as we moved along. It was overkill for sure but we weren't taking any chances. It was late in the afternoon and we were a 3/4's of the way finished, when...
We were digging out the last quarter of mud, but we were stuck because the bracing we had up restricted us from digging out the last portion of the hole. Plus the current braces around this area needed to be reinstalled anyway, as they looked insecure. So I made the decision to knock out the horizontal 4'x4' support post allowing us to reinstall some new braces and make room for our remaining dig. I knocked it out and the wall held... but not for long. An avalanche occurred. We took another collapse. I guess we needed that brace... It is funny when we look back on it. We all said if we were just a little faster we could have prevented one of the greatest disasters of all time.
This landslide was not pretty either... James was in the hole as we were all hymning and hawing about what to do for the new braces. As I was yapping I noticed the earth shifting... "James get the f*#k outta there bro"... LOL... The plywood was still against the dirt and as the soil moved, it pinched James between the house and the plywood. Maybe it was more like a body check. He just barely squeezed out. At this point there was only one thing we could do, lunch.
During our late lunch, I got a call from the bossman. Grant came by to see our progress while we were out. He could not believe it. It was like a quarter of the dirt fell back into our hole. I made calls to friends and other knowledgeable ditch diggers to ask for help because I was truly worried we could not finish now. I was so lost, discouraged, helpless. I remember claiming to James that we were the number one show up in heaven. Everyone up there was tuning in to watch our adventure down here on earth.. There was nothing more redonkulous then "the dirt show".
It was when we returned from lunch and I was kicking dirt around and holding in tears that I received a phone call from a new found friend named Anthony. Anthony, who just got out of jail, indicated that he need to be around good people and needed a job... "Well Anthony, I got just the job for you!! I'll see you 10 min's, DON'T GO ANYWHERE!"
Back at it, and with an army. Grant, the bossman, joined the band. So there we were, determined to cure this disease; to rectify this catastrophe; to slay this dragon. And we did.
It took a few more days and half days to get everything back to normal. Even my precious sister came to my rescue. James was sent back to base to recoup. But we did it. Blood, sweat and tears, you betcha. 12-14 hour days, of course. The job of a lifetime, quite possibly.
And get this, it turns out the basement still leaks....
Just kidding....
One job in particular was absolutely absurd. Spiritually, physically, mentally demanding and draining... Only once the job was finished did I see it for what it was, a gift.
It was a repairing a wet basement. The Oshawa home had a steady stream coming from the entire west side of the house. The process was to dig a trench to the base of the house; lay down some new pipe for draining; seal the outside wall; load the ditch with crushed stone; and then fill it back in.
When we looked at the job, it looked so eaaaaasssssy! We were even giggling about it. Half of hole was dug out and it was a straight forward dig and repair.
Plans changed. We should have clued in we were in for a job and a half because the reason the home owner's son quit digging in the first place was due to the hole collapsing on him... That's why they called us!
So when we got there, I figured I'd only need one mate to help me dig this nasty witch. A rather unwise decision. The dirt was like nothing I have ever seen before... I am pretty sure it was dirt from Mars. Mars dirt. It was a crumbly clay and stuck to the shovel like a glue. From the get go we were literally digging this 30' long by 4' wide by god knows how deep down crater by hand. My man James was making more progress by tossing hunks of clay out of the opening with his bare hands versus his shovel. Within the first two hours fear set in and I wanted to quit. I could not believe this pit... but we trudged on.
We had to brace one portion of the mud wall immediately because their neighbour's asphalt driveway was on the verge of collapsing into the blackhole.
My memory is a little weary, but as far as I remember the next day James and I went back at it and made some great headway. We found our groove. And just as we were enjoying the hot sun, the refreshing tracks brought to us by 9.49 the Rock FM, the hard workout, the sense of accomplishment, the f%*king wall caved in. The portion of the dirt partition fell right in front of us as we stood and watched. The buckled dirt reclaimed it's territory; all the space we create that morning was eliminated. Initially, we figured we did not have to set up more protective wood braces because we were still not that low in the ground. Now it sounds crazy, but it was the truth. This dirt had plans of its own. We took this setback with a grain of salt. Until the next collapse. My recollection tells me that we had another minor collapse before that day was done. Nothing to the same degree as the first fall, but a collapse non the less.
Day 3.
This time I brought an additional digger. We needed another man and not just physically but because our spirits were declining too. James and I were slowly digging our own grave. I think it was my brother who joined us this day. To keep it simple let me say that we had a rather productive day. We set up the wood forms for bracing as we dug and we made some good space in the trench.
Day 4.
As I stood over the trench studying yesterday's work, James riddled me with questions asking why I was looking into the ditch with such look on my face. It wasn't until he saw for himself that my facial expression made sense. Overnight, the hole collapsed, again. But not the top of the wall... right from underneath the current bracing.
Day 5.
James, my bother and I were back at it and taking care of business. We stayed strong through the past ordeals. We were getting smarter as a team and smarter with the process. We ended up splitting up our dig into two sections. We crushed the first half of the process with new draining and a sealant for the wall. We could see the light. We had been adding braces left, right and centre as we moved along. It was overkill for sure but we weren't taking any chances. It was late in the afternoon and we were a 3/4's of the way finished, when...
We were digging out the last quarter of mud, but we were stuck because the bracing we had up restricted us from digging out the last portion of the hole. Plus the current braces around this area needed to be reinstalled anyway, as they looked insecure. So I made the decision to knock out the horizontal 4'x4' support post allowing us to reinstall some new braces and make room for our remaining dig. I knocked it out and the wall held... but not for long. An avalanche occurred. We took another collapse. I guess we needed that brace... It is funny when we look back on it. We all said if we were just a little faster we could have prevented one of the greatest disasters of all time.
This landslide was not pretty either... James was in the hole as we were all hymning and hawing about what to do for the new braces. As I was yapping I noticed the earth shifting... "James get the f*#k outta there bro"... LOL... The plywood was still against the dirt and as the soil moved, it pinched James between the house and the plywood. Maybe it was more like a body check. He just barely squeezed out. At this point there was only one thing we could do, lunch.
