In part 1, I briefly talked about how skeptical I was when being told that a trip to Sedona is a magical, mystical experience, and how I never would have gone there if it weren’t for my Japanese wife. What almost ruined it for me was the decision to drive the grueling 12 hours from Vacaville, CA to Sedona, AZ, as show below
Maybe next time, we’ll fly.
Now I don’t have many pictures of the drive down because:
Erumi took most of the pictures of the drive and I still haven’t taken copies from her iPhone (combination of lagging and barriers of communication; she has yet to understand the concept of sharedrives, and I have yet to fully explain it to her in my meager Japanese)
Once you get past San Jose, there isn’t really much to see until you hit Sedona.
Driving 12 hours when you haven’t driven 12 hours in a loooong time does not really put you in a touristy mood, not me at least.
However, I do have a screen shot of the insane route we took as we were driving the last 33 minutes to our destination
That drive was both exhilarating an scary as fuuuuu…
So, before we made our way to Sedona, we had to reserve lodgings for the 3 day, 2 night stay. As old fogies, we looked at potential hotels or motels in the area. But then again as old fogies, we thought, how about we try this Air BnB thing these young people are talking about.
(Note: we aren’t that old per se, but our sensibilities and grasp of new technology, definitely)
So we went big with our first ever Air BnB reservation. And I’ll tell you what, we set the bar for our next one pretty high.
I’ll tell you more about it in Part 3 of our Sedona vacay, once I figure out how to get those photos from my wife’s phone.
(Shout out to Angela Boney-Pfister for calling out the confusing format. I don’t know if I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, I welcome any and all critiques on this site. I won’t get mad, I promise . . . unless you’re a spam-bot or a troll.)
Hello friends! These are my highlights of the week. From bombshells to epiphanies, here is what occurred from May 28 to June 3.
You just freaked out because you were supposed to get paid today and you didn’t. Come to think of it, you wrote this at 12:39 in the fucking morning!! Unless you’re Jonathan Wandag, no one is usually in their right mind at that time. Take it from the future you. When you woke up the next day, your bank account got a little bigger. KKTHNXBYE!
Was it just me or did #whoreadsnowadays read like whore ads nowadays at first, second and third glance . . . THAT’S IT!! I REMEMBER NOW IT WAS F. SCOTT FITZGERALD IN “THIS SIDE OF PARADISE!!” (If you’re confused, see the second line below Friday)
Anyway, so I started the book each day for 10 days Facebook posts and I started with:
Like I said, I did a morning hike instead of the usual afternoon, it was my second time on the trail so didn’t quite know it yet, the summer heat bogged me down as opposed to the spring breeze picking me up, and uh, yeah, it sucked. Normally, I get my second wind on the hike back, but I dragged ass until about the 5 km mark, which was pretty much the home stretch. The trails here are definitely more challenging than in Pena Adobe and Rockville Hills. This will be good practice for when I eventually hike Yosemite and Lake Tahoe.
I’m gonna have to set up some foundations for me to be a freelance writer. It’s funny because prior to this epiphany, I finally got a job offer after months of unanswered resume responses and rejection calls after interviews. I’ve got the resources, now I just need to use them.
I’M HAVING A BABY!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Time to get used to this new trail, and new time of day to hike (and possibly work out). Overall, it’s better for me anyway to start in the morning, when it’s not blazing hot outside.
Welps, it looks like it’s time to restructure my priorities come next year (and by restructuring, I mean kiss my videogame time goodbye. QQ)
“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” –Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
Yes Jack, I couldn’t have put it better.
So this is either a filler for myself to keep this blog thing going and/or a spark to light a fire inside of me to keep writing about something . . . ANYTHING!! It’s hard not to make excuses on why I haven’t written anything, but it’s just as hard to take care of everything else in my life before I do start putting words on paper (or in this case, computer? digital?). So then the argument comes up again which says, “If you were really serious about this writing thing, this would be your first, second and third priority.” First of all, the asshole who came up with that sentence should go f*ck himself.
(I wanna say it’s not me, and I have this nagging feeling that it’s not, but Google said otherwise, so I’m more than likely the asshole who should go f*ck myself)
Second, if there is a secret technique that allows me to take care of my pregnant wife, attend and finish my schoolwork, hustle for a part-time job because retirement pension alone isn’t cutting it…
(although I could make the argument that along with my Post 9-11 GI bill housing allowance, I should be ok, but I’m not gonna. I’d rather not have to worry about whether my family has enough money to spend per month)
… continue a strict (and I use that term loosely) exercise regimen because:
I made a quasi-bet/shared endeavor with Arnold “Weber” Basingat to lose a significant amount of weight by the end of this year,
The “jokes” and “pokes” of my wife about my portliness is starting to get to me,
I’d really like to get as close to early 2000s me back in the day…
…and after all that gather up the energy and creative juices to spit out some insightful or entertaining bit of printed composition, I’d like to know it.
