they say "opportunist" like it's a bad thing.

okay look: obviously if you drop a piece of properly slathered toast--eyes on the ball next time bro, you're killing us out here-- the coin has been tossed. 

from here, conventional thought says things can can go one of two ways...you can call heads or tails if you want, won't change the landing.

...but what if I told you that 2 is the floor for the number of outcomes in this situation, not the ceiling? 

sometimes you just have to decide things are going to go well.

it's a bit like using telekinesis, using your mind to shift atoms and attitudes.

let's get back on the ground: I don't have to tell you this year has been a fucking ride. 

hell, this past week alone has had some hills, valleys, and loops...but hey I'm on a rollercoaster WHEEEEEE

the other day, after a long day of hungry work, my favorite taco stand was unexpectedly closed...which gave me just enough motive and opportunity to stop off on the way back and book a gig (come see us at Gusto next Friday!)

I put on pants for this...wasn't going back home empty-handed.

another day practice suddenly got canceled due to circumstances...giving me time to compose and arrange a couple more songs (or at least make the fridgeworthy finger paintings that turn into finished pieces).

just a few hours ago, it rained during our group pool day: atmospherically at first, torrentially sooner than we thought. 

some kept swimming in the rain....fuck it, your clothes are already wet yeah?

if we are willing to accept that a piece of toast that hits the floor is still salvageable in many cases, how could a sufficiently engaged human being do anything but work to increase the number of scenarios where we eat toast successfully?

sure, sometimes it might take some doin'...snatching that fallen toast back up, scraping off whatever can't be saved, and either reapplying jelly or making some serendipitous sandwich with it as the case calls for.

what we don't do--unless ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY, you'll know when--is just give up on breakfast. decide eating isn't even worth it.

the voice in your head that says that has never done sht worth talking about.

ensuring a satisfactory outcome in pretty much any situation where you didn't lose a finger takes a fair bit of mental horsepower and the willingness to use it.

...but we are, above all else, a species of puzzle-solving ape...and I can't think of a puzzle more worth solving than satisfaction.

all power to The People.

--Flor!