What's that smell?..

Frequently, a conversation with my sister and brother-in-law turns into a debate on health, fitness, and the like. I love to exercise and all, and tend to eat balanced meals--something healthy and not so healthy--but sometimes I question their information. This time our talk was turned to analyze the length of my armpit hair. They thought it would be a good idea that I trimmed it a bit. “Huh? No way, it’ll itch like crazy.”

Anyways today before getting in the shower I contemplated the idea and tried to imagine what kind of a difference it would make. What I didn’t expect is for my armpits to look like Will Smith’s buzzed flattop from his Fresh Prince years. And yeah...it itches. “Why’d I listen to them?” But then I was quickly grateful for not spilling how I skipped showering for a week after coming home from school. It wasn’t bad though, at least not as bad as it sounds. I preferred jumping in the pool. How do you think we men get by when we’re in the wilderness?

Treedom

04/08/09

There is this tree at the edge of a pond. The branches are thick and steady in the wind of change that blows around me, while the little branches--still young--quake as they try to find their place in the sky.

In its trunk run deep grooves, scars, and wrinkles of the past, each one rich with stories and experiences it wishes to tell if someone were around to listen. There are times it stands alone, but not today. I sit at its feet and hear the birds that once nested in the branches, the laughter of those who climbed its limbs, the scratching pens of poets and writers that sat in a daze upon its roots, and the sweet whisper of lovers it had witnessed scratch their names into its flesh.

What more will it have to say? The wind could not keep me away today, but it's now silent and awaits my return.

05/25/09

The seasons have changed and so has the tree. It is green again. I didn't know if I would ever see life in these branches, but it is alive, and I'm alive. Leaves fill in the empty spaces once felt and gather light from the summer sun. She cuddles me within her roots and I rest.

First line

I think the first post kind of sets the preview for what can be expected, so here it is:

I eat plants for fun.

Now the blogging begins...