tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290939986854420602024-02-06T21:18:34.518-08:00The Ubiquitous BlogEMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-41614673021965705052009-07-08T15:48:00.000-07:002009-07-08T16:17:25.424-07:00Where I have been<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvB1MBLibsvNUCUhmUGmvf9QAo78wolrU5eJbw-TEoeGGPybQJiSPHA_9C0dRbScIrYUhojhGo2v-qwSD4alhikdPajHuySPJ16ZRR6ACsyhW2nnQceYQ1ky_xy6C5xGLpvyJ12cT9WHi/s1600-h/sunset8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvB1MBLibsvNUCUhmUGmvf9QAo78wolrU5eJbw-TEoeGGPybQJiSPHA_9C0dRbScIrYUhojhGo2v-qwSD4alhikdPajHuySPJ16ZRR6ACsyhW2nnQceYQ1ky_xy6C5xGLpvyJ12cT9WHi/s320/sunset8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356232178267475266" border="0" /></a><br />Ok, I was talking to my friend <a href="http://justfinejustdandy.com/">Mel</a> and she said to me, "You don't really blog anymore do you?" Which I replied, "Actually not really." And that triggered me to think: why the hell <span style="font-style: italic;">haven't</span> I blogged. I really don't know how to answer that question other than, I don't know. I know, boring answer but its the truth. I also thought I should bring back the "pic of the week" iIdea and post a picture blog at least once a week with the story behind it. I will do my best to keep up my end of the deal. Ok so whats new with me you ask?<br /><ul><li>Golf Camp is over</li><li>I'm a freelance writer(Ironic isn't it since I haven't written in <span style="font-style: italic;">here</span> for a loooong time)</li><li>I'm a certified golf instructor. Who wants lessons?</li><li>I might be writing a cookbook</li><li>I live in Pacific Beach</li></ul>I think thats about it for now but I wanted to touch on a story about a 9 year old author. Not just any author but <span style="font-style: italic;">NY Times-</span>best-freaking-seller! Alec Greven has written three books: "How to talk to Moms", "How to talk to Dads", and "How to talk to Girls." Friggen genius. Which inspired me to write more, hence this blog post. So to keep my end of the bargain, here's a pic from my mother and sister's visit in April. Kudos to JD for taking the pic. Thanks Jenn.<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-79159805364942946082009-04-03T11:45:00.000-07:002009-04-03T12:23:48.185-07:00I'll Examine You<span style="font-family: arial;">No, not <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> kind of exam sickos. I will examine you with my words and ideas. I know I haven't written in a while but I'll use the cliche', "I've been busy" excuse. "What am I going to read while I'm bored at work?" this really pretty girl with the initials A.S., tells me. Well, here you go.<br /><br />So here's whats new: I am now a writer for Examiner.com as the <a href="http://www.tinyurl.com/dm777u">San Diego Music Examiner</a>. Its basically an online magazine where local writers share their thoughts and expertise on the subject they choose to cover. I obviously write about the music scene here in San Diego. For those of you that know me really well, I'm sure this doesn't surprise you. Its pretty neat to say, "I'm a writer now". Hmm what else. Oh ya, golf camp is over in a coupla weeks so needless to say I'm really stoked. Plans you ask? FIND A J-O-B!! Which I think I already have. I'll let you hopelessly devoted readers know!<br /><br />Golf camp ending means, I am moving out of my current place and moving in with two good buddies. We have narrowed it down to Pacific Beach or Mission Hills. I'm hoping we get this place in PB because it sits 2 blocks from our favorite bar, Cass Street. This would mean shuffleboard tournaments every Sunday. You're jealous admit it.<br /><br />Me Mum and sister are flying in April 18 and staying a week. How can I put up with my mom and sister in one place for a week you ask? Trust me, I've asked myself the same question over and over and I still don't have an answer. One thing that I am excited about is to see the looks on my moms face when I take her up to Hollywood. I'll be sure to have my camera ready.<br /><br />Ok I'm done here now. Here's your job: GO READ MY ARTICLES AND SHARE THE LINK WITH YOUR FRIENDS!!<br /><br />Goodnight now!<br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span>EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-61222469361438967052009-03-07T15:06:00.000-08:002009-03-08T12:34:10.067-07:00Bullying the Jukebox......<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">...because its fun.<br /><br />There are rules in life. There are rules in dating. There are rules in drinking outta the milk carton.....And there certainly are rules in jukebox playing.