The Pathless Forest

2010-02-22T12:00:00.000-08:00

1000 miles and 30 hours of train ride

2009-11-12T12:16:00.000-08:00

July 28. 2009 i board a Amtrak train from Los Angeles to Portland. its 1000 miles and 30 hours of train ride. its nice, the train fallows coast line and i see some dolphins outside my window. there are 9 or so young teen age girls sitting in the surrounding seats. the squeal of high pitched laughter, gossip, and sexual references inspire me to find new travel buddies. (and some aspirin). like an old western movie i move from train car, to train car, my trusty guitar at my side, A.K.A. "Rory". its funny, apparently people who need travel cheep use the train. and most of those people are musicians. my guitar worked like a lighthouse. it was guiding musicians lost in the sea of second class seating. anyone looking to jam was welcome. i meet a lot of new people and played a lot of music. a fiddle player and i made some tip money playing music in the lounge car. (then spent it on over priced beer). it was hard to sleep that night. all my warm cloth were checked in my luggage. and the bastards left the AC on all night. in the gift shop they were selling Amtrak blankets for 34 bucks. and i think leveing the AC on was an attempt to stimulate sales revenue. all and all the trip to Portland was a lot of fun. going home is good. seeing old buddys is good. breathing North West air is good. life is good.

a lot more palm trees

2009-07-13T02:07:00.000-07:00

first day of work
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
first day of work! l after a short lapse in time, i find myself reemployed. only this time its a thousand miles away from my home town, there are a lot more palm trees and a lot more people speaking Spanish. i am on the set of heroes, its a popular show about normal people that aren't so normal. in fact they have super powers and must come together to save the world, all the wile battling the day to day stress of normal life. its funny, just few weeks ago i was digging ditches in the rain. and now a i am eating lunch with one of the stars from the show (hayden pantera). i never new who she was until now. but the guys i was digging ditches with did. they were all madly in love with her, well in love with her good looks anyway. work is a lot of fun. i miss the north west so much but there is just so much more opportunity down here. i hope all my friends and family are well. dont be afraid to send me a email or give me a call.

moments like these

2008-12-27T01:27:00.001-08:00

i am in lincoln city.
my parents and i are staying in this one bedroom hotel. its on the beach and overlooks the sea from atop a rocky bluff. its very pretty! its 12'30 am. the folks have gone to bed and i find myself lost somewhere deep in the archives of paul curreri, devon sproul, SRV and my old bud, buddy guy. i am sleeping on the couch in the living room. theres a fire slowing dying down in fireplace. a storm pounds on the windows and i can feel the crashing of the waves against the shore. i am truly having one of those moments. that moment when your purpose becomes so clear it almost hurts to look at. i know this sounds silly. but dammit, you cant make this shit up. it just happins. i think everyone has moments like these , its just that many are too blind to see it. its a shame, a whole world of people searching for purpose. and never really understanding who they are first.

"things"

2008-12-10T22:35:00.000-08:00

its strange to think that everyone will someday die. death is one thing we all have in common. its also strange to think that nothing we own in are life is truly ares.
cars, clothes, money, books, musical instruments, letters from loved ones, jewelry, lap tops, houses, bikes, even your own body down to your bones. my point is, all of these things will either,

A- still exist after we are gone

B- sooner or later be destroyed or recycled

C- become someone else's temporary possession's.

D- decompose back into the earth.

E- or end up at a goodwill super store.

no mater what you believe happens after death, nothing on this planet will be going with you. therefore it is it possible to claim something as truly yours. unless you live forever, but that doesn't happen much these days. like my buddy J says "my goal in life is to live forever, so far so good".

i can understand that "things" are just temporary. thats easy to do.
and i can understand that we leave nothing behind but are stories.
but i cant seem to except the fact that my guitars are just guitars!
my relationship with them is as strong as any relationship. i am not going to get in to it right now. i could go on and on about my love for guitars. but i dont want to scare you.

however i do want to know how you feel about your own temporary possession's?
keeping the word "temporary" in mind. what are the things you you can't imagine living without? and you cant say family, thats just a cop out. remember we are talking "stuff" hear.

and not stray cats

2008-12-05T19:27:00.000-08:00

I noticed an info commercial informing me of the importance of saving stray cats and animals. They wanted monthly donations to tend and care for these animals. I think that this commercial is ridiculous. In this time of economic crisis we should be investing in human development and not stray cats. I know it's just my own personal opinion, but I place starving children at a higher priority.

test the waters

2008-11-02T21:09:00.000-08:00

Nature is always telling a story but not everyone can read it. It's not so hard to believe. You can find everything you need to know on the internet, TV - but in my opinion, knowledge is worth nothing without experience at its foundation. You can learn from the world by letting it speak to you: watch a small river carve canyons into the Earth, find a piece of glass that has been worn down by the sea or stand at the base of a tree that has lived longer than the United States has been a country.

everything in life will change. changing tides will erode the coast line. and the changes in your life will shape the person you are. so do not be afraid of the unstable. test the waters of the world, and find your place! there is lot of living to do. and everyone has a calling. but you cant find it without learning from the world around you.

