Breaking from my break

Initially when I was first staring at my so called break in the eyes, I told myself I would relax, sleep and get some writing done. I've earned at most 0.5 points out of a possible 3. The 0.5 coming from effort.

What I'm most disappointed about is the lack of interaction between pen and paper. I was planning on doing a lot of my own writing, try to blog about better things, and even continue the planning of the novel I am trying to create. Yes, I know...I'm slipping and tripping.

Now for ironies sake, like I have done before, I'm going to blog about the fact that I have nothing to say right now. It annoys me when I have nothing to really say or contribute. I like to think that my writing entertains whoever reads it (God bless you), but right now I'm unsure about what to give my non-existent audience to laugh at or think about.

By extension, this makes me start thinking about what is important, what I could possibly blog about. Believe me, blogging ain't easy...(I know that's untrue). What makes this even funnier to me anyways, is that I'm currently listening to Finger Eleven's song called 'Talking to the Walls'. Funny because that is probably what I'm doing.

Light bulb just went off in my head. I'm still on break, so I can still write, sleep and potentially relax. In fact, I'm writing right now, so that counts for something, right? Right?

What I'm saying folks, is it isn't over, New Years is still 50 hours away, the weekend hasn't began, and we have more time than we think, even when we are going to work and school. Trust me on it. Make the minutes count, enjoy the rest of your break, and have fun! You still can! You probably always can...

All Dressed

Today and yesterday I had an interesting conversation and thought. It's come across my mind multiple times, being normal that is...well I ask you, what is normal?

I think it's almost impossible to find something truly normal. Sure things have similarities and all, but everything also has differences. Sometimes clear, sometimes not, but every single item, person, whatever on this planet, is distinguishable in some way or another, that would separate, differentiate from the rest. An oddity perhaps, whatever. Point is...this distinguishable difference, would be contrary to 'normal'. That isn't really a bad thing if you ask me. 

Especially since today, I had an encounter with someone talking about regularity. And also, how crazy someone (me...others too) can be. And then I started thinking about a phrase: "Regular people [don't]..."

Regular people. Who are regular people, those that clock in and out, 9-5, drink tea every afternoon, read the paper, eat food, call it a day? To me, that sucks, and so I write this.

All Dressed

Regular people come home at 4.
Well I sometimes come home at 5.

Regular people do their work.
Well I sometimes take on extra tasks.

Regular people are linear.
Well sometimes I'm circular.

Regular people like routine.
Well sometimes I'm sporadic.

Regular people are busy.
Well sometimes I'm bored

Regular people like to walk.
Well sometimes I like to run.

Regular people do their jobs.
Well sometimes I have fun.

Regular people go to sleep.
Well I sometimes dream.

Regular people are normal.
Well I guess I'm not.
And I could care less.
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And really, why would I care? Billions of people inhabit this Earth and if we were all just regular, that would be boring, and a travesty. What about those not-so regular people that put in the extra hour, or enjoy the extra hour? What about those not-so regular people that like to express themselves a little more explicitly, or loudly. What about those not-so regular people that write and read and draw. What about those not-so regular people that have a bed time? What about those not-so regular people?

Well what I think, is that those not-so regular people, make a difference. And that's why they are the leaders, role models and inspirational people in the world.

You don't need to conform. I don't want to be regular or normal. I want to make a difference, I want to be irregular, I want to be me.

Go...

This one isn't my poem, it isn't my writing, but it's definitely a piece I strive for.  Recently, I don't know why, but I've been searching and grasping for some type of inspiration, so I started watching motivational videos. I was reminded by this piece as well, and decided to share.

Be who you are, do what you believe, trust your heart; you are unstoppable.

Mother Teresa's Anyway Poem

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centered;
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and your God;
It was never between you and them anyway.
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Anyone interested in the inspirational video, here it is:

We all at some point question ourselves, wonder why or where, and that is okay. Normal, in fact it shows we care. Just keep on chugging. Don't need no money, sleep or even words. Just heart. So next time you have a bad day or need some extra motivation, just remember these humble words.

