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Friday August 20th

// August 20th, 2010 // No Comments » // Animals, Me Time

Hello 012Like any other day for me Friday started out with me asking Dodger is he wanted to go for a walk. His answer is always the same. He wags his tail and begins to bark at me as if he is saying yes. So I get up, make some coffee, take a shower and then off we go for our morning walk.

Neither one of us slept very good last night because DEXTER was being filmed down the street from me, which meant there was plenty of noise all day long. Early Thursday morning they began to set up for the film shoot and right away my day started out rough. Like most people I really hate being woke up. Once up and mad I made some coffee only to realize that I did not have any cream. This meant leaving sooner to walk Dodger, so I could get my cream and not worry about him going in the apartment.

Like me Dodger was grumpy, as soon as we were out the front door to the building he began to bark at the people parking trucks and setting up for the film shoot. Since I was way more pissed then he was I didn’t tell him to stop and I gave him just enough slack on his leash to scare the crap out of them. This is when I was told that I could not walk him down the street where I live.

“Sir we are setting up and need for you to walk your dog some place else.” I was told

Now why in the world would this woman speak to me? Her and her fuckin crew just woke me up, it was 6:30AM and I was out of cream for my coffee. I simply looked at her like I did not hear a word she said.

“Sir!!! Did you hear what I just said?” raising her voice like she was agitated.

I turned around and looked at her, by this time she was right behind me and I said “Do you own this street? You only paid for there to be no parking on this street is that correct? So where in the fuck do you get off telling me I can’t walk my dog on the street where I live?”

Before I would allow her to answer, I reminded her that people live in the building where she and her crew had set up shop in the walkway, blocking the residents from exiting and entering the building. I then told her that I did not appreciate being rudely awaken by laughter and cigarette smoke, nor did I like her yelling at me like I was someone on her little staff.

“You dont own this street lady, so do not walk up behind me like your name is Mrs. Hollywood, furthermore stop making al this damn noise.”

Dodger was growling at  her the entire time and as I turned to walk away he barked a few times as if he was telling her “Now shut the hell up talking to us, trick.”

This morning was very different, there was no noise, no film project, no rude lady and I had cream for my coffee. When IHello 004walked outside there was no one to tell me that I could not walk Dodger on my street. In fact Dodger and I saw a few of his little friends and each of talked about how the filming of DEXTER was a complete pain the ass while our dogs played with each other.

After our visit with our friends and after of long walk, Dodger and I sat on the sofa while I read my book and Dodger attacked his new toy until he fell asleep. I was with him in that one. I read about three chapters and took a nap as well.

I was napping very well until my phone rang. It was my friend Natalie wanting to stop by and drop off the recycling she had in her trunk. She saves her plastic bottles for me and I am able to use this for pocket change. To be very honest this pocket changed has paid my gas bill for the past year, so it has been well worth the trouble to bag the plastic bottles up.

Dodger and I went out for another walk shortly after seeing Natalie and this time we were gone for about an hour. We also packed some cold water in my backpack to pass out to homeless people while we were out. Just like always we had the chance to speak to some pretty cool and interesting homeless people and as always we ran out of water before we knew it.

I wanted to get a head start of the work that I need to get done for my outreaches, but for some reason I really knew I needed to be away from my apartment to get this done. So I counted the change that I had in my change jar which was just enough to buy an iced tea and one refill at the local cafe not too far from my apartment.

As soon as I walked in the front door of the cafe, I heard someone call me name. Right away I saw a face I had not seen in such a long time and by long I mean since I graduated from Santa Monica High in 1987. I spent the afternoon sitting with someone I knew from high school and after our little visit I must say that this person is not someone I know now and is not anyone I would want to have in my life. It’s always funny to me how I run into people I knew when I was in high school and I walk away feeling like “wow, you are just like you were in high school………..childish”

Hello 007I moved away over to the window of the cafe to try to get some work done. I was able to complete some things, but after a while I gave up and decided to blog. It’s a beautiful day here, the sun is shinning, warm, but not uncomfortable. My tea was nice and cold and I had a great time being out of the apartment.