"The man who views the world at fifty the same as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life".
~Muhammad Ali

People are the real wealth of nations

2008-10-13T23:10:00.000-07:00

we are all kings in comparison to those who are lesser blessed. an American who has little, is a lord among many. over three billion people live on less than $2.50 a day. thats Almost half the world. at my work i make $10.00 a hour. and yet i still bitch at how much money they take out in taxis. people need to understand how lucky they are just to drive a car every day. to eat, take showers, and have the means to raise a healthy family.

Around the world, some 26,500 children die every day.
That is equivalent to:

* 1 child dying every 3 seconds
* 18 children dying every minute
* A 2004 Asian Tsunami occurring every week
* Almost 10 million children dying every year
* Some 60 million children dying between 2000 and 2006

The killers are poverty, hunger, easily preventable diseases and illnesses, and other related causes. In spite of the scale of this daily/ongoing catastrophe, it rarely manages to achieve, much less sustain, prime-time, headline coverage. why is this?

i do not understand how someone can make more money then three billion people. and still think they are the ones that have it bad. 13% of the united states population are immigrants. thats approximately 38 million people that are living in the U.S. in search for a better life.

while at the city dump i starting talking to a man that worked there. this man was Mexican and spoke very little English. he was pulling nails out of an old truck tire. and he could not have been more happy to be doing so. he had lived in the U.S. for 3 years. his family still lived in Mexico. he would send them $250.00 a month. and would only see them once a year. although he missed his family, he was thankful. because of his sacrifice his family could thrive.

"Human development is about much more than the rise or fall of national incomes. It is about creating an environment in which people can develop their full potential and lead productive, creative lives in accord with their needs and interests. People are the real wealth of nations. Development is thus about expanding the choices people have to lead lives that they value. And it is thus about much more than economic growth, which is only a means—if a very important one—of enlarging people’s choices".

— What is Human Development?, Human Development Reports, United Nations Development Program

the most out of whatever

2008-10-09T16:29:00.000-07:00

when i got to work to day the big boss man gave me a special assignment. the objective? to drive a sign up to Seattle. this is a good thing. a work day spent on the road. and to make things better, i was to deliver the sign using a huge flatbed diesel truck. this truck is so big, you can run over a hummer and mistake it for a speed bump.
all and all i had a good work day. i pretended i was a nobel explorer heading north to Alaska. no need for a road map. no need for a compass. just freedom and the open road.
but.... reality found me and i lost the dream. its all about the money. working hard for a paycheck. thats all this was. this unique opportunity to explore the northwest
was just a job "working for the man". now, i did have fun. and i am working. so that is something to be thankful for. BUT DAMIT! i have decided that after i save some more money. i will quit this 9-5 crap! i will only work jobs that make me happy. i will not stay in one place to long. and ill get the most out of whatever time i have left on this planet. is this how everyone feels in there twenty's?

sound good?

2008-10-07T20:16:00.000-07:00

well hell,.....i i am serisly starting to think. maybe only true happiness can be found faraway from home. faraway from home with a motorcycle. yep, thats it. david needs a motorcycle. i think i am going to liquidate all my things and buy a motorcycle. then i will drive it all around the U.S. for about a month. after that i will settle down in Los Angeles. there i will try my hand at the extra business. after i have had my fill of L.A. i will putt my bike on a boat and send it to Hawaii (Maui). ill stay till i get board, then sell the bike and come home. once home i will save money for some more advenchers. sound good?

facts on both sides

2008-10-05T21:14:00.000-07:00

i vote republican!.... do you know how scary that is to say in public? if one was to stand up in any busy restaurant and say those words, they would quickly be chopped up, cooked, then served as the newest special. the menu would read "conservative dick head, baked, fried, or blown to hell with a hand grenade".

i love this country. and i love the people in it. everyone has the right to stand for what they believe in. i vote republican. but i also support the people that choose to vote democrat. we share this country, and we are all free people. i don't care what side of the fence you are on. only that you stand there having researched the facts on both sides.

we all need to research the facts unbiasedly. if you read a conservative news paper, read a liberal one as well. go to the library. read the constitution, then go back and try to understand it. DO NOT!!! be influenced by other parties. DO NOT!!!! let your teachers, partners, or friends tell you how to vote! take the time to evaluate each and every issue. find out how you can relate to them personally.

