" I want to take an endless drive underneath that big Texas sky. I want to watch the sun set on the fences, feel the soft breeze coming off the water, hear the crickets late at night, lie on the upper deck and see the entire milky way unobstructed by signs of life. I want to hear the caleche rocks crunch under my worn out flip flops, throw rocks at rusty pans hung up on a wire fence, and feel the cultural vibes of San Antonio deep in my soul. Three years ago, however, i wanted nothing to do with these things. They disgusted me, repulsed me, and made me question why my parents would ever choose south Texas, of all places, to live. But now I understand. It's not just the scenery, it's not just the slow.pace of life, and it's not just the endless horizons. It's the southern hospitality, it's the friends who are there for you WHENEVER you call, and it's the promise of a man's word. It's the implicit TRUST that lies understood between even complete strangers, and it's the place where being nice isn't a crime. " - Sarah Digby. 

she speaks of feelings that ring true to me when i revisit these feelings i last had in new york. 

im sitting in brooklyn, feeling a little snakey, " Ciao Bella," he says as he shuts the door to leave for the airport.  oh and the imagination a new yorker can stir up.

I hear flavourful latin music rythmatically cradling the streets today. Puerto rican day in Brooklyn. 

a car pulls up bumpin some other shit. some real shit. some urban jungle boy beat with some truth and some passion. the perfect mixture for relevance, its hard to understand when your always walking in our shoes. step into  place like this, and you wear all the shoes because the only clue youve got to whats going on is by observing those around you. catching the flow, then finding smaller patterns. - and im back to the song, and the lyrics, 

"  Ay-yo I warned you, now all niggaz could do is mourn you

I'm born to kill and still thrilled, I put it on you

There's no regrets, remorse, only results and loneliness

Only the strong survivors strive through life as warriors

All of us die, some of us kill, even massacred

Who wanna try? Punisher will if you ask for it

I'm hazardous for your health and hell's your next stop

For real my shit's cocked the world has just stopped..."

- big pun 

im supposed to open up the wormhole this week. im in way over my head, and then you add unreliable people to the equation causing for a stressstorm warning this week. mm great.

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First of all;  Bike Sprints down 10th St. in Indianapolis are growing to be a habit, followed by some rooftop action in my favorite spot. 

on a side note.

ive been keeping a watchful eye on the graffiti around town. im not much for bombing buildings and hopeless billboards these days, but i sure am sick of the cats doing work around indy. today,  i climbed atop and old piece done by a regular cat. I have been lookin out for this kid for months. He needs new style, and he needs to get a concept of real lettering. if i could find him to tell him this, i would in a heartbeat. this goes out to you. cho-cough cough nevermind. 

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I am really liking where things are heading. Im looking forward to alot, and i havent been able to state that in a while. i have wisps of inspirations exploding from all of the influences in my world.  I understand time signatures as of today. I'd never taken the time to ask the simple question. I feel ridiculous for this. 

 passively awaiting the weekend.

Umprheys Mcgee. 

South Bend, Indiana

Morris Theater

Saturday April 19, 2009

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love and light.

more for you pour soon

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ps. if you dont love the free stuff that chic mother earth is given you, your nuts. 

thank you dani and kayla for having good enough blogs to inspire myself  to put my little space on the interweb together. =]

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coming to conclusions.

"Space ships can't tame the jungle
And I feel like I'm giving in
We've been drivin thru a desert
Looking for a life to call our own."   -beck    

I woke up this morning.       You would think that was enough to fill my day. 

This is MY blog. Hello, Im Hannah. Im your tourguide to the universe. Ive decided that living a life in which I am the observer, and not the observee, is the kind of life i find the most comfort in. I also feel like a few good tips from a few good people are the most helpful tools the world has to offer.

Lately I have been paying an unusual amount of attention the simple idea that we are all walking the same path to the same end. Walking, in a line, to the same ending. hypothetically. This, here, what you are experiencing, this is the big gray area for me. The filling of our time is the most uncertain subject i can journey to in my head. 

Nevertheless, all of this really doesn't matter to me anymore. Im finding more and more everyday that the action of doing is what my life will hold, continually until my walk has ended and my energy is released back into the pool of unknowingness. In the meantime, Im broke, my creative capacity is overwhelming, and i love, love, love finding beauty in people and their ideas. I will keep you updated on things going on around the world and around my neighborhood, that will keep the soul pleasantly occupied. Namaste. =]

 

photo credit: Danielle Shaun Way