During our late lunch, I got a call from the bossman. Grant came by to see our progress while we were out. He could not believe it. It was like a quarter of the dirt fell back into our hole. I made calls to friends and other knowledgeable ditch diggers to ask for help because I was truly worried we could not finish now. I was so lost, discouraged, helpless. I remember claiming to James that we were the number one show up in heaven. Everyone up there was tuning in to watch our adventure down here on earth.. There was nothing more redonkulous then "the dirt show".
It was when we returned from lunch and I was kicking dirt around and holding in tears that I received a phone call from a new found friend named Anthony. Anthony, who just got out of jail, indicated that he need to be around good people and needed a job... "Well Anthony, I got just the job for you!! I'll see you 10 min's, DON'T GO ANYWHERE!"
Back at it, and with an army. Grant, the bossman, joined the band. So there we were, determined to cure this disease; to rectify this catastrophe; to slay this dragon. And we did.
It took a few more days and half days to get everything back to normal. Even my precious sister came to my rescue. James was sent back to base to recoup. But we did it. Blood, sweat and tears, you betcha. 12-14 hour days, of course. The job of a lifetime, quite possibly.
And get this, it turns out the basement still leaks....
Just kidding....
Monday, July 27, 2009
re-establish
I believe this entry is specifically for myself for the fact that I made a commitment. I made a commitment to keep a blog. I need to keep this commitment; I need to keep the flow a flowing. The blog was started weeks ago and I find it very useful. My mind is so scattered and wild that the best thing I can do is to record these radical thoughts. So the purpose of this entry is simply to Re-establish a connection with my thoughts and put them down for the purpose of being recorded. I find it easier and cleaner to convey my thoughts through typing versus handwriting.
some songs for the fans...
Tear by RHCP
www.chinavbox.cn/show/UU04I8IO.html
Y Control by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3zPbBMbnjI&feature=fvst
Mr. Bojangles by Sammy Davis Jr.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=du22wApJqvs
Saturday, July 18, 2009
talking out loud and top 3 meals...
I've been home from China for over a year. The home welcoming ran out about 6 months ago and the pressure to stabilize is building . Since my return to our wonderful country, whatever ideas and dreams my brain concocts, I've been acting on. From acting, boxing, art, to starting businesses like construction companies, importing, clothing and so forth.
My experience is to live my dreams. Bottom Line. Whatever I enjoy doing--DO! And yes, I am a realist! Yes I have responsibilities, not many. And yes, I have bills and goals that are "weighing" over me. But this ONE life is so precious; therefore, I am working on BALANCING right now. I am still following my nose but also looking for some stability. Something to help me excel and help me grow. It will happen and when it does...Boom, boom pow. My list of evidence is 1000s of pages long. Life keeps getting better and better. "The proof's in the pudding."
So my plan of action is to get some sort of part time gig to stabilize my mysteriously abundant life. Just saying.
Top Three Meals... Ever
3) I was camping out in Guelph a couple weeks back and was overwhelmed with the surprise dinner of a life time. Kevin Campbell http://dreamsandaspirationsofkevin.blogspot.com (his blog)
pulled together one of the most tantalizing meals I've had. This meal was unexpected which really sets it apart from other delicious meals. It's campsite setting mixed with the perfect company also set this meal above the rest. It was all about the sauteed, caramelized onions stuck to the fried pirogies; baked potatoes with an abundant amount of fixings; the steak, brought to us by Buckingham's in Oshawa, was out of control.
2) Again there was a surprise element to this number two dinner. I knew I was going out for a special dinner but had no idea where. There was this hotel in Dalian, China called Shang Ri La. This place is totally high-end, or Next Level for that matter. I was accompanied by a tall, exotic, sexy Chinese woman, named Madison, who set up the whole extravagant evening for me. It turned out to be a buffet. I remember the hearty tacos, fresh sushi, athentic spaghetti, real bread (I mean, real bread, made with oats and sh*t) etc. It was food I had not eaten in months, western food. Food that I totally took for granted. Food that was made to please. The price on this meal was the most I have ever seen. It was $500.00 a plate. To top it all off and setting this meal apart from the rest... it was her treat! Boom, boom pow!
1) This one is easy. Every meal that I go out to have with the family is the best dinner ever. Hands down.
YOU PICKIN' UP WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN??????
88
My experience is to live my dreams. Bottom Line. Whatever I enjoy doing--DO! And yes, I am a realist! Yes I have responsibilities, not many. And yes, I have bills and goals that are "weighing" over me. But this ONE life is so precious; therefore, I am working on BALANCING right now. I am still following my nose but also looking for some stability. Something to help me excel and help me grow. It will happen and when it does...Boom, boom pow. My list of evidence is 1000s of pages long. Life keeps getting better and better. "The proof's in the pudding."
So my plan of action is to get some sort of part time gig to stabilize my mysteriously abundant life. Just saying.
Top Three Meals... Ever
3) I was camping out in Guelph a couple weeks back and was overwhelmed with the surprise dinner of a life time. Kevin Campbell http://dreamsandaspirationsofkevin.blogspot.com (his blog)
pulled together one of the most tantalizing meals I've had. This meal was unexpected which really sets it apart from other delicious meals. It's campsite setting mixed with the perfect company also set this meal above the rest. It was all about the sauteed, caramelized onions stuck to the fried pirogies; baked potatoes with an abundant amount of fixings; the steak, brought to us by Buckingham's in Oshawa, was out of control.
2) Again there was a surprise element to this number two dinner. I knew I was going out for a special dinner but had no idea where. There was this hotel in Dalian, China called Shang Ri La. This place is totally high-end, or Next Level for that matter. I was accompanied by a tall, exotic, sexy Chinese woman, named Madison, who set up the whole extravagant evening for me. It turned out to be a buffet. I remember the hearty tacos, fresh sushi, athentic spaghetti, real bread (I mean, real bread, made with oats and sh*t) etc. It was food I had not eaten in months, western food. Food that I totally took for granted. Food that was made to please. The price on this meal was the most I have ever seen. It was $500.00 a plate. To top it all off and setting this meal apart from the rest... it was her treat! Boom, boom pow!
