Notes to JL 25
Today is my birthday and I felt I had to write down some reflections of the last year. My twenty-fourth year spinning around this wonderful world has been a pretty crazy one. I’ve lived in one of the most amazing beach cities in the world where my friends and I lived steps to the ocean, played volleyball pretty much every weekend day of the longest most amazing summer, and generaly lived some fun lives so good that we laughed when the scripted shows emulating us got it wrong. Then, in a somewhat bombshell decision I picked up and left all that I had known and loved of the last six years, leaving Los Angeles and Hermosa Beach for New York City. I am admittedly only three months in, but it has been an amazing ride so far. Life moves quick and there is always something next. My beautiful car has been replaced by a train, my beach view balcony out my window has been replaced by tall buildings, all seemingly looking down upon me, my three circulating always crazy roommates of the last 4 years have been replaced by my sister. Life has changed, and I couldn’t imagine it any other way. Now I look to the future with unbelievable excitement of what life may bring be in the next lap around the sun.
Those who have spent any deal of time with me rambling in their near vecinity know I believe deeply in symbolisms leaving us clues along out path. You can either choose to be aware and conscious and attempt to read them, or let them just as easily pass you by. I try to keep my head up and my mind open as to catch as many as possible. All my life I have been watched over by the number 8. I was born on February 8th, and it hasn’t failed me since. Strange fact that I could have been born on the ninth, my mother could have been living on the east coast, but certain circumstances sent her to beautiful Malibu, where I was born at 10 PM February 8th, otherwise known as 1 AM February 9th, if she had stayed living in EST.
This year is 2008, my birthday is 2-8. The numbers in my address all lead up to 8, 42nd street, the product of 4x2=8. Street number 350, 3+5+0=8. The flight I originally took from San Jose to New York was leaving out of gate 8 SJC. My mom was snorkeling in the ocean off our house in Hawaii, she finds lots of things that have either been thrown off shore, or travelled their through the currents coming from who knows where. This summer she came home with a golf club, it was an 8 iron. The subway I take the most, ACE leaving from 42nd and 8th Ave. When planning tonights festivities, I was having a hard time deciding on where to go, there are so many bars in NY and it seems like you always have to know someone to get in where you really want to. My amazing cousin knew of my birthday, and said she could try to help me out, she used to work with the people that run a really great NY club and would be able to set up my list. This is now where we are headed tonight, the club, that was totally not chosen by me, but instead was where my cousin worked two summers ago, Bungalow 8. Don’t stop there, because what is the first letter of Bungalow? B, which is the second letter of our alphabet. 2-8 strikes again.
Who ever is out there trying to send me all these amazing signs, constantly keeping a smile on my face each time I see a new one, thank you. Keep them coming, my eyes are wide open and I’m following the path.
Jason Lake, at your service.
Strong passion for technology, strong desire for an ecological solution, and a strong love of good times and great food. Jitle.us is a placeholder for my thoughts and sights, a documented bookmarking of where I've been and what I've loved. I also like to share great articles I read and (hopefully) provide some insightful commentary on what makes it important to you and me.
