Sunday, May 13, 2018

Modern Anger and Violence

She is surprised to hear that I like listening to heavy metal:  “Really?... I wouldn’t have pictured you…”

It’s not the first time it has seemed that a female friend of mine cannot wrap their mind around anger and violence.  True, we are an evolved species and probably should be able to live without violence and war.  The American male has definitely had his sharp edges chiseled down in the popular spotlight, but aren’t we still animals, hunters, killers?  And even my immediate reaction to that last sentence is, “Well, not every man…”, thinking of scrawny nerds and pushover nice-guys.  No, every man has an animal in him.  Even women have a animal in them too, but for different reasons.  Men, however, are somehow still linked to our cavemen grandfathers, no matter how emasculinated our technological age has taken us.  We work up our company ladder, have our shirts tailored, send each other silly emojis, but still yearn for battle.  Fantasy football, WWE, hardcore porn, Game of Thrones…  is it hard to see that these are the products of men who are flailing for muscles and cries of war they have long forgotten? 

There are doubts and arguments that these remnants of a primal man are not Good, and if something like fantasy football is an outlet for that buried aggression, then that’s just fine.  “Let them go play” she says, happy that her man will be there when the neighbors come over for dinner.  She’ll roll her eyes when she overhears the guys talking about their favorite wrestlers on Monday Night Raw.  But come home with a black eye and a fractured hand?  Now you are an untamed animal.  This does not compute.  “There is no NEED for this!  We are civilized, we live in a great neighborhood in the best country in the world!  WHY would you get in a fight?!”

She wants to keep him safe, and tries to protect him in a way she thinks is right.  To her, anger and violence are things of a ancient era and should be overcome, or at best, suppressed.  She does not recognize the part of a man that has imagined turning someone’s face into a bloody mess.  “That is fine for movies, but YOU are not an action hero!” 

Monday, May 7, 2018

Hopes of a New Apartment

“I guess I should feel lucky for what I have”, he thinks as he carefully dismounts the motorcycle.  It’s no ‘Bat-cave’, but the bike fits snugly inside the gate.  Just the tip of the front tire crosses over onto the iron stairwell that leads up to his front door.  But whatever frustration he felt with the cramped ‘parking spot’ dissipates as his gaze follows the stairway upwards.  Along the wall hangs dozens of plants, a lush array in a well-kept vertical garden.  Bugs and bees fly freely above his head, and a bird is even perched at the top of the wall.  By the time he’s reached the 4th step, he has been transported.  The smell of the greens, the drone of the insects, the lines from sun to shade.  In the heart of south Philadelphia, he is now a member of a wild jungle.
            At the landing there is a small table with three small potted plants on top.  Cactus.  Aloe.  Grass.  He pretends to be scared of the cactus, pinches the aloe, pets the grass.  With a glance over his shoulder at the city street below, he turns the key in the lock of the front door and steps inside.
            All homes have their own certain smell, and this one is no different;  old wooden cabinets, a couple pieces of ripe fruit on the counter, garbage under the lid of the can, sunlight, basil, dust.  A stained-glass window above the sink spills colored light across the small kitchen.  He absent-mindedly puts his keys in the dish, his helmet in the front hall closet.  He closes the closet door, and a beam of sunlight from the west windows is extended to meet his eye.  It feels like God, calling him to his writing room on the west side of the small apartment.  He closes his eyes, but the warmth of the light remains. 

            The apartment is quiet, still.  He loves it and hates it at the same time.  It is a part of him.  It is opportunity and it is purgatory.  It is everything he wants and needs, and because of that, he resents it.  With a jolt, he realizes the path his mind has begun to fall down, and he quickly steps outside the front door, back into the open air of the late summer afternoon.  And again, he is transported.  From the vantage on the top landing, he is able to see all of his garden; which plants have been growing the fastest, which could use some maintenance.  He inhales the smell of the garden and the dirty street, reinvigorated with beauty and energy.  He looks at his table and small pots, and wonders why he doesn’t come out here to write more often.  “Tea.  Or coffee.  Or wine,” he thinks.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Highlights (and lowlights) of 2017