1) This one is easy. Every meal that I go out to have with the family is the best dinner ever. Hands down.
YOU PICKIN' UP WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN??????
88
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
today's top ten songs
I would like to think I have somewhat of a responsibility. I must share my wild thoughts with the public. I feel like the majority of what you read on a day to day basis is rather drab, fake and thought preventing. So by me sharing me, I stay in the light and I hopefully spark some life in you.
Today entry is easy... top ten songs I've been listening to today...
your welcome! LOL
But no order...
John Frusciante - Dying Song
John Frusciante - Scratches
Valerie Shaw - Old Apartment (cover)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9DY8ROKZUE
Wolfmother - Joker and the Thief
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWvdKPpVWzw
Peter Bjorn and John - Up Against the Wall
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbWemy7dwUE
Point Blank - You Don't Want It Wit Us
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OLOjmmb94ec
Elvis P- Devil in Disguise
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3_Q96eJr1k
Solitaire - Easy 2 Slip
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZlprQpCtuc
Limp Bizkit - Build a Bridge
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_uxdL8tJ00&feature=related
The Smiths - How Soon is Now?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_U5HpeA_WSo
PS I just figured out how to add the links. Now you can just click away.
88
Today entry is easy... top ten songs I've been listening to today...
your welcome! LOL
But no order...
John Frusciante - Dying Song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GTyf9gP_yY&NR=1
John Frusciante - Scratches
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESgqwH8pJ0c
Valerie Shaw - Old Apartment (cover)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9DY8ROKZUE
Wolfmother - Joker and the Thief
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWvdKPpVWzw
Peter Bjorn and John - Up Against the Wall
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbWemy7dwUE
Point Blank - You Don't Want It Wit Us
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OLOjmmb94ec
Elvis P- Devil in Disguise
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3_Q96eJr1k
Solitaire - Easy 2 Slip
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZlprQpCtuc
Limp Bizkit - Build a Bridge
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_uxdL8tJ00&feature=related
The Smiths - How Soon is Now?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_U5HpeA_WSo
PS I just figured out how to add the links. Now you can just click away.
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Monday, July 13, 2009
prayers and cereal
Do you pray?
Why? Why not?
I do. I have prayed when I thought it was just a false sense of security. I have prayed when I've felt connected to the universe and it's every shift. I have prayed and felt nothing and I have prayed when I felt it all. While praying, I have heard answers; and during, I have made up my own. I've prayed when at the end of my road and I've prayed at the beginning.
Today I am guided after prayer. I pray today because it connects me to the universe. It's a tool that keeps me grounded and in touch with myself and others--connected. I spent a portion of my life disconnected. Talking to the higher power, creator, universe is the only thing that puts me back in the moment. Really, it is a combination of talking and listening.
I recently read a cartoon that read, "Prayer - How to do nothing and still think you're helping." I thought this was hilarious. I also feel this is a common perception. For me it is not that way at all, since my prayers ain't very conventional or religious. And since I have an endless evidence list of how my prayers have worked and come to fruition.
Through years of prayer I have built a foundation, a connection, a relationship with ______. I have never been so compassionate, so reliable, so generous, so easy, SO FREE.
I, too, am surprised I am exploiting my personal relationship with up above. But at the same time, "I have nothing to fear." And I am I want to be part of the solution in the fact that talking about GOD and is so taboo, private and personal. Personal and private is one thing but taboo...
Extra Extra: New Trend Alert!
For the optimal breakfast experience, start mixing cereals! For example, I mix Vector, Mini Wheats and Harvest Crunch for the absolute best cereal I've ever jammed in my mouth.
Start concocting. Raisin Bran, Honey Nuts and Mini Wheats. Quite frankly, mixing Mini Wheats with any cereal is going to blow you away. Please start sharing your own concoctions with the rest of the world.
Can't think of any concoctions? Pray abou it
Why? Why not?
I do. I have prayed when I thought it was just a false sense of security. I have prayed when I've felt connected to the universe and it's every shift. I have prayed and felt nothing and I have prayed when I felt it all. While praying, I have heard answers; and during, I have made up my own. I've prayed when at the end of my road and I've prayed at the beginning.
Today I am guided after prayer. I pray today because it connects me to the universe. It's a tool that keeps me grounded and in touch with myself and others--connected. I spent a portion of my life disconnected. Talking to the higher power, creator, universe is the only thing that puts me back in the moment. Really, it is a combination of talking and listening.
I recently read a cartoon that read, "Prayer - How to do nothing and still think you're helping." I thought this was hilarious. I also feel this is a common perception. For me it is not that way at all, since my prayers ain't very conventional or religious. And since I have an endless evidence list of how my prayers have worked and come to fruition.
Through years of prayer I have built a foundation, a connection, a relationship with ______. I have never been so compassionate, so reliable, so generous, so easy, SO FREE.
I, too, am surprised I am exploiting my personal relationship with up above. But at the same time, "I have nothing to fear." And I am I want to be part of the solution in the fact that talking about GOD and is so taboo, private and personal. Personal and private is one thing but taboo...
Extra Extra: New Trend Alert!
For the optimal breakfast experience, start mixing cereals! For example, I mix Vector, Mini Wheats and Harvest Crunch for the absolute best cereal I've ever jammed in my mouth.
Start concocting. Raisin Bran, Honey Nuts and Mini Wheats. Quite frankly, mixing Mini Wheats with any cereal is going to blow you away. Please start sharing your own concoctions with the rest of the world.
Can't think of any concoctions? Pray abou it
Friday, July 10, 2009
truly the best medicine...
For the longest time, I had my head set on being a stand-up comedian. I always have loved to make people laugh whether I told jokes or wrote them in stories. It is right up there for being one my favourite things in the world to do, watching someone laugh. I find it so invigorating. It's even like a weird fetish. Let me explain, when I watch a hilarious clip on the computer or TV, I love sharing it with others and in this instance I think most people do the same. But where my fetish fit in, is when I get others to watch the funny clip, and I just stare at them; infatuated with their facial expressions while they watch. So the next time I am watching you laugh... now you know... I am enjoying myself.
