The Last Boy Scout

After being inspired by Rich's new website I decided to make some changes of my own. As I'm not the most gifted person in web design I stick to the fast clean and simple method of putting pages together: symmetry, theme and brevity. So for those of you reading this on myspace or who get the blog on RSS, do me a big favor and check out kenjijasper.com. There's new content in The Womb section, and a bunch of new photos all the way around.

The interesting thing is that I've been redesigning so many things. I moved my bedroom into my living room and vice versa, taking it back to year one at the Lodge. My home theater finaly died on me after almost nine year. So it's ready to go out to the curb. I need new bookshelves, a new DVD player and at some point a new TV. More than anything I just want to get rid of all the relatively cheap things that I got when I didn't know any better. A few extra yard on a bookcase means the difference between something that's going to start leaning when the wood pegs go weak and something that my kids might actually want when I'm gone. It might be nice to actually have a coffee table where I can sit my remote controls instead of having to rest them on the arms of a futon that I know I'll be rid of before 35. One's 30s are when you should finally upgrade to the legit sleep sofa for guests.

But it's not all surface and material. Next week I'll get back to sun salutations and pushups and meditating when I need to, as well as trying to clear a somewhat massive amount of work while I'll be teaching the kiddies, whom I met for the first time on Tuesday. Seven girls and one quiet boy who sits at the back and writes in his little notebook. How funny is it that I get to teach a reincarnation of myself four days out of the week ;)

Beyond that I'm keeping it simple. Nothing crazy. Nothing complicated. No more drama as Mary would say just before her music began to become a something that didn't grab me as much anymore. I'm trying to recapture my inner child, or to remember the times before these last few years when I was hopeful about everything. Underneath it all I am the smiling Cub Scout of yesteryear, rising early to go and do my duty without a single complaint. I tried on so many hats and cloak, painting my face a million different colors in hopes that I could blend in with whichever background I stood in front of. And I succeeded only to learn that a it's who you standing before life and darkness that defines you. It's what you're house looks like when company isn't over that says most about who's sitting at the controls behind the curtain. Now, let's just hope the cable guy actually does his job, the third time around. Out.