August 2013


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Are you up there
Watching over me
Do I make you proud
Is there anything you don’t see
It’s been seven years
Since you went away
But I still see your face
Every single day
As I look in the mirror
Your eyes look back at mine
Was I a good son
I fear I wasted too much time
I should have called more often
Just to say hello
Hindsight is 20/20
I always heard, but now I know
In my dreams I hear your voice
I wake and know you’re gone
I feel you watch and guide me
I know that I’m not wrong
I hope you knew I loved you
And that I’ll always care
And if you ever doubted
The truth is in the name I Bear.

Ha… see what I did there? 😉

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  So… we all know I don’t make a bunch of money. Hell… who really does?! But I had quite the adventure in Povertyland yesterday.

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(Enjoying the beginning of Adventure Time)
  First, my bus didn’t show up. In fact… the first two buses didnt show up. Luckily, I discovered that my little sister wasn’t working, so she was able to give me a ride to work. I gave her part of my bus money, leaving me with enough to grab the trolley on the way home, and had enough for the next couple days.
    My boss, whom I commute with (After getting to his house via the bus) had some type of emergency with his gf and had to leave. He wasn’t able to make it back.
    The bus that I normally don’t have to take is more expensive. It takes you over the mountains, and back to my area. After having to catch that, I didn’t have enough money to catch the lightrail home. It’s about 10 miles. Mind you, I stand at work all day and my shoes are worn out.
    See where this is going? My sister asked to only be asked for rides in an emergency due to lack of funds. I didn’t deem this to be one.
  Off the bus finally at 7:00 p.m. I started walking. My journey started near the H.P. Pavilion.

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(Home of the San Jose Sharks, and former home of San Jose Stealth Lacrosse)
    There were many people on the path that I walked, but it was much nicer than walking through downtown. I had figured out the milage, and the path running next to the Guadalupe River was less than half a mile longer.
     I was feeling pretty good at this point, and was only moderately tired. There are lots of wild animals along the trail; and many dog walkers too. I saw some rabbits and stopped for a moment to thank the universe for such a cool sight. We don’t see many wild rabbits out here in San Jose.

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(I know it’s not a rabbit, but I didn’t get a pic of them)
    I continued my journey north as the sun started reaching the horizon. I was approaching my halfway point. The San Jose Mineta International Airport. I’ve seen airports, driven by them and all that… but I don’t know if you can appreciate the size unless you walk past one. It took about 45 minutes to walk past. I mean, I was right next to the thing. The short term parking was very pretty in the quickly fading light.

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(With the sun blocked by the building, I got a nice second shot)
    I continued onward… although my feet were starting to feel the effects of my journey. Lol.

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(It’s not poverty, it’s ventilation)
    I mentioned in my last post that I discovered geocaching. Well, I’m always checking the official site to see if anything is near. There were about five or six caches along the way. I skipped the ones in the beginning, but after dark had finally fallen, I couldn’t resist finding at least one. So I took about five minutes, found it, signed the log, and moved on. I couldn’t take a pic of the log sheet like I normally do. On my next journey through the area, I will have to grab a pic. 🙂 But here’s a shot of a sign log about the same size.

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(Writing that small is tough)
    Have you ever walked down the street at night? There’s something moderately scary about it. Well on the trail it gets real dark. You can hear animals crashing through the brush. You hear mysterious noises behind you and imagine it’s something awful. Only to turn around and discover that it’s only the sound of your backpack. Lol
    I was texting my best friend all the way home. She is my dearest friend. She’s on the east coast, but insisted on staying awake until I arrived home safely at about 1:30 a.m. her time.
    I had to stop texting at one point around 9:00 because as I looked up from my phone and my eyes adjusted to the dark, there was a skunk walking across my path. That could have been a disaster. Lol

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(Wish I had a camera instead of my phone. This was beautiful)
    The final mile took about 45 minutes. My eyes were blurry and my mind was foggy because I hadn’t eaten since the night before. Ever experience hypoglycemia? It sucks. But thanks to the fact that I’ve been in that position before… and I used to party a lot as a teen… it was nothing I couldn’t handle.

