October 23, 2004
the first day of the rest of my life
well people, this is it. In 16 hours I'll be boarding a plane at JFK International Airport and heading to the other side of the world. I'm anxious, nervous, excited and just generally out of my normal state of mind.
I'll be gone for two weeks. I promise to take pictures like crazy. Post pictures here like crazy and do my best to fill the internet in on my first trip off the North American Continent, my trip to the Baha'i Holy Land, and my overnight in Zurich.
Wheeee. : )
October 21, 2004
reverse the curse
Dear Patron Saint of October Baseball:
To begin with, thanks!!! If it's not Houston's time, thats cool, it was definetly Boston's time. Now onto this elusive post season curse. The deal is that the Red Sox are cursed to never win a World Series. Why? It's been 96 years now, and I do believe the great people of Red Sox nation have suffered long enough. What's this curse about anyway? Poor judgement? Well I think we can all agree this year in Red Sox history has been far from poor judgement (lets not think about the who's your daddy comment ok?). While I'm away, unable to watch this years World Series, please, I beg of you, reverse the curse!
Thanks and warmest regards from the Northeast,
The Aberator.
October 19, 2004
who's your daddy now?
Dear Patron Saint of October Baseball (whatever your name is):
Whew! These LCS's sure have been something to watch! I'm a believer, as you well know, and the past two days sure have brought a smile to my baseball lovin heart.
As a small personal request before I leave the country in four days - could we go ahead and arrange the 'greatest comeback in sports history'? Sure doesn't look like Boston wants to give up anytime soon from where I sit, so if you would - just give the green light for games six and seven, ok? America - in it's current political unrest - sure could use a dose of heart and soul, don't you think? As for the NLCS - we both know Houston deserves the glory there. However, I'll leave that one in your more than capable hands.
Thank you, and I continue to watch in enjoyment and anticipation.
Yours Truly,
Abs
October 16, 2004
the day VACO saved
New music makes me happy. Without fail a new cd will brighten any day. Sometimes a cd goes above and beyond that calling and truly speaks to your core. It doesn't so much put a smile on your face as it blows a gentle warm breeze into your soul. Sure you're smiling, but it's this slight upturn, coming from the very bottom of your inner depths up to the top, as if to say - this music makes me whole.
I'll be seeing the band Virginia Coalition open for O.A.R. next month. VACO, as they are known, has guested with O.A.R. many times (also known as a permatour but that explanation enters levels of nerdiness we need not go to), and so I already knew they were cooler than falling leaves at sunset. Now that I finally own more than the random, snagged mp3 of theirs, I also know that they can write crazy good lyrics - and that Andy kid has a voice that speaks volumes across a single chord.
Track # 7, in particular, rules not just because of it's quick drives and countable beats like the story it uses simple verse to express - but because it is titled "Abby Are You Endless".
For the record - Um, yes and no.
And In sum - Thank God for VACO.
October 11, 2004
Fall (ing down)
As much as I've lauded Springtime as the most wonderful time of year - I must admit the splendor that is Autumn. The bottom line is this - change - whether it brings on decay and hibernation (i.e. winter) or renewal and growth (i.e. spring) is beautiful. Period. Beauty is beauty. Beauty is often where you least expect it, and even more so where you most resist it's qualities - it will inevitably be ever-present.
From one test or another - life has been very real lately. And it only seems to be beckoning deeper levels thereof. The major trouble there is letting go of the anxieties that will keep you from being real with the vast amounts of life given unto you at the present. Anxieties, as I've recently rediscovered, can do so much more than block your passage - they cloud everything and cyphon off your oxygen levels until nothing makes sense at all. I know this is no way to live - anxiety to anxiety when a life journey of much larger crisis and victory awaits. I know this, and yet I know even more expressly how painstaking the threshold of difference is.
I've been very blessed thus far. And as far into my clouded future as I can see I continue to be blessed even more than I could imagine. When and how detachment and acceptance works its way into my daily consious - one just can't be sure - but even that is beautiful.
October 04, 2004
Fo Drizzle baby
Saturday concluded a ten day straight stint at work, and we sure have been busy over there at casa de Turf House. Everything from distressed air passengers to Jesus lovers fresh from being 'saved' to Homicide detectives from around the globe, and all the usual suspects inbetween. Yesterday on my first day off in seemingly forever, I was reminded of the fact that if you are chairing the event, you don't get to take pictures. (booo)
Today is my Grandpa's birthday, and yes you guessed it - he's cooler than your Grandpa.
Now to the heart of whats really on my mind every waking second: In 19 days I leave for Haifa, Israel. HAIFA! (enter shriek of excitment and nervousness here). My parents and I are going for Baha'i Pilgrimage. I've never been off the North American continent, and I'll be boarding a plane to Zurich then to TelAviv in 19 days. whoa.
Tomorrow I have an appointment with my new primary physician. The appointment is really the result of insurance snafu's, but either way - I'm thinking I need to use this to ask all kinds of questions I havent in a long time. Here's hopin this guy isn't scary so I can actually ask questions and feel comforted by a doctor for once in ever. I also have the second follow up with the surgeon tomorrow, lets hope that also includes comfort to my mind of some sort.