-1-man broadway play, NYC, blew my mind
-difficult breakup
-trip down to FL for Doug and Susan’s wedding, and to help Brett move apartments
-hanging out with Dolo and the Guerreros
-5 year old Valentina attempts to cut me a mohawk!
-volunteering at Philadelphia's center for the Blind & Visually Impaired
-improv class with Jesse Jeffs
-Mark passed away
-The Cash Registers in concert
-motorcycle out to the shore to hang with Arlene
-motorcycle out to Harrisburg to hang with cousin Candy
-shot 4 different handguns, an assault rifle, and a shotgun
-Mason’s baptism/became a Godfather
-summer weekend in Wildwood with Lauren
-Chris Cornell passed away
-last rides with the Nighthawk/sold my first and only motorcycle
-Royal Blood in concert
-trip to Chicago to checkout the city and Lauren
-KZak’s wedding in NH
-Union game with Chris and Noel
-Arlene passed away
-Harley Davidson 2,100 mile road trip 
-Olivia’s wedding weekend in Nashville
-dug out of YEARS of accumulated piles of notes and junk
-Shilpa Ray in concert!
-progress in forgiveness in relationships
-progress in personal finance
-progress in writing
-delicious (and tons of) food and fun with family through the holidays
-annual struggle to stay positive through the cold winter

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Motorcycle Road Trip, DAY 10 (final): Sweetwater, TN to Nashville, TN

Waking up on our 'floating cabin' was great.  Such a soft bed, and Lauren got out of bed first to make coffee while I stayed horizontal and wrote my notes from Day 9.  We made omelets and hit the road.
My jacket still smells like gasoline, but luckily it was warm and sunny enough to just wear flannel.

Lauren had a bus to catch so we had to jet down the highway.  But an hour or so westward, she realized that we crossed a time difference, and actually didn't need to rush anymore!  We stopped for gas and got lunch at a cozy restaurant called Rose's Garden and had fried catfish, fried squash, dried okra, and blackberry cobbler.  All in all, the bill came out to $19!- hahaha, what?!

Back on the road, we made it to Nashville with time to spare so we went to a thrift store and bought me a shirt to wear at the wedding's rehearsal dinner.
I dropped Lauren off at the bus station, but it was too rushed to be sad/difficult.
The ride from the bus station was uneventful, and then I was parking in the driveway of our Nashville AirBnb, my final destination.  I guess that's it.  I return the bike to the local Eagle Rider's tomorrow.
Hmm.

This trip was enormous.  I'm sure the reality of it won't fully hit me for years to come.
Absolutely incredible.
Thank you God.

Motorcycle Road Trip, DAY 9: Suches, GA to Sweetwater, TN

Ouch!  Waking up on cold gravel is painful!  I gave Lauren my sleep pad last night, so the cold morning was a little rough.

The mountain roads were crazy twisty-turny, and that was first thing in the morning.  We found our way to a little bit more of a main road, and in less than 2 hours, we had gotten to Deals Gap Motorcycle Resort!!

So cool!! It felt like that was the destination of the road trip.  So many cool motorcycles- both racing and touring- and a few shnazzy cars too.  We took some pics, got lunch, people watched for a bit, and then hit it.
Tail of the Dragon!!!


I wouldn't say it was much harder than some of the other mountain roads we had already covered, but the difference was that it lasted for a while longer.  318 curves in 11 miles at approximately 15mph!  It was nerve-wracking and I was hyper-focused.  No room for error.  And we got to the beautiful lake at the bottom!  Wow, made it :)  Felt like I earned a badge or completed a rite of passage.
From there, we knew our directions and flew for about an hour down the main roads.  Lauren was loving the speed and we got up to 100mph at one point.
We arrived at Craighead Caverns/The Lost Sea Adventure, and were put on a tour right away.  This was one of the best caves I'd ever been in.  Huge.  But THEN- we got to the bottom and there was a LAKE!!!  I think the guide said it was about 40acres wide and about 70ft deep in the middle.  There were lights under the water and they illuminated the cave ceiling too.  There were even partially blind/albino rainbow trout in the water!- what?!  The water was rich with mineral, and when you put your hands in and rubbed them together, it felt like moisturizing hand lotion!  This underground lake was Top 3, possible THE TOP, coolest things I've ever seen.  I was floored.  Absolutely incredible.