"We are not afraid to entrust the American people with unpleasant facts, foreign ideas, alien philosophies, and competitive values. For a nation that is afraid to let its people judge the truth and falsehood in an open market is a nation that is afraid of its people".

-John F. Kennedy

sad thing

2008-10-05T13:21:00.000-07:00

well.. i am single now...... this is a sad thing to go through. i would like to go on record and say, that my ex is one of the greatest girls i have ever meet. i do care about her a lot, and i ask that you be respectful in your comments. i think i am just doing some venting. and i needed to put something down to help clear my head.

if i

2008-09-29T18:27:00.000-07:00

if i ever get shot, i hope i am wearing a wight tee shirt.

if my car ever brakes down in the desert, i hope i am wareing a western shirt, some blue genes, and my old cowboy boots.

if i am ever in high speed chase while driving a boat, i hope i have a suit on so that my tie will blow in the wind.

evil hides in all places - a true story

2008-09-26T21:11:00.000-07:00

the house down the street is not what it appears to be. this is a true story about my neighbors.
Daniel Lee Anderson and Taryn Marie Anderson are a married couple that live down the street from my dads house. they live in a beautiful old Portland style house, with a large wrap around porch. i know this neighborhood like the back of my hand. i walked the passed the Anderson's place on my way it school, for my first day of kinder garden. and just to day i passed their place on my way home from work. however if i had know the cauldron of evil that was boiling within those walls. i would have never walked down that street a day in my life. i would have been to afraid to look up at the Anderson's large bay window and possibly see the devil himself staring back at me.

its the year 2005, the Anderson's are on vacation in Missouri when they meet Charles Whitworth and Tammy Whitworth. The Whitworths are an old married couple that have loved each other for years. Charles Whitworth, 65 years old, worked for 33 years for Chrysler in St. Louis, Mo.. despite the fact he doesn't know how to read or write, he has worked hard all his life and is now retired with enough money to support his wife and himself. Tammy Whitworth, 50 years old, is considered a low-functioning adult. she is independent, but her brain functions much like a child.

after two weeks of vacationing the Anderson's and the Whitworths have become great friends.
the two couples really hit it off, so well in fact the Whitworths decide to move to portland O.R. and share a house with the Anderson's. they leave in the middle of the night, they tell no friends or family, and they take nothing with them. behind them they a leave note that simply reads, (moved to Oregon). when family members find out that there loved ones are missing, they try every thing they can to find them. they even get a private investigator, but to no success. the family is forced to give up and the case grows cold. it will be three years until Barbara Ross, Tammy's mouther, hears her daughter's voice.

when the Whitworth's arrived in Portland. they found that there new friends were not exactly who they said they were. the Anderson's prepared a room for Charles and Tammy in the basement. it was a dark and damp basement. it was home to all sorts of creepy crawlers.
a single light was hanging from the rafters. it gave hardly any light. and because of this parts of the basement where unexposed do to shadows. the basement had only one door. and it could be locked from the outside. for the next three years Charles and Tammy were forced to live in these conditions.

the Anderson's would leave them locked in the basement for days at a time. letting them out only to do the weekly chores. Charles was collecting social security, but the Anderson's were having the checks deposited into there own personal accounts. as this continued the Anderson's
became more and more violent. the weekly chores became more demanding. and the hope of escaping was lost. Charles was forced at gun point to bite down on Tammy's arm until she bled.
and this happened several times. after a few years Charles and Tammy had suffered extreme cyclelogical damage. they truly believed that there family members had either died or hatted them.

one day the Anderson's forgot to lock the basement door. Tammy ran to a plaid pantry a few blocks away. a 21 year old kid helped her call 9-1-1. this started a for week investigation that lead to the arrest of Daniel Lee Anderson and Taryn Marie Anderson. in a interview with Daniel Anderson he was asked, "why Charles and Tammy? why did you pick them?" he replied "christians tend to be more trusting".

the Anderson's are expected to see trile some time next month. the Whitworths have moved back to Missouri and are staying with Tammy's mom.

who are these people we share the world with? were do they come from? is violent behavior learned? or is it uncontrolled? never the less we will meet millions of people in are lives. we will learn who they are by the shells that they show us. and we will know the person that they appear to be. evil hides in all places. and those who truly find, it are hosts to its behaver.

