Time seems to blur and fly by when you close your eyes, tis almost the end of the summer and i havnt written much since april.
Mental changes going on for the better. finished college, life ahead of me and funnily enough it feels brilliant, its like college was great but the best is yet to come. Ideas and opportunities flow endlessly from my head onto paper and screen,
Thoughts of how to change, influence and invent jobs flow like a river, now its a matter of putting these ideas into practice.
I have truely chilled out this whole summer whilst still getting tons done. Now all i need is a job to pop into my lap.
I now have the job of writing some more stories from travels down so as i can preserve their memory.
The music end of things is moving too, workin at Electric picnic and potentially Moondance festival so now for next year I intend capitalising and getting more into organinising and create ajob of some kind for myself.
Life is ticking along at an almighty pace but in the most exciting and pleasurable way possible.
Bring on the picnic! Live long and prosper.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
The Good type of Doom!!
Been listening to Sludgey,Doom groovey tunes all evening, stoner doom.. christ its got some good vibes to it... just sucks you in and before long your bobbing away!!!
Mystic Krewe of Clearlight
Spirit Caravan
The Hidden Hand
Dalis Llama
Blue Cheer
Goatsnake
Sleep
Acid King
Witch
Savage bands which really have some serious licks, If only they would play Ireland?
Music is a serious language of emotion i think. It just can reposition your mood to a better one or just allow you to melt into a song or just chill.
That what I love about it, its escapism without the escape.
I turned my back on music to go to pubs now its time to get back to it and immerse my soul in it!!
Medicate the Nation!
Mystic Krewe of Clearlight
Spirit Caravan
The Hidden Hand
Dalis Llama
Blue Cheer
Goatsnake
Sleep
Acid King
Witch
Savage bands which really have some serious licks, If only they would play Ireland?
Music is a serious language of emotion i think. It just can reposition your mood to a better one or just allow you to melt into a song or just chill.
That what I love about it, its escapism without the escape.
I turned my back on music to go to pubs now its time to get back to it and immerse my soul in it!!
Medicate the Nation!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
New York Adventures 2004 Part 1
I went on a J1 Visa to New York in 2004, it was one of the most enjoyable trips I have taken on my own. I learned an unmeasurable amount about life, work (hard work), people, race, american culture and indeed myself.
I got a job working as a labourer with my uncle in law, the construction sector in New York city is a massive employer in the grand scheme of things, it employs a lot of Irish and Mexicans which you would never know of.
My first day on the job was seriously hot, it was on amsterdam avenue in the basement of Columbia University, the job involved carrying rubble in buckets from the basement to a skip 2 floors up. Lovely sweat inducing work alright.
But the wages were fantastic $20 an hour so I shall not complain. New York City proved to be a very attractive place to me as a young (19) Irish wide eyed lad, I couldnt believe the immensity of so many people in such a small area. My first trip into the city, I was scared due to all the hype about the subway being so dangerous but I had no problems. I was staying in the Bronx in the Irish Area where Katonah avenue and Mclean avenue are. I got a bus to Woodlawn subway station and caught a 4 train to the city. I asked a man on the subway how long the journey took and it turned out the man was from Contae Cabhan and used to know my Great Uncle there. He ran a pirate Trad station in New York for 20 odd years.. very nice man.
I got off at Grand Central Terminal and walked and walked before I knew it, I was in China Town and it was 9Pm. 6 miles or so I walked that day taking in Central park, 5th av with sachs, Loui vuitton and many other spots.
I was thinking I should head back to woodlawn when I realised I had lost my wallet, you don't know the shit hemorrhage I had after realising I had no money to get back to the Bronx. Thankfully I had some dollars in my shorts, see thats what happened, the shorts pockets were crap and it just slipped out.
I was at Mulberry street subway station but it was shut so I walked to the next one in Chinatown and silly me bought a ticket the wrong way, I appealed to the good nature of the ticket seller claiming stupidity and I think it was the mixture of fear and Bambi eyes I gave here she let me through the correct gate to the awaiting 4 to Woodlawn.
