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You were the Kid

Thursday, May 27th, 2010

You were the kid who infiltrated my house and left cryptic messages.

You were the kid who spent an hour of Hockey time looking for batteries so we could play to Tarzan Boy.

You were the kid who laid in bed, excitement barely containable and completely wide awake, just because he thought of an idea for the next CraabQuinoX.

You were the kid who couldn’t skate fast enough until he got to where the rest of Craab was hanging out, and then was content to sit around for the rest of the night, laughing, and drinking milk shakes.

You were the kid who believed that the pain of MotorBall is a blessing of liberation.

You were the kid who, bathed in star light, analyzed dates on a trampoline in the backyard.

You were the kid who felt life burning along his spine as he crouched, hidden from those who hunted him.

You were the kid who was the CRAAB of yester-year.

And, deep down, you still are.

Adapted from “I am the Kid” written 08/13/2002
Photo of CRAAB taken 10/03/1995

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Navy SEALs are Awesome!

Friday, February 12th, 2010

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The Mental Blade Cut Through Flesh and Bone

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

The Samurai Creed
I have no parents; I make the Heavens and the Earth my parents.
I have no home; I make the Tan T’ien my home.
I have no divine power; I make honesty my Divine Power.
I have no means; I make Docility my means.
I have no magic power; I make personality my Magic Power.
I have neither life nor death; I make A Um my Life and Death.

I have no body; I make Stoicism my Body.
I have no eyes; I make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.
I have no ears; I make Sensibility my Ears.
I have no limbs; I make Promptitude my Limbs.
I have no laws; I make Self-Protection my Laws.

I have no strategy; I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.
I have no designs; I make Seizing the Opportunity by the Forelock my Designs.
I have no miracles; I make Righteous Laws my Miracle.
I have no principles; I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle.
I have no tactics; I make Emptiness and Fullness my Tactics.

I have no talent; I make Ready Wit my Talent.
I have no friends; I make my Mind my Friend.
I have no enemy; I make Incautiousness my Enemy.
I have no armour; I make Benevolence my Armour.
I have no castle; I make Immovable Mind my Castle.
I have no sword; I make No Mind my Sword.

Samurai Song by Robert Pinsky
When I had no roof I made
Audacity my roof. When I had
No supper my eyes dined.

When I had no eyes I listened.
When I had no ears I thought.
When I had no thought I waited.

When I had no father I made
Care my father. When I had
No mother I embraced order.

When I had no friend I made
Quiet my friend. When I had no
Enemy I opposed my body.

When I had no temple I made
My voice my temple. I have
No priest, my tongue is my choir.

When I have no means fortune
Is my means. When I have
Nothing, death will be my fortune.

Need is my tactic, detachment
Is my strategy. When I had
No lover I courted my sleep.

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