Making people laugh is in my blood but it comes in waves. When I was growing up in high school I was nominated Class Clown two years in a row and lost both years... ha! Once, I even did my stand up routine at Yuk Yuks on amateur night. I took myself to downtown TO and did a 5-6 min routine. I got some chuckles and a few "eeewwws" lol. I learned two things from that experience. One, next time I do it bring some close friends; don't go alone. And second, try your shit out on people before unloading on a crowd.
What does all this mean? Nothing. But I did attach a top ten list of comedians. Yes I did. Here are 10 links for different comedians that I adore or at least adore these specific routines/shows.
(Warning: A couple links are a little racy.)
Top ten routines.
10 - Nick Swardson http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wBK2eY_zgs
9 - Lance Krall http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JHgnFQ-eCY
8 - Zach Galifianakis http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7ywNaGpqZw
7 - Chris Rock http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWERzwbobOk
6 - Dave Chapelle (explicit) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD1z789p1vc&feature=related
5 - Jerry Dee http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llPKgjyT1RU&feature=related
4- Sam Kinison http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_VURr6jnWQ
3 -Dane Cook http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAJOrr4C6D4&feature=related
2 - Dave Chapelle & Eddie Murphy (2 Geniuses) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdDxVZkytxI&feature=related
1 - Jerry Seinfeld http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ca2JwbOXnhg&feature=related
Honourable mentions: Mitch Hedberg, Harland Williams, Robin Williams, Jim Carrey, etc.
laughing... the best medicine...
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Making people laugh is in my blood but it comes in waves. When I was growing up in high school I was nominated Class Clown two years in a row and lost both years... ha! Once, I even did my stand up routine at Yuk Yuks on amateur night. I took myself to downtown TO and did a 5-6 min routine. I got some chuckles and a few "eeewwws" lol. I learned two things from that experience. One, next time I do it bring some close friends; don't go alone. And second, try your shit out on people before unloading on a crowd.
What does all this mean? Nothing. But I did attach a top ten list of comedians. Yes I did. Here are 10 links for different comedians that I adore or at least adore these specific routines/shows.
(Warning: A couple links are a little racy.)
Top ten routines.
10 - Nick Swardson http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wBK2eY_zgs
9 - Lance Krall http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JHgnFQ-eCY
8 - Zach Galifianakis http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7ywNaGpqZw
7 - Chris Rock http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWERzwbobOk
6 - Dave Chapelle (explicit) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD1z789p1vc&feature=related
5 - Jerry Dee http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llPKgjyT1RU&feature=related
4- Sam Kinison http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_VURr6jnWQ
3 -Dane Cook http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAJOrr4C6D4&feature=related
2 - Dave Chapelle & Eddie Murphy (2 Geniuses) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdDxVZkytxI&feature=related
1 - Jerry Seinfeld http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ca2JwbOXnhg&feature=related
Honourable mentions: Mitch Hedberg, Harland Williams, Robin Williams, Jim Carrey, etc.
laughing... the best medicine...
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009
next level art
I suppose it is time to start sharing about the art I have been creating with my brother. The more I open up about it, the more excited I get. And for the record, I am certainly not opposed to selling my art, but my motives are based on art being my outlet. Man, I love it. So powerful. Before my last fight, that did not happen, art was the only thing that saved my brain from becoming unbalanced--for real. I am one to pray and meditate but it was painting that totally alleviated me from my destructive, aggressive and draining thoughts.
It all started a few months ago when my brother came home with a giant canvas, some paints and a lost look on his face. A generous man, by the name of Peter, came up with this wonderful idea for my brotha. He bought this large 4'x3' canvas and told my bro to go home paint some funky shit and we will sell it to the rich... Ha!
From that point Snips, my brother, and I have been painting like we're art wizards or something. Each piece we create evolves from the the previous one. The fact that we collaborate our skills and put everything we have into one piece is a real cool feeling. To be able to share that creativity with someone else is Next Level. Our style, two artists painting together, may have been done before, but I have not heard of it. So semi-original... Plus tons of work we do is revolved around my fighting and I love attaching those stories to the art. But most of all, our work also comes from a different realm, as Snips is in a totally different place then I am. So we mix like nothing else.
Our art is the NEXT LEVEL... check it out... better yet, start painting yourself and we can put on a show together... hmmm?
You can find our the Next Level Art here:
http://www.facebook.com/tyler.tilley?ref
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It all started a few months ago when my brother came home with a giant canvas, some paints and a lost look on his face. A generous man, by the name of Peter, came up with this wonderful idea for my brotha. He bought this large 4'x3' canvas and told my bro to go home paint some funky shit and we will sell it to the rich... Ha!
From that point Snips, my brother, and I have been painting like we're art wizards or something. Each piece we create evolves from the the previous one. The fact that we collaborate our skills and put everything we have into one piece is a real cool feeling. To be able to share that creativity with someone else is Next Level. Our style, two artists painting together, may have been done before, but I have not heard of it. So semi-original... Plus tons of work we do is revolved around my fighting and I love attaching those stories to the art. But most of all, our work also comes from a different realm, as Snips is in a totally different place then I am. So we mix like nothing else.
Our art is the NEXT LEVEL... check it out... better yet, start painting yourself and we can put on a show together... hmmm?
You can find our the Next Level Art here:
http://www.facebook.com/tyler.tilley?ref=profile#/profile.php?id=1807673228&ref=ts
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009
god bless you ozzy for my desire to be great
Here is a thought that came to me today. It was this overwhelming desire to be great. Great as in being in the spotlight, changing the world for the better, sacrifice and wanting my story to be shared--that type of great. Now there are many types of "greatness" don't get me wrong. But this thought I had was a different kind. It was based on a fearless existence for the most part. Living each day as it was my last but not knowing I'm doing so because that is just who I am. Sharing the REAL core of my being. Trying new experiences after new experiences. Living the dream and sharing it with the world. I am sharing this because I think this type of greatness can be achieved... by me, you, everyone. Just gotta feed that desire, once you find it.