When I got back to Woodlawn station, I heard my name been called and turned to see my aunt standing there. A cop had found my wallet and rang the number (my aunts) I had left in my wallet in case this kind of thing happened. She thought I had been mugged as I had no phone to call or text her.
My first day in New York City was a serious adventure, I got my wallet back with the cards then next day.
Do not wear shorts with crappy pockets for holding your wallet. A phew moment.
I got a job working as a labourer with my uncle in law, the construction sector in New York city is a massive employer in the grand scheme of things, it employs a lot of Irish and Mexicans which you would never know of.
My first day on the job was seriously hot, it was on amsterdam avenue in the basement of Columbia University, the job involved carrying rubble in buckets from the basement to a skip 2 floors up. Lovely sweat inducing work alright.
But the wages were fantastic $20 an hour so I shall not complain. New York City proved to be a very attractive place to me as a young (19) Irish wide eyed lad, I couldnt believe the immensity of so many people in such a small area. My first trip into the city, I was scared due to all the hype about the subway being so dangerous but I had no problems. I was staying in the Bronx in the Irish Area where Katonah avenue and Mclean avenue are. I got a bus to Woodlawn subway station and caught a 4 train to the city. I asked a man on the subway how long the journey took and it turned out the man was from Contae Cabhan and used to know my Great Uncle there. He ran a pirate Trad station in New York for 20 odd years.. very nice man.
I got off at Grand Central Terminal and walked and walked before I knew it, I was in China Town and it was 9Pm. 6 miles or so I walked that day taking in Central park, 5th av with sachs, Loui vuitton and many other spots.
I was thinking I should head back to woodlawn when I realised I had lost my wallet, you don't know the shit hemorrhage I had after realising I had no money to get back to the Bronx. Thankfully I had some dollars in my shorts, see thats what happened, the shorts pockets were crap and it just slipped out.
I was at Mulberry street subway station but it was shut so I walked to the next one in Chinatown and silly me bought a ticket the wrong way, I appealed to the good nature of the ticket seller claiming stupidity and I think it was the mixture of fear and Bambi eyes I gave here she let me through the correct gate to the awaiting 4 to Woodlawn.
When I got back to Woodlawn station, I heard my name been called and turned to see my aunt standing there. A cop had found my wallet and rang the number (my aunts) I had left in my wallet in case this kind of thing happened. She thought I had been mugged as I had no phone to call or text her.
My first day in New York City was a serious adventure, I got my wallet back with the cards then next day.
Do not wear shorts with crappy pockets for holding your wallet. A phew moment.
Conversational Thoughts through Time
Ive decided not be so composed about my words as i used to be, writing should flow from the heart but i suppose sometimes need structure but not always.
I am in a very new place, only one more project to do in college then I am straight into my dissertation on River Management. Time is ticking by to my last days in DIT and it is sad but also pretty cool at the same time. I have realised that I love solitude, been on my own gives me time and energy to focus on my thoughts, ideas and what I need or want to do. BUT I also love hives of activity, helping people in volunteering circles. Its what drives me to be passionate about life.
I hear many people saying they live for the weekend, I dont get this, I live for EVERY day as each brings something strange and unique that makes you frown, smile or cringe.
Life is definitely moving along at a fair pace for me. I have just spent a bit of time typing ideas for the DIT Green Week this year when I should have been doing a Risk Management case study. Its strange what and how we spend our time doing.
I was on a lunch date today with a girl I met a week ago, went ok, but that spark wasnt there, that moment you can chill and just talk about whatever. The conversation went ways and directions I couldnt turn back from, many holes were dug, but I dont feel so bad about it because I have realised that some people are compatible for short periods of time and others for life time.
I 'looking for anything, just to meet some really interesting people and talk, the topic of conversation has been lost in this dying Celtic Tiger economy. Somewhere between double vodka and redbull and hammered. The need for people to get blotto incenses me as it induces a very different type of person to come leaping forth from a person. The same is true of me, I do not like the very drunk me as I forget names and the detail. The 'detail' is the best part about conversations, the moments a spark can be lit between friends or lovers to make a conversation truely satisfying and enjoyable.
