Car Crash

So this is what happens to people who either pay too much attention or don’t pay enough attention. I guess that’s life, either way you get run over eventually.

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Its NOT done, but rough drafts are rough drafts. I want more interactiveness with the turtle. Its too pretty right now too, it needs MORE.

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The Jellies and Kalish washed ashore on October 30th. The summer was all but over, the sun didn’t care. It moves us all and keeps the oceans warm in its own rhythm. Kalish and the jellies met the shore of the Island in the early morning, high tide.

The Island was on no map.

It was 4 acres of nothing more than bushes, sand, and a small spring of water that was fed from the ocean floor. It was paradise. Untouched. Isolated. Clean.

Kalish, weary from his trip saw land and pushed himself across his watery mass of jellies and found his new home. He did not weep. He did not do anything except turn on his back and look up at the rising sun. There was a smile on his sunburnt face.

After some time he felt the tide receding beneath him and decided to venture into the heart of the island. His arrival went unnoticed by the occupants surrounding him.

Slowly working his way though the odd tangle of organic creation, Kalish soon found a hut. It was white and brown with a thatch roof. The structure had wires coming from out of it’s floor, roof and walls. It looked like a scream stopped in mid scream with bed head. There as a slight odor of shepherd’s pie in the air.

He had found the internet.

The place where it was born is not the place where it is now.

He also saw a female form inside and it looked like she was in a contorted yoga position.

He knocked on the door with www.excitement

 

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Kalish saw the sea as his friend, it kept him fed, warm, clean, and the tranquility of it all made him complete. It was the noise that drew him into the ocean that night. It sounded like muffled popcorn, pop, POPOP on most nights but the jellies tonight had a message. It was like a Gaelic Lady of the Lake. Their glowing colors and symphonic message led him into the Ocean.

Come. We have work to do.

Kalish dropped Ang’s leash. Stripped down to his underwear. Folded his clothes and placed them on a rock riddled with barnacles. Looked up at the sky and saw the stars dancing above him. He had to go now. Had to go RIGHT NOW. He gave Ang a bear hug and said go home boy, go home. Kalish then waded into the ocean filled with Lightcrackers and began to get stung by their powerful toxins as Ang walked away from his best friend into the night. He looked back once as the glowing mass grew bright red and green.

Ang made it back home in about one hour. He circled his bed 5 times and faced south as he always did before he went to sleep. He dreamt of Kalish on a journey of pain and decision. Kalish was swimming in a glowing ocean that made very odd noises and seemed to act with a solidarity found in veterans. Kalish was out at sea, somewhere between the rusty Titanic and home. He wanted to find something and the jellies were helping him. Pushing him

When he was in need, the jellies were there. When he was hungry they would sting a creature to death and bring it to the surface for his consumption. When he was thirsty they would create a tight pod and excrete pure liquid h2o for him. When he was sleepy they would support his limp body by pushing him upwards. When he was exhausted and felt like giving up, they would sting him. They were a family. They had a mission. This odd pod of man and jellies was out to sea for 3 weeks slowly covering the necessary ground until they came to a small island where no man has ever stepped before.

Until now.

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Angus, a brawny mutt with a long coat for the winter months, a nose that could find Shepard’s Pie 4 rooms away, and a mouth that could devour it in 15 seconds was Kalish’s best friend. Kalish loved his “Ang” as he would call him. The irony that the dog was named after the place where his fiance died, still haunted him. Tragedy struck sometime around 3am in the summer of ‘06 when she fell off the famed cliffs into the cold expanse now her grave. Months passed and Kalish grew cold and indifferent toward family and friends, but not towards Ang. Ang was always there, he didn’t want to talk about her, and always waited patiently for him to come home. Ang never did like anyone else’s Shepard pie though, its as if her recipe was the only one he would enjoy, no matter how good the tourists that passed through Gallway thought it was.

Despite the two becoming closer, Kalish had thought of changing Ang’s name to Shepard for his apparent favorite food, but decided against it as it would be a disservice to the dead. Plus Ang didn’t eat that anymore for whatever reason.

That night on their stroll Kalish noticed a rather large population of jelly lightcrackers. They glowed like a cauldron of light sticks on their last breath and their cacophony was deafening. It was a beautiful sight and the organic orchestra only heightened the walk for the two companions.

It was to be the last walk the two would have for some time.

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Kalish was admiring the full moon and his dog’s newly groomed coat as they walked along the beach that night. He named his dog after the place where he first fell in love: Angus.

