Posts tagged: life
I have come to the conclusion that I cannot live freely the way I want where I currently reside at. How I define freedom is not being dependent on a Iphone, or tv, or internet, or a grocery store or anyone else in order to make it in life. This photo from Travel Alaska pretty much sums up the freedom in my life that I want, I want natural beauty and peace, not man made BS that is hyped up to where we cannot function as a whole without it.
I’ve always wanted to go out in the rain, and I don’t mean light rain I mean piss pouring monsoon type shit and take photo’s. Problem is that’s going to ruin my 60D. One day I’ll do it, when I can figure out how to not ruin a camera I spent $1500 bucks on.
Short film by a former soldier about PTSD. Probably the best video depiction I’ve seen so far. The ending though is something that is I think the best part, because there are things that only other Vets will understand.
Back in May or June, me and my buddy were telling another person in our unit about how we had not seen each other in person until that day since April 8th 2012. We just talked about how the last time we saw each other was the morning we landed in Kandahar at 3:30 am or so. We got off the C-17, it was already hot, and we walked from where the plan was parked to the pax terminal for inbound folks. I remember many of us took a smoke break as soon as we got to the smoking area since the flight was a few hours from where we left. My buddy Phillips, and I’ll never forget it. We were inside, I was staying in Kandahar, and he was leaving soon to go elsewhere in Afghanistan, I remember we looked at each other, gave each other a hug and said be safe and that we would see each other once we were done. Both of us had the same look on our faces of concern about the unknown, and that we hoped everyone we came with would go home. He left early as part of force reduction so we didn’t leave together as we thought we would. And it was funny and one of the best feelings you’ll ever have, I remember I was in my unit’s HQ building it was either my first or second drill back at my unit. Phillips came walking in, I had my back turned and someone said Phillips what’s up, I turned around and said “Chai Boy” it’s a nickname we used at Fort Polk when we were in the class leaning how to call in Artillery support, our call sign was “Chai Boy Phillips” (He’s got blonde hair and blue eyes so we figured the Afghan men would love him haha) And it was great, we both smiled and gave each other the biggest hug. And as we told the other Sailor in our unit, it’s been over 14 months since we last saw each other face to face. Yup nothing like seeing your friends again when the last time you saw each other it was as goodbye, and you both knew this could be the last time you ever see the other alive.
These are the kind of days that will be upon us before we know it. Mornings like this when it’s chilly and yet calm is when I think of a good cup of coffee and a smoke go hand in hand, while just taking that few minutes out of your life to appreciate life and it’s beauty and the calmness.
Just searching out chill music on soundcloud and came across Mitis. Liking his dubstep and his chill stuff, sounds like this make life a little bit better.
In a perfect world I would not live where I live or do what I do. I’d move elsewhere in the mountains of the norther Rocky’s of western Montana, or Easter Idaho, or even up to Alaska. Being one with God’s green earth, without the interference of Bullshit from other people and the endless drama that we create and for what, what good does it bring us as a people as a whole? Just my Guns, my family, my Jeep, my Stihl chain saw, and the forest enjoying life just making it, you know surviving without having to depending on anything or anyone else for it. Nothing like felling a tree, cutting it up into mill logs and or for fire wood. You know, well some know splitting wood with nothing but a maul or splitting axe, and that smell in winter or that oak burning. Love that smell can’t wait for it this winter to be honest. Guess my life and the events of my life made me who I am. I never grew up in the city, but I never grew up in the country either. I was born in the mountains in the Philippines, but I’m still southerner at the same time, the only Filipino Redneck I know of, and the only pacific islander or Asian I know of that talks with a southern accent. My first job ever was tree work and logging along with some contract grass maintenance for the first year. And to those of you who have never done logging or tree work and or at least for my old boss, it’s flat out the most physically demanding thing I have ever done in my life. So I guess you could say living on the land and the outdoors are part of my genetics, in my DNA, but also learning about felling trees brought a new respect for nature and living. I guess it’s like this my daddy instilled “a honest day’s work” in me, while my first job/boss instilled “you’ll work your ass off and get er done.” And truth is ain’t neither one of those ever failed me.
Cover of Tool’s Lateralus with Cello’s. Very impressive, simple and yet a refined complexity that a fan of Tool greatly appreciates.
Well my goal of finding a blue label Glock 19 Gen 4 to replace my SigPro 2022 in 9mm went out the window earlier this week when the only blue label dealer in this whole area for like 200 miles told me he’s back ordered until mid 2014 on any Glock and is not accepting any new orders. So I’ll wait on that one, the Blue Label program for those who don’t know is for Military/LEO/EMS, etc as defined by Glock on their website and only a handful of Glock dealers are chosen by Glock to be a blue label dealer. The savings is pretty substantial vs the normal consumer price so I’m glad to wait till the end of the year and see what’s in stock then.
But in the meantime the gunshow is in town this weekend, and I have been eyeing AK 47/74’s their seeming to stabilize on the market and the prices are coming down on those 2 rifles. Some of you who follow me and are into firearms may ask why not a AR-15. Well as much as I like an AR platform because it’s what I carried in Afghanistan so I know the weapon very well, their just still too overpriced IMO, and so is the ammo for it. 5.56X45/.223 is the cheapest I’ve seen currently is going to cost $750 for 1000 rounds maybe more to buy and have it shipped to me. 7.62X39 is $249-$280 per 1000 rounds so your looking at between $280-$310ish shipped to my door, and 5.45X39 ammo for the AK-74 is $189.95 for 1080 round spam can (Russian Surplus) so for $220ish I can get 1080 rounds to my door, or about $500 even 2160 rounds to my door as of current pricing. That’s a hell of a lot cheaper than .22 Long Rifle and that at one time was some of the if not the cheapest ammo out, used to be able to go to WalMart and buy 500ish rounds of .22lr for around $15 bucks last year plus or minus depending on your state and taxes.
It’s possible I may be out taking photo’s over the next few days. Been a bit since I last did a photo hunt for the spot, just lots going on in my own life, but I need to get out and just be by myself for a bit.
Really feeling Com Truise and his style of music. Is it just me or does anyone else not listen to mainstream music anymore and only the little guys that make some nice ass tunes that are original and not some fake ass shit.
I know I’m glad to see ammo prices falling, over the last 2 months they have dropped quite a bit and it’s almost down to how much ammo was 7 months ago prior to the shootings, only problem is no one has any stock or at least they are advertising not having any, but still let the prices come down, don’t pay outrageous prices.
There are things that I do now that I didn’t in a past time, things that I do without even thinking and then I catch myself. I don’t like being out in public now, I can’t stand being around people, and if it’s large amounts of people I avoid it and or try to limit my time there as much as possible as I am hyper aware of my surroundings and it starts to cause overload on my senses after a while. I keep my back to the wall, scan everyone profiling for that person (threat) that doesn’t seem right and then I realize that I am doing it all without even thinking about it (muscle memory).
The thing is I don’t like to talk about anything like this with anyone, not even my own family, unless it’s a person who has been there and can relate on that kind of person level.