I am not using this blog to complain too many people do that already. From now on I choose Life, I choose to go to places I can talk, have the craic. Loud places are now beyond me except for gigs.
I am in a very new place, only one more project to do in college then I am straight into my dissertation on River Management. Time is ticking by to my last days in DIT and it is sad but also pretty cool at the same time. I have realised that I love solitude, been on my own gives me time and energy to focus on my thoughts, ideas and what I need or want to do. BUT I also love hives of activity, helping people in volunteering circles. Its what drives me to be passionate about life.
I hear many people saying they live for the weekend, I dont get this, I live for EVERY day as each brings something strange and unique that makes you frown, smile or cringe.
Life is definitely moving along at a fair pace for me. I have just spent a bit of time typing ideas for the DIT Green Week this year when I should have been doing a Risk Management case study. Its strange what and how we spend our time doing.
I was on a lunch date today with a girl I met a week ago, went ok, but that spark wasnt there, that moment you can chill and just talk about whatever. The conversation went ways and directions I couldnt turn back from, many holes were dug, but I dont feel so bad about it because I have realised that some people are compatible for short periods of time and others for life time.
I 'looking for anything, just to meet some really interesting people and talk, the topic of conversation has been lost in this dying Celtic Tiger economy. Somewhere between double vodka and redbull and hammered. The need for people to get blotto incenses me as it induces a very different type of person to come leaping forth from a person. The same is true of me, I do not like the very drunk me as I forget names and the detail. The 'detail' is the best part about conversations, the moments a spark can be lit between friends or lovers to make a conversation truely satisfying and enjoyable.
I am not using this blog to complain too many people do that already. From now on I choose Life, I choose to go to places I can talk, have the craic. Loud places are now beyond me except for gigs.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Shivers in the City
Calmness in the city, stillness in the air,
people walk by with many a care,
frozen breath exhaled by all,
the suns early morning shadow flickers/snakes along the wall,
numbed fingers fumble for heat,
under cover in glove and underground in pleat,
red cheeks, chapped lips, sighs of melancholic bliss,
happy, sad, lonely or not, miss loathing, enjoy the lot,
begin with a smile, a flash of the teeth, and take it from there till the next time you meet.
06-12-2008
people walk by with many a care,
frozen breath exhaled by all,
the suns early morning shadow flickers/snakes along the wall,
numbed fingers fumble for heat,
under cover in glove and underground in pleat,
red cheeks, chapped lips, sighs of melancholic bliss,
happy, sad, lonely or not, miss loathing, enjoy the lot,
begin with a smile, a flash of the teeth, and take it from there till the next time you meet.
06-12-2008
Words of randomized disorder
Underneath the sky of sorts, hung over angst, new sense of things, a bigger outlook, a more insightful glimpse at misfortune, an expanded view of the world, a step outside of the focussed world through the looking glass of life, misaligned musical troposphere, kaleidoscope of wonder that is life. Cacophony of immense virtue to be virtuous and be victorious to rise above your moralistic sermon and responsibilities to be an animal but to hold onto what is the essence of human compassion and innocence a world divided by suspicion, intolerance, skin badness beauty surrounded by elegance hidden inside for discovery, step by step, what is it that makes you honourable selfless but incomplete, guided by my head, led by my heart, respect forgiveness, freedom of choice, solitude acceptance, rebirth rejoice, renew ignite ambiguous interpretation, passion senses, pulsing emotions, floating ideas, world improve, coexist, exit fin.,,
12/12/2008
12/12/2008
Wave of Time
With a wave of hands and shouted goodbyes,
a close of the doors, as years pass by,
o my how the time flies, minutes 2 hours and hours to days,
before you know it, years mark graves,
births, anniversaries of all kinds,
some full of happiness, some full of doubt,
others mean nothing, expressions of mouth,
is happiness a memory, a feeling or a moment in time,
to be lost to the stars or forever be mine,
lost in the dark, lost inside my head,
up the stairs thread by thread,
include those thoughts in a letter,
why hold back, you will feel none the better,
what is not said, what is not heard is the most important part of this microcosm of a world.
