Moo Shake Yen

Sleeping in

2010-03-14T11:04:00.002-05:00

Only the time change in the Spring allows one to sleep in until 11am and not feel guilty about it.

Where did my sleep go?

2010-03-05T00:45:00.001-06:00

I should be sleeping right now. I should also be plugged into the wall. Well, not me, my laptop. I have 13 minutes of battery left. I went to bed at 7pm tonight to try to fight the funk I feel in my throat. Prior to this, I took the advice of a friend and ate a clove of garlic. Holy crap, what an experience that was! I can still taste it. Luckily no one has to suffer through my garlic-y aroma right now. I do have a dentist appointment in the morning at 7am. My normal 6 month cleaning. As I look at the clock, that appointment is only 6 hours away. Luckily I slept from 7pm to 10pm, but I fear this late night awake thing will make me sleepy when it is time to get up. My alarm is set for 5:15.. ugh. This is the most random entry yet... maybe it was the garlic.

Detour

2010-03-01T23:32:00.000-06:00

There was a chemical spill on the interstate this afternoon. I know all the back roads between my house and Nashville, so that wasn't a problem. What *was* a problem, was my insatiable desire to see what happened. I wanted to know what spilled, what caused it to happen, and take pictures of it all. Unfortunately, I was not able to do this, because of all the road blocks and blue lights. I suppose if I would have hiked five miles through the woods, I could have gotten a glimpse of something, but I didn't have a camera with a flash, and it was getting late.

The news on the radio didn't know what the chemical was that spilled. How can they not know? If it was hazardous enough to close several miles of interstate, shouldn't they know what it is? I am going to wonder about it until I can dig up some news article about what really happened.

I'm just so perplexed!

No Expectations

2010-02-13T06:24:00.000-06:00

Give wholeheartedly and never expect anything in return. Sounds good, right? Well it is a difficult thing to do my friend. People like receiving. Some even depend on it. If they didn't, all the givers wouldn't have a job. Giving is a selfless act. Or is it? Doesn't it make you feel good to give? Maybe you aren't receiving anything concrete in return, but inside you feel good about it. If you didn't feel this way you wouldn't be human. Can you imagine if everyone gave more than they received? Is that even possible? I wonder about this often. I have read it is better to give anonymously. This way you disconnect yourself from expecting anything in return. And by anything I mean things like, gratitude from the receiver, appreciation, recognition, or all of the above. Giving without any kind of reward, be it from the receiver, or simply internal manifestations of good feelings, is really difficult. I think it is nearly impossible to give and not feel rewarded at least in some sense. We are not robots. Our brains work on a feedback system. I think a lot of the philosophies about giving don't take that into consideration. It's ok to feel good about giving. If you don't than that means you feel badly about it or you feel nothing at all.

This is what I woke up thinking this morning.

Just

2008-09-21T22:40:00.001-05:00

Have you ever wondered how many bugs you kill in one day?

I'm not trying to be gross or silly or anything; I'm being completely serious.

The thought occurred to me as I was driving home tonight. Here in the south, on summer nights, ---especially on country back roads where there is not much traffic--- bugs come out and fly, hop, crawl, flutter, buzz, and drift across the road and inevitably, but usually always wind up splatting against my car as I make my way home. I must kill tens, if not hundreds of bugs during a summer drive home at night. And what about when I cut the grass? I have about four acres of grass to cut. That's four acres of grass metropolis for bugs. Ants, grasshoppers, crickets, spiders, ticks, worms, just to name a few; they're there going about their daily business when along come the steel tornadoes. The bugs' skyscrapers of grass shredding and being blown around violently into a vortex of destruction under the mammoth blades. Many bugs make it out unscathed, but still many more die from severe blunt trauma and smushing.

To us, we're just going about our day, doing the things we do without much thought to the rest of the living things around us. We rationalize that they are just bugs, or more than likely, we go without really thinking about them at all. The grass must be cut, and we must have transportation. Too bad for the bugs. They're too small and insignificant for us larger lifeforms to even notice or care about.

What if large moving machinery the size of several city blocks randomly took out entire neighborhoods, and we were left helpless to do anything about it, other than continue to go about living on in our existence?

This is what the bugs have to contend with.

But how do they contend with it? They reproduce like crazy.