Funny, this thought stemmed from a few music videos I was listening to on youtube. I witnessed a compilation of Ozzy Osbourne's life in the video "In My Life." Now, don't get me wrong, there is no comparison to the original beatles' version, but this cover does pull a few heart strings. I think this video envokes emotion because this physcopath is only human and to see him in such a light where this video just plays various highlights of his twisted life is rather inspirational. He just lives. And the more popular he became over time the more he lost and found himself in this wild world. When I look at his life, from what I know of it, with a completely open mind, what a cool story he has. I'm no Sabbath historian or anything but I know what I know. He just lives, experiences and as you look back on his past through 2 minutes of clips you can see that each day could have been his last. God bless you Ozzy Osbourne, LOL.
Why Ozzy? Not sure but that's what sparked my desire.
and of course the link...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ns6wBo0gzk
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Funny, this thought stemmed from a few music videos I was listening to on youtube. I witnessed a compilation of Ozzy Osbourne's life in the video "In My Life." Now, don't get me wrong, there is no comparison to the original beatles' version, but this cover does pull a few heart strings. I think this video envokes emotion because this physcopath is only human and to see him in such a light where this video just plays various highlights of his twisted life is rather inspirational. He just lives. And the more popular he became over time the more he lost and found himself in this wild world. When I look at his life, from what I know of it, with a completely open mind, what a cool story he has. I'm no Sabbath historian or anything but I know what I know. He just lives, experiences and as you look back on his past through 2 minutes of clips you can see that each day could have been his last. God bless you Ozzy Osbourne, LOL.
Why Ozzy? Not sure but that's what sparked my desire.
and of course the link...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ns6wBo0gzk
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Monday, July 6, 2009
allergies
Allergies, my Achilles heel. This is a rather humorous and ironic entry considering my last posting was all about camping and the great outdoors... And now I am going to rant about my insidious disease, or whatever it is, especially since it consumed me my last day of camping.
I started getting allergies around 20 years old. Or at least that's when I put the pieces together that it was not an everlasting head cold. Around the same time is when I also got tested and the doc did the traditional needle test where they prick your skin with about 50 different, but common, allergens. My arm blew up. The doc reported my allergies were "very severe." He recommended I get biweekly shots and every year I claim I will go and get them. It has yet to happen.
Every year I fight this 4 month long allergic reaction to the outside. As spring approaches, I start to get a taste of the inevitable sinus pain that is to come. And each year I try a different defense. Last year's defense was all mental. The game plan was simple--I don't have allergies; they are all in my mind. And I still believe this to an extent. Well I had to believe it if it was gonna work. I think it helped quite a bit actually. The more I believed I did not have allergies the less power they had.
Through my experience I have been able to compose a personal prescription that I will share for any of those people that be struggling. The prescription is so, if I do not get the proper sleep my body, mind is a lot more susceptible to more frequent, greater and longer attacks. I discovered this bad combo when I mixed lack of sleep with pollen. Another method to arresting this sinus crisis is to take allergy medication regularly; not just when I get an attack. I find if I build an immunity to my allergies by taking a pill regularly it is far more effective. And to finish it off, as I mentioned before, I do not have allergies!! They are just a figment of my imagination.
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I started getting allergies around 20 years old. Or at least that's when I put the pieces together that it was not an everlasting head cold. Around the same time is when I also got tested and the doc did the traditional needle test where they prick your skin with about 50 different, but common, allergens. My arm blew up. The doc reported my allergies were "very severe." He recommended I get biweekly shots and every year I claim I will go and get them. It has yet to happen.
Every year I fight this 4 month long allergic reaction to the outside. As spring approaches, I start to get a taste of the inevitable sinus pain that is to come. And each year I try a different defense. Last year's defense was all mental. The game plan was simple--I don't have allergies; they are all in my mind. And I still believe this to an extent. Well I had to believe it if it was gonna work. I think it helped quite a bit actually. The more I believed I did not have allergies the less power they had.
Through my experience I have been able to compose a personal prescription that I will share for any of those people that be struggling. The prescription is so, if I do not get the proper sleep my body, mind is a lot more susceptible to more frequent, greater and longer attacks. I discovered this bad combo when I mixed lack of sleep with pollen. Another method to arresting this sinus crisis is to take allergy medication regularly; not just when I get an attack. I find if I build an immunity to my allergies by taking a pill regularly it is far more effective. And to finish it off, as I mentioned before, I do not have allergies!! They are just a figment of my imagination.
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Friday, July 3, 2009
camping...
I'm in that zone. The going away for the weekend zone. CAMPING. Camping a MUST! At least once a year. I find the older I get, the more I start saying things like, 'We live in such a beautiful country, we have to enjoy it.' Today I believe that to be true. We have so much beyond our little cities. Camping is so cheap and so raw compared to other getaways. Its all about bonding, living with less, appreciating Mother Earth and relying on Mother Earth. Like I said, you don't need to go every weekend but at least once a summer is in my best interest. I count on it. It's grounding. This time around we are going up with a shit load of people and it should just be bananas.
Hence, I am totally in the mood for songs such as these...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G758sG8A1v8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWUbNcIoEXA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyA8zfouG4Y
It's the weekend. Enjoy--that's your job! Your pay happiness!
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Hence, I am totally in the mood for songs such as these...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G758sG8A1v8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWUbNcIoEXA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyA8zfouG4Y
It's the weekend. Enjoy--that's your job! Your pay happiness!
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Thursday, July 2, 2009
no fight + the experiement
I am in such a good place. I feel totally free and alive.
My boxing match was canceled yesterday. I found out when I arrived on site. First I was told my original opponent quit his boxing club this week, so he was scratched. Then they asked a former opponent of mine to come down and he graciously declined. Then I was told they had a fighter coming down for me but he was heavier in weight. So I was told, "Go gain weight." Then that guy didn't show.
It took some time for the adjustment to sink it. At first I was in disbelief, and yet somewhat relieved. But then disappointment and fear settled in but did not stay long. Being ready physically to step in that ring is one thing, but being ready mentally is a whole other sport. I was ready mentally and falling from that mental place, that was hard. But man, do I feel great today! Hands down, everything happens for a reason, but it's up to me to embrace it.
Next on the agenda is an interesting experience that happened to me this morning. When I look at this particular experience and examine the way I am about to, it is somewhat of an interesting experiment with very raw results.
