LOVE ALL. SERVE ALL.

“One of the illusions of life is that the present hour is not the critical, decisive hour. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly, until he knows that every day is Doomsday.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

I love this quote.
It’s powerful.
And it’s true.
Life is so short.

We spend our lives
Worrying,
Regretting,
Doubting,
Arguing,
Hating…

We take it for granted too often
That we will always have another day
But the truth of the matter is
There may not be a tomorrow for you or I

It’s time to let go.
Time to embrace the moments.
They are oh so fleeting.
And that’s what makes them special.
Cherish life.
It begs to be loved.

Gone But Not Forgotten

It is with a sad
And heavy heart
That I post tonight.
A bond and friendship of two years
Came to a bitter end tonight.
That’s right.
Death hath reared his ugly untimely head.
My poor soccer cleats saw their last game tonight.
Midgame the right cleat started to blow out.
I did what I could to fix him.
Tape and love
I gave him both
But I’m no doctor
And the wound was too great.
He fell before halftime.
Then during the second half
The left cleat
Apparently couldn’t bear to go on any longer.
Mourning the loss of his brother
He didn’t have the strength to carry on either.
He too blew out.
My two faithful friends,
My kinsman,
Hideously mangled and gone in one brief moment.
My heart aches.

Funeral services will be held tomorrow at noon.
Punch and pie will be served.
Please dress accordingly.

May angels lead you in,
Hear you me my friends…
-Jason

Bicyle Built for Two?

So this wondrous monstrosity
Showed up outside my apartment the other day.
And I’ve been staking it out for the past week.
Because I figure one of two things are possible
Regarding the owner of this bike

1. They are a giant.
OR…
2. They have arms attached to their head.

The anticipation of finding out is killing me.

When we were young,
Our words were innocent…
-Jason

www.dickssportinggoods.com

Quick word of advice for you all…
If you are ever at work
And suddenly get the urge to check and see
If your local Dick’s Sporting Goods store
Has an item in stock
Don’t get over excited
Or in a frenzy to find out
And type in www. dicks.com
Because I’m here to tell you
That is definitely not the website you want.
And you may have to explain to your supervisor
Why that url was in your browser history.
Causing awkwardness and embarrassment all around.
Heed my warning.

You were my heart,
Then it  failed me…
-Jason

Meg Outtakes

I had a shoot yesterday with my beautiful and wonderful friend Meg.
I thought I’d share some of the outtakes from the day with y’all.
Edits from the shoot will be up during the coming week.

Oatmeal

I hate my dish bowls.
Seriously, they look nice
But they can’t do the simple task
For which they were designed for
And that is to hold food!
Okay, so maybe that’s a bit of an overstatement
They hold food,
Just not the amount of food that I wish they would.
Lately I’ve been on this oatmeal kick
Not really sure why.
Maybe my old age is catching up with me?
First oatmeal for every meal
Then next thing you know
I’m walking with a cane
Wearing dentures
And having strangers change my Depends
And read to me at night
Hmmmm…
That actually sounds mildly appealing.
But I digress.

You see the bowl will hold
The allotted 1 cup of water needed for the oatmeal
But, here’s the kicker.
As soon as I put the two packets of oatmeal into the bowl
The water displaces
Causing it and the oatmeal to flood
Over and onto my kitchen counter.
Making a mess
And aggravating the crap out of me.

Of course, maybe I’m being hasty in laying the blame on the bowl
Maybe it’s not the dish bowls fault at all
Maybe the root of the problem really lies with Mr. Quaker
And the serving size of each oatmeal packet.
If the folks at General Mills were a little less stingy with their oats
And took the time to realize
That a single packet of oatmeal
Is by no means enough to feed someone
Then maybe, people like me
Wouldn’t be trying to force two packets of oatmeal
Into a bowl that’s the size of a gumdrop
And that’s clearly not equipped to handle such a load.
A packet designed at a 1.5 serving would be just right.

You know, this dilemma
Reminds me of my other serving size arch-nemesis…
The ketchup packet!
Oh the little devil.
He’s plagued me for years.
I mean, seriously, why on earth make them so small?
What does one ketchup packet really do for you?
You open it
Squeeze it
And out comes the teensiest
Tiniest teardrop of ketchup.
Enough ketchup for about two french fries!
Maybe three, if you’re super savvy
And ration it appropriately.
What the crap?
I hate that I have to spend 10 minutes
Opening up like 15 packets
Before I can even enjoy my take home meal.
Why not just make giant ketchup packets?
I mean if elementary schools can serve milk in a bag
Why can’t Heinz harness that same technology
And make a super ketchup packet?
You feel me?

Looks like Mr. Quaker and Mr. Heinz
Will be getting an email from me!
Wait! Do Quakers have email?

The plans I make
Still have you in them…
-Jason

1 AM

It’s 1 am
And here I sit
Wide wide wide… awake!
Insomnia apparently is my unconditional friend.
No matter how hard I try to rid myself of her
She always comes back with open arms
And swallows me in her embrace.
I guess that’s true love.
No use in fighting it.

I’m currently listening to Trevor Hall’s new album.
And it is absolutely crushing me.
Words can’t do it justice.
I mean, some artists and songs
Try really really hard.
(The Jonas Brothers)
Some don’t try enough.
(The Jonas Brothers)
But somehow Trevor’s music
Just seems to show up.
It doesn’t feel labored over at all
But it is still so HEAVY!
And it just weighs on you.
But in a good way.
I mean if he wanted to
He could go for something bigger
But he doesn’t
Because it would just be…  bigger.
And who needs bigger?
It’s hard enough to move as it is.

His songs are small.
And enormous at the same time.
Kinda like a clown car or a twinkie
Packing a lot into a little.
Or better yet,
More like a poisonous dart
They hit you quietly,
And before you know it,
You can’t see
Or move.
Or think.

More music should be like that.
Paralyzing and perfect.


Only in the darkness,
Can you see the stars ablaze…
-Jason