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this morning i while sitting in a starbucks around the corner from my home, i found the peace that had made its way to me late last night and cemented
as i read and ate my breakfast of cheap ramen noodles on the porch feeling the crisp cold morning air and watching my breath form, was suddenly interupted. i had
looked up from my studies of Confuscius after the taunt of clear morning light in the corner of my eyes was too much and gazed out the window, past the concrete parking
lot and at the view of Ralphs' sign and false brick facade. Its moments like this that make me yearn for the cool, misty comfort of my favourite coffee shop with its soft,
unchanging view of the ocean, fog, and rock. All my worries at ease with the gently sounds of plates and silverware making contact, the buzz of conversation, and the
blues music that is softly playing in the background. But what I really love is the shrieking call of the gulls and the crashing of turf making their way past the cliffs, cars and
cafe noise, through thick walls and the thin separation of glass. Im yearing for that taste of good, flavorful coffee, so different then the corporate charcoal I am forced to drink
here. But its either drink the burnt roast, or pay exorbitant prices for mediocre coffee. The difference isnt enough to inspire me into action. I wonder what the weather is like
up there today. Rainy? Foggy? Overcast? Clear, crisp, cold? The greatest thing is it doesnt matter. Here is takes a spectacular morning, or a comfortable rainy day to make
the days sweet. Up there is could be warm enough to swim and it wouldnt need improvement. I think of those five acres my parents have. Quiet. Beautiful. Enshrouded my
trees, mist and moss. Their new house, clean, empty, unfinnished, unpainted. Its easy to imagine them up there. My dad making a point of getting up early, feeding the howling
cats and enjoying a very large pot of coffe on the porch. Just sitting, and listening. His love for Mendocino is unequalled. I have never known a person to love a place with such
an entirety. With each passing day, I can feel his restlessness, made excitable and contagious by the nearness of his desire and dream. Orangevale is almost pretty this time of
year. The crisp morning light give the ugly, characterless structures life. I am enjoying all of this untill i rembember the the unrelenting heat of the summer. Last nights storm clouds
are breaking. They broke the oppresive blue sky and stark landscape. Peace is such a rarity. Especially these days. That void is filled with loud voices on the radio, inane, unrelenting
inane mind dribble on the tv, and the mechanized music of the video games. I feel lonely, turn on the tv. Im bored, lets play the latest video game. I feel as thought somebody in beating
he inside of my skull with a hammer. Its ok, take 3 aspirin and a shot of vodka. Then turn the tv up, I cant hear it over the noise of the video games and my sons insidious rap music. The
media bogs down our minds and our hearts with images of unnattanable beauty and lifestyles. Images the vast majority of us will never have, and dont realize that none of it is worthwhile.
For what its worth, my poor unformed daughter, I spared you from it. So far. I will not have a child without at least being armed with some of the skills needed to teach them to avoid that path.
To value quality of life over how many shoes you own and whether or not that car you are driving is the largest SUV available, never mind the closest thing to a wild terrain and mountains is
a small grass filled park and a 10 story building.
as i read and ate my breakfast of cheap ramen noodles on the porch feeling the crisp cold morning air and watching my breath form, was suddenly interupted. i had
looked up from my studies of Confuscius after the taunt of clear morning light in the corner of my eyes was too much and gazed out the window, past the concrete parking
lot and at the view of Ralphs' sign and false brick facade. Its moments like this that make me yearn for the cool, misty comfort of my favourite coffee shop with its soft,
unchanging view of the ocean, fog, and rock. All my worries at ease with the gently sounds of plates and silverware making contact, the buzz of conversation, and the
blues music that is softly playing in the background. But what I really love is the shrieking call of the gulls and the crashing of turf making their way past the cliffs, cars and
cafe noise, through thick walls and the thin separation of glass. Im yearing for that taste of good, flavorful coffee, so different then the corporate charcoal I am forced to drink
here. But its either drink the burnt roast, or pay exorbitant prices for mediocre coffee. The difference isnt enough to inspire me into action. I wonder what the weather is like
up there today. Rainy? Foggy? Overcast? Clear, crisp, cold? The greatest thing is it doesnt matter. Here is takes a spectacular morning, or a comfortable rainy day to make
the days sweet. Up there is could be warm enough to swim and it wouldnt need improvement. I think of those five acres my parents have. Quiet. Beautiful. Enshrouded my
trees, mist and moss. Their new house, clean, empty, unfinnished, unpainted. Its easy to imagine them up there. My dad making a point of getting up early, feeding the howling
cats and enjoying a very large pot of coffe on the porch. Just sitting, and listening. His love for Mendocino is unequalled. I have never known a person to love a place with such
an entirety. With each passing day, I can feel his restlessness, made excitable and contagious by the nearness of his desire and dream. Orangevale is almost pretty this time of
year. The crisp morning light give the ugly, characterless structures life. I am enjoying all of this untill i rembember the the unrelenting heat of the summer. Last nights storm clouds
are breaking. They broke the oppresive blue sky and stark landscape. Peace is such a rarity. Especially these days. That void is filled with loud voices on the radio, inane, unrelenting
inane mind dribble on the tv, and the mechanized music of the video games. I feel lonely, turn on the tv. Im bored, lets play the latest video game. I feel as thought somebody in beating
he inside of my skull with a hammer. Its ok, take 3 aspirin and a shot of vodka. Then turn the tv up, I cant hear it over the noise of the video games and my sons insidious rap music. The
media bogs down our minds and our hearts with images of unnattanable beauty and lifestyles. Images the vast majority of us will never have, and dont realize that none of it is worthwhile.
For what its worth, my poor unformed daughter, I spared you from it. So far. I will not have a child without at least being armed with some of the skills needed to teach them to avoid that path.
To value quality of life over how many shoes you own and whether or not that car you are driving is the largest SUV available, never mind the closest thing to a wild terrain and mountains is
a small grass filled park and a 10 story building.