And third, perhaps I’m really not prioritizing my writing to be my one and only focus. Maybe I should devote less of my attention to my family, my education, my way to make ends meet and my choice to look and be healthier, and more to honing my “chosen craft.” So what if I run the risk of alienating my wife (and soon to be child), failing school (and losing out on that veteran benefit I mentioned earlier), worrying about having enough funds to take care of your alienated wife & child, and getting fat, out-of-shape and going the way of your ancestors via heart attack? It’s the sacrifices one must make for the art. If that’s what it takes to become a successful writer, then maybe I should rethink my motivations.
But I’d like to think there’s a way to take care of all my responsibilities as a devoted husband, (future) loving father, dedicated student, responsible breadwinner and health-conscious individual AND successful writer. I’ll just have to tweak my understanding of what “successful” means. Do I want to be Stephen King the writer successful? Do I want to be Bob Woodward the journalist successful? Do I even want to be Perez Hilton the blogger successful? Or should I just keep on doing what I’m doing and juggling all 5 of these roles, counting the fact that I haven’t dropped the ball (too much) as successful?
Well as a rational human-being I’ll settle for that. But I’d be lying if there wasn’t that dreamer in me who wants to reach those heights.
Well ok! Here’s to another week done and I’m actually blogging this time. Lots of twist and turns and character dev . . .nah just normal weekend wrap-up nonsense. Here are highlights of the week from May 21st to the 27th.
After that, I was introduced by The PennyHoarder to #omconnecthour. According to them, I can earn $300 a year to $400 a month, just by shutting all your lights and non-essential appliances at peak usage hours in your city. I see no downsides to this, other than having to find something to do in Vacaville on a work day.
Finally, a shout-out to my Vietnamese peoples @ Saigon Pho, Vacaville.
It’s not that Nelson Muntz is political, it was my response when I saw this
It took more than 280 characters, but a federal judge in Manhattan ruled Wednesday that President Trump and his aides cannot block critics from seeing his Twitter account simply because they had posted caustic replies to his tweets in the past https://t.co/aGmb18CHg4pic.twitter.com/4jPU0BRqzv
Why this quote? Well, when I responded to an ad about a “WordPress Wednesday” event in Santa Rosa, CA I figured, why not? Maybe I can learn something there. An hour and 15 minute drive later, and there were only about 7 people in there. 4 were moderators, 3 (including myself) were attendees. Only one of us knew what the speaker was rattling on about. . . me. After the “seminar” was over, I started to chat with the lead guy. and he seemed pretty cool. If he and his company, West County Media didn’t live so far away from me, I would’ve taken him up on his consultation.
Suffice to say, I didn’t get an education in web design (chocolate bar) but I did get a connection (Hershey’s kiss).
Finally, a shoutout to L&L Hawaiian BBQ, Vacaville, who’s chicken katsu and spam musubi’s are pretty good.
Well you know what, hilariously racist portrayal of a dude playing a dude disguised as another dude, I will go full retard, and by full retard, I mean embrace my calling as an aspiring, struggling writer. There’s just one problem.
Anyway, I suppose because I put the fact that I’m an aspiring blogger/writer on my Linkedin profile, that means this is really it guys. I’m really gonna commit to it this time. But I’ve been down this road before, several times. I say I’m gonna write, then I write a story about flashy swordsmen and old perverts (a reference only Wandag knows. Man I really need to get to know more famous people), then about halfway though the narrative, I just give up, and don’t go back to it until like 7-8 years later when I continue the imbecilic cycle. But, you know, that was the young me. The old me is wiser, less flighty and more industrious. I’ve been in a job for so long that’s instilled in me an unwavering loyalty to my tribe, a reliable work ethic, motivated productivity, and comprehensive communication skills that I should be cranking out books like Stephen King on steroids.
Are you saying “yup” I should, or “yup” you’re an idiot? I’m gonna go with the latter.
But sadly, I still feel the same insecurities, self-doubt and laziness holding me back. The only difference this time is, yes, I have gotten wiser. I have developed a work ethic I never would have gotten outside the Air Force. Hell, I wouldn’t have gotten this far on making a blog had I not gotten the financial security and hard knock life lessons the military has given me.
Going back to this commitment I’m going to make on writing, f*ck it. I’m a writer. That’s what I’ve been doing this whole time and every time I do it I feel fantastic, whether I finish a piece or not. It’s time that I embrace the fact that I want my calling to be someone who puts words on paper and makes readers go “ooh,” “aah,” “oh,”
(Note to self: update your pop-culture references)
…and that’s my next step. Who do I want to write to, and for? About 32 days ago (which is 4/20 by the way, har har) I wrote an outline of all my interests and experiences and they’re all over the place.
