Journal entry – In Oakland

I’m sitting in the 555 12th St.lobby where the faint smell of industrial cleaner and other general, large building lobby smells remind me of my first office job in Columbus, Ohio.  I’d go to work with my Dad early in the morning and was intimidated by all the Very Serious looking people in their Very Serious looking clothes walking to and fro in Very Serious buildings.  Having to get dressed up in a suit everyday and go downtown did not appeal to me and I missed my golf course maintenance job.  The job was at The Ohio Company and my mission was to arrange thousands of yellow folders in numerical order. I’d have my coffee, sit down and put headphones on, then order the infinite folders for seven hours with a one hour break for lunch when I’d often meet up with Dad.  I didn’t mind the work and was glad to have a job.

Journal entry – The fall season and elementary school

Yesterday I made a reminder to write a post about fall in Ohio.  As I began to gather my thoughts I looked back and see I already wrote a post about this at the same time last year.

It is now 5:09 AM and since I’ve already written about what I wanted to write about I find it hard to write about anything at all!

So I’ve put on ‘Rock Steady’ by The Whispers and perhaps I can conjure up some further memories.  I absolutely hate this song; it is the song I woke up to the first day of school in the fourth grade.  I didn’t want summer to end and I didn’t want to go back to school.

Journal Entry – The end of summer

It is 6:28 AM and the household will awake soon; my morning “me time” has been cut short with the end of summer and the start of school.

*side note:  “Walking in The Air” has just come on my internet radio as if to add a punctuation mark to the theme and to aid me in the writing of this post.

Tonight – Extraordinary Tales – Edgar Allen Poe

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The Fall of the House of Usher

My favorite Edgar Allen Poe Quotes:

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination and poetry.

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Alan Parsons Project – The Raven – https://youtu.be/YAE1XTvKLXA

Journal Entry – 8.28.2016

It is 3:31 AM.  I awoke at 2:30 AM and at first glance thought it was 4:30 then was surprised at the very early hour and how awake I actually was/am.  So, I got up and tried to sleep again on the couch through the witching hour but it did not work and so here I am.

I imagine I’m up from all the activity yesterday.  There was karate class and then Kai and I headed over to Elk Glen Meadow in Golden Gate Park for Doug and Naoko’s baby shower.  We stayed there until about three then played a bit of Pokémon at Rockaway Beach where we saw a few dolphins and a whale.  Then it was home and we watched Once Upon a Time where Emma is now the Dark One, then the rest of The Painted Veil.

Quotes – Letters To A Young Poet – Rainer Maria Rilke

I was introduced to this poet by my friend Nga earlier this year.  She asked if I had ever read Letters To a Young Poet after I had introduced her to The Tao of Pooh.  I had never heard of Rilke but kept him in my mind as someone whose works I should read.  I then saw him mentioned again in the book The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying. I then knew I should waste no more time and began to read his letters.  His very first letter seemed as though he was speaking directly to me as his advice about writing is something I’ve been doing for most of my life.  As far as I know I’m the only one who keeps a life journal in which I write down my thoughts freely.  I have a very acute sense of the passage of time and want to record my memories, and experiences; I want to live life as fully as possible.  Every experience, every memory is a jewel and this blog is my treasure vault, my greatest possession.  Sometimes I feel as though I’m simply a tourist, experiencing an interactive ride that moves along a predetermined path, yet sometimes, and with great effort can I change the course of the ride (or perhaps how I experience it) if I wish.  Perhaps another soul is beginning this same ride in an identical amusement park and living the same experiences I now call memories?