05/01/2009
a close of the doors, as years pass by,
o my how the time flies, minutes 2 hours and hours to days,
before you know it, years mark graves,
births, anniversaries of all kinds,
some full of happiness, some full of doubt,
others mean nothing, expressions of mouth,
is happiness a memory, a feeling or a moment in time,
to be lost to the stars or forever be mine,
lost in the dark, lost inside my head,
up the stairs thread by thread,
include those thoughts in a letter,
why hold back, you will feel none the better,
what is not said, what is not heard is the most important part of this microcosm of a world.
05/01/2009
Growth of man, Death of Earth
Nest are built in the tallest tree,
clad in an ivy rich green sea,
winds do whisper stories and fables,
they are caught by the branches of lime and maple,
gnarled and wind swept, exposed to all weather,
used as a home and a post to tether,
to dig the soil and plant a seed,
is a wonderful magical worthwhile need,
from the ground grows a stalk,
to make the neighbours jealous and baulk,
all it takes is an idea, a future plan,
for without trees and water there would not be man,
pleasure and knowledge are gained from the land,
whether in field, mountain, or wood where you stand,
a concept of the future and the children yet be born,
what do we pass on, what do we offer, nothing and loss and a fistful of scorn,
our kids are the future, they have to survive,
without food they cannot eat or oil not drive,
solution pollution, where have you been,
open your eyes to truly see.
Angry, bitter and annoyed with my peers,
I choose to change and influence their fears.
03/01/2009
clad in an ivy rich green sea,
winds do whisper stories and fables,
they are caught by the branches of lime and maple,
gnarled and wind swept, exposed to all weather,
used as a home and a post to tether,
to dig the soil and plant a seed,
is a wonderful magical worthwhile need,
from the ground grows a stalk,
to make the neighbours jealous and baulk,
all it takes is an idea, a future plan,
for without trees and water there would not be man,
pleasure and knowledge are gained from the land,
whether in field, mountain, or wood where you stand,
a concept of the future and the children yet be born,
what do we pass on, what do we offer, nothing and loss and a fistful of scorn,
our kids are the future, they have to survive,
without food they cannot eat or oil not drive,
solution pollution, where have you been,
open your eyes to truly see.
Angry, bitter and annoyed with my peers,
I choose to change and influence their fears.
03/01/2009
Unspoilt
And if the days were to turn to dark, and the nights never stopped,
I would still feel the same way I felt on that hot day in June,
the sun beat down so stifling a scene, Such a beautiful flower,
untouched unspoilt but experienced in the ways of the wild world,
beyond virginity of nature, above ridicule of senseless acts,
drink now for in refusing water, you thus refuse life,
fear not the elements of far away clouds,
they are but a merry array of senseless spurned souls,
beauty is but a passing seed on the wind, intrinsic beauty is held within forever, released only in death to the blood red skies of winter,
to forget the reason you’re here is to have lost your purpose of life,
Alone with my thoughts and dreams again, meandering miles of river leads me to a place of wonder, an icy eclipse of my mind, all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain, your eyes draw me in until I get lost in oceans of dizziness, inhaling sleep off the pillow, listening to the cool night shimmer and disappear, winds hide whispers barely audible to ears, if I could live forever, swimming in life, I would be happy to float, to pursue dreams remote, removed from my tree top honey love.