<br /><br />I guess you can call this one of my idiosyncrasies, but I absolutely loathe people who don't know how to pick songs on the jukebox. Some jukeboxes are super old skool and only come with songs 1989 and prior. And for those establishments that have those, consider yourself lucky. With those, it's almost a fail safe that you will find the proverbial "rad" song to play.<br /><br />Like my 80's vocab?<br /><br />Thought so.<br /><br />Yes, you will run into some problems like, "Walking on Sunshine" slipping through the cracks. Wait, what just happened?? Hopefully by the time something like this happens, I've drank enough where I simply just cant hear.<br /><br />As a public service to you, I have a list of songs that you may and may <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> play on jukeboxes.<br />(in no particular order)<br /><br />Play these songs and these artists:<br /><br /></span></span></span><ol><li>American Girl</li><li>Hey Joe</li><li>Blowin' in the Wind</li><li>Ring of Fire</li><li>Any and I repeat <span style="font-style: italic;">any</span> Beatles song</li><li>Elvis</li><li>The Who</li><li>The Police</li><li>Frank Sinatra</li><li>Louis Armstrong</li><li>Etta James</li><li>Everyday-Buddy Holly</li><li>Stand by Me</li><li>Free Falling</li><li>Eric Clapton</li><li>D'yer Maker</li><li>American Pie</li><li>Billy Holiday</li><li>Louis Armstrong</li><li>Thriller<br /></li></ol><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Ok, so you see me working with what you <span style="font-style: italic;">should</span> play.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">DON'T</span> play this songs or artists:<br /><br /></span></span></span><ol><li>Kelly Clarkson</li><li>Eminem</li><li>Death Cab for Cutie</li><li>Blink 182</li><li>Brooks N Dunn</li><li>Celine Dion</li><li>Josh Groban</li><li>Any, and again I repeat <span style="font-style: italic;">any</span>, American Idol contestants "hit"</li><li>I'm Yours(Eddie disclaimer: I like Mraz, but this song is played out so I don't want to hear it at the bar)</li><li>Sarah Mclachan-theres a time and place for her and the bar isn't it<br /></li></ol><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So, you see me working here, yes? Ok, good. I'm sure I offended some of you Generation Y people but then again, if you are 21 then chances are you haven't heard of any of the songs on the "Please play this song on the jukebox" list. Do yourself a favor, talk to your older sister or brother and culture yourself with some good music. There's more to life than ho's, bitches, sluts and money.<br /><br />Good Night, and Good Luck<br /></span></span></span>EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-22445650759181634342009-02-07T17:26:00.000-08:002009-02-07T17:44:42.467-08:00This is....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvR_rPOyjHngeK3Ut6VTKDVVB-eUQYGQj_9eLbF8Lrl-FvD02jGst4bLYNinGO0sAYtdKwBDv9DDQJ-gA74o_pHghCAsklo1Cs6munQwMycILEdkCCAGCk1-V9HWRsugZdxUvQAVBBaMO/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvR_rPOyjHngeK3Ut6VTKDVVB-eUQYGQj_9eLbF8Lrl-FvD02jGst4bLYNinGO0sAYtdKwBDv9DDQJ-gA74o_pHghCAsklo1Cs6munQwMycILEdkCCAGCk1-V9HWRsugZdxUvQAVBBaMO/s400/guitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300234841456333762" border="0" /></a><br />This is what I use to escape.<br />This is what I use to write music.<br />This is something that makes me feel alive.<br />This is something that inspires me.<br />This is what allows me to share my thoughts with the world.<br />This is what I get lost in.<br />This is something that means a lot to me.<br />This is something that has changed me.<br />This is something that makes me think.<br />This is poetry, made with wood and strings.<br />This is my guitar....<br /><br />It is a part of me.EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-59109855985082443362009-01-28T18:41:00.000-08:002009-01-28T18:57:23.601-08:00"Geez, Eddie, where have all the posts gone?"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh8pY_F-sZegGF6tyDbjf0aGt2ds6QR_uJo5ZQ-y1xx7bpUE03reXaaPvg1n_YnKKqUsmWCw9X9c7tslSK23_WLy6Sr5urJrELzESPiyEu8Xj55yZ2yuqhTJtF-xWRKQnP-bybw1IbGOaG/s1600-h/LA4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh8pY_F-sZegGF6tyDbjf0aGt2ds6QR_uJo5ZQ-y1xx7bpUE03reXaaPvg1n_YnKKqUsmWCw9X9c7tslSK23_WLy6Sr5urJrELzESPiyEu8Xj55yZ2yuqhTJtF-xWRKQnP-bybw1IbGOaG/s400/LA4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296540622775834498" border="0" /></a><br />Ok, I know I have been lacking on the "weekly picture posts" but I've been busy.<br /><br />I went to L.A. last October for a Rancid show which was a great time. I spent about 4 hours in Hollywood goofing around before the show. And to be honest, thats a long time to be in Hollywood by yourself, let alone with a group. One can get restless quite easy. It was a cool fall afternoon while I was there so it was great hoodie weather which I sported all afternoon. And keeping with my number one rule when going to a show: never wear any clothing sporting the band that you are about to see. You just don't do it. As a title of a Rancid song, Unwritten Rules. That's what it is.