Welcome to a journey into the entertaining (I hope so), strange (I believe this may be so), and interesting (I most definitely think so) mind of Steve, resident of the world and currently located in Southern California.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Thoughts for a Monday . . .

As May happens upon us, my thoughts are quickly turning towards the summer and what vacation locale I intend to visit. I'm contemplating a solo trip, as I've had a lot of good fortune and flat out fun when I've ventured on my own.

Internationally, Costa Rica is enticing and Argentina also beckons. Specifically, there are some famous "waterfalls" that are calling my name. Domestically, Chi-town (Chicago) is calling my name. I visited briefly for a wedding, but that allowed no time for me to see the city and enjoy its culture. I simply must rectify that. More to come on this front, of which I will assuredly share with my devoted audience of me, myself, and I.

In the meantime, though, I have been vigorously watching one of my passions: Los Angeles Lakers basketball. At the gym the other night, my emotion and passion could not be contained. As the gal on the treadmill to my right watched in horror, I reverted to that 11-year old kid who lived and died with each win and loss. I was cheering, jumping up and down, high-five-ing my fellow gym-goers, and giving encouragement to "my" teammates competing on the court (the five complete strangers whom I referred to by their first names, Kobe, Pau, Derek, Lamar, and Andrew who definitely would know me if we were in the same room). LOL

Usually, thinking back to this type of event, my normally mature, easy-going self would feel horror at my childish behavior, but, you know what, it just felt so good and I can't help but crack up thinking about it that I refuse to apologize or feel remorse. As a matter of fact, I think I missed an even more comedic opportunity by not trying to get a high-five from the horrified girl. ;-) After a lot of adult stuff working through my life, including work stresses, career concerns, the mysteries of women, and family health problems, that little pocket of time when things were not so serious was wonderful.

To those who happen on this blog, please know that I wish you all a similar moment of unapologetic joy. You flat out deserve it!! Believe me, the laugh I am getting thinking about it is priceless.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Thoughts for a Sunday

As we (Please note that "we" currently includes all of me and myself) move rapidly towards Monday (Boo!!!, hisss!!!), I wanted to share some tidbits of a great trip to the Southern states of the United States, specifically Georgia, Alabama, Tennessee, and Arkansas, that I recently completed.

The food in the South is awesome!!! One of my favorite meals was apple butter and biscuits. Apple butter is like candy. I already run quite a bit, and, if this delicacy was available to me 24/7, I would be burning holes in my running shoes. Additionally, in Memphis, there is a great fried chicken. Its tasty and it requires no additional flavor. Finally, you can't eat in the South without giving a shout out to grits. Think of oat meal in texture and a wonderful salty flavor and you've got grits nailed. Grits with some butter on top are a wonderful combination, even if the heart and cholesterol sensitive body might not appreciate it. But, throw caution to the wind!! Life is too short not to try it.

As for the South's history and culture, there's plenty to go around and then some. The history of the American South is plentiful. My tour guide, aka one of my best friends, and I visited several civil rights locales. One of the most famous was the Birmingham, Alabama Baptist church that was bombed during Martin Luther King Jr.'s time. Six children lost their lives in a Baptist church in downtown Birmingham. It pained me to see how terrible and closed-minded people can be and being at the sites of some atrocities left an impression on me. I considered that, while the hatred of the ignorant was famously directed towards African-Americans, Egyptien-French-Canadien Americans would not have gotten kind treatment either. Despite that famously unjust behavior, the caretakers of the church were so kind and accommodating. My buddy and I were the only visitors on a Thursday morning, and yet we were treated royally. The spirit of the church was peaceful and soothing.

My tour guide and I also visited the final resting place of Martin Luther King, Jr. in Atlanta, Georgia. What an amazing human being and a beautiful tribute to his efforts. Its chilling to see Reverend King's final speech before his assassination. Its prophetic in that he says he may not get to the promised land with us, but that we will get to that glorious place. Powerful speech and one that I've since re-watched on the web. His messages have some important takeaways for all of us, not the least of them that he was a human being who did amazing things despite extreme difficulties. What an inspirational place to visit, let me tell you.

On a lighter note, my tour guide and I also visited some famous musical sites. In downtown Memphis, TN, we visited Sun Records. This is the famous studio where a southern gent with the surname Presley got his start. A comical revelation was the the studio owner, Sam Phillips, was not the person who discovered Elvis. It was actually his very sweet female assistant who let Elvis record a song under false pretenses (Elvis said it was for his mom's birthday, which had well since passed on the day he visited the studio). Fellow gents: No doubt that the saying behind every successful man there's a good woman applies here as well.

My tour guide, aka best bud, and I also visited the famous Blue Bird Cafe in Nashville, Tennessee. What a place!! We were entertained by some future stars of country music and a performance by a song writer behind some of the most famous country songs of the last 15 years. Unfortunately, due to my unfamiliarity with country music song titles, I can't recall the names of the songs and who sang them that were performed that night, but they were crowd-pleasing (I know, what type of blogster am I. I'm slapping my hands right now). Hopefully, as some consolation, I can mention that the Blue Bird Cafe is where a gent named Garth Brooks was discovered and rocketed to stardom. He has several "friends in low places".

All in all, the South is a great place to visit. The local accent is trip and it alters so slightly as you pass through different states. I don't want to forget to mention that Memphis's Beale Street and Nashville's Broadway are filled with live music and entertainment that are very appealing.

Au Revoir for now!!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Hello, Bonjour, and Hola to my fellow blogsters

Hello everyone:

I'm happy to have you along on my first ever blog posting. I request that you hang in there with me as I get my bearings. I anticipate a fair amount of storming/norming to occur as I determine the proper lattitude and longtitude to point this lean and mean writing vehicle. At the very least, I hope to bring some smiles to those who watch me stumble around. At the very least, I will be smiling.

I hope this initial post finds you well and keep reading. I may start off slow, but things will pick up speed pretty quickly if I have anything to say about it. . oh, that's right I do.

Ciao