I would still feel the same way I felt on that hot day in June,
the sun beat down so stifling a scene, Such a beautiful flower,
untouched unspoilt but experienced in the ways of the wild world,
beyond virginity of nature, above ridicule of senseless acts,
drink now for in refusing water, you thus refuse life,
fear not the elements of far away clouds,
they are but a merry array of senseless spurned souls,
beauty is but a passing seed on the wind, intrinsic beauty is held within forever, released only in death to the blood red skies of winter,
to forget the reason you’re here is to have lost your purpose of life,
Alone with my thoughts and dreams again, meandering miles of river leads me to a place of wonder, an icy eclipse of my mind, all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain, your eyes draw me in until I get lost in oceans of dizziness, inhaling sleep off the pillow, listening to the cool night shimmer and disappear, winds hide whispers barely audible to ears, if I could live forever, swimming in life, I would be happy to float, to pursue dreams remote, removed from my tree top honey love.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy Sad Happy Glad
Is love a feeling or an act to which we gravitate?
to want someone for who they are is friendship,
add hearts and is it love or selfishness enshrined in a bubble.
Do we really know what is good for us until its too late.
Why do we question our hearts when our minds can’t make that decision?
Life is a funny instrument of learning, to hurt yourself, you must trip and fall to truely know it hurts.
In love, it seems like you are indestructible but the problem is people are not. Hearts are broken in an instant.
People tend to not reveal their true selves to others, I find this easy and difficult to understand. To reveal your true self is baring your soul, to be stripped of all that makes you strong. It may be all that you are, in allowing someone to see exactly who you are, gives the power to the looker. Depending on their character, the looker could choose to strike that revealer down or embrace their most beautiful qualities with that of their not so appealing qualities.
To be judgemental yet not take a look at your own person is hypocritical, reminders need to be given to all who forget.
To see beyond normality to the frailest part of a human being, their minds. This is what I strive to do, perfection is a mystery of the modern world. To be perfect is in fact a feeling not an image, a feeling that crawls through your whole body, from brain to spine. When you view a person on image alone, it is false to forget that hidden qualities only reveal themselves in comfortable and unexpected moments of conversation.
Everyone is guilty of forgetting to appreciate the simple things that lay before them, gentle persuasion by guidance is the best way to get your opinion back on track but normally it is by sudden and detrimental means that derailment leads to permanent destruction of a friendship or relationship.
Presumption rather than direct conversation takes over as the hundreds of internal conversations in your head begin and end yet the spoken word between two people does not happen.
What exactly am i saying?
Well basically all fights or disagreements occur due to a lack of revealing of souls to one another but the catch 22 situation is how much does one reveal before they are completely exposed. Holding back is the defence mechanisms people use to prevent their spirit from been crushed completely.
But I see trust where i see suspicion, what are we doing here on earth if we decide to hold back in any form of friendship or relationship. Christ man we could come to a horrid end in the near future or last for 100 hundred birthdays. The point is to use balance i suppose but also to use and abide by that phrase Carpe Diem, seize the moment or the day. Regret i do not believe in because i take chances in everyday life that lead to a good or bad outcome. I have to live with that decision but at least i did or chose to do a certain act, try a certain activity or attempt a new challenge.
There is a word to describe every moment in life. To have hope is to be alive, to be alive is to believe in a dream, to have a dream is to see a future!
I have many dreams, some i shall never be able to realise, some i am striving to achieve in the immediate future. Self improvement is rife in this age of New Years resolutions but most are based on image and health, give up drink, smoking, more fitness etc.
It is good and bad, but self development in terms of taking a step back and looking at how your life is going is a major change.
I do this in hard times to remind myself how minor the problems I have are in comparison to the world.
To have a go get em personality is not everyones cup of tea but to have a proactive or positive outlook on every day things sure makes life go a lot smoother.
Take a break and sit back and laugh the next time it pisses rain on top of you amd not a an umbrella to show. Or any problem that builds, grab a hug off a good friend or smile at a passerby.
On my way back from college one day, i was really in a bad mood, i was wearing a santa hat and the rain was pelting down. I had my head down and then just looked up, i locked eyes with this lady passing by and she smiled, i smiled back and in that split second, i had a flicker of christmas spirit renter my body and it was suddenly quite funny to be walking in the rain wearing a santa hat.
The world is a lonely and hard place to live in if you let it get on top of you, immerse yourself in family, friends and the activities that make you smile.