<br /><br />I like this pic cuz I think it's L.A. in a nutshell. Graffitti, billboards, and gates to a public parking area. Love the gate part.<br /><br />Ok, I'm done. Goodbye for now.EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-62671846624208187162009-01-10T21:11:00.000-08:002009-01-10T21:12:22.005-08:00New picture every week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAar0XeKgFoDC7c50UbdZfHLS8Iv6ytUbv3F7yqAJQp-egr043R16jCrrR69TrvZtEGfGphjW3NokckhbOH6olgBGAkNmXS8q4x43Q_3NVgMr_NhCVAaX5bJilL_7u6h18bcuSgqdMink8/s1600-h/cards7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAar0XeKgFoDC7c50UbdZfHLS8Iv6ytUbv3F7yqAJQp-egr043R16jCrrR69TrvZtEGfGphjW3NokckhbOH6olgBGAkNmXS8q4x43Q_3NVgMr_NhCVAaX5bJilL_7u6h18bcuSgqdMink8/s400/cards7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289899525691229890" border="0" /></a>So I got to thinking.<br /><br />A lot of people share their lives in words. Whether it be a blog, songs, poems or books, people write their thoughts down on paper and write a story. Obviously, I'm doing the same with this blog.<br /><br />I thought I'd add an element to my blogging world.<br /><br />I was thinking about sharing a picture a week with y'all and post it on here. I thought I'd post photos on what I'm doing and where I've been and what I've seen. I will of course write a little tid bit about the photo(where its located, what I'm doing, bob loblaw....) you get the idea. And if you know where the last part in the parentheses comes from, then you're just awesome.<br /><br />With that being said...drum roll please.<br /><br />The picture involves a 500 Rummy game between my father, my sister and myself. Not to mention, a coupla whiskey and cokes. This glorious event happened on Christmas night. My score is on the left, my sister in the middle and dad on the right. I grew up playing 500 Rummy with my father and was never able to beat him until a coupla years ago. Since then, he has only beat me one or two times. Looks like the torch has been passed. And God help my sister, she just cant remember what people have in their hands.(a key to winning) She doesn't stand a chance. And please note the "W" next to my score.<br /><br />Victory.EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-52749151439957693512009-01-05T18:07:00.000-08:002009-01-05T18:48:51.862-08:00Mornings with Mom<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">They happened Monday thru Friday while I was home. They were very simple, yet the most memorable. She ate her oatmeal while we spoke. These talks were in the car. I drove her to work. We'd cover politics, work, love and life all in about 10-15 minutes. The conversations were short but different everyday. One thing that remained the same was the mutual feeling of enjoyment of each others company. And that's all that really mattered. It was always dark outside and most of the days, the roads were covered with snow. As I pulled up to her office, the words, "See ya at 5:30" became a routine. I always looked forward to the next morning to see what new adventure awaited us.<br /><br />It's funny how the little things in life such as a car ride mean the most to you and its the time you remember the most. Of course, the mornings with mom had to end because I had to leave, but the time and memory will last forever.<br /><br />Thanks Mom.<br /></span></span>EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-9186655606213582322008-12-18T07:15:00.000-08:002008-12-18T08:10:15.055-08:00Its Early & its Friggen ColdSo I flew home to Boise, Idaho on Tuesday for the holidays. Holy shit is it cold here! Ok, I'm from here and I know how cold it can get here during the winter, but I was not prepared for THIS biting cold weather. When I left San Diego it was a nice and warm 53 with a little rain and when I landed it was an easy 18 degrees. Lemme tell ya, that takes your breath away. And not like a beautiful woman does.<br /><br />I'm two days into my visit and surprisingly enough, I'm not too bored. Notice I said "too". It's really great to see family and my best friends. My goal is to do something almost every night. I know that's asking a lot but come on, we can do it. I realized something while coming home to visit. I LOVE being the "visitor". So in keeping the tradition of some past blogs, lets make a list of why I love being the "visitor".<br /><br /><ul><li><span style="font-style: italic;">Free</span> home cooked meals</li><li>Don't have to pay for gas</li><li>Everybody that I know in town wants to see me</li><li>Getting asked, "How long you in town for?"