You always got to really want it. Be passionate, and keep going.

Suppressed

Suppressed 

Breathe
It keeps your thoughts at bay
Your head on straight
It keeps you alive

Breathe
It keeps you on your feet
And heats the cold
It lets you stand

Breathe
It lets the air crystallize
Into a small cloud
It lets you optimize

Breathe
It will tranquilize
And desensitize
It will let the fog descend

Breathe
It lets you sigh
Stay at ease
It lets you fly

Breathe
It keeps your pillow dry
It deceives the eyes

Breathe
Because it keeps you alive

Sleep

Closed eyes tell a story.

Sleep

I hate sleep
It evades me
Taunts me
And reminds me

It closes my eyes
And retells today
As if it were yesterday
It turns tomorrow, into today

  
It tells me stories
That I only wish of
Stories I do not want to hear
Tragic stories of happiness

It leaves me, lingering
In fear of my lack
In frustration of my excess

My thoughts, that yearn

Sleep
I hate it

Only because I love it's dreams.

Art

My ink comes from blood and tears.  

Art

Art
Art is creative
Art is personal
But where does it come from?

Strokes on a page
This is my art.

It comes from the glimmer of light
The power within
The persistent fear
And the heart.

It comes from the hunger of knowledge
The insidiousness of words
The trickery of rhetoric
And the foolishness of love.

It comes from the shattered mirrors
And the broken child
And the shredded hope
Heartbreak.

It comes from death
And fright
And yearning
From the broken soul.

It comes from clear water
Tall trees
The sun, sky, moon
And tainted homes.

It's beautiful
It's loved

I cringe
I cry

Art
It comes from me
And is only for you.

Dormant

Sometimes it hits you, other times you get hit.

Dormant

Inspiration lies in all nooks and crannies
It lurks in shadows
Floats in clouds
Dances with the wind
And even falls with rain
It shines with the sun
And glimmers from faces
Emphasized by actions
Sometimes conscious
Sometimes subconscious
Inspiration is something special
And is derived from only special things
Special actions
Special people
I was inspired
I was deeply and gravely touched
Because deceit, no
Not deceit, but surprises
And inspiration live in many things
I was sure of it here
And it was only exponentially greater
Than what I had expected
The simplicity yet the complexity
Is nothing but overwhelming
Just looking into the face
Of this inspiration
It makes me smile
And my eyes to swell
It makes you nothing
And the world everything
Your heart heavy
And your head, light
What one may see
What I saw, was amazing
And pure of goodness
And heart
But it was only escalated
By simplicity and complexity
Now what is simplicity?
To most, it is nothing
To me, it is everything
What is this complexity?
The knowledge
Learning, what you did not know before
It fills me with want
To do more
Because it needs to be done
Because inspiration
This inspiration
Deserves the world
And nothing short of the best
This inspiration
Deserves to be let loose
To the world
And engulf and materialize
In front of our eyes
This inspiration
Is of a magnitude
That is almost unheard of
Because of its
Kindness, humbleness
Greatness
Most of all
Its simplicity
And its complexity
This inspiration
Is locked inside my heart
Forever and ever
And it will
Receive its exponential dues

The Unknown

Just felt it, can't say it. 

