ready to get busy.

never let it be said i dont know how to show my kids a good time....


robyn banks.
no, for real. i did this on my sister.
she took it like a champ. and got me some socks.
i just got the picture developed.
digital, you say?   bobby digital, i reply. look it up.


we spent the most incredible week of springtime weather together.
it was still cold up in the mountains. (that's Pinkham Notch) but it was still super rad.
we rode bikes. we ate so much elite food, we watched 'nim's island' at the movie theater,
we read books, and drew for hours. i can honestly say these were some truly excellent days.

today, i had a talk about the word reckless with my friend jim. he came over and shared his old dublin mixture, and we enjoyed it thoroughly. right after some very crispy homemade homefries.
we talked abut his very dope new vest (hand-knit by his own self, yo), and about j.r.r. tolkien.
pipe smoke does that to people, i guess.......hobbits like a mo-fo, ninja.

reckless is defined by webster's thusly:
Reckless
Reck"less\, a. [AS. reccele['a]s, r[=e]cele['a]s.]

1. Inattentive to duty; careless; neglectful; indifferent. --Chaucer.

2. Rashly negligent; utterly careless or heedless.
 
Syn: Heedless; careless; mindless; thoughtless; negligent; indifferent; regardless; unconcerned; inattentive; remiss; rash.

keep in mind that the synonyms involve the absence of a real thing. mindless, thoughtless, etc. but there is no word reck. nor reckful.
however, there is a word rackful. so i did a little berserker word search,
and rackful is based on middle english for rack, which is adapted from old dutch "rec",
and means framed, or fenced, like for livestock, who otherwise would go tear-assing around, recklessly(ahem)...... so being reckless literally meant being untethered, and unframed, as in unfenced and open-ended, without clear boundaries........i'm like a detective and junk, yo.
learning stuff makes me freak out harder than ever. i really love words. hard.

i'm learning about The Difference these days, too.
mostly, its why i'm like me, and ya'll are like you, and other people are beat street doo-doo butterballs. its because theres a difference, or more reverently The Difference.
its that special gravy that makes life more interesting
than the herds of turds you mix with all day.
The Difference is the outcome of the just be dope principle.
i mean, how much harder can it be to just be dope, instead of just being around? c'mon.
every choice: pick the wrench
every voice: never quiet
every day: spit hot fire
every way: never soft
every decision, every time. how you are, kids. how you are is what makes you who you are, and defines what you do.......i'll keep sayin it.
the hottness is how you make it, wherever you make it, and i'm declaring a five foot bubble around my person as the ever-expanding epicenter of a 'weak-sauce-free zone'. the sovereign soil i sanctify with barbarian boullion cubes of lava-fed flavor.
thats what refusing not to be dope tastes like.
delicious.