<br /></li><li>Doing my favorite crossword from the paper<br /></li><li>Not having ANY responsibilities</li><li>No work (see above)</li><li>I can guilt trip people into doing something because, well, "I'm only here for so long!" :-)<br /></li><li>I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want</li><li>Saturday morning coffee and breakfast with friends</li><li>Checking out what's "new" in town</li><li>And the last thing I love about being the "visitor"....I get to do all of this all over again!</li></ul><br />As I finish this post, it's still cold and only going to get worse. Snow tonight and a high of an excellent 12 degrees on Saturday. Yes, you heard me correctly, a HIGH of twelve. Whats a San Diego boy gonna do!?! Hopefully I'll write before the year but if I don't, Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa to all and to all a goodnight now!!EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-83530862448347190802008-12-10T09:22:00.000-08:002008-12-10T11:54:21.220-08:007 Years.... $160 Million?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I know, seems ridiculous huh? It is. Thats the figure that "star" pitcher C.C. Sabathia will be getting paid from the NY Yankees. For the people that know me really well, I love sports. Its a big part of my life and I watch sportscenter almost everyday. Sports aren't </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >all </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">my life but I enjoy them. With that said, aren't we paying these athletes just a little too much. What happened to, "holy shit we're in a recession" talk? Oh ya, I forgot we're dealing with the Yankees here. The "I don't-care-how much-we-spend-to-get-a-star,-so-long-as-we-can-</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >almost-</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">make-the-playoffs" team. They did this a few years ago with Alex Rodriguez and look where they are. They haven't won the World Series since 2000. Hmmm you do the math?</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And you may ask what his initials C.C. stand for? Yep, you guessed it......Cha-ching!!</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I rest my case.</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My point? The rich just get richer and no matter how shitty the economy is, these teams will always throw stupid money at these overpaid athletes. What about giving some of that money to the struggling families in their respective communities? Or maybe the three jackass CEO's of the Big 3 Automakers, who by the way, flew each of their private jets to Washington to ask for a "bailout"? I mean what happened to Jet Pooling? Oh ya, I forgot, its Christmas, the season for </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >giving</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">. My bad.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Goodnight now.</span></span>EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-15693999972862011562008-12-03T12:44:00.000-08:002008-12-03T13:32:05.833-08:00Golf Camp & The HolidaysFirst things first. I told you so <a href="http://adventuresofkc.blogspot.com/">Kristin</a>!! So there!! (tongue out)<br /><br />I have been told lately by my real life friends and my blogger friends that I'm lacking on my posts and need to get on it.<br /><br />So here we go.<br /><br />I was talking to my Canadian friend <a href="http://everydaysoap.blogspot.com/">Far</a> and she suggested that I write about golf camp. So I said, what the hell, thats a good idea. So you ask yourself, "What is golf camp?" Is it a camp that you send your kids to for summer? Is it a camp over the weekend type of thingy? Actually no, its an accredited college/academy for us individuals who dream of becoming a golf professional or indulging into a career in the golf industry. Now that you know what it is you may ask, "Why, Edward(in honor of Twilight, but yes that's my name) do you call it golf camp?" Glad you asked.<br /><br />For those who know me, you know the name of the academy but in respect to them I will leave their name out of this post. I simply call it golf camp because its simply a mickey mouse "school". Not that I have anything bad to say about this "school", I'm just not going to put it out there. Actually this "school" has been quite fun and I'm really glad I came here to pursue my passion of golf. I'll point out a few highlights/lowlights of this "school" and I'll be done with it and on to talk about more important things, the holidays!<br /><br />Highlights:<br /><ul><li>Playing golf is a class(i know, easy)</li><li>Free golf at over 15 courses</li></ul>Lowlights:<br /><ul><li>Dealing with rich little kids who's mom and dad sent em away cuz they wont go to real college</li><li>Shaving every other day ( i despise it)</li><li>Sitting in a class where I know more than the instructor</li><li>Having to take a 7th grade computer class</li><li>Being stuck in a room with 30 dudes for 2 hours</li></ul>I could go on but I wont. All in all, golf camp has been fun and its almost over. Onto the holidays.