Returning to my digital life.

I went through a day and a year in a week.
Living in trees and woods.
Living in rain and mud.
I, myself, became a tree.
Watching over a family.
I housed nine bats all in me,
arm branched ’round their shoulders.
I threw away the modern world
and shut out the gadgets that make it.

Turning off my digital life.

With all its zero’s and one’s.
I forgot about my family
and forgot about my friends.
Never had to shut them out,
they simply were brushed away
by branches that past over me,
and rivers that washed under me,

My digital life behind.

But come, the end of time
when the trees must leave the woods.
walking from my roots,
walking to my legs.

The screens are all a’flicker
all the passwords now are entered
I leave the spring for winter.

Turn my digital life back on.

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Well I’m back. My heads a bit clearer after getting away for a week. But honestly, it wasn’t long enough.

It was such a relief to get away. I really did forget about everyone. Unintentionally of course. It just… happened.

My life at home disappeared and it was only me and these kids which I had to watch over. It wasn’t till Thursday night I even remembered any of the friends back home, hell, I remembered that I HAD friends back home. What an odd feeling to remember something you’ve never forgotten, simply having stored it away. Funny how the lack of things around you to be reminders really do make you forget. But now I’ve returned, and, like the poem above mentions (inspired by me trying to turn my phone on, in the bus on the way home), I return to the rude awakening of modern conveniences.

I’m happy for one thing though. I get back and Gabe has for me a copy of the leaked songs of Patrick Wolf’s newest album “The Magic Position”… I absolutely love it!! What a tale of love from start to finish, what a poppy beat I can smile fully to. AH! Thanks Gabe, I owe you one.

The kids at science camp were fantastic. Me and Armando (Who, during the week were known as “Redwood” and “Bat”, our nature names) happened to be paired together as the “Special Cabin” (a.k.a. The Redwood Bats), because someone there didn’t realize they were getting so many kids and cabin leaders.

The kids mind’s were so fresh, and I was SO relieved I didn’t have to deal with Monta Vista students, instead we got Poet-Christian kids. Nine students between the two of us, along with an insane schedule to match. We managed, and I’ll be sure to post some pictures of the event soon.

Now for current events, I’m pissed… why?  Because I feel lied to, and misunderstood… I just found out that the Manager at Perko’s doesn’t want to hire me because I can’t work weekends…. thing is… I NEVER SAID THAT. I did say that there were a few days coming up that I couldn’t work (for Coachella, QYAD, and the Poetry Competition Awards, but I didn’t tell him that), and how that translates to not being able to work weekends baffles me.

So now I’m jobless.. but still… good riddance to Quizno’s. I was never meant to work there. The last day was HELL. A two hour long rush where I literally never stopped moving, and sweat was forming on my brows. Not to mention the nagging from my coworkers that I had to move faster…. ugh. I’m just glad that’s over, good riddance to food service. My mother say’s I’m stupid for saying what I did in the first place, but I figure, if I got turned down for it, there’s a reason. I have stuff to enjoy and take care of NOW. So I might as well enjoy it.

 Sigh… well here we go now, back to normallicy, as the poem above describes. I miss the woods and dirt already.

I hope you all enjoy my new blog, this is where you’ll find my thoughts from now on. And I suspect now the only people who’ll read are the ones who really care about them. Myspace was a bugger anyway, it’s about time I dropped it.

-Dan