The Unknown

There it is, not under your bed
You're not quite sure what
Or where
But it's taking over

It's all in your head

Try to be strong
So you pick up a pen
You scribble the words
In invisible ink

That are all in your head

The tingle continues
A wrench in your throat
A stomach waiting to be untied
And nostalgia with every beat

Courses into your head

You fear what you see
For it is unknown
A desire to fly
Straight into it's bliss

It rests in your head

But let it come true
This wish

And I only hope
For this

My dream

Direction

Another I like(d)

Direction

Passion
It drives me, it will drive you
The passion to do
That is what is needed
Passion, but to discover passion
To identify passion
How insidious it is
It slips right through our hands
Through our nose
Into our mind
And rages through our heart
Passion
It is abstract
An art
And comes in variety
Passion
For what?
Passion, for this
For that
My passion
Cannot be your passion
Bring me a walking stick
For I must walk
Amongst the deserts
Through the violent winds of sun
Through the peeking light of dusk
And the sneaking shimmer of dawn
Traverse over hills
Of trails and peaks of snow
Across the deciduous
And the leaves of the plain
Over the dry cracked street
Over raging oceans
And through beasts
Bring me a stick
And I shall create
Passion
Bring me a stick
For I must find and walk
I must walk
Far away, with nothing
And come back with everything
However, with no more weight than before
Passion
I must return, to do
Who am I?
Passion
My passion
Cannot be your passion

Simplify

Sticking with poetry....

Simplify


Page 21 of an old text
Bound by an invisible longevity
One that is waiting to be conquered
But to this day, I stay perplexed.

I factorize with utmost care
Follow step by step to simplify
To find and solve
But still, the result shuns resolve.

For two plus two can simplify to two pairs;
With fluidity and ease.
But introduce a group of three
And the square becomes isosceles.

Two of the same degree,
Staring at each other with grace.
The third that spoils, hopefully;
Forever doomed in it's place.

I waste in circles,
Searching for my solution.
Wishing for the wrong to be right
And the right to be wrong.

I know that my correct
Will not be
And that the incorrect
Is all I see.

And I can only hope
That this triangle
Will subtract for additions sake,
And become my circle

<< END >>

Sometimes

This is a poem I wrote, a while ago. 

"Actions speak louder than words"

Sometimes

Sometimes, words are not enough
Sometimes, a clever phrase isn't of interest
Sometimes, they only show, half the story; if not less
Sometimes, we try so hard and we do our best
Sometimes, we do everything right, but we fall
Sometimes, we are impeccable
But sometimes, so are others
Sometimes, the right move, seems wrong
Sometimes, the wrong move seems right
And sometimes, the truth just hides
Sometimes, we do not believe
Sometimes, words are not enough
For when failure strikes
And failure is normal
Even when things are done right
And sometimes, words just aren't enough
Sometimes we win the game
Sometimes we lose
Sometimes we lose more than the game
Sometimes we lose something without a number
And sometimes, it even hurts
When lives are taken
Not only with death, but grief and fear
When lives are stolen
Of hope and faith
Sometimes, life is turmoil
Words just aren't enough
Sometimes, it starts to rain
And scream with pathetic fallacy
Sometimes the sun is covered
By gray clouds and fog
Sometimes, the path is not clear
Sometimes things need to turn
Sometimes we need to turn left
Sometimes we need to turn right
And sometimes, we even need a break
Sometimes we need to stop
Sometimes there is a red light
Sometimes there is a green
And sometimes, even white
Sometimes you will be guided
And sometimes you must guide
Sometimes, words are not enough
For when you see beauty
Your life and its fragrance
Words cannot describe
Sometimes, silence is all we have
Sometimes, we cry
Sometimes, we smile
Sometimes we have no control
Sometimes we do
So write what you can

Don't let it be writ

Dreamer 2.0

I previously wrote a piece entitled the same thing 'Dreamer', and it says the same story. I was reminded of the story today and I don't know why, but I wanted to retell it.

Just like any random grain of rice that tips a scale, it begins with background information that makes you question, 'Where is this going?' Back when I heard this story, I thought the same thing, especially because I was younger and not as mature as I can claim to be today. However even then, this story struck a nerve. It opened my eyes and in a sense opened my mind to once again, think a little more deeply. This story really touched me.