What happened was this. After a few great meetings with a few close friends, I was feeling amazing this morning. Life just felt in place and all together. While I was feeling so blissful I wanted to share that experience with the world. So I blasted out a text message to pretty much everyone one in my phone book. Bosses, old bosses, old friends, new ones, acquaintances, old relationships, girls, guys, etc. It was the same text message to everyone and it read as this...
Woww! You're so aweome!
Where it gets fascninating is the responses I received and continue to receieve! As soon as I sent out the text message to everyone, the reponses came piling in. And it is the responses for which I find this whole ordeal so important. And I am giong to share the reponses, not who said them of course, but still going to list them none the less. These responses are so amazing; so human.
The orginal text:
- Woww! You're so awesome!
Responses:
- lol, why?
- No I am not
- What?
- Why?
- Haha, why do you say that?
- So are you!!!!!! Good day...... Tyler
- Why am I so awesome?
- Thanks bro, I'm just about to venture into the rain downtown
- Life is so awesome
- Who is this?
- LOL why bro?
- Is this ty with the silverado?
- Thank you I think you're amazing
- But so are you
- Thanks bro I feel awesome! Right back at you brother. I feel so connected
- I didn't do anything
- Why am I so awesome?
- Your awesomer!!!
- Why
- Was that msg ment 4 someone else lol
- I try not to B so vain
- Are you being serious or sarcastic
- O well thank you! ur awesome 2!
- Oh Tyler, hi bro thank you for that very encouraging text love ya bro
- Oh lol man I'm having a terrible day. Thanks you cheered me up. Pretty much made my day.
- You are baby baby
- Meaning? Awesome why?
- Solid
- Thanks man. Good to know
- Ha ha naw
- Why?
- You're awesome!!! I love you!!
- What that lmao
- Me!!! I think you're the awesome one.
- Why
- Why's that and how did the fight go
- You in the city soon?
- Ty and u are awesome too!
WOW! Need I say more? The only reason I am sharing this info, because it is rather near and dear to me, is because I just find it so raw and mixed and honest.
Let me know your thoughts on this....
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My boxing match was canceled yesterday. I found out when I arrived on site. First I was told my original opponent quit his boxing club this week, so he was scratched. Then they asked a former opponent of mine to come down and he graciously declined. Then I was told they had a fighter coming down for me but he was heavier in weight. So I was told, "Go gain weight." Then that guy didn't show.
It took some time for the adjustment to sink it. At first I was in disbelief, and yet somewhat relieved. But then disappointment and fear settled in but did not stay long. Being ready physically to step in that ring is one thing, but being ready mentally is a whole other sport. I was ready mentally and falling from that mental place, that was hard. But man, do I feel great today! Hands down, everything happens for a reason, but it's up to me to embrace it.
Next on the agenda is an interesting experience that happened to me this morning. When I look at this particular experience and examine the way I am about to, it is somewhat of an interesting experiment with very raw results.
What happened was this. After a few great meetings with a few close friends, I was feeling amazing this morning. Life just felt in place and all together. While I was feeling so blissful I wanted to share that experience with the world. So I blasted out a text message to pretty much everyone one in my phone book. Bosses, old bosses, old friends, new ones, acquaintances, old relationships, girls, guys, etc. It was the same text message to everyone and it read as this...
Woww! You're so aweome!
Where it gets fascninating is the responses I received and continue to receieve! As soon as I sent out the text message to everyone, the reponses came piling in. And it is the responses for which I find this whole ordeal so important. And I am giong to share the reponses, not who said them of course, but still going to list them none the less. These responses are so amazing; so human.
The orginal text:
- Woww! You're so awesome!
Responses:
- lol, why?
- No I am not
- What?
- Why?
- Haha, why do you say that?
- So are you!!!!!! Good day...... Tyler
- Why am I so awesome?
- Thanks bro, I'm just about to venture into the rain downtown
- Life is so awesome
- Who is this?
- LOL why bro?
- Is this ty with the silverado?
- Thank you I think you're amazing
- But so are you
- Thanks bro I feel awesome! Right back at you brother. I feel so connected
- I didn't do anything
- Why am I so awesome?
- Your awesomer!!!
- Why
- Was that msg ment 4 someone else lol
- I try not to B so vain
- Are you being serious or sarcastic
- O well thank you! ur awesome 2!
- Oh Tyler, hi bro thank you for that very encouraging text love ya bro
- Oh lol man I'm having a terrible day. Thanks you cheered me up. Pretty much made my day.
- You are baby baby
- Meaning? Awesome why?
- Solid
- Thanks man. Good to know
- Ha ha naw
- Why?
- You're awesome!!! I love you!!
- What that lmao
- Me!!! I think you're the awesome one.
- Why
- Why's that and how did the fight go
- You in the city soon?
- Ty and u are awesome too!
WOW! Need I say more? The only reason I am sharing this info, because it is rather near and dear to me, is because I just find it so raw and mixed and honest.
Let me know your thoughts on this....
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
the day before
My anxiety is nothing compared to last fight; however, the day before is still the day before. You know how after fights when the winner always thanks God, I can totally see why! Let's just say I am doing a lot of praying today. I do a lot of mirror work too. All mental, spiritual prep. Physically I'm there; now I have to prepare everything else. Writing helps...
My weight is dead on which is a huge relief. Last fight I over cut my weight and I think that did not help me, so this time I am coming in right at 155lbs. It's is a huge learning experience figuring out my body weight. Being able to come in at a certain weight. Learning when I can and can't eat. What I can and can't eat. Learning about the way my body reacts, and not only that, being about to master it, is huge.
It's rather exciting to think about what I will be writing about in my next blog.
Wait, I know.
5-0
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My weight is dead on which is a huge relief. Last fight I over cut my weight and I think that did not help me, so this time I am coming in right at 155lbs. It's is a huge learning experience figuring out my body weight. Being able to come in at a certain weight. Learning when I can and can't eat. What I can and can't eat. Learning about the way my body reacts, and not only that, being about to master it, is huge.
It's rather exciting to think about what I will be writing about in my next blog.
Wait, I know.
5-0
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Monday, June 29, 2009
some things i want to share...
