A Trapdoor In The Sun

I was listening to this Peter Gabriel song today, and it hit me. Though the song is about experiencing the death of a loved one, the lyrics pinpointed exactly what I've been going through over the past year. Last September, a six year relationship died. It was devastating, probably more so than the divorce I went through when I was younger, mainly because I still loved this person. Our relationship had been experiencing a slow death for months and I refused to believe that eventually it would draw it's final breath. She was unhappy, and began an open affair with a co-worker. Still, I got out the resuscitation paddles and attempted to keep us on life support. Finally, in August, she pulled the plug. I left her the house and moved out on my own, determined to move on. My life was turned upside down and slowly I've worked on rebuilding it. But the grieving process remained... slowly my love for her went away, then the pain of missing her... then all I was left with was anger. ...

I'm sure this movie has been out for a year or so now, but I caught it last night on Starz and was angered by the obvious greed on the part of the automotive and oil industries. My dad's boss, aeronautical pioneer Burt Rutan had one of these EV1's for a while in the early 2000's. He kept dodging the repo' guy from GM...hiding the car in a hanger at work..because he loved it so much. Eventually he had to turn it in when GM threatened to sue. Then it went out to GM's proving grounds in AZ and became scrap to be buried in a landfill. Isn't it odd that such a good idea would be considered so dangerous that the automotive industry would want to bury it from the American people like it never even existed? EV's were introduced in California when the California Air Resources Board had the state law changed to make zero emmissions vehicle sales mandatory in the state, with the percentage of such type vehicles sold required to increase on a yearly basis. Basically...

A friend of mine over on Myspace wrote a blog over the weekend that really got me thinking. She asked, "How do you perceive home?" To elaborate, do you consider the place you live now, where you work, shop, play, and exist as home? Or is it where you were born and raised? Is it with your parents or maybe an ex-lover? Or are you a Jack Kerouac, considering the next town over the hill your home... for now. What is 'home' to you? Home is where the heart is. For the longest time during my mid to late 20's, I always thought of San Luis Obispo, CA as my home. I called it my 'happy place'. I had went to college there along with several of my best friends from high school, and those years molded and shaped my thoughts and beliefs like no other time of my life. When I moved on, I felt tied to SLO; not unlike a surfer is tied to the ocean no matter where he lives. Home to me was walking down Higuera St. during Farmer's Market , or spending the afternoon brows...