<br /><br />I love the holidays. It's my favorite time of the year. Here's why:<br /><ul><li>Christmas Songs(i know they get old after a while but they getcha in the mood)</li><li>Smell of fall in the air</li><li>Brisk mornings(well only some here in Cali)</li><li>Leaves changing colors</li><li>Christmas parties</li><li>Ugly sweater parties</li><li>Traveling</li><li>Shopping</li><li>Christmas lights</li><li>Egg nog</li><li>Family time</li><li>Snow(again, only in cold climates)<br /></li><li>Cranberry Bliss bars from Starbucks</li><li>Vacation</li><li>Kisses under the mistletoe</li><li>Kisses while not under the mistletoe</li><li>Celebrating Jesus' Birth<br /></li><li>Christmas Trees</li><li>Stockings</li><li>Plaid scarfs</li><li>Last but not least......I get to wear sweaters everyday!!!<br /></li></ul>What do you love about the holidays?EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-67160368250775066612008-11-25T16:14:00.001-08:002008-11-25T16:42:49.711-08:00Holiday Traditions & OthersI know you have em. I do and I love traditions. Whether it be a holiday tradition, a birthday tradition or whatever you and your boys/girls do to "keep the tradition alive" thingy. Here are a few of mine:<br /><br /><ul><li>Watch "Its a Wonderful Life" on Christmas Eve</li><li>Make the first cut on our Thanksgiving turkey</li><li>Bake and make the green bean casserole(my favorite dish) on Thanksgiving and Christmas</li><li>Play Parcheesi with my mom and sister on Christmas Eve<br /></li><li>Sing "Happy Birthday To Me" by The Vandals, to myself, on my birthday</li><li>Play golf on my birthday</li><li>Put the star on our Christmas tree</li><li>Go to Christmas Eve church service</li><li>Say a prayer before every road trip and flight</li><li>Send a rose to my mother, sister, and if i have a GF, on Valentines Day</li><li>Drink Guinness and only Guinness on St. Patricks Day</li><li>Watch Penn State play in their respective bowl game with my father</li><li>Grow a little beard for the Holidays(to stay warm ya know!)</li><li>Go fishing with my dad on Fathers Day</li><li>Spend the whole day with my mom doing whatever she wants to do on Mothers Day</li><li>Buy way too many groundflowers on the Fourth of July</li><li>Shoutout the 10 second countdown on New Years with all my closest friends</li></ul>So what are some of your traditions?EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-75186240927975836912008-11-18T14:11:00.000-08:002008-11-18T14:53:18.096-08:00InspirationSo, I've been reading a few blogs here and there ever since I started blogging myself and have come across quite a few really neat blogs. Its kinda cool to live vicariously through that person or just have a different perspective of someones life different than your own. Some people have "giveaways" for reading and commenting on their blogs because, well, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thats</span> just a really nice thing to do. I compliment those people very much. When I get in the position to do the same, I will be doing the same.<br /><br />Which brings me to write this post.<br /><br />I consider myself a very inspired and inspirational person. I like to be inspired and to inspire people around me on a weekly if not, daily basis. It's pretty fun. I like to see people reach their full potential. I know, I know, I sound like a teacher. Go with me on this one. We all have those special moments in life where we feel inspired and feel giddy inside. Some of us write songs, go volunteer, or do whatever we feel like. The great thing about being inspired is that <span style="font-style: italic;">seeing</span> it makes you wanna go be better. Whether it be watching a professional golfer succeed at a tournament and then next day you're at the range until dark with bleeding hands working on your own game. Or you go to a concert and see the band just rip shit up on the stage and you wanna become the next rock star. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Thats</span> the great thing about all the things in life we do and love. We <span style="font-style: italic;">see</span> something and then we wanna <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span> that! I remember going to my first punk show at age 15. It was July 12, 1996 and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">NoFX</span> played in Boise, which is where I'm from, and it was a day that totally formed who I am today. Like I said it was my first punk show and "big" concert that I attended and I was absolutely stoked! I lost my hearing for 3 days but I didn't care. I just saw my favorite band in the world....and I wanted to do it!!! Where did I find myself my first year in high school? Yep, you guessed it, in a punk band with three of my best friends. It was probably two of the funnest years of my life.