I learned about this story in a language class. I would take a class outside of school to sit down and learn the intricacies of language, and much like any other language class, this one was very interactive. My teacher was also a great person who would always try to incorporate little nibblets we can think about, just because sometimes thinking is good for you. Not to mention, we'd somehow get to the point where we discuss how we can be better people; this aspect of the class, I really enjoyed.

On this particular day, my teacher wanted to tell us a story about a jokester. Somehow we ended up focusing on themes or words for each lesson when we went off on tangents like this, and for some cheesy reason, today's was love, or compassion. This actually peaked my interest even more, I wanted to see where this was going. So here it is:

A long long time ago, it took place when people were still in tribes and often moved around. The story keyed in on a particular group of course, a very small group of people. Now everyone in the group knew each other, it very much was a community, family-like feel. Not only this, but everyone in this group, were very kind people, they were very keen and intelligent people. They would always be trying to look out for one another, make things easier for one another and just coexist in a fashion which maximizes the peace amongst themselves. They were also very humble people that cared for the elephants and the ants, just as if they too were humans.

Now within that group existed many characters, of course. Their was the leader of the group, he was the man that everyone trusted when it was time to move to a different place, or went to advice. He was very skillful at reading between the lines and making calculated moves for the benefit of the group. Their were also men that built houses, crafted stones and more.

Also amongst the group was a younger man, who would do the odd jobs around the village. He would rotate amongst the various groups in attempts to help each of them in turn. He was a very compassionate, intelligent and hard working member of the village, but he was also a firecracker. Sometimes other people in the village thought of him as immature, or foolhardy because this young man would often play pranks or tricks on the other villagers. And he would also often speak nonsensically, about things that the others did not deem important.

Now this young man never played pranks in order to harm or befuddle the brothers that he lived with. He just wished to provide a light spirited atmosphere, and give his brothers a chance to smile and laugh through somewhat taxing days.

Pranks that he would play would include hiding villagers things in hay and once he even tricked a villager into eating a flower. All his pranks were of good humour and nature to himself, and many times other villagers would chuckle at his gestures.

One day, following another one of the young mans pranks, the group of villagers decided to hold a meeting. All of them gathered one evening, all except the young man. They all agreed that the young mans actions were unacceptable, they were immature and that he was not serious about his work. He was not serious enough, period. All his pranks and jokes needed to be stopped. They all decided to go to the young man to discipline him, and that if he did not abide, that they would leave him behind.

After the group concurred they started to the young mans house, only to be stopped by the leader of the group. He paused and asked them where they were going and what they were doing. One of the villagers responded by explaining the pranks of the younger villagers, and how he must be spoken with. The leader frowned, and looked at the members of the group. 'Don't be foolish' he said.

The leader took the group aside and set them down and began to address and asked them 'Do you have any idea how much people love him?' The group remained silent. 'Have you seen his family?' The group remained silent. 'How much nature and our surroundings appreciates him?' The group again, remained silent. The leader began to answer the questions for his fellow brothers.

'I know you all mean well, however you have taken little consideration of him. I asked you if you know how much people love him, and I see you all put on a blank stare. I ask you if you have seen his family, in his heart, we are his family. He is kind to us all, the animals and trees. He works very hard to make each and every one of us smile. As a family member, he wants to see us all happy, smiling, laughing. Not only this, but he conceals himself from everyone else. Have we ever seen him blunder with work? Leave a comrade to suffer? Never. He toils for us, and in return, from time to time, he plays pranks to see his brothers laugh. Aside from that, we do not know what he could possibly be thinking or doing. When he is not playing pranks or working outside, what is he doing? He sits in his hut all day, preparing food, reading or pondering, about these serious and important tasks. He is a free spirited boy, with a heavy heart. How do we repay him for making our work lighter, and our smiles larger?' The leader stood up and began to walk away. 'Please be careful with your actions.'

The group of men sat down for a moment longer in silence, thinking to themselves. Whispers flew from amongst them and they all stood up smiling and walked back to their work.