You think there are a lot of people on this planet? Well, there's roughly 6.8 billion of us here.

That's a lot... to us.

For insects that's nothing. At any time, it is estimated that there are some 10 quintillion (10,000,000,000,000,000,000) individual insects alive.

That's more than 1.4 BILLION BUGS for every ONE person.

So I guess it doesn't make a difference how many bugs I kill in one day, one month, one year, or my whole lifetime. There's just so many of them, it will never even put a dent in their numbers. Several hundred of them killed while driving, or thousands killed by cutting the grass is insignificant compared to their total number.

No wonder they are thought of really as just bugs.

Five Years???

2008-09-10T22:18:00.000-05:00

I am finding it hard to believe I have been randomly posting to my blog for a little more than five years now. How time flies.

I need to do a recap of everything that has happened since I first started posting. I'll save that for another post.

Speed Thrills

2008-09-01T23:09:00.000-05:00

I really shouldn't even be writing about this, but I think someone should.

The old saying goes, "Speed Kills".

I totally agree, but then again, so do a lot of things.

I am almost embarrassed to admit that I have exceeded 160 mph on my motorcycle. I usually go over 120 on most days when I am on the interstate. Except for the 160 incident, all the other times are simply from being comfortable with speed and not realizing how fast I am traveling. When I am on the interstate and everyone around me is doing 80 mph, it doesn't take much (a slight twist of the wrist) to accelerate from 80 to 120 on the bike. Usually I am just trying to avoid other vehicles on the road all together, so when I near one, I accelerate to pass it so that I can always maintain a safe distance away from it. These are the times when 120 doesn't feel like 120. I guess having a jacket that dissipates the wind like a golf ball doesn't help either. I would think the sheer wind force would clue me into how fast I am going. Nope. It doesn't.

I do make amazing time when I am trying to get from point A to point B.

I think just writing about this is going to make me start using side roads and back roads more often. It doesn't feel safe going really fast down roads like these, and because of that, I take it easy.

One note worth mentioning about the 160 incident. When I looked down and the speedometer was registering 162, I began slowing down. It wasn't until after that I realized I was only in 5th gear. The bike has six gears. That's kind of scary. Not that the bike can go faster than that, but that I know it can. There will always be that little question in my mind that begs, "How fast can it really go?" I don't really want to know.

Maybe I should have bought a scooter.

Nice Mix

2008-07-27T17:26:00.001-05:00

Its a really nice feeling to ride through backroads on solo treks on the bike while interweaving visits with friends along the way. Those ingredients make for a pleasant day.

Who am I fooling?

2008-07-26T11:54:00.000-05:00

I am an amalgam of everyone I have ever met. Yet I strive to find the real person behind the blend. But maybe that's it. The blend is the real person. Growing up with so many different friends with so many conflicting ideas and cultures, I found it hard to mix it all together. Birthday parties for me would be like bringing together all walks of life, rich, poor, good, bad, and throwing them into a room together. For an outsider, watching me transform effortlessly and fluently into my different characters would be something to behold.

The only one who's ever really noticed this thing about me is my ex-wife. So strange actually. Through all the abrasiveness of that relationship she was still able to see me as me. Kudos to her for that.

My mom just called as I was writing this, and I was trying to encourage her to do something now, and instead of saying, "There's never a better time than now", I said, "There's never a time for the better." Apparently she understood me completely. I mangle phrases like that all the time. Funny.

Gotta run...

Intentions

2008-07-07T20:20:00.000-05:00

I fully intended to write something here that was completely out of this world, full of creative juice, and dripping with knock-your-socks-off excitement.

Instead I will write about nothing at all. I am surprised this blog even lets me write in it after being so negligent towards it. I wouldn't want anyone writing on me if they only came around once in a blue moon.

Luckily blogs don't have feelings, so I can continue my trend of disrespecting it.

Have you ever had a million things on your plate, but yet you don't feel overwhelmed in the slightest? I feel like that now. There is so much for me to do, yet I don't feel a sense of urgency. That's either a good thing, or a really bad thing. Am I affected by it? Not really.

Let's see if I can start some things in motion over the next few weeks and then I will have something more interesting to write about, other than having nothing to write about.

More to come. . . .

Cleansing

2007-10-02T11:43:00.001-05:00

I feel refreshed, clean and renewed.