<br /><br />Inspiration.<br /><br />To this day I am a singer/songwriter but have mellowed out and write most acoustically. Punk rock will always be a part of my roots but my inspiration has change to a different genre. I live in San Diego now and now and remember watching on TV all the fires that plagued southern California. Of course I had my guitar in my hand at the time and I was just super inspired to write a song about how the fires are going to affect the lives of thousands. I titled the song Embracing Change(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">copywright</span> me) ha!<br /><br />So, I ask you the reader, what have you done to inspire a fellow friend/co-worker/spouse or loved one, and finally....what inspires you?EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-59038180500400717172008-11-15T15:35:00.000-08:002008-11-15T15:45:50.064-08:00Lazy Saturday<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I literally haven't done anything today. And it feels great. Its super nice outside, but I just felt like staying inside. I haven't had a Saturday to myself and college football for sometime now. I did manage to get some studying in earlier, but I've been on the couch watching football and playing guitar all day.<br /><br />I saw Quantum of Solice last night with my friend Kristin and it was pretty neat.<br /><br />So is anyone that belongs to 20somethingbloggers thinking about going to Boston next June for the meetup? I'm considering it but we'll see what my schedule allows. It'd be sooo cool to meet some of you peeps in Boston as I have never been there. What a great excuse to go!<br /><br />This is a boring post I know, but I thought I'd kill some time to letcha all know what i'm doing. And by all I mean you 5 or so that read this. Well off to work soon. Enjoy your Saturday evenings.<br /></span></span>EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-21318112451888502342008-11-06T18:14:00.000-08:002008-11-06T18:19:13.400-08:00Passion<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Where's the passion gone, in our hearts?<br />Lost somewhere in the grind<br />It's time to bring it back, its time to unwind, find what we lost<br />Its time....to bring it back.....<br /></span></span>EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-22668810907862281642008-11-01T12:10:00.000-07:002008-11-01T13:01:37.392-07:00Miss Holly GolightlyI absolutely love her! Almost everything about her I love. And I say <span style="font-style: italic;">almost</span> very carefully because a few things make me cringe. I recently re-watched Breakfast At Tiffany's, which I highly recommend if you haven't seen it, and I particularly paid attention to her demeanor and her character this time a round. I love her wild, naive, free-spirited nature and how she's so aware of the little things around her but yet so oblivious to herself. I know, that sounds confusing but just go watch.<br /><br />She's really easy to fall in love with, as Paul Varjak quickly found out.<br /><br />So you ask, "what are the things that make you cringe?" Well, the fact that she was naive about how others felt about her and how she treated others just killed me, but it gets better. The fact that she runs from all her problems and forgets about them the next day, but it gets better. She building up all these feelings for an inevitable breakdown.<br /><br />What else do I love about her? The fact that she sleeps with tasseled ear plugs, then answers the door and has a conversation with them in, oblivious to the fact that they are still <span style="font-style: italic;">in!!</span> And then says, "Fred darling, what did you say?"<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>How she keeps a nameless cat, but constantly lives as somebody she's really not. Lula May or Holly Golightly? She doesn't know....she just needs her weekly trip to Tiffany's and her nightly date to keep her "safe".<br /><br />In the end she realized who she was, who she loved and why she loved. Really, she's quite the conundrum. But aren't we all? We all have our little quirks about ourselves that I'm sure, annoy the shit out of our significant others and family members. But those are the things that make us unique and in the end, why we love each other.<br /><br />I'm still looking for my Holly Golightly.EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-23372614620678454822008-10-25T10:49:00.000-07:002008-10-25T11:30:02.122-07:00The Viking and some thoughts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS0g-4kkawleZHyojcU1Ar_rW8Ugs1e3rL7tXJiNH9VyBx9tZOxyFZMJVBN6sMZKKtr3An2TkvD8Q35rIPHwb24Uk2vYU6W2bkbz54RUkV_jHR-wKxIF3yNrXuFMNWrPn493SQDY7Etx2E/s1600-h/viking.