I can't help but make a comment now (yes the story is over). If we look now, in such a technologically advanced time, one of great 'importance'. Where do we stand now? Are we judgmental? All I can say, is be kind, for we don't know what is in the heart of another. Be that positive vibe, be that lighthearted spirit for others.

I really hope you enjoyed that. I did.

An uncrossed 't' is an 'l'

Rhetoric is awesome. For those of you that are unfamiliar with the word, rhetoric is pretty much the art of language and communication. Now I'd be the first to say that I am an English nerd, and there would probably be hundreds to affirm that...but I'm totally proud to be one.

You see, mastering the art of rhetoric is useful, very useful. The art of language is more than just knowing how to say a few words and create a sentence and it's much more than writing one too. It's all about comprehension, of yourself, and others.

I have every desire to be an English teacher one day, because I find this fascinating and I want to show people just how ambiguous words and statements can be (obviously that isn't the only reason). I can ask many people, why they think they study English and common answers are that 'we have to', or because 'we need to know the language'. Both those answers are right, but not the main reason for the study of English.

Critical thinking. It's all about being able to think, make connections and find meaning. Any one can learn to read and write, and those are important skills, but studying English for so long is to help you think critically, find meaning and formulate opinions. This is totally important in ever single way, especially in a life where we have to communicate! When it comes to work, relations, even with yourself, communication is key! And try to imagine a life without an opinion...just as a sheep following the fox into it's home...yeah.

If you can't understand what you're saying, how on earth will someone else? And if others cannot understand you, what is the point in saying anything? Communication is important. And if you don't understand that the guy selling you the car is giving you a lemon on wheels, you're probably going to end up like that poor sheep.

Now, I didn't want to just write a blog on why we learn English, what I wanted to comment on, was the merits of being good at it, the merits of rhetoric. When you have it mastered, it allows you to think deeply, calculate moves well in advance, and pick up things that others don't. I mean, people always complain about being busy, you do too, don't lie to yourself. But their always comes an instance, where you get that phone call, text, message, whatever during a non-busy moment saying 'Hey...can you help me with this/want to go do this/can you _____' and you counter with, "Aww, I'd love to...but I'm busy". You know you've done this...I've done this...everyone does this! Just ask Margaret Wente.

Another example is boredom. That's just a polite word to say "I WANT TO DO SOMETHING'. You know that when your buddy asks you 'what's up' and you tell them "I'm bored'...it's a subliminal way to say "Let's fricking do something....or do you have any ideas to get me out of this 'boredom?''

Their are just so many ways, and instances to say things. So many ways things can be perceived, and that is why rhetoric and understanding language becomes important. Plus, you look smart when you understand things! I mean...just look at me...people think I'm smart! Hah!

Being able to understand and communicate allows you to do many things, you know. It allows you to get around those awkward situations, even gives you confidence to say things. Lawyers and politicians are great at rhetoric. That's because it is their job to uncover or even twist the truth. Now you don't need to be a lawyer or politician to be good at language, but you do need to be able to think.

Thinking is what allows you to be good at anything really, although too much thinking is bad...and I'll tell you why some other time. But if you're able to think and comprehend, you're over half way through the game. I was marking tests for a class a week or so ago. People lost many marks on their tests, just because they incorrectly answered a question. They were unable to comprehend.

Those that can understand, are picking things out of books and conversations like pins in a haystack. They make these crazy connections which make them look genius like and almost as if they can see into the future. Being able to understand language, allows you to say something, and even anticipate what will happen next. For instance, after you're done reading this useless blog, you're going to say 'Wow...That was stupid/This guys insane but...kind of cool'.

Trust me, being a master of language, communication, comprehension will get you far. It opens up bags of tricks you had no idea about! Remember, an uncrossed 'T' is just an 'L/I'....unless that's what you want it to be.

Think about that...my rice is ready.

A little more than a minute...

See I didn't know what to blog about today...until my wonderful cousin suggested the topic of food. She says that 'every meal is an experience!'