The crop of men and women grew slower than diamonds in Gallway and it was rare for anyone to find true love in such a small town. Historically, residents of Gallway have enjoyed generations of familial ties and lineage was rich before the advent of the internet. Word of mouth and internet buzz about the town has led to families evacuating after many generations to make way for expensive summer homes. Times have changed for Gallway, the tourist economy was eating away at the traditional staple of farming and fishing.

The ocean saw Kalish that night. It was alive and it wanted him to fulfill his purpose.

That night was tonight. It was going to change him again. Dramatically.

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Along the shores of Gallway, Ireland a particular type of jellyfish, locally called lightcrackers for their ability to make snapping noises while flashing green and blue fluorescence, would wash ashore and cause aquatic distress. This particular variety of jelly was especially nasty, as it has a toxic sting and is only second in line to that of the Aussie Box Jelly Fish when it comes to fatalities. They were always mechanically discarded from the Icelandic trollers looking for fish and other oceanic bounty because their sting could kill a man within hours. These Jellies would come ashore near Gallway in copious numbers, so much so that the beaches were sometimes closed for days.

Fishing is and has been Iceland’s main economic staple. Proximity, lack of natural terrestrial resources, and a weak infrastructure have kept fishing and tourism atop the countries main sources for income. Sadly this would have a grave impact on the coast of Ireland for centuries. On this otherwise quiet spring night, Kalish went down to the shore for his nightly stroll with his dog. Routines were generally the best way to keep your mind straight, especially given his recent tragedy. This night in particular happened to be exactly 4 days after a rather large squall had kicked up several large jelly pods off the shore in Iceland. The resulting catch-and-discard-later practice of fishing in Iceland only led to further the unfortunate scenario that ensued. The Icelandic jellyfish got a free ride for several hundred miles before being dumped back into the Ocean, and consequently into the same weather system that keeps green Ireland so vibrantly green, and deadly.

Cavemen had better ideas

they really did.

they didn’t reinvent.

they couldn’t. they Invented the wheel.

DONE. the wheel was an INVENTION. Just like something NEW, every day. CRASH.

I need this…

everything we have, do, and will do is based on a geometric 360degree base 10 principle. Math makes god work hard, so know that there are rules.

Imagine a caveman with a need…

He/She needs to do X

They have X materials

They have X needs

Complicate your life with ideas.

Why PC, EKG meters, state of the shane

Starbucks. Coffee, caffeine, break, awning over Starbucks that I apparently never noticed, CD art work, oddly attractive pastries, slow moments, and a question. On the way back Jess and I talked about not much but then she asked me “why school, now?”. I am sure that she sees it as a curious thing, to do it all over. So why not ask?

Epiphany.

Sadness… Anger… Observation… then Epiphany.

I dont want to do this anymore kind of literary epiphany.

Sometimes it doesnt take a car accident or 911 or DRAMA to get the gray matter jump started all over. Reinvent. Be yourself but, if nothing else, be happy at doing it. I am NOT defined by my job, its not my career, so how can I be defined by it when it makes me feel incomplete?

Why go back? Why put myself through personal scrutiny, tribulation, stress, vasodilation (and all of Ben’s Jacob ladder maladies) and god knows what ever bullshit, heartache, and emotional duress that is seemingly unnecessary? Hmmm. Yeah. Pain.

Well, for me me its easy. I am a little fearless and lot cynical. Its a combination that has not only kept me in trouble, but somehow loyal. I think that people are so interesting in very rare moments. Its sadly the rarity that defines you. 90% of the time we don’t do shit, think of anything remotely constructive or at least interesting; yet its the 10% that goes on our gravestone. Our lives are remembered by the explosions, love scenes, one liners, and the invariable car chase. That’s it. So do what you do well and have the big moments be big, otherwise we flat line and that is a really boring EKG to watch or live by.

That’s why school.

My EKG was flat lining with my work. I needed caffeine, a drip that would wake it up. Funny how everything in a person’s life can be doing so well, but it just takes one part to change the balance of it all. Mistakes are mistakes, but by default they are history. Let them go. Learn. Don’t flat line while you still have a heart beat. P wave. BIG P WAVE. P LIVE.

Anyway, thats why school. Catch the big P Wave before it goes flat permanently, figurative or not.

Surfs up.

Design Site

Apparently there is nothing that these folks don’t do, maybe space travel is out, not sure. Anyway, I was kicking around the web and I found this site, totally interactive, lots of design/commercials that are engaging. The site itself is a hodge podge of bad taste with amazing design and a bodacious amount of technical prowess. I highly recommend taking a look… HONEST