Concerned and curious as to what I was going to write today, I thought, 'just share what's good!' I'm in the mood to share some of my ideas, experience and music from this weekend.
Just got greatly inspired by this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlaqgcGfS0I
Great song to write to.
Now, a question for you... Just for today, what song can you play and as soon as it finishes, you hit replay?? Because this is mine. Don't you just love other people's music, new music especially? When it comes to finding new music; finding that new favourite track, it puts me in another dimension. Next Level! For real. I have a feeling I will use this blog to share my music tastes a lot. As for you, please do the same. Add it to the comments or something; post the YouTube links or whatever.
I had a refreshingly busy but not overwhelming weekend. Friday was spent at the crazy Casino Rama for the Molitor fight. This eventful night was broken into two parts. The first aspect I will exploit were the actual fights--not bad at best. The good news is Steve "the Canadian Kid" Molitor is back and took the split decision over Mexico's Ruiz. It would have been nice for Molitor to fight someone lower in the ranks simply for his confidence. Because what I saw was a comeback fight where Steve was just getting used to the ring again and testing whether he could still take a punch.
Now the second aspect of the night was the fact that I was at Casino Rama with my family. Without going into excessive details about Rama, let me just say, 'What a place!' Especially when there is an event such as this. It's rather big time. Before your time runs out, you gotta hit Rama, eat at the one and only St. Germain's--it's decadent, catch a show, pretend you're a big shot and do some gambling (or not) and then crash in one of Rama's sexy rooms. It's Next Level.
Saturday night was spent with the boys in Whitby at a fly rockshow at Johnny Bs. Mr. Staff lead his militia, ONLY WAY BACK, through a heavy, delicious set as always. A sick tribute to M. Jackson too, I must add. This team is definitely worth checking out.
http://www.myspace.com/onlywayback
Woke up early Sunday for my ritual run with Kevin C. Followed by episodes of 30Rock and naps.
Keep Changing.
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Just got greatly inspired by this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlaqgcGfS0I
Great song to write to.
Now, a question for you... Just for today, what song can you play and as soon as it finishes, you hit replay?? Because this is mine. Don't you just love other people's music, new music especially? When it comes to finding new music; finding that new favourite track, it puts me in another dimension. Next Level! For real. I have a feeling I will use this blog to share my music tastes a lot. As for you, please do the same. Add it to the comments or something; post the YouTube links or whatever.
I had a refreshingly busy but not overwhelming weekend. Friday was spent at the crazy Casino Rama for the Molitor fight. This eventful night was broken into two parts. The first aspect I will exploit were the actual fights--not bad at best. The good news is Steve "the Canadian Kid" Molitor is back and took the split decision over Mexico's Ruiz. It would have been nice for Molitor to fight someone lower in the ranks simply for his confidence. Because what I saw was a comeback fight where Steve was just getting used to the ring again and testing whether he could still take a punch.
Now the second aspect of the night was the fact that I was at Casino Rama with my family. Without going into excessive details about Rama, let me just say, 'What a place!' Especially when there is an event such as this. It's rather big time. Before your time runs out, you gotta hit Rama, eat at the one and only St. Germain's--it's decadent, catch a show, pretend you're a big shot and do some gambling (or not) and then crash in one of Rama's sexy rooms. It's Next Level.
Saturday night was spent with the boys in Whitby at a fly rockshow at Johnny Bs. Mr. Staff lead his militia, ONLY WAY BACK, through a heavy, delicious set as always. A sick tribute to M. Jackson too, I must add. This team is definitely worth checking out.
http://www.myspace.com/onlywayback
Woke up early Sunday for my ritual run with Kevin C. Followed by episodes of 30Rock and naps.
Keep Changing.
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Friday, June 26, 2009
taming the dreams
I've had periods in my life where I have used a journal on a daily basis and for prolonged periods of time. I had a religious routine when I was living in China. I was able to store all my memoirs over the course of my adventure. It was therapeutic and I need those memories. It's a lot more enticing keeping a journal when you have something you want to write about. Throughout this last year I've been totally distant from writing. I have found a spark with this blogging business. I find this blog is an open journal...
My boxing thoughts before a fight are so powerful. Especially since it is all so new. The last few fights seem to be more intimidating then my first couple fights. I remember saying on a few different accounts that going into the boxing ring has to be one of the most nerve racking experiences of my life. It is such a weird energy. It is not so much the day of my bout that is overwhelming, it's really the week before that is so intense.
I want to explain the POWER of my thoughts, when I have a long day and I finally get to my bed, my body is toast, my lights are off, it is then that my head enters the ring. I find this quite fascinating because I'm physically lying down, yet in my mind I am opening the ropes and stepping onto the canvas. I look at my future opponent, whom I have no idea what he looks like, and I get ready to rumble. I shake of the nerves and I get in my corner.
Meanwhile, back in my bed, my heart is pumping harder, faster, stronger.
Then back to the ring. We touch gloves; exchange blows; move and stick; look out into the crowd and exchange more.
Back in bed. I am now sweating and have the same heart rhythm as I do when I do sprints out in the soccer field . My thoughts are now in complete control.
This can go on for hours and it often does...
It is so amazing to experience this. The fact that I am lying in bed but my body thinks I am actually in the boxing ring just because of my thoughts. I physically sweat in my bed because of my thoughts. My heart races because of my thoughts. I can't sleep because of my thoughts. That is a lot of power.
But last night I was able to shelf it... for the first time. My mind was boxing and then I just had the ability to do some prayers and I was able to put it aside long enough to crash. In the past this was impossible.
It's freeing knowing there is something more powerful than my thoughts.
PS its totally crazy the way I feel about Micheal J's death. You know that saying "God will only give you what you can handle." I believe it was his time. He was called home...
My boxing thoughts before a fight are so powerful. Especially since it is all so new. The last few fights seem to be more intimidating then my first couple fights. I remember saying on a few different accounts that going into the boxing ring has to be one of the most nerve racking experiences of my life. It is such a weird energy. It is not so much the day of my bout that is overwhelming, it's really the week before that is so intense.