My initial reaction was 'Psssht...food...I'm hungry.' Seriously, I figured if I wanted to talk about food, I'd need to have one of those awesome experiences, you know...like the ones you see on the Food Network's 'The Best Thing I Ever Ate'. You know it's cool...and gets your stomach going.

However, knowing that I really had nothing to write about, and with food now on my mind, I started to think a little. Food. What could I write about food? Then I remembered that for whatever reason, I skipped lunch today and my stomach was getting very angry at me...I was getting very angry at me! 

The wondrous thing about food, is just how blatantly it can affect us. For instance, having that unbelievable pile of wings with your buddies could be a memory that lasts a life time. Or perhaps grabbing coffee with a buddy. It's more than just the coffee. There is always something more. Having an outstanding, comforting or wholesome meal can easily melt away the drones of day. (Make sure you get your meals in!)

At the same time, what about the lackluster meals? I know when Momma puts the mundane on the table, like last night, I sit and start chewing like a cow. How can that possibly be an interesting experience? I wasn't able to answer that question, until my wondrous cousin said 'every meal is an interesting experience.' It is. It truly is.

Sitting there, chewing on bread as if it were 8 days stale along with a lifetime of the mundane solitude, you'd think nothing interesting would happen. I definitely didn't intend for anything interesting to happen...I mean, it was just dinner time, time to reload and eat and kind of stay alive. Then when I looked back at that 'boring' moment, sitting down and doing nothing but eating, I realized that at that moment, while eating, I went into deep thought.

Such a mundane meal along with an ultimately long and taxing day, I realized, I had an unintentional epiphany while eating. I started thinking about important things, at least what I think is important (school, work, life...cheesy things). Now what is important, is totally subjective and I'm not going to spell out what I was thinking about...I mean, my minute rice is almost done...I don't have time to tell you! (<<Remind me to blog about that...time, that is)

But seriously, it's interesting, even at the most boring times and the most mundane meals, your mind won't go to bed. You're going to continue to think, and where your mind takes you, could very well be miraculous, because it drifts to things that will definitely make you go 'Woah'. I can almost guarantee you'll subconsciously end up in some deep thought. Seriously. You'll feel almost genius like. It's interesting, so I challenge you to try it. I mean I know you can't try to have a boring meal and then monitor your thoughts, it won't work like that. But the next time you're bored, and then when you realize you're not bored...think about what just happened and what you just did.

If some of you think I'm crazy or a little...lunatic-like, which you probably will think (and should think), it's probably warranted...and I hope that next time you have dinner, you think about it. 

It's quite interesting. Every meal is interesting.

Put your money where your mouth is...

Roaring crowds singing the chants of teams, a parade downtown and an absolutely electric city raising a National/World championship! When was the last time that happened? 1993, happens to be the year after I was born.

The city of Toronto has boasted some pretty impressive sports teams on occasion, including the 1991-92-93 Blue Jays, the 2000 Raptors and of course the famous Toronto Maple Leafs have been good, but not great (except for maybe 2003...fricking Carolina...) and even more mediocre-crappy teams. For a casual sports fan, it sucks, for a hardcore sports fan...it's hell.

Point is, the greatest sports fans in Canada, and the world have been deprived of the success of champions for more than a decade. Last time we won anything, I was still in diapers! Therefore, that doesn't count!

Looking at the sports landscape now, from a Torontonian perspective, the Raptors are...young, and that's about it for us. Sure we have a decent core of complimentary/secondary guys, but we are lacking the real star power, it's not too bleak though. The Leafs on the other hand are thriving off a speed game and their outlook is looking much better, especially having missed the playoffs for 6 straight years! Hopefully we can snap that streak this year, but I'm not going to hold my breath for too much more, immediately anyways.

Yes, both these teams are doing better now, but who I really want to talk about is Alex Anthopolous, the Toronto Blue Jays and the man that they should be chasing with a large contract, benefits and a life time supply of fried chicken and donuts: Prince Fielder.

