Milwaukee

I miss it.

Will unload emotion at later date.

Moderate

It started off as a good Monday and, in addition, a swell day back to work. My cousin and his family were up-and-out of the house before I could even blink an eye this morning. I wish that blinking was all my eyes are capable of doing Monday mornings, for as the heat index and humidity levels continued to climb, my energy levels succumbed to weakness. Mmm, napping, it is the greater sigh of relief to the umbrella term we call Monday.

I haven't brought myself to think of anything extravagant while at work. It would seem impractical not to with all the time in Ford Ranger isolation. That time spent however, I know the secrets of the city...upon opening manhole covers, beside from the god-awful stench (WHAT ARE YOU EATING!!!) I have found some real treasures deep within the sewer networks. For instance, the other day I found a toy guitar...now what would a toy guitar be doing in the sewer, okay okay it was a storm sewer, but I had wished it was the sanitary main. That would give a little more excitement than revealing dozens of cockroaches scattering in fear of being painted green and becoming pawns in a miniature "day at the races." I never knew how fast they could scurry! Almost quicker-to-the-draw than me at the sight of 'em. While writing this, I can't help but thinking, is this REALLY what I have to say after 4-years of school and nearly 3 months of summer work. Have I not anything more to say about life and experience? Well, the answer is N-O! I'm 22, do you think I have an answer to anything. The closest I have come to realizing my future is on the inside of a fortune cookie I opened on Saturday "A new home is in your future," poorly translated, and I am okay with that, today.

Club Garibaldi

This is my most recent project. An upcoming show in Milwaukee, WI featuring Ska heavyweights Reaching Scarlet and good friends of mine and a Madison-based Ska/Reggae phenomenon The Socialites.

Stop and Smell the Weather

After a long week of weird weather patterns it is the weekend, and nothing beats a beatiful 70 degree Saturday to kick-start a new month. It is August first and for the first time, no pun intended, in a while I have decided that life is too precious to sit about worrying of miniscule things like finding my dream job immediately; right this second. Not that it wouldn't make my millenium per se to land an awesome internship or job which would make all this 10x better (question mark), but I shouldn't let it affect my day out 'n' aboot.

My cousin, his wife and their 3 kids are visiting us from NYC on their way out west for a camping extravaganza so there is a little scent of overwhelming lingering in the air. They are out for the day, managing mischief. My brother asked me if I wanted to bike around Lake Monona (one of 2 lakes isthmus'ing Madison's downtown and one of many lakes surrounding the area). It takes about 45 minutes to an hour to bike around and you get to experience bits and pieces of Madison's many communities. From residential Monona to crowded Downtown Madison, one gets a sense of how large of a city Madison really is (and it is still growing).

I don't know what is in store for the rest of the weekend but planning creates chaos and that's not how I roll.