I wrote this down one night while I was sleeping in my dorm, It was either something I spoke in my sleep or was saying in my dreams. I do not know what it means, nor do I remember the context of the dream. I believe I was saying it to a girl that I may have been hitting on.

Nobody runs, like you raspberry hide.

Anyone ever heard this before or had a similar dream. Is it from a song? Please let me know by email or guestbook.

Prose I wrote free flowing as I rode home on the first train ride of my life (Pacific Surflainer- Amtrack) after sending my sister off to the Persian Gulf for the second time in a year. (Navy):
This may have some errors this is the rough free flow draft re-typed. I could not figure out some of the words so please excuse the crappiness. Please send me any comments or suggestions.

Night time - heading north on the train.

Continuous, silent rocky swaying
Charges past the unfamiliar landscape
Strangely familiar through the lives of others
It rolls on by.
Past the lives of strangers we may never know
Lives just as spectacular, delicate or dull as our own
It rolls on by and stops
Only to gather and discharge strangers
of the connected web of similar discontinuous lives
Our large worl we make it so small trapped in our web
Restricted viewpoints granted limited access
to strangers rolling though able to pear through translucent mirror
Darkness of night masks like a dream the self reflected scenery
Two hemispheres split in two reavealing what the other cannot
we zip on through unphased and unphasing
transported, can we collect lessons of the lives we pass through voyeristically?
What lessons would be available?
Similar travelers?? zip by more alien than it scremlines??
What have they gathered?
Vocal Vibrations fill our ears, normal phenomenon
enacted in an unfamiliar frame. Shall our transaction of words crash and collide and get losed?? with our unwehitting hosts? Shall we be taken to a new level of understanding and transcendence?
When shall the journey end?
How shall the whirlwinds of our travels be disperced when our destination is reached and we are expelled ore exchanged as cargo?

Poem I found from freshman year in HS about one of my favorite camp sites growing up called Hoogee's in the Angeles National Forest of the Chantry Flats ranger station. (exit 210 go north on Azusa):

The River - March 1997

Climbing, I go quickly to the river.

Slowly, -- the leafy foliage damp with morning dew, the crashing cascades and the rushing river whisper to me.

The rays of morning sun breaking through the tall, tall trees,

The frosty scene as the dew and dust settle in the growing sunlight,

An acorn falling, tumbling down from teh broad branches rushing, crunching, crashing through the leaves on branches.

it hits the ground with a muffled crunch.

I wakl across the we stones, the water rushing under.

I stand at the side of the river on top of the ridge and hill

listening to the loud encompassing silence.

Alright. I haven't posted something on this page in almost a year. A lot has happened in the last year. Too much to cover in one post. Most recently, I have graduated from college. It happens to a lot of people but today as I am writing this and as I have realizing the last couple of weeks and months. It doesn't happen to everyone, and it is a big step. A milestone if you will. Well anyway I am done with my undergraduate career and only wish that I didn't have class to impede my social life. Oh well. I missed out some because I was always working hard on school, had a girlfriend most of the time, and was too involved with every club known to man, I was president of my fraternity, I was manager of a facility 2 years in a row, I was semi active in 4 or 5 other clubs that I really could have done without. But anything less would not have been my style. And I would not be who I am to day. Is that a good thing? Too late now. All I can do is make the most of what these experiences have taught me. And that is what I plan to do.

I have a job and have not started it yet. I spent college building my skill set and resume to land the job I wanted. I fully succeeded in that goal. I do not think any of my friends were more equipped to find a job, some might have better grades to show off but nothing else better than me I think. My hard work paid off there. I hope that I like what I am doing and if I don't, I am able to find something that I like better and will be satisfied with.

Some of the places I've been in the last 3 months: the Yucatan, Mexico (Cancun, Cozumel, Merida, Ticul, Uxmal, Chitzen-Itza, Muna, Cozumel, Playa Del Carmen), Vegas (Monte Carlo, Luxor, Hard Rock, Rio), San Francisco (hiking in the redwoods, all the sites, Grand Street Jazz Festival, Union Square, Westin St, Francis, Legion of Honor, Painted Rock, PCH, ), San Luis Obispo, San Diego (Del Mar Race Track, Chula Vista, PetCo Park), and of course all over Los Angeles and Orange Counties, San Diego County as well. That's a Start. More to come.