"[O,o,o]Okay. This is the first record I've made under my own name.
And the first one I've made under my own control entirely without anyone else telling me what to do in certain places.
Some of the stuff I like very much. Some of the stuff I quite like. and I don't hate any of it, so I've settled for this... music.
I can't decide which piece to start with, so I won't start with any of the pieces I've already started.
I hope you like what you hear [hear,hear,hear,hear,hear...]"
~ DJ RJD2
The last few weeks at home before I shipped off to CIA were a real cluster-fuck in terms of making sure all the necessary documentation was taken care off. Us Hahm's always cut it close. Seriously, just picture the scene in Home Alone when the McCallister's are RACING to get to their gate at the airport. That's me and my family in a nut shell...but in all facets of life. Movies? "eh...well find seats in the dark, anyone die in the first 10 minutes?" The exception to the rule: my dad. He's notoriously early for everything, as in he will catch the first 10 minutes of the movie BEFORE our movie. Aside from all that, I really was busy for the duration of my summer vacation; hence the absence from my command post.
You are probably wondering what the hell those lyrics up above have to do with this post, so allow me to elaborate. First off, they're lyrics taken from the song "Salud", by RJD2. I realize that the majority of the people who read this post won't know who that is, i.e. my family, grandma, her bridge group (had no idea I was a hit with the older crowd?) but I was feeling like this blog was begining to become to forced; too stagnant, so I decided to step away from it for a bit so I could stockpile photos and stories like Russian nukes during the cold war. I was constantly being told to "update my blog" by people who read it, and I was all set to unleash everything I had been saving over the summer when the funniest thing happened...I just decided not to.
I erazed all the stuff I was saving and have decided to start with new, fresh material (no one wants to hear about a burger I ate in late June). If it looks moldy and smells, throw it out. In a nutshell that song embodies my triumphant return because I was done with everyone telling me to keep it going when I knew it wasn't heading in the direction I wanted it to, and I couldn't decide what to start with so I didn't start with any of it, and am starting over..."I hope you like what you hear" (Actual food related ranting and photos in the next post)