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS0g-4kkawleZHyojcU1Ar_rW8Ugs1e3rL7tXJiNH9VyBx9tZOxyFZMJVBN6sMZKKtr3An2TkvD8Q35rIPHwb24Uk2vYU6W2bkbz54RUkV_jHR-wKxIF3yNrXuFMNWrPn493SQDY7Etx2E/s320/viking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261150781504868114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So we have all seen them from the crazy, wacky hometown sports guy, to the "no-shirt-number painted on the chest" guy to the "fake shoulder pads" guy and then theres this guy:<br />If you're a sports fan and you love your team, I get that. I love my team too. But I guess you can call me a more "subtle" fan than Mr. Viking over there. Not only did he look ridiculous but he acted even worse with the "boooooooms", and the ever so popular sound of a bell going off each time his team scored...and they lost. It was great cuz they played the Bears last week, which by the way is my football team, and they won.<br /><br />It was rad to see the look of defeat on a Vikings face.<br /><br />So I've been blogging for about a month now and I follow a few blogs to keep me busy and I just find it neat to read about other peoples lives and hear their random thoughts. You can, for a moment detach yourself from your life and live vicariously through them or put yourself in their shoes. Its pretty neat. I never thought reading about complete strangers' life would be so interesting!<br /><br />I had a moment of clarity and a reminder on a few things that I want out of my significant other. I think I'm kind of a picky person when it comes to choosing whom I date and become friends with and it comes from not wanting to settle. I realized lately that one of my "must haves" out of another person is someone who knows what they want out of life and themselves. I love spontaneity, challenge, and adventure. I laugh a lot so they need to as well. Life is all about change so I want someone who isn't afraid of change and will embrace it. I want a girl who will challenge me and who isn't afraid of challenge themselves. I was raised to love unconditionally and sometimes you feel its not worth it and don't see it right away but thats what unconditional love is, loving that person when you feel its impossible to love them.<br /><br />We all have things that we want but its those things that we need that make all the difference in the world.<br /></span>EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-8302929229123600592008-10-18T12:59:00.000-07:002008-10-18T13:02:27.424-07:00Cool Sunset<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig5yzlUHLshtwD4PWi6M_Frr4lAUm2lIJmm1ASgaMMAb9y8sBedcvB38uNDHWNtpm4VDervnVS-EynjvEy1s9nHcXre53lWuN9DpbwP6dZqJ0N5IbiSklP0phHmP3w1gNFyLqiWt5YBE6d/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig5yzlUHLshtwD4PWi6M_Frr4lAUm2lIJmm1ASgaMMAb9y8sBedcvB38uNDHWNtpm4VDervnVS-EynjvEy1s9nHcXre53lWuN9DpbwP6dZqJ0N5IbiSklP0phHmP3w1gNFyLqiWt5YBE6d/s320/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258586387723163618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">This is just one of the many views from where I work in Del Mar. One thing I've noticed is the sunsets are much clearer in the fall. I get to see sunsets every Friday and Saturday night. And ya know, they never get old!</span>EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-63881848917794764192008-10-15T10:28:00.000-07:002008-10-15T11:04:13.649-07:00Postseason baseball and footballSo I must say that one of my favorite times of the year is right now. Its middle October, and you got the NFL in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">midseason</span> and the world series is right around the corner. As most of you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dont</span> know, I am a big sports fan and I love having them be a part in my life. They are NOT my life but a piece of it. I'm not a big fan of "sports guy", where he or she, for that matter, gets depressed when their team loses. Now, I can understand some frustration when you might have some money on the line. ;) Oh, and hey, did you notice that my capitalization and punctuation is better in this post? How do you feel about that? Give me some feedback. Do you like the periods or the ......? I'll update the poll results when they're in. :) And that brings me to another point. The words their, there and they're. Am I the only one that gets irritated when adults don't know how to use them in a sentence when <span style="font-style: italic;">they're </span>describing something?? Just a pet peeve of mine, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thats</span> all. So I had a conversation with a friend I go to school with and we got to talking about what we're going to do after we graduate in April of next year. We both fancied the idea of continuing with school to further our education in golf and school in general. So if <span style="font-style: italic;">you're</span> wondering whats new with Eddie from the last post, <span style="font-style: italic;">there</span> you go! <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">That's</span> been on my mind as well as a few other million things ;) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ok</span>, back to my sports and my love for this season. For the next two weeks I'll be watching baseball(even though my Angels lost) on weekday nights and football on the weekends. Now only if I had the smell of fall in the air like I did in Boise, it would be perfect! Another thing I love about this time of year is when me and some best friends would go down to Old Chicago in downtown Boise and watch baseball for two straight weeks.