In the past, I could hang with the best of the filth mouth truckers, but over time I have been shedding this crude form of expression. It feels good. It is also not easy. I still find myself from time to time wanting to utter an unsightly word, but I have done a good job of filtering it out before it is vocalized. Mostly, it happens when I do things like hitting my head on the car door, or dropping a glass (I haven't done either of these two things, but I can't remember a specific event when I felt like cursing, so these examples will have to suffice).

I guess this is kind of like a person who quits smoking cigarettes. Once they quit, they begin to notice how many other people smoke and how awful it smells. I have felt the same way with bad words. Its amazing how many people curse around me. It seems amplified now, and quite sad.

Why can't people express themselves without using obscenities?

I'm going to go through my past posts and begin censoring them as well. I don't want to be remembered for such things. Even though it was my past, this medium allows me to go back and clean it up a little.

Here's to a clean future . . .

Almost Fell Asleep

2007-02-13T06:58:00.000-06:00

Sometimes in this life, things become so repetitive that, like a lullaby, the redundant rhythm begins to put you to sleep. I have been falling asleep, but not in a literal sense.

There are few in this world who are awake enough to be fascinated by every little detail of the life that surrounds them. I like to think I am one of those few.

I have found though that without attention to detail, the eyes grow heavy, and the mind begins to get used to the everyday mundane repetitions of life.

I would like to thank the soft, gentle hand of another who rustled me out my sleepiness to remind me that there is more to life than the cycle where most tend to find themselves. I am sure you know who you are. :) ... I am sure they are not even aware what they have done, but I am truly grateful, and will do my utmost best to thank them in every possible way.

Now that I am reawakening, I am rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and shaking the stiffness from my joints, and beginning to see things the way I did before I fell into this routine.

I welcome change and embrace it with open arms, for without it, life would again lull me to sleep.

Its not easy questioning yourself each day to be sure you are heading down the right path. The questions can be difficult to hear, and even harder to answer, but question I must, to ensure I am heading in the right direction. Life is too short to get stuck in a rut, so it is necessary to make constant adjustments.

I was a bit sad when I started writing this, but now the possibilities seem endless, and my mind is opening up again. The details of everything around me are becoming clear again. I am not straining to see. Its like a touch of Spring, and I can almost hear the sounds of those warm nights under the stars that I love so much.

Thank you!

Dead Air

2006-08-23T18:41:00.000-05:00

There's been quite a bit of dead air on this site lately.

I apologize to all those who are avid readers (all one of you). Work has tightened its grip around my throat and left me gasping for air. Not literally, but close enough.

I don't even know where to start. I don't feel like I have accomplished much outside of the workplace. Not much time to I suppose. There are the weekends, but those are spent with the boy, who recently started kindergarten. How bizzare that feels. I have a child in kindergarten. Looks weird in type.

Taking him to school took me all the way back to the days when I was in kindergarten. I still have some vivid memories of then. Its odd how some memories stick more than others.

I remember when the janitor came into our classroom to repair a square of linolium. The entire class crowded around him as he removed the old cracked and broken square, cleaned the subsurface, applied some black tar, and placed the new square down with exacting precision.

I was amazed how everything came together. I had always wondered as well, what was underneath the floor I trompped upon.

I wonder what memories the boy will carry with him through life of these days?

2006-08-03T16:00:00.000-05:00

What is your favorite toy?

I used to have this toy when I was about 8 years old. It was called a Phantom-440 (or something like that). Basically it was a flying saucer that had a fan on its underside. You would charge it up, and then let it go and it would hover about 3 millimeters off the ground and 'float' around.

I have been looking for one everywhere and I keep coming up with nothing. Was that toy just a dream??

(From Consumating)

Delayed Flight

2006-07-28T13:56:00.000-05:00

What happens when you plan accordingly and arrive at the airport an hour before your flight like everyone should? The flight gets delayed an hour. So here I sit on the floor of the airport in the 'A' line ... waiting.

At least I will be the second one onboard once all the pre-boarders board. I just hope the people already on the plane from the connecting city get off, otherwise I have prepared this all in vain.

One point of interest:
The guy who played 'Dee-Bo' in the movie Friday is also waiting in line patiently. Actually, he is sprawled out on some seats snoozing. I am so tempted to walk over there and quote some lines from the movie.

