Kowulz Urban Fury II flipper prototype. 1/8" thick titanium frames with custom water jet cut patterns,and a 3/16" CPM-154 blade riding on IKBS. OAL of 9.75". Closed length is nearly 6" with a cutting edge of 4.25". Custom lowrider pocket clip and 2-tone blade finish. One of two made by Curtiss Knives based on Rock Cowles' design.
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2010 was a strange year for me. One of my best friends was diagnosed with brain cancer at the tender age of 38. I had quite a few financial setbacks and had to relearn how to live on a good bit less money. Once the initial panic and resistance subsided, the less money thing turned out to have a Zen-like quality to it.
I started to look at how much work I put into having stuff I didn't even need or use. Unread books, unwatched movies, duplicate clothing, fleeting hobbies, custom t-shirts, knives, and decals. When I look at my overflowing bookshelves and accept that I won't reread ninety percent of my books, that I had to work to earn money to buy instead of getting free from the library, it gives me a hollow feeling.
My friend with cancer, Jimmy, has two young daughters. He doesn't care about power, prestige, bank accounts, or Lamborghinis. He wants another day with his children. He wants the exhilaration of a good bike ride. He wants the mastery of a near perfect volleyball serve. He wants to play the guitar and sing poorly with good friends.
You can't take it with you isn't talking about possessions. Its talking about life. Life today. Precious time fleeting by, gone in the blink of the mind's eye.
I think about the good, hardworking folks who own some of the local Asian food markets and restaurants who work seven days a week to own Mercedes and Lexuses. They drive to and from work and the homes that they sleep at for those few hours a day that they aren't working and I wonder why.
When that final curtain closes, will you wish you could have made another million dollars, played another hour of Farmville on your PC, or will you discover what was truly important only after you have lost it forever?
I know that I can't take joy and happiness with me when I go, but I can leave them behind. I can have the clarity and peace of mind that comes from knowing I lived and I loved. There might never have been enough days, but I lived the ones I had.
My lovely wife recently tried to convince me I should start making our bed all of the time when I am the last one up. HA! Fat flipping chance. I'm just going to unmake it to get back in it. Who are we trying to impress, each other? You're probably thinking "What's the big deal, Douchebag?". Please, just give me five minutes of your time to explain myself...
Making a bed properly, without rushing, takes about five minutes. That is 1/288th of your day. Whoop de doo. Now if you make your bed everyday for forty years thats 72, 800 minutes or fifty days, almost two solid months! Over four months of workdays! If you died today and got wherever and were given two months to go back and take care of unfinished business or enjoy whatever earthly pleasures you could, would you want to be making your effing bed?
Everyone knows that time is relative. Five minutes can be the blink of an eye or an eternity. Good days whiz by, bad days drag on forever.
Its amazing what can be achieved in five minutes. Olympic records broken, presidents assassinated, dreams smashed, virginitys lost, babies born, wars declared, heroes made, promises kept, and opportunities missed.
When I was a kid, they had a a religious television program way too early in the morning called "Five Minutes To Live By". It was supposed to provide all of the food for thought and inspiration you needed for the day. I wonder how many people it actually carried through breakfast.
I vividly recall hearing about these old guys getting recognized for not missing a church service for over seventy years and thinking to myself, "WTF!? Yea, you win a Jesus cookie! Does that get you a special seat closer to The Throne when you get to Heaven?"
Its like the teacher that taught math for thirty years versus the teacher who taught math for a year, thirty times. Are we changing, evolving, living each day in the now? Someone once said, "Live each day as if it were your last, because some day it will." Turn off the Zombie mode and live.
Would you be eating Moonpies, slamming Mountain Dews, and spending ten hours a day typing one handed in front of your computer if you knew you would unmake your bed, get in it and never arise?
Five minutes matter, as does every minute. Get on you ass and ride a bike. Hug your kid. Run for office. Start a business. Write a short story. Take a class. Pick up a musical instrument. Learn another language. Put your watch and cellphone in a drawer and go for a walk.
Get off the computer for a while and go live life.