<br /><br />So as I sit here in a coffee shop in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Encinitas</span>, CA, it reminds me of coffee shop life and working in a coffee shop. I worked at a local favorite coffee shop in Boise for 3 years during my early 20's and it was a great 3 years of my life. I worked mornings so I was off by noon at the latest everyday which allowed me to play a lot of golf and have a lot of free time. I had a rad girlfriend, who caddied for me in tournaments and it was just one of those times in my life that I look back on and just smile. I met a lot of customers, who turned into good friends and great business contacts. It was a job that required little responsibility, provided great <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ambiance</span> and opened up the door for other opportunities for employment. I love looking back at fun times in my life and getting lost in that moment as if you were almost <span style="font-style: italic;">there</span> again.<br /><br />As I finish this post, have you noticed that I italicized every <span style="font-style: italic;">there</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">their</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">they're</span>? Well if you didn't, go back and see if you can spot em out. <span style="font-style: italic;">There </span>isn't that many ;) Ok, I guess its time for me to research some stuff about school. Enjoy your day! Goodnight now!<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929093998685442060.post-46590863698148720742008-10-10T19:28:00.001-07:002008-10-10T19:47:14.371-07:00THE...First Blog....show some respect<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span>....I know, I know, I know....I guess i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">shoulda</span> wrote in this a long time ago but I always think of some stupid excuse not to. So here goes. My friend Kristin, started writing a blog and she begged, pleaded, and insisted that I start one too so I guess I gotta find out what I'm missing. Or I guess what you, the reader, is missing...right? Who knows. So as I sit here watching baseball I think back on what a interesting year it has been in my life. I moved to San Diego late December last year to write another chapter in my life. I came down here to become a golf professional and will finish that endeavor in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">APril</span> of 2009...pretty cool eh? So if you ever need lessons or just wanna BS about golf, or even better yet, hire me, let me know. So <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i'm</span> from Boise, ID and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'm</span> used to the seasons so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">i'm</span> kinda missing the crisp mornings <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">i've</span> grown to love. Don't get me wrong, I love it here but i do miss the seasons. And yes, i know about my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">punctuation</span> and capitalization but ya know, its soooo much easier to just write without hitting shift all the damn time....you'll live. Back to my story. I lived here before but it was different because 2 of my best friends moved with me when we were 19 so it was easy to adjust cuz they were here. I'm 28 now and came down by myself ready and excited for the adventure. I love it here but I do miss my social circle i had back home....i guess they say it takes about a year to get that social circle going in a new place...hmmm its been 10 months...guess i'm on my way....i've definitely learned a lot about myself and continue to learn stuff about myself and who im becoming as an adult...its pretty cool actually....i remember thinking when i was 18 how weird its gonna be to be "older" but i dont really feel that old....i am definitely looking forward to 30..i dont know why yet, it just sounds cool...all but 2 of my close friends are 30 so i guess i have the fever.....anyways, so i guess thats gonna be my first official entry and sign off until next time...goodnight now!EMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111391989914263496noreply@blogger.com3