"What-chu got on my drink Smokey?"

or ...

"Shut up punk be-fo I knock you out!"

I did happen to snap a shot of him with the camera on this phone. I'll append it to the post later, since I don't think I can upload photos from this phone. How lame.

Sigh... another 45 minutes before the plane arrives...

'Dee-Bo' has already been heckled by some of the airport employees who recognized him too. Seems that his fan based is made up of only an elite few.

I wish someone would piss him off so I could watch him knock them the fuck out. At least that is what he did in Friday. I would have to fall into the scene and run over to the knocked out dude and say, "You got knocked the fuck out!!"

What have I become?

UPDATE:

My intention was to be one of the first ones on the plane so I would be one of the first ones off. So who is sitting in the choice row where I want to sit? You guessed it. Dee-Bo.

Now I am not going to let him deter me from achieving my primary objective, so I kindly ask, "Is there anyone else sitting here?" He says no, so I grab the seat by the window. He was sitting in the aisle seat, so we had a nice space between us.

Now I am not one to bother people, especially if they have a level of celebrity-ness about them, so I pretty much leave him alone. He however wants to know what I do for a living, where I live, my purpose for going to California, etc...

So then I am dying to know what he is doing in Nashville. He says he is just passing through between movies and that he talks to children about God. I'm thinking to myself, "Is this the same guy who knocks people the fuck out in the movies?"

Just as I am getting interested in hearing more, this woman plops herself down between us. The smell of alcohol is heavy on her breath. Now Dee-Bo is obviously irritated. I start thinking, "This is it. He is about to knock this woman out!"

I wait eagerly for his fists to start flying. But instead, he tells her if this was a movie, he would have to knock her out!

I can't believe it! He actually said that. She either didn't know who he was, or she was too drunk to realize what was happening.

He goes on.

He tells her, after she still doesn't get that we don't want her crowding our space, that he will put her in his next movie so he can shoot her right in the beginning of the film.

This is all happening while people are still boarding, with the occasional passenger saying what's up as they recognize him.

Now the flight attendant is involved and obviously on Dee-Bo's side. He tells the lady that Dee-Bo is a big guy and needs room to stretch out. Dee-Bo chimes in that he is six-five and 265 pounds.

Finally the woman gets the message and leaves. Dee-Bo and I look at each other with relief. I thank him, we knock fists together and go on with our conversation.

I ask him what movies give him the most recognition, and he tells me Friday and The Fifth Element. I forgot he was in that movie. He than tells me he has been in 95 films, but the IMDB only lists him with 93. I tell him I have credit for one film and he chuckles.

I just looked at his imdb listing and he has over 100 listings, didn't count individual movies or anything, so some of them might have been tv appearances.

Overall, he was a great guy. He is very religious and told me about all the charity events he does for troubled kids. He was very personable and told me things about his personal life. I won't go into detail here out of respect for him, as he trusted me enough to share it with me. Plus, he is a big guy and I would not want to get on his bad side!

I'll give him a call some time when I am back out in LA. (Yes, he gave me his phone number!) Never know when he might need some software development work done.

de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum

2006-07-27T11:05:00.000-05:00

"But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the actual teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness. No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure. To take a trivial example, which of us ever undertakes laborious physical exercise, except to obtain some advantage from it? But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences, or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure?

"On the other hand, we denounce with righteous indignation and dislike men who are so beguiled and demoralized by the charms of pleasure of the moment, so blinded by desire, that they cannot foresee the pain and trouble that are bound to ensue; and equal blame belongs to those who fail in their duty through weakness of will, which is the same as saying through shrinking from toil and pain. These cases are perfectly simple and easy to distinguish. In a free hour, when our power of choice is untrammelled and when nothing prevents our being able to do what we like best, every pleasure is to be welcomed and every pain avoided. But in certain circumstances and owing to the claims of duty or the obligations of business it will frequently occur that pleasures have to be repudiated and annoyances accepted. The wise man therefore always holds in these matters to this principle of selection: he rejects pleasures to secure other greater pleasures, or else he endures pains to avoid worse pains."

- Cicero (45 BC)
- translated by H. Rackham (1914)

The truck in my profile is no more

2006-07-26T11:25:00.000-05:00

The truck you see in my profile picture has been repossessed by the evil empire known as 'Ex-Girlfriend, Inc'.

