Sunday, September 12, 2010

I do believe

One of my favorite singers.
Good song.

Sunday, July 25, 2010


Tastes like a sweet potatoe to me. Pretty good, I suggest you try one if you haven't already.

Slice it and then fry it in a tablespoon of olive oil.

The first time I had this was about 15 years ago, when I knew this Nigerian guy who came to ND from NY. His name was Malik (sp?).

I wonder where he is now.

He pan fried a plantain for me since I hadn't ever seen one until then and he couldn't believe it.

Anyway, time for bed.

I hope you all are well.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Colorado on my mind.

Going to be headed down to CO next week for a week. Hopefully I will get into the hills for a morning with McKenzie. When we were hiking in the river bottoms this spring she said she wants to hike in the mountains, so...

There's nothing like the smell of pine, the sound of a stream and just being in the mountains.

Here is John Denver talking about Rocky Mountain High; one of my favorite songs.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

One of the best summers ever.

There was a summer when I rode bike everywhere. We looked for arrowheads where old villiages once existed near the river.
We spent many nights by the river with good friends and learned a lot about ourselves and each other.
I met nearly all of my closest friends that summer and the others that are my close friends now are a result of those friends. All except 3 or so.
I worked at a hardware store and had lots of adventures. Made my first trip to the Rockies and it changed my life forever.
That was definitely one of the best summers of my life and I'm greatful.

Thanks Matt and everyone else who I'm friends with now becuase of!!!

I can't imagine life without all of you.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

A few of the best who ever lived

I was listening to a song tonight that always reminds me of my grandparents. Its a song by Van Zant called "Help somebody". This song hits so close to home it practically brings tears to my eyes everytime I hear it. I wish I had some digital pics to post of my grandparents on here. Maybe I will be able to get some from my folks one of these days.

My grandma was one of the most giving people I know, had the biggest heart and she was only 4 foot 10 inches tall. My memories of her are always of giving. Giving to me, my cousins and all kinds of people who needed someone to listen. My grandma worked for Community Action and her job was never 8 to 5. I remember meeting so many people who would stop in at her house to talk with her, needing her for who she was. But, I also remember her turning into a little fireball when she would get mad at my grandpa or one of us kids for something. She walked her talk always.

My grandpa was one also one of the kindest people I have ever met. I can still hear his laugh and I can still feel his hug. My grandpa had an answer for everything, whether it was always right or not I don't know. But he was one hell of a man and one of the things I remember my grandma telling me that he said to her once was "I will always stand by your side no matter what, as long as you always tell me the truth". And he did. I cannot even remember a single time when he was mad at her.

Both of my grandparents died a little more than a year apart from each other at about 68 years old, both from Pancreatic cancer in April,2002 and October,2003. The saddest thing I have ever experienced was a night in March about a month before my grandma died, standing in her kitchen and giving her a hug as I was crying, because we all knew she was going to die soon and she just kept telling me it's going to be alright.

One of the best memories I have of my grandpa, even though it was on his death bed was when he said to me "you and I are so alike, Blake, we are so alike".

I guess this post is obviously more for me than anyone, but I guess most blogs are in my opinion. They make good journals.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Here and gone

So,one of my favorite seasons has come and gone... unless it rains again before June.

The Morels were back and it has been a very enjoyable few weeks. It seems that I might have been a week or more late on my initial harvest I was told.

Last Wed. McKenzie and I collected over 70. Then on Sat. between me, my dad, McKenzie, uncle and cousins we collected close to 150. Then yesterday I had a half hour and found about 10 that were in good shape, but there were a lot of them dried up already.

McKenzie even started finding them on her own!! I wonder how many 3.5 year olds there are wandering the woods finding Morels on their own? I'm proud of her and she is my little out of doors buddy.

Anyway, a few things came to mind as I was walking the "river bottoms" this season that I will share (besides better pictures of the Morels for identification purposes).