To be intrinsically happy either single, attached or in between is the most important thing for the health of any person. Mental health although underrated is what keeps us going, is what motivates us and makes want more of life.
For this new years resolutions, I intend to talk more to people, drunk or sober, preferably sober as it is then you can really know a person.
to want someone for who they are is friendship,
add hearts and is it love or selfishness enshrined in a bubble.
Do we really know what is good for us until its too late.
Why do we question our hearts when our minds can’t make that decision?
Life is a funny instrument of learning, to hurt yourself, you must trip and fall to truely know it hurts.
In love, it seems like you are indestructible but the problem is people are not. Hearts are broken in an instant.
People tend to not reveal their true selves to others, I find this easy and difficult to understand. To reveal your true self is baring your soul, to be stripped of all that makes you strong. It may be all that you are, in allowing someone to see exactly who you are, gives the power to the looker. Depending on their character, the looker could choose to strike that revealer down or embrace their most beautiful qualities with that of their not so appealing qualities.
To be judgemental yet not take a look at your own person is hypocritical, reminders need to be given to all who forget.
To see beyond normality to the frailest part of a human being, their minds. This is what I strive to do, perfection is a mystery of the modern world. To be perfect is in fact a feeling not an image, a feeling that crawls through your whole body, from brain to spine. When you view a person on image alone, it is false to forget that hidden qualities only reveal themselves in comfortable and unexpected moments of conversation.
Everyone is guilty of forgetting to appreciate the simple things that lay before them, gentle persuasion by guidance is the best way to get your opinion back on track but normally it is by sudden and detrimental means that derailment leads to permanent destruction of a friendship or relationship.
Presumption rather than direct conversation takes over as the hundreds of internal conversations in your head begin and end yet the spoken word between two people does not happen.
What exactly am i saying?
Well basically all fights or disagreements occur due to a lack of revealing of souls to one another but the catch 22 situation is how much does one reveal before they are completely exposed. Holding back is the defence mechanisms people use to prevent their spirit from been crushed completely.
But I see trust where i see suspicion, what are we doing here on earth if we decide to hold back in any form of friendship or relationship. Christ man we could come to a horrid end in the near future or last for 100 hundred birthdays. The point is to use balance i suppose but also to use and abide by that phrase Carpe Diem, seize the moment or the day. Regret i do not believe in because i take chances in everyday life that lead to a good or bad outcome. I have to live with that decision but at least i did or chose to do a certain act, try a certain activity or attempt a new challenge.
There is a word to describe every moment in life. To have hope is to be alive, to be alive is to believe in a dream, to have a dream is to see a future!
I have many dreams, some i shall never be able to realise, some i am striving to achieve in the immediate future. Self improvement is rife in this age of New Years resolutions but most are based on image and health, give up drink, smoking, more fitness etc.
It is good and bad, but self development in terms of taking a step back and looking at how your life is going is a major change.
I do this in hard times to remind myself how minor the problems I have are in comparison to the world.
To have a go get em personality is not everyones cup of tea but to have a proactive or positive outlook on every day things sure makes life go a lot smoother.
Take a break and sit back and laugh the next time it pisses rain on top of you amd not a an umbrella to show. Or any problem that builds, grab a hug off a good friend or smile at a passerby.
On my way back from college one day, i was really in a bad mood, i was wearing a santa hat and the rain was pelting down. I had my head down and then just looked up, i locked eyes with this lady passing by and she smiled, i smiled back and in that split second, i had a flicker of christmas spirit renter my body and it was suddenly quite funny to be walking in the rain wearing a santa hat.
The world is a lonely and hard place to live in if you let it get on top of you, immerse yourself in family, friends and the activities that make you smile.
To be intrinsically happy either single, attached or in between is the most important thing for the health of any person. Mental health although underrated is what keeps us going, is what motivates us and makes want more of life.
For this new years resolutions, I intend to talk more to people, drunk or sober, preferably sober as it is then you can really know a person.
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