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(One for the sports fans. Levi Stadium, future home of the S.F. 49ers.)
    Crossing the final street with about a half mile to go, a car decided he wasn’t going to wait for this pedestrian to cross before turning. I know he saw me, because he honked at about the same time I felt the wind from his side mirror. After a long day, I lost control. I saw him look at me through the driver side window as this all happened. I yelled, “That’s right!! Keep driving asshole” He was about 50 yards away when he hit the brakes, “This is it” I thought, “If this dude gets out of his car with anything but a, “”sorry”” I’m gonna put his head into the pavement.” I threw my arms out and yelled, “Fuck you!!!” I guess he decided he didn’t want any, because he sped off.
    When I got home, my feet were so sore, that it didn’t even feel good to take off my shoes. I said hi to my uncle, (who gave my his last few bucks for the bus) made a sandwich and some top ramen, and passed out.
    A quick note for those that know the San Jose area. I started walking at Diridon Station by H.P. Pavilion, and my house is near 1st and Tasman. Lol
    Thank you Blue, for staying up to make sure I got home safe. You are truly a great friend! *hugs*

Geocaching:  The outdoor sport or game of searching for hidden objects by using Global Positioning System (GPS) Coordinates posted on the internet.
I’ve known about this for a long time, but always passed it off as a dorky thing to do.  Who the hell wants to go out and find a box of crap, only to sign a log and leave?!  Well, recently I heard about it again and started thinking it might be fun.  I started researching a bit, discovered the rules, and decided that this morning I would take my young son with me and find one.  I registered on Geocache.com and got everything ready.  Did a search within five miles of my area and discovered that there are about 650 caches in that radius. 

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I was amazed!!  So I found one close and decided that before my son and I went rollerblading, we would go find it.  Now, I can’t give anything away about the positioning of the cache in case someone in my area reads this.  That would totally take away the thrill of the search… but I will explain what I can. 
We awoke and prepared for the journey in the earlyish morning light.  My son was excited at the prospect of what we would find.  We were total cache virgins, and didn’t really know what to expect. We grabbed our backpacks, some water, and headed out into the day.  The cache was only about a half a mile away.  I downloaded a program that kind of goes along with geocaching.com and allows me to view the cache on a live time map, radar, or static map.  We chose radar.  It was great!! 

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It was like playing a real life video game.  Following a blip on the radar until we got close enough to find it.  We came upon the area where it was and I shut the radar down.  We kind of knew the area… hell, I had been by it many times in the last few years, never knowing it was there.  There had been a hint within the posting that said, “Walk in and look up.”  We did just that.
Tristan spotted it first.  He was so excited.  A small Tupperware container rested in the area.  We took it out, and sat down to open it.  Here are the internals.

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Tris was way into all the little trinkets, even though I explained that today we would be taking nothing.  If you take something, you must leave something in return.  I was more interested in looking at the logbook.  It turns out that the first signing was 08/05/09.  Almost four years to the day when we found it.  Someone even found it yesterday.  I had seen the log online.  It just blows my mind.  So many people have been here, at different times, and we all have this in common.
So after we took some photos, and put the unit back, we were supposed to go rollerblading.  (I’m in the process of teaching my son how to blade)  But I asked my son, “Hey, there’s another one not far from here.  Wanna go find it?”  He agreed and off we went. 
One of the things I find are that it’s the adventure that’s important.  As we were walking down the street we found this tree.  Tris laughed so hard he almost fell over.

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So we approach the next cache via radar and start looking.  I became super excited because Tris passed the cache and I found it.  The clue had been, “Tree low, sweet chariot.”  We opened it up and found the log, and one tiny little trinket.

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We signed it and replaced and headed off to go rollerblading.  It was a great day, and I’m very happy about the caches.  As I posted on the website when I listed the finds… A lot of times as a divorcee, I feel like a failure as a father.  But the people who place these things give us a chance to bond with, not only humanity… but our children as well.
If I can give you one piece of advice… go geocaching.  It’s great fun, and you can kill a bit of time.
Have a great day everyone.  Luv ya all.