I’ve worked in 22 military bases, lived in 3 countries, 4 United States (5 if you count Guam), deployed in 4 AORs (sorry, Areas of Responsibility, which I’ll cover in a future entry) and worked with 9 different nationalities (uhh . . . who else has?)
Suffice it to say, I have a lot of experiences I’d like to share with people. It’s just a matter of me writing it in a way that people will find interesting, and finding enough people who find it interesting.
So here’s to going Full Retard, and making this a worthwhile calling. Like Robert Downey Jr. said:
Maybe I’m being too hopeful? Maybe I’m being too impatient? Maybe it’s both? Or maybe I’m just a big baby. Whatever the case, my want to post something relevant everyday is continually being trumped by my need to, you know, do life stuff. Or I might just be too lazy to carve time to do this. There have been many times where instead of putting my creative efforts to this blog, or even doing homework for class (cuz I’m back in school yeah!), I binge-watch Youtube videos on Wisecrack, Screen Prism or TED Ed. I suppose I could make the argument that I’m not lazy, I’m just not inspired, and I’m trying to look to these successful video essayist for inspiration. I could also make the argument that I’m not focused, I’m all over the place, and I need to stick to a schedule and routine.
So until I can get my shit together, I’ll hold off on trying to dedicate this blog to praise and honor the U.S. military. However, I still would like to get more experience on putting my thoughts into words, and I believe this is one of the best places to do it. Once I get to a decent level of writing/blogging with an equally decent amount of readers, then I can properly dedicate a blog specifically on active duty, reserve, and veterans. In the meantime, I’ll post what I can post. If the material I want to post happens to fit the theme of the day I plan to post it, cool. If not, I’ll just puke all my thoughts in to this thing until I get good, perfect my craft, and actually make a good living (or hell even a lucrative hobby) out of this thing.
This isn’t the first time I’ve bitched about this, haven’t I? I’m sure this won’t be the last. But as long as I bitch and write at the same time, I think I’ll be fine…
“I always cook with wine. Sometimes I even add it to the food.”
– W.C. Fields
So, what started as a competition with Arnold as to who would lose weight the most, turned into a cooperative effort to get fit, and is growing into both a steady pace towards becoming a fitter me, as well as a revelation that Instagram, out of all my social media accounts, got me the most amount of followers in the quickest time. As a result, it has given me the motivation to keep going.
(Note: TBH, their moves weren’t that on point, and I definitely was no Mary Lou Retton)
As for the present times, let’s just say I’ve let myself go pretty far…
So the goal then is not so much bring back my “glory” days. My motivation for fitness has changed from “for the ladies,” to “for my general health and well-being as a person.” I’m not trying to be the lean machine that I was before (wait, was I ever?). I just want to lose a good amount of pounds to weigh as much as someone of my height (6 feet 5 inches by the way if you’re wondering) and body type
“People’s hearts color the heart of the earth and the earth colors the hearts of people.”
― Ilchi Lee, The Call of Sedona: Journey of the Heart
Took me long enough to start this . . .
Today’s Time Travel Tuesday features one of the most extraordinary, if not the most extraordinary trips I’ve taken my whole life. Although I’m a ways away from claiming to be a globetrotter (the traveling kind, not the basketball kind), I can say I’ve been to a few places in Europe, Asia, and of course, North America (more on them at later dates). But so far, no place has stayed with me physically, mentally, and spiritually more than Sedona.
I heard the stories about how Sedona was this mystical, magical place, but I just wrote them off as new-age, hippie shit to trap tourists and other new-age hippies. And I probably would have never went there, if it weren’t for my wife.
The religious beliefs of Okinawans, or Japanese in general, have elements tied to animism. In short, it’s the belief that everything has a soul or spirit, and I mean every person, place or thing in this world everything. They are beliefs similar to Modern Paganism which, up until today I thought was the same as New-Age.
I still don’t have a full grasp of it. So, before I go more and more off-topic, I’ll bring this back to my Japanese wife and how she always wanted to go to Sedona, almost after she came here to the U.S. with me.
So eventually, we found time (because once you retire from the military, you find out you’ve got tons of time now) and decided to take a 3 day-2 night trip to this so-called magical place. And I thought, I’ll save money on plane tickets by driving us the whole 12 hours down there.
Every Sunday, I will do the best I can to sum up the week’s highlights. Whether it’s a topic on Military Mondays, Veteran Fridays, Free radical posts, or just a summary of the week’s events, I will post them here.
Anything goes on a Saturday Night . . . sorta. These post will be on just about anything cheeky like “pop culture analysis” or “silly things my friends do or say” or nostalgic like “A Tribute to…” So they’re basically Free Radical Posts on a Saturday Night, except they’re special (no not really).