i am so tired

2008-09-24T18:29:00.000-07:00

i am so tired. now that i am back at work my hole world has changed. after a month of sitting on my but and watching movies A.K.A recovering from surgery. i find that the day to day lifestyle i once lead, has become a roller coaster of mental and physical exhaustion. its 7:45 pm, and i can hardly drag my fingers across the keyboard. i am also in transition of my living spaces. i am trading my beautiful apartment with a amazing view of mt. hood. for a small spare room in my fathers house. i have decided to treat the whole ordeal like i am in prison. i just want to be quiet and do my time, then make a run for California! everything in this world is temporary, and the next few months are no different. SOME GOOD NEWS- i plan to get a new cell phone next week. so to all my buddy's out there, lets hang out! i am going to need my friends to help me through this.

thirst for blood

2008-09-22T22:49:00.000-07:00

i know it sounds fun being a vampire and all. but its not all
its crack up to be. i have been a vampire for some time now and its just getting old. its hard meeting new people becoming there friend and then killing them. and the image of it all, "vampire's are so sexy" its not like we can go around seducing hot girls and turning them into vampires. we live forever! can you imagine hooking up with a girl in a bar, then spending all eternity with her! the last time i made that mistake, i was stuck with this chick for six centuries! finally she left me for a warlock. and warlocks buy the way, always cheat at checkers.
but anyway, you know this constant thirst for blood we share?
its so tiring and messy. and really embarrassing when you mess the vane on the first try. that happened to me last night, and i was so red in the face! and did you know that when i was human i was a vegan! can you spell irony? well i can its, l-a-m-e!
any way i am going to go to sleep, i have work tomorrow. yes thats right work, how do you think i payed for my velvet lined coffin. a guy cant just go dig those out of the ground you know......that's just disrespectful.

p.s. don't forget to leave your door unlocked in case i get thirsty..........LOL..hahahahahah............just joking ill be good till next week.

trendy hood ornaments?

2008-09-21T01:15:00.000-07:00

1:28 am. Saturday night- there are 12 beers on the coffee table. i share the room with roommate Sean and old time friend Greg. we have been watching californicasion a hit tv series on show time. 2 more episodes and we will have watched the hole season. its been a good night, a much needed night of typical male bonding. Sean's eyes fade. his head rocks back and forth and he fades in and out of sleep. i cant say that i am not far behind him. we did good tonight. we shard story's and talked shit for hours. i am going to miss this place. i will miss the people here. moving to L.A. will take a lot of mental strength. Greg will be going with me, i think we will balance one another well. its strange i have never been to California but in 2 months i will live there. i remember back when we were all in high school. Sean went to California for a summer. before he left he was a wholesome young man, and very clean cut. when he came back,.... well he was still wholesome but he had bleached blond hair and a tattoo. my buddy James went to California to help out at a christian outdoor school. when he visited last month he had a red mohawk thing for a hair cut. is that some kind of California stamp of approval?
California is like, "hey you seem like a cool guy. ill tell you what,.......lets go get you a tan, we can bleach your teeth. hell lets just go crazy! lets change your hair color to." hey California!
if you can hear me, i am looking forward to coming down. but you better have some answers for me when i get there. i don't know maybe its the smog, or maybe its in the water. what do you think? why is California so hell bent on terning my buddy's into trendy hood ornaments?

grow up and be a cookie.

2008-09-19T11:47:00.001-07:00

i was planing on publishing part 2- of geocaching 2008 tonight. however i took a brake on that story so that i could touch base on something else.

imagine that you and all your friends are cookie dough. if you want to substitute cookie dough for brownie mix that's ok. my point is, we are all in this big bowl together. and one day we will be cookies. after the bowl we will be placed on the baking sheet and then thrown in the oven. this is not a bad thing, in fact its good! it gives us all direction. i am not saying we are all going to grow up to be cookies. we can grow up to be whatever we want. but we are all still part of this process. its one of growing up and learning who we are. i feel like i have been blessed with a understanding of who i am and who i want to be. however some times not all the cookie dough will make it to the oven. i have recently noticed that a certain circle of my friends seem to be stuck to the bowl. they party almost every night. and most of them don't seem to have much of a direction. the more i bake the more distance grows between us. some of my friends in this circle have accused me of being distant and selfish. its easy to understand, they are right. i have been selfish. i think that there is a line, theres a point were i cant be a good friend to someone who is still stuck to the bowl. i want to help, i want to be a good friend. but they don't know they are stuck. they cant see that were they are is not permanent. you cant stay in one place your hole life, at some point you will need to grow up and be a cookie.