1. The first is that beyond the general appreciation of the Morel, taking it step further in realizing that each one you have the honor to pick could be the last one. This year they weren't as plentiful as last year. I was anticipating another year like last so I left a bunch that most people would have picked, but I was only picking the freshest at that time.

2. When I go to harvest the mushroom, I cut it at about 1/4 to 1/2 way up the stem. I noticed that this is how much the deer leave when they eat them, so it is obviously the right thing to do.

3. I don't really understand the reproductive cycle of the mushroom, so I don't know when it is that they release their spores. I know that isn't very responsible, but as a result of that lack of knowledge I have decided that I will leave several standing when I find a group of them and anything that has any part of the mushroom that is too dried up or moldy will be left where it stands.

4. I like to use a knife to cut the mushroom off, but a scissor would work fine. This minimizes the risk of damage to the lower half and underground structure.

Anyway, I will post some pics soon!

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Anxiously waiting

Well, if all goes well we should be about 1 month out from the return of the Morels.
I went into the woods yesterday to check it out hoping they were either early or that I had just found them a little late last year.
Not the case.
It is still too dry and it has been cold. Hell we even had snow this past Sunday so it's not mushroom friendly weather.
I did take my little girl with me though and she loved it! She also has a surprisingly good memory for specific areas that we stopped etc. I can only dream where that kind of awareness already for the woods will lead.
Anyway, going to Montana and Wyoming for the weekend.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Who cares, right?

Have you ever noticed that the word liar is within the word peculiar?

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Answer to "The meaning of life"

I truly believe that I have figured out the meaning of life. It's really so simple.

The meaning of life is simply to Live, to be alive. That's it! Our exsistence alone is the meaning of life. Everything else is just a benefit or a distraction.

The meaning of life can be summed up, easily observed and witnessed all throughout nature. The more simple forms of life (when compared to interactions such as human to human, not DNA) especially show us this is true, in my opinion.

Take a flower for example. What is the purpose of life of a flower? Is its only purpose to simply act as a servant to other life forms? I say no, but my explanation of this will sound insane to those of you who don't already understand what I'm saying here. If you don't understand I politely suggest you open your mind. I acquired it first through years of time in nature,especially through the mountains and hunting. And then formed a deeper understanding of my life and other life through exposure to Taoist philosophy.

I'm not claiming that this is the only way to find it, find it on your own terms.

Anyway, I do realize that you can argue yes to my question about the flower and its purpose. But do you really believe the meaning of life is only to support other life? There's nothing in it for us beyond that?

I also realize that we all play a part willingly or not in the existence of other life forms, even after we die. But, I assure you, the true meaning of life is simply to live and hopefully enjoy it while you are here.

Because it's "such a long long time to be gone and a short time to be there".

Friday, January 15, 2010

Good song and question

It's come to our attention
Life now is bound to change
While we the peaceful majority
We sit back and anticipate

These are our days now
These are not the same now
These are not the same
These human beings are dangerous
Their greed is contagious
Now the world it waits

These people they attacked our freedom
Their weapons technology and hate
Lives were stolen without warning
Brothers and sisters now erased

These are our days now
These are not the same now
These are not the same
These human beings are dangerous
Their greed is contagious
Now the world it waits


How do you interpret this song? Maybe I should try and find it somewhere as to what he is saying here, before I ask and make a fool out of myself by writing my thoughts.

I mean it seems pretty obvious. Spet. 12, the day after, life has surely changed. I get that.

I'm sure I'm stating the obvious here, but, I hear this song as though he laying out the fears of both "sides". And by sides I don't necessarily mean us and the "terrorists", but more between all of us who are simply caught up in it all. Mostly the innocent who get caught up in the real bullshit, which to them, even if they have a clue why "we" are there would be a very scary situation.

Anyway, I'm curious if someone can tell me their thoughts or the exact meaning behind Xavier Rudd's lyrics in this song.

I love the melody of the guitar-like instrument and his singing and of course the dige. To say he is an amazing artist is definitely an understatment.