We got out and it was 5:40pm.  Again, we flew on the motorcycle, noticing how we had been doing back-and-forth between 'peaceful scenery' to 'speed racer'.  We got to Euchee Marina and our 'FLOATING CABIN' with about an hour left before the sunset.  Beautiful.  We're getting desensitised to "wow!" moments here!  This makes me want to get a house boat on a lake.
We drove for gas and groceries, but I must've taken my eye off the nozzle, because gas sprayed over all of us!  Holy shit.  Scary.  We wiped down, and washed clothes and showered at home.  Yikes.  That was one of the very few negative things that happened among the numerous positives of this trip.
We made homemade ragu sauce, pasta, drank a 6-pack of Bell's Oktoberfest, watched Netflix, and passed out.
What a day!

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Motorcycle Road Trip, DAY 8: Atlanta, GA to Suches, GA

Picked up Lauren at the airport this morning!!  Damn- I actually went to the international terminal and made her find me.  Whoops.  I blame the airport signage though.
We hit the road out of Atlanta traffic and were soon in the high trees.

We came to a beautiful lake and stopped to walk around and take some pictures.
But when we came back, I dropped the bike trying to back it out of the gravel parking spot.  Luckily Lauren wasn't on the back at the time.  Also, I'm glad the bike had big crash bars so the bike didn't get damaged.  It was so heavy that both Lauren and I couldn't pick it up, and a came over and quietly helped us get the bike upright.  And then... I dropped it again!  The stranger quietly helped again, but I was mortified, and really off my game for a while afterwards.
From Dougs suggestion, we made it to Wolf Mountain Vineyards and enjoyed some wine with lunch, and a spectacular view.

Afterwards, the roads got really twisty-turny.  "Double-black diamond" level, I'd say.  We found a quiet stream and took a stroll.  Eventually, we found our campsite by a beautiful lake, got groceries, set up the tent, and tried to build a fire, but the wood was wet and wouldn't catch (even with gas-tank gasoline soaked towels! ha!).  So, we ate a can of chili beans for dinner, and peanut butter and chocolate squares for desert, and it was delicious :)
It was freezing overnight and we could hear wolves howling through the mountains.

Motorcycle Road Trip, DAY 7: Jacksonville, FL to Atlanta, GA

Very interesting day of riding today!
With the GPS broken (since after DAY 2), I've been writing directions on my forearm.

It's been hot enough down here to wear short sleeves.  It wasn't long after I left Jax that it felt like I was in serious swamp-hick country.  At one point I was using the bathroom at a gas station and the other guy in there started talking to me about the automatic hand-dryer (I think), but I swear I couldn't understand A SINGLE WORD in his maybe 5 sentences!  haha!  It like I was in a foreign country.  The roads were long, lonely, and not super interesting, but it was nice.  I was anxious though because I wasn't sure of distances, just which roads to turn onto.


I started passing cotton fields in Coffee County, GA, and got out to touch some soft puffs.
I saw a storm approaching, and casually pulled over to get my rain gear, but then it started raining immediately and I had to rush to change!  After I started riding in the rain, the jacket ripped.  I hope I don't need it again.
Traffic coming into ATL wasn't as bad as I thought it might be.  Doug and Susan look great- I like them a lot.  Dolores, the french bulldog, is adorable.  We went out for sours at Orpheus Brewery, and then delicious BBQ afterwards.  We hung on their balcony, overlooking the city skyline before going to bed.


I'm waking up at 6am tomorrow to book tomorrow's campsite, print directions, and get to the airport to pick up Lauren!