I will say that I truly miss living in Santa Monica, there is just something so nice about living near the water. Something cool about being able to just walk down to the beach and sit near the water. Something so nice about being able to walk to internet cafe’s and libraries. Something very cool about the smell of the air. However today after sitting here at the spendy cafe I now know there is something nice about being able to walk just a few blocks away to see all the fancy people rush by in their fancy cars. Something nice about sipping ice tea while listening to people talk about how great their life is, but complain about their relationships or job, something nice about hearing people talk about things that sound like so much fun, but they sound so unhappy or unfulfilled.

There is something so nice about just being able to be happy, simply content with who I am and where my life is. Something so cool about having Dodger waiting for me to come home, something so cool about the little things in my life, something so cool about knowing that there is so much more to life then news, weather, sports and money.

I guess what I am saying is that there is something really cool about having peace, something really cool about living a life of purpose. Something very cool about knowing who you are, something very cool about completing yourself. There is just something very cool about being in love with all aspects of who you are and knowing that at the end of the day all the fancy shit dont matter.

So while I would love to be living in Santa Monica, I am happy with where I am now and I am not going to postpone beingHello 016 happy until…….. My “happy” is right now, it is every single day.

Bad Eyes or Bad Camera?

// June 9th, 2010 // No Comments » // Me Time

Wine & Jazz 002Last night was the kick off for the Wine & Jazz at Hollywood and Highland last night and it was pretty cool kick off. My met Natalie there, but before she arrived I was able to hang out and take some pictures. I also bumped into someone who has been reading my blog for a while now and she offered to get a wine and cheese box for the both of us if I would drink the second glass of wine.

KJAZZ FM sponsors the jazz concerts at Hollywood and Highland and ProjectWine & Jazz 005 Angel Food runs and operates the wine booth with all the proceeds benefiting their organization. For those who don’t know, Project Angel Food is a program that provides awesome meals daily to people who are homebound because of HIV or AIDS and other serous illnesses. For a mere $10 you get two glasses of wine and a snack box of cheeses, crackers, fresh fruit and nuts and ever single cent goes to Project Angel Food. SWEET!!!  I was able to have a really cool conversation with friend, take some cool pictures before Natalie arrived as well as hear some awesome  jazz.

Wine & Jazz 001Natalie arrived around 8PM, but this time I was on the second level enjoying the view. The entertainment was on break, so when she walked over to find me, we too were able to have a cool conversation and catch up a little. She works really long days and we’ve been unable to hang out as much. Having the chance to hang was really cool and once we were done with jazz we grabbed a bite to eat at Mel’s.

I shoot with a Canon Powershot and I have been nothing but happy with thisWine & Jazz 015camera. However I guess I should have asked way more questions when I purchased the camera. I guess this really would not have made a big difference because I purchased it from Fry’s and they don’t have a great reputation for customer service and I am pretty sure they would not have been able to answer any questions that I may have had about the camera.

Wine & Jazz 021I’ve had this camera since late 2007. I lost mine in a fist fight down on Skid Row after the Union Rescue Mission refused to honor a bed ticket they issued. Someone who reads my blog and really likes the pictures I take was kind enough to buy me this camera. Right now I have over 20,000 pictures on my Flickr page, but I know I’ve take far more pictures then this.

Last year before moving into my apartment the lens on my camera startingWine & Jazz 023going out, but the price to replace it is far, far more then I could ever afford. So in order not to let the camera totally die on me, I really started slowing down on the amount of pictures I’ve been taken. Now this has worked for the most part, but in the last three months I’ve seen a huge change in the quality of the pictures I’ve been taking.

Wine and Jazz gave me the chance to really test to see if the camera is going or if my eyes are going. I will say that I think it is a bit of both. LOL. The last month I’ve been going out trying to take some awesome pictures and for the most part I’ve been very unhappy with the end result. So last night was a huge and final test for the camera. I love my night shots, so this was a chance to really test if it was my eyes or my camera.

Wine & Jazz 024Now I know my eyes are bad, but my camera is just no longer taking the awesome pictures and no matter what I did last night all the pictures I took just look lame. This really sucks for me because my pictures have become such a huge part of what I do for those who read my blog, they are a major part of my blogs. They help me to paint the picture of what I am talking about.

For now my pictures will only be for my my community work and no longer for picture safari’s or anything like this will simply have to wait until I am able to purchase a new camera.Wine & Jazz 033

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