Due to circumstances, the truck (formally a gift from said empire) was irrevocably retracted and stripped of its gift status, and labeled as merely a token of a contract. Hence, it was stated that it was not officially a gift, but part of a contract, that in the event of a break-up, the truck would leave with the person who gave it.

Didn't make much sense to me either.

It was a nice truck. Nice to look at. Its purpose though was no more than a transporter of trash, which coincidentally, contained trash when it was removed from the property, but upon removal, the trash was left strewn about my yard, along with plenty of other trash left behind by said empire.

No worries though. Just a lovely reflection of the true character of the empire.

So, now I am truck-less, but I have gained a lot of trash. This leaves me in a conundrum. The truck was used to remove the trash from the property, and now it is gone. So how do I get the trash from my property to the dump? Its a very methodical process, to say the least. Each week, go to the dump with a couple of bags of trash neatly contained in clean trash bags. Each trip removes part of the past empire's legacy and places it where it rightly belongs.

Its very cleansing process, both literally and figuratively.

what's been happening

2006-07-25T21:25:00.000-05:00

Life recently has taken hold. Work, chores, and daily tasks have consumed my existence to the point of not being able to sit still long enough to even write a thought down here. Even this very post is being composed while in bed, after the day has come to an end. Furthermore, I am composing this via my pocket pc cell phone. Life has gotten that busy.

But to this this end, I have wrestled from the grips of the daily grind time to play disc golf, teach my son the art of rollerblading, and compose this post. In exchange the grass is allowed to grow a bit taller, the trash pile a bit higher, and the weeds to get a bit thicker.

If not now, then when? Sometimes even when life is coming at you faster than you can possibly manage, it is still ok to take time for youself and your family. That's what life is for anyway, right?

Mutual of Chapel Hill's Wild Kingdom

2006-07-19T16:25:00.000-05:00

Oh my good gravy. I have been wanting to post about these events for the past few days and I finally had to say screw it and take the time to write about it.

It is becoming like wild kingdom around my house. The plethora of deer is nothing new, nor are the masses of turkey, but lately, new faces have been making an appearance, and they deserve to be mentioned.

Saturday morning I woke up early around 7:30am (early for a saturday), and just happened to look out of the back window. To my surprise, there were two 'dogs' lying in the backyard. Well, let me clarify, one was sprawled out on the ground and the other was just kind of sniffing around. They looked like puppies. Actually, they looked like wolf or coyote puppies. Since wolves are not known around my parts, I thought they may have been coyote pups. But they were black in color. I thought that perhaps they are this color when they are born so as to 'blend into the dark of night'. Who knows.. I haven't had time to research and find out for sure. One thing I was sure of, they were wild. The one that was sniffing around, as it turns out, was actually hunting for small things in the grass. As I watched in awe, it would sniff around and then pounce, pull it's head up while chewing on something. The other one would raise it's head up from time to time to see what was going on, but for the most part, it didn't move much.

I wanted to take a closer look, but I knew if I went outside I would scare them away. So I watched some more. As I watched, the 'active' one decided to make a bee line for my chicken coop. Then I suddenly realized why my chickens had previously been disappearing. These little bastards were having a feast at my expense.

After the one was out of sight, I walked outside to check on the one that was still lying there. I walked to within 15 feet of it or so before it popped its head up, saw me, and then jumped to it's feet. We both stood motionless for several seconds staring at each other. I could see the wild in it's eye. It looked just like a coyote, but it was all black with blotches of brown speckled throughout it's coat. Every couple seconds, it would flinch as if it was trying to fake me out, like it was going to make a run for it. I quickly grew bored of this encounter, so I slowly raised my hands and clapped them together. That was all it took for the little guy to make a run for it. He darted into the woods, and when he did, I noticed it was injured. It's hind leg was stiff and it was not putting any weight on it.

Since then I have not seen the little guys, but I did see a full grown coyote in the driveway. That was a first. I had always heard them howling at night, but I had never seen one up close on my property. There must be a lack of food or something, or they think they can get a free meal since I had let the chickens roam free for so long. Since the rash of chicken deaths, I have kept the remaining three (from a total of 21) in the coop behind closed doors.