I'm a baseball fan, a big Jays fan, from the Gord Ash era to JP and now to Alex A. We've gone from meh, to crap to actually quite decent. Of course the Jays have to tough it out in the AL East, with the Red Sox and Yankees who are always paying for the top players from every direction. The Jays on the other hand, have always sat on their hands. This...until Anthopolous came along.

In a few short years, he's turned the ship around, and the Jays are probably the best team the city of Toronto has. Sad because not many people notice! We have a stud pitcher in Romero, a star in the making in Brett Lawrie, and quite easily the best player in the game, Jose Bautista. The team is talented beyond those 3, but in the division that we are in, additional fire power is definitely needed. I'm not talking about randoms, but real stars! Guys that are thumpers...and for the first time in a LONG time, maybe ever, the Jays would not have to compete with the Yankees and Red Sox for the services of the best players out on the free agent market; these players just happen to play the position that the Jays need to fill, and that their rivals have no business looking at.

Enter Prince Fielder. He's an MVP candidate. He's got power, he's got charisma and he's got the bat that would put the Jays on the map as contenders. Bringing him aboard would also show the city of Toronto that the Blue Jays are for real. That they're more than just a business run by Rogers, and that they are in it to win it too. Making this type of move puts a smile on all the faithfuls and even draws more fans!

The inability to spend in prior years has been worrisome, as Rogers always fields a half decent team, but with no real light. That light is finally here, and it's coming from the shiny teeth of Prince Fielder. Sure offering him a contract would be a large sum of money...but hey, I'm not paying for him...and neither are you. In fact, it's barely a dent in the armour that Rogers wears as well. If we don't make a move now, I'd be hard pressed to think that we EVER will. Plus, if it doesn't work out PERFECTLY...the Blue Jays have a genius working for them, one that dumped the albatross contract of Vernon Wells for something more than a bag of Doritos. But even then, we're talking about bringing in a potential MVP candidate here...I mean he only hits 40 home runs, drives in over a century, sports a nice batting average..and lets be honest, watching him run is a treat too!

The time is right, the time is now. Prince is waiting!

And Jays fans, you want to drive a point home, you want to win? You want to see the best lineup in baseball, featuring Bautista-Fielder-Lawrie? I can see opposing pitchers shivering in their tights already! Sign this petition, and let Rogers know!

http://www.jaysfanswantfielder.com/

Come on Rogers, get me to the ball game!

Pre-Meal Banter

Sitting around at the mythical time of 11:11, doing nothing but searching for something, that is not really nothing. If you're confused about what I just said...don't worry, so am I.

Clearly I've started a blog (some of you may say 'finally' - that is if you are actually reading this, and I don't blame you if you're not). Because I really have no idea what to say right now, I figured I'll make an initial address (cue a 5 page thesis - no...just kidding).

This moment, I guess begins my blogging career and I hope I can enlighten those of you that take a minute to read the words I type and will refer to as grains of rice. I guess this moment is the pre-game type thing, the water is boiling and the rice is cooking. Similarly, I hope that my thoughts can cook up some interesting topics and opinions which I can present to you in neat ways. Hopefully it will be food for thought and give you something substantial to chew on (see what i just did?).

For however long I can actually manage to keep up with entries, I could potentially be commenting on things like sports, politics, food, school, philosophical debates I have with myself, mundane things, cool things, fat things, small things...pretty much everything and anything...for those of you that enjoy (or actually read) any of the pieces I have written, could expect strands of the same, however much more structured. Regardless, I actually really hope you truly take a gander and ponder about just how ridiculous I may be.

Hopefully this will be as beneficial to you, as it will potentially be for me. But now I should close. Too much of a grain can make you quite sluggish, ya know?

So I guess enough of this empty talk, the rice is boiling over!

See you all in a bit!