Thursday, February 11, 2010

Our Deepest Fear By Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness
That most frightens us.

We ask ourselves
Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.

Your playing small
Does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking
So that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine,
As children do.
We were born to make manifest
The glory of God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us;
It's in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine,
We unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we're liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.

Venice Beach Break Dancers

Been playing around w/ this lately

For Christmas, CSI:Miami Production gave each of the cast and crew one of these nifty little camcorders as a holiday gift. I told Polly that I'd check it out for her and she hasn't seen it since. Pretty cool. Limited, no zoom, but easy to stick in your pocket and a decent HD picture. I shot this footage at Venice Beach earlier today. I met Matthew on Facebook and we arranged to meet at Venice Beach and do some street performing. Check it out, we had a good time.

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Todays adventure • Busking at Venice Beach w/ a new friend

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Bo’s Cigar Lounge

Tuesday afternoon it rained. . . again. I was feeling shut in and needed a field trip. A quick Google search and I was delighted to find a cigar lounge near by. I got in my car and headed for Bo’s Cigar Lounge in Torrance. Two seconds in, I felt like I hit the jack pot. Large comfy leather chairs, foot stools, big ass, flat screens and a well stocked humidor. The kid behind the counter was helpful and energetic. I told him I liked the place and that it was nice to see a place where one could enjoy the luxury of a fine cigar in a civilized environment. There were a few guys hanging, smoking, working on laptops and watching TV.

I entered the walk in humidor like a kid in a candy store. I love the smell of tobacco and cedar in the morning. It smells like . . . victory. I treated myself to a Diamond Crown #4 Robusto Maduro. Took it to the counter where Tony rung me up. Next to the register was a bowl with a variety of cutters and lighters. I opted for the v cut and the butane torch lighter to get situated. Planted my ass in one of those big chairs and puffed away while I worked in my planner and shuffled cards. As guys came in, they went around and introduced themselves. Bonus points for the friendly atmosphere. After my smoke I gave Tony one of my postcards and told him to keep me in mind for any upcoming events. I split and was pleased to find Polly home early. The rain continued well into the night.