Maine teachings.

I am a product of my own luck.

I am a product of the family I did not choose, but love ever more for.

I am a product of the teachers who molded me, mindlessly or deliberately.

I am a product of the friends who supported me, without doubt.

I am a product of the mountain I love, tall and proud and beautiful.

I am a product of the love that I sow, certain only in it's means.

I am a product of the professors who rejected my second best, but showed me my best.

I am a product of the science I know to be truth, in harmony with the natural world.

I am a product of my alma-mater, tried and true and of its own.

I am a product of chance and happenstance, and knowing when to leap.

I am a product of sacrificing nothing worth keeping, and keeping nothing worth sacrificing.

I am a product of today and yesterday, and tomorrow will be better for it.

I am a product of a chance roll, and a calculated move.

I am a product of my own luck, and nothing else.

I want it so bad, it's the first thing I see when I wake.

My Morning Jacket is playing in my headphones. I'm so excited for tomorrow. I haven't looked forward to a day as much as this in a very long time. That nervous, sick-to-your-stomach feeling I get just before I arrive is addictive. How it disappears as soon as I see that smile. Those eyes. Oh my. Those eyes.

Tomorrow is special because its another day where I get to be luckier than I deserve, luckier than I could imagine.

The scenic route isnt always the right route, but sometimes it's your route. I think we'll take the scenic route tomorrow. No need to rush, no need to take the expected road. I'm long since done with the highway masses. The journey is the destination. At least it is for me. I could not care less what's in store at the end--in the middle of Ohio. I only care about the puzzle pieces, the the building blueprints, the GPS' constant "recalculating" message...it's time to switch it up. Change the pitch up.

How you gonna throw a shut-out if all you do is bitch?

Onward and upward and toward.

the future is fine by me

some land holds a home
some of my years only hold me to Rome
but I tell myself its true
you see a home you see a man
you see it too

and I say don't you know you have her
go on kiss her now you boy

I got wise and I got old 
not once, not once did I fall 
so dont you now

I got wise and I got old 
not once, not once did I fall 
so dont you now


blind pilot - new york

where the grass is dyed

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joe was born in new york city, son of paul and catherine
always down and always out,
but his 'morrows always seemed just fine
there will be bigotry and there will be open minds
there will be days of peace; you'll never have the time
as long as you keep a straight face,
i will be there when you die
i was born in east kentucky, home of where the grass is dyed
always down and always out,
but my 'morrows always seemed just fine
there will be bigotry and there will be open minds
there will be days of peace you'll never have the time
as long as you keep a straight face,
i will be there when you die.

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my morning jacket - i will be there when you die