And that ladies and gentlemen is not the most exciting part of wild kingdom at my house.

On Sunday, I was playing around with my video camera, when I noticed two hawks circling overhead. They were having a dispute over territory, and screeching at each other. I was able to zoom in pretty close with the camera, but they were so far up, I had a tough time keeping the camera steady, even with the anti-shake technology.

Anyway, one hawk finally prevailed and continued to soar around up there for quite some time. I started previewing the video I had just shot of the hawks when I heard the hawk above start to screech again. This time I looked up, but I didn't see it, even though it sounded like it was very close. Then out of the corner of my eye I could see this object falling from the sky. When I focused on it, I realized it was the hawk. It was diving straight down, wings firmly tucked to it's side, beak pointed down. It was focused on something and diving right toward it. I was in so much awe that I didn't even think to turn the camera on to capture this event. It disappeared from view when it reached the tree line, and just as soon as it did, I heard a chorus of turkeys gobbling frantically. At that moment, I realized it was hunting and had caught a turkey. The chorus of gobbling was from many turkeys, but after a few moments, I could only hear one turkey, and its cries dimminished with each passing moment, as if it was crying out its final gobbles.

I was amazed. I had never thought I would witness anything like that from my own backyard. Afterwards, I realized that not only were my chickens probably victims of the coyotes, but they were also probably victims of the hawks.

Until next time ...

The eggs have come

2006-07-13T08:49:00.000-05:00

The chickens finally started laying eggs. I found five eggs this morning in the chicken coop. Five eggs from three chickens, you do the math.

Sigh

2006-06-30T15:07:00.000-05:00

Have you ever wanted to be anywhere but here? I feel like that.

I just want to take everything I own, sell it, and go on a trip around the world. The problem is, I can't. That would not be the most responsible thing to do. I have obligations. But it is nice to think about. Or is it? Maybe thinking in this manner makes one more envious of what could be if not for the things holding one back.

Quite a conundrum.

Time has been stolen away from me lately, and I have have not even had time to look around at the things going on around me. Work, work, work.

I take all this as just another step towards where I want to be. My being is screaming for time off. Time to relax. Time to enjoy. Time to be.

I can't even finish a full thought here. Gotta go ....

Taste of California

2006-06-10T21:23:00.000-05:00

Tonight I am sitting in a coffee house, deep down south in Tennessee. Interestingly enough, the owners of the coffee house are from California. As I type this, we are conversing about the west coast. I miss it.

Its been a little over two years that this desire to move back to California has been slowly burning in my heart. Going back last weekend fanned the flames, and the fire began to burn brighter and hotter than it ever has.

My brother was the first one to question my reasoning for moving back to Tennessee six years ago. He said I was more alive there, and I blended into the culture seemlessly. I have been reflecting on his insight from back then, and began to question why I did what I did. It was the path I had to take. The stepping stones of life led me here, and now they seem to be leading back.

The first day I was in California by myself, I will never forget. It was January 9th, 1995. I didn't have a car, and upon waking that morning, I made the decision to take care of the essentials. My goals for that day were to find a bank, open an account, find a post office, and then discover the new city that spread out around me.

I had no idea where to go. I was living in the heart of what I thought was old Hollywood. I could see the Hollywood sign from the front lawn. I was south of Melrose, north of Beverly, east of Normandie, and west of Vermont.

More to come ...

Blossoming

2006-06-09T09:47:00.000-05:00

Things are looking good.

Very good.

I want to buy one of these guys for my kid

2006-05-31T12:36:00.000-05:00

I know this is old, but it still cracks me up.

Alabama Man

I Hate Atlanta

2006-05-31T06:42:00.000-05:00

I don't know exactly what it is, but I hate Atlanta.

Maybe it is the sprawl, or the ungodly amounts of traffic, or the criss-crossing roads that go nowhere but circle back into each other. Or maybe its the lack of cohesiveness. Nothing looks like it gels here. Its like the regurgitation of things other city's tried, and then decided was not good enough, so they donated it to Atlanta.

They do have a big airport, but that's about it.

Is there anyone out there that feels good about Atlanta?

And where do these people come from? The area I am in is more like a gigantic business park, but yet people are walking down the street, like they live right around the corner. Where are their houses?

And what's up with all the flat-brimmed hats?

I don't get it. I just don't get it.