I want to explain the POWER of my thoughts, when I have a long day and I finally get to my bed, my body is toast, my lights are off, it is then that my head enters the ring. I find this quite fascinating because I'm physically lying down, yet in my mind I am opening the ropes and stepping onto the canvas. I look at my future opponent, whom I have no idea what he looks like, and I get ready to rumble. I shake of the nerves and I get in my corner.
Meanwhile, back in my bed, my heart is pumping harder, faster, stronger.
Then back to the ring. We touch gloves; exchange blows; move and stick; look out into the crowd and exchange more.
Back in bed. I am now sweating and have the same heart rhythm as I do when I do sprints out in the soccer field . My thoughts are now in complete control.
This can go on for hours and it often does...
It is so amazing to experience this. The fact that I am lying in bed but my body thinks I am actually in the boxing ring just because of my thoughts. I physically sweat in my bed because of my thoughts. My heart races because of my thoughts. I can't sleep because of my thoughts. That is a lot of power.
But last night I was able to shelf it... for the first time. My mind was boxing and then I just had the ability to do some prayers and I was able to put it aside long enough to crash. In the past this was impossible.
It's freeing knowing there is something more powerful than my thoughts.
PS its totally crazy the way I feel about Micheal J's death. You know that saying "God will only give you what you can handle." I believe it was his time. He was called home...
Thursday, June 25, 2009
breakfast with frankie
Just got in from meeting Frankie "the Thrill" Rill for breakfast. It has been a tradition we have been keeping for the last little while. This meeting would have been sooner but he kept forgetting about it and sleeping in. Frankie and I both box out of Motor City Boxing Club. He has been one of my biggest teachers in the ring this far. The latest story is that he is off to the Canadian Navy on July 13.
Some of the repercussions of fighting Frankie are involuntary drooling and a dislocated jaw... LOL. It is funny cause it is true. People ask me what I think about boxing and I often tell them, "I drool a lot." And I am totally serious. So whether that is funny is up to you!
Today I am still all about prepping for my fight. Feel great. Last night's work out was to much. I feel I over trained last night. The last three days I sparred which is to much to begin with. Plus yesterday I went for a 40 minute run with the Pops. So by the time I started training in our little sweatshop, I was done. Today will either consist of rest or a nice jog. I have been training everyday for the last two weeks. I am totally ready for my fight on Canada Day. 'I'm in the best shape of my life.'
Side note:
I am liking this blogging thing already. It is easy for me to put my thoughts into words especially on here. And, as of right now, there are not a whole lot of readers, which is good considering I would classify my thoughts as raw, honest and strange.
That's all I got for now.
Some of the repercussions of fighting Frankie are involuntary drooling and a dislocated jaw... LOL. It is funny cause it is true. People ask me what I think about boxing and I often tell them, "I drool a lot." And I am totally serious. So whether that is funny is up to you!
Today I am still all about prepping for my fight. Feel great. Last night's work out was to much. I feel I over trained last night. The last three days I sparred which is to much to begin with. Plus yesterday I went for a 40 minute run with the Pops. So by the time I started training in our little sweatshop, I was done. Today will either consist of rest or a nice jog. I have been training everyday for the last two weeks. I am totally ready for my fight on Canada Day. 'I'm in the best shape of my life.'
Side note:
I am liking this blogging thing already. It is easy for me to put my thoughts into words especially on here. And, as of right now, there are not a whole lot of readers, which is good considering I would classify my thoughts as raw, honest and strange.
That's all I got for now.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
a week before the fight
I was asked to start blogging by my boss. And this is my first attempt at it. I have done mass emails in the past of my thoughts and life situations but it has never officially been "Blogging".
The focus of this entree is my fight coming up at Toronto's Chin Picnic. It's rather nerve racking. So I am hoping this post will help alleviate some of my tension and open your eyes to what it is like to be so close to an upcoming boxing match. My thoughts keep me up at night. When I lie down my body is in the bed but my mind is in the ring. The thoughts are so powerful that I can even get so worked up that I start sweating...
I am in the best shape of my life. I gotta feel that. I have to be able to say "I am in the best shape of my life." If I can't say that, I can't be getting into the ring. I am a late bloomer when it comes to the sport. 26 this year classifies me as old. Yet, my record says I am able to throw them around with the best of them--4-0. This upcoming fight I am matched up with a 19 year old with 6 bouts. Not sure of his record. I usually give them the benefit of the doubt though. In fact, I always assume my opponent is ready to rumble and has been training hard. I do this out of respect and I also don't want to walk in the ring to confident. So I am assume he is 6-0 no matter what.
This Chin Picnic is going to have thousands of people and a bikini contest. It's gonna be bananas!
I am ready to rumble.
I have never felt the love for a sport as I do for boxing. Boxing has changed my life when it comes to sports and being an athlete. I've always played sports and been decent, but i lacked the passion. I found the passion with boxing.
More to be revealed...
Tyler Tilley
'The Body Bagger'
The focus of this entree is my fight coming up at Toronto's Chin Picnic. It's rather nerve racking. So I am hoping this post will help alleviate some of my tension and open your eyes to what it is like to be so close to an upcoming boxing match. My thoughts keep me up at night. When I lie down my body is in the bed but my mind is in the ring. The thoughts are so powerful that I can even get so worked up that I start sweating...
I am in the best shape of my life. I gotta feel that. I have to be able to say "I am in the best shape of my life." If I can't say that, I can't be getting into the ring. I am a late bloomer when it comes to the sport. 26 this year classifies me as old. Yet, my record says I am able to throw them around with the best of them--4-0. This upcoming fight I am matched up with a 19 year old with 6 bouts. Not sure of his record. I usually give them the benefit of the doubt though. In fact, I always assume my opponent is ready to rumble and has been training hard. I do this out of respect and I also don't want to walk in the ring to confident. So I am assume he is 6-0 no matter what.
This Chin Picnic is going to have thousands of people and a bikini contest. It's gonna be bananas!
I am ready to rumble.
I have never felt the love for a sport as I do for boxing. Boxing has changed my life when it comes to sports and being an athlete. I've always played sports and been decent, but i lacked the passion. I found the passion with boxing.
More to be revealed...
Tyler Tilley
'The Body Bagger'
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