part 1 of- geocaching 2008

2008-09-18T15:47:00.000-07:00

are you are aware of the craze that has been taking the world buy storm?
geocaching is one of the fastest growing outdoor sports in the world. yes thats right "sports".
"the sport were you are the search engine" . ok.........the sport is played with a standard G.P.S. (global positioning system). THE OBJECTIVE- using satellites in space you can pinpoint any place on earth with in a few feet. and buy using this ability you can find hidden treasure. now when you were a kid, did you ever dig holes in your front yard in search for lost treasure? well i did. i also polled a burning log out of the fireplace and set the carpit on fire.....but ill save that story for later. well believe it or not, there is buried treasure all over the world. and all you need to find it is a G.P.S.

this last weekend my good friend Sean and i left on an epic advencher in to the mt. hood national forest. are friend Greg was going to come as well, but do to car problems he was unable. we set out Saturday morning. it was was a beautiful day and a fun drive to the mountain. are first stop for the day was a great little hike on the old mt. hood highway.
the old mt. hood highway was the first road constructed over the cascade mountains.
it has sat inactive for years. each year the road becomes less and less visible do to forest growth. we found are cache A.K.A treasure, celebrated, took some pic's, and went back to car.

things were going smooth until we got to number 4 on are list of caches. the G.P.S. lead us in the middle of nowhere. sean and i were up to are knees in this swamp. all around us was wetland. we were far from any trail. and to make things worse, the cache was nowhere to be found. now don't get me wrong, there is nothing bad about taking a swamp bath with a bunch of
parasites and pond scum. we just thought it would be best to work are way back. on the way back to the car we heard what sounded like a bear off in the woods. needless to say are retreat was made in prompt time.

once back at the car we found that are spirits were low and are tummy's were empty.
it was a short drive to the small town of government camp. this small town is a booming tourism capital in the winter. however in the summer there is no snow to ski on. and the population of the town plummets. leaving only a hundred or so residents to keep this town a respectable rest stop. we stopped at a gas station and got the essentials, water, junk food, and beer. Sean was happy because the kid behind the counter did not ask for I.D. we came to the conclusion later that if we had been nine years old, he...probably still would have given us the beer. its a small town thing.

looking for a place to camp, we drove to trillium lake campground. this place is so beautiful, it would take to long to describe in this blog! the camp ground was full, but i tried to talk are way into a spot with the camp host......

DAVID> hi,..it excuse miss. my friend and i are looking for a place to stay to night.... see we were just passing throw on are way to christian youth camp. and well we are just to tried to keep driving.

MEAN OLD LADY> so why did you come hear?......are sing says campsites full. did you miss that or something?........

DAVID> (bitch)............no...no i saw that. we were justing hoping there might be some openings.

MEAN OLD LADY> (lets out sixty year old smoker laugh) .......hahahaha....if there were openings the sing would say campsites open..hahaha.

DAVID> .............do you know of any places that are close and might still have openings?

MEAN OLD LADY> nope......... wait,..... just up the road a mile there's a place. can't promise anything......thay don't have running water or a pooper. just reed there sing first.

DAVID> (what a bitch, some day someone is going to put you in your place)........ok, thanks!

so we left the she devil, and went of to find this other camp. as we were leaving the parking lot,
this man runs up to Sean's side of the car and waves us down. Sean rolls down his window.
"have you seen a old lady in a wheelchair" the man says. "i have been fishing with my kid, and mom. well my mom is in a wheelchair. i took her to the restroom and then left her to go get the car. when i came back she was gone!"

end of part 1

gun and a six pack

2008-09-17T21:36:00.002-07:00

for the last month i have been recovering from a surgery. don't worry it was nothing serious and all is well in the land of hutch. however, mentally i have never been more lost. its like i am broken, or not useful. last years Christmas present now at the bottom of the toy box. once the king of the pride. now the last to eat. its your stereotypical loss of male testosterone i think. but never the less, it is eating at the core of my manliness. what can i do to restore this loss of manliness? if you have any ideas let me know. maybe a get together with the guys is in store.
or a night of poker highlighted with Arnold Schwarzenegger movies. perhaps i should just get a gun and a six pack, and head up in to the woods. ill drink then use the empty bottles for target practice...........ok, that might be to much. well i don't know. let me know what you think!

true thankfulness

2008-09-17T21:36:00.001-07:00

i want to run through the forest roaring like animal and howling at moon. i want to strike fear in the beasts that are less then me. i want to find fear in myself generated from something greater than bills, bossis, or bad traffic. i want the word survival to be at the top my to days do list. to breath, really breath. to find myself swallowed in a environment wear each breath and heartbeat is something i have earned. and find true thankfulness for every moment on earth that i strive, and continue to be.