The Traveler, The Tourist - Thievery is Love (Lyrics included)

The Traveler, The Tourist is officially resurrected and in full swing. I'll bite my tongue on our plans but I'm excited and haven't been this excited over something musically in a long time. My instinct it to drone on and on about inspirations and the background going into it all but I'll save you the pain.

For now.

If this picks up any amount of steam then I'll release the flood gates, so invest in a rowboat.


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(lyrics)

Thievery is love

It steals the shirt right off your back

It plucks the notes from your favorite tracks 

And delivers them to your lucid dreams

The score to your personal silver screen

Where theres no lines other than the ones you cross and deny

There's no rules to define, no programs to redesign to take what you think is yours

String up the lures, sharpen the knives, grab a net and candle light

Hook and sink, the missing link, at least what was missing for the time being

Careful and cautious, there is no time

Theres only the moment and moment you left behind

Thievery is love

And It takes me, and steals my sense of reality

Hidden messages written with subconscious intent

And as hidden as it, it is read loud without regret

Take what you will, take what isn't nailed down

Or someone else will and walk out with what you found

Thievery is love

And It takes me, and steals my sense of reality

Meditation Week

07/25/2011

Days until Con : 38

There's something slippery and oddly rough about time. But I'm not going to blame the elusiveness of it just yet. I've actually been going out there, you know, into the world. You should be happy for me, thrilled even, perhaps you should donate to the cause. Venturing into the world has its' side effects.

My weight-loss suffered as I hadn't been keeping this blog up which is a constant reminder of what the hell I'm trying to do...with myself. You see riding around on autopilot is what the average person does and if you're core isn't strong enough to support a healthy foundation, that cheaply built foundation will slowly chip away. This week was a chip, and one that I needed if only for the research.

I was okay overall on food and exercise, but it slipped. Slipping, even for a week, shows. There are a couple of factors that went into play that I'll be analyzing in my laboratory. Okay I lied, I don't have laboratory, but if I did that would be awesome and rest assured it would be filled with bubbling tubes and electrical du-dads that beep and print out slips of statistics.

This will be my regroup and calm down week. There's a lot of things in motion, emotionally even, and taking time to meditate can only be a good thing.

Besides, I'm broke until friday tired there's only so much waffle house I can stand.

Text (messaging) is Life

07/20/2011

Days until Con : 43

I've been without my cellphone all day today and I forget how disconnected I feel without it. On one point it's refreshing, but that's a novelty that wears off way too soon.

Anyways. I don't have much to report. I tennis'd with Jones, and had some pretty awesome wings for lunch. I kept myself busy with manual labor all day and I'm ready to stay in bed and devolve into a pile of sleepy goo.

Which sounds bad, but it feels oh so good.

Reliable. Like a Panda. Pandas are reliable right?

07/19/2011

Days until Con : 44

The last 4 days have been pretty non-stop. Usually I post with a reliability rarely seen in men of my caliber but I swear baby, these are forces outside of my control. Okay fine, I could've controlled it, but then I would've had such a great weekend.

For the first time since I started losing weight I went out into the public. Like where people play. Like to a bar in downtownish Atlanta, karaoke night. Though at first I had some social anxiety, I eventually calmed down (thanks to alcohol) and was able to have a completely awesome time with awesome people. A really attractive and wonderfully geeky chick flirted with me. I was perhaps a bit concerned that she could break me into tiny bits and stuff me in her scooter storage compartment (that wasn't sexual) but that's just a normal thing I get scared of whenever meeting anyone new. (strangers can be crazy)

We had coffee the next day. I gave her a panic attack (no really). It was a memorable night.

I've been pretty even on my healthy living. I didn't eat outrageously, but I did indulge a bit on everything else. Haven't really worked out and have had enough coffee to drown a hipster. That's fine. My cheat week was worth it, and you know what? I'm thinking of doing it again, only this time not making it such an extended celebration.

My schedule for the week is completely screwed...

Wednesday - Work/Tennis
Thursday - Work/Mountain
Friday - Work/Gaming
Saturday - Possible Gaming
Sunday - Laundry/Sleeping in/Work/Writing music

I have to squeeze a date in there, I'm sure it'll fit.

I also have to squeeze in some me time, or I'll snap something larger than a twig but smaller than a human in two.

I also need to finish reading Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Sausages.

Busy.

07/15/2011

I've accepted a 6 pack contest. Meaning the first one to get a 6 pack abs wins. What do we win? 6 pack abs. The person I'm in this contest with has a fairly good head start but I've never been the one to let that kind of thing get me down. I have tenacity. Like a wolf. Or a starving chihuahua. It was just the added incentive I needed to kick my exercise back into gear. 

Yesterday I tennis'd with Adam, and it was great to get out and do something active. Of course we didn't really play tennis per say, we just kind of hit the ball around until we were too tired to carry on. 

That's it. I'm done. It's going to be a busy weekend.