Man vs Wild

Camping out has spawned such talk of the "nose jacket". Im not sure this has been invented yet, but if it hasnt pattening is happening RIGHT NOW.



Maya and me have been trying to break the world record for consecutive nights of camping out. Sadly this record was cut short after heavy thunder and lightning storms blew in that left us retreating to our parents room.

We fashioned a tent out of some tarps and the closeline running along our gate in the back yard. Maya is so handy. She puts me to shame as a boy scout. We used pencils and screws and anything we could find for stakes.

All of this came about becase of such stress I was having. I still havnt found a sturdy job and Ive been home 2 weeks now. All this excess time has made me feel quite anxious. To release all this excess energy I have been digging a hole in the backyard. This hole became a fire pit and fire pits ensnues CAMPING!!

But back to the nose jacket though,
We always feel bundeled to perfection at night except for the very tip of the nose. At first the production team thought the nose jacket should take on a gel form, almost like a cucumber mask, then they decided it ought to be something like one of those snoring strips but larger with heat, simmilar to a large bandaid. Then the nose jacket was born, it has yet it go onto the market, but test models are available.

We talk late into the night about such things and surprisingly when we wake up to the sounds of birds singing, the ideas sound even better. I love waking up to the sound of birds! It sounds cliche but there really is nothing better, I like it so much because it makes me feel as if were a part of the wild.

Here I am initiating some new members of our camp out.

Ruby Rose

Nola Louise

The first night we spent the night in the great outdoors was rather humorous.

To be absolutely authentic we needed smore stuff and snacks so we ventured to QFC at 1:30 and wandered around for about an hour. Then we ran out of gas and I felt so bad for my parents who had to come bail us out from the side of the road at 2:30 in the morning.

Crisis always teaches you about people. You dont truly know someone until you have seen them in crisis. My parents were confused but luckily not mad!

I love hanging out with Maya. Monica has been on vacation for the past week so its just the two of us plus the dogs. I dont know how much she likes hanging out with me but I always have fun with her. I found these videos from Christmas break that I thought were funny. We wanted to do a special on classy canines. Summer will bring about a whole new series. Stay tuned!

This feature :

Classy Cannines: Cristmas syle.

Also stay tuned this summer for:

Dogs in Heat (Dogs enjoying the hot months of summer)

"Stunting is very painful and will eventually kill"

A cruel practice known as "Stunting" happens everyday all around the world in fish tanks and in our own classrooms, cities and backyards.

“The limits of my language means the limits of my world”

I’ve decided to write a book. Well Ive decided to start the writing part.

This has been a goal I set at 18, filed it away as a 5 year goal and it seems almost over night two years have passed. So it just dawned on me I should start!

It seems almost a vain thing to do, but one of my favorite things in reading is this quote that goes something like" The miracles in books happen when your going along reading and then-an idea you thought entirely unique to you is set down in writing by someone who you dont know or is long dead and it is as if someone has reached out and taken your hand".

This has happened to me so many times it would be awesome to do that for someone else. I heard once that, the greatest miracle in life is to look into eachothers eyes for just an instant.

For two years now I’ve walked around waiting for inspiration to strike yet its time to just put pen to paper, fingertip to key and WRITE!

I heard once that goldfish can actually grow up to three feet but never actually do just because their tank isn’t big enough; Their growth is stunted and they die before they ever reach their potential.

The Goldfish Syndrome I fear more then anything. I don’t doubt the existence of God or that heaven is a place where flowers boom all year long and music is in our bones just as much as it in our ears, and everyone will understand each other one hundred percent, even animals, but we can still be alone if we want to, but I fear so much dying without growing all the way or doing all I intended.


I have no idea yet what to write about. I hope though, a homeless person could feel at home, and someone with a big house to feel without one for a moment, and high school kids to feel like they have a friend, and parents to feel like its okay their still growing up and elderly people to see that humanity is still on their side.

So today Im starting to write! And with it I wish for all people and fish alike to leave their tanks and find the ocean!