Well, Haley reminds me that I have neglected my blog for sometime. So mostly for her sake and well for the sake of the handful of other people that check this blog from time to time I suppose I will provide some updates.
Starting with the most recent development. I am currently in the process of moving once again. I am moving to Stockbridge which is south of Atlanta on I-75. It will be a little closer to work, in theory, it should take 20 minutes off my commute round trip. Theory of course has little to do with practicality when it comes to Atlanta traffic so we will see how that works.
I just recently got the Nova running again after nearly deciding to set her on fire and be done with it. We have a love hate relationship that I have outlined earlier. Mostly she likes to break down and then mock me incessantly for being a piss poor mechanic.
Work is going goodish. Still plugging along but, I have noticed a couple of openings with in Tech that I may try to apply for that might give me something new and different to do. We will see how that goes if I can find sometime to put together an application with all this moving nonsense going on.
GMAT. Well the best description of my performance would be mediocrity which in my book is pretty disappointing. I certainly didn't do as well I thought I was capable of though I may have set the bar a tad to high as far as expectations. Since then I have being trying to decide what the next step was if I wanted to retake and how this should affect my MBA plans. As of right now I am leaning towards retaking again at the beginning of the year. Largely, because I don't trust myself to put in the proper studying with the looming football season upon us. I was only a few points away from getting into a decent part time school around here like Tech, Emory, or GSU. So I may look closer at that direction instead of the full time I was hoping for earlier.
Until then I really am just gonna try and settle in the new place and get adjusted to the new area. Clean up the poor Nova who is still pissed at me for making her sit for over a year while I took care of my finances. Basically my plan for the rest of the year is take it easy.
So there are the updates I am sure I am leaving out a lot. But, you can always e-mail me or leave a comment if there is anything you are dying to know about.
Oh I guess I should briefly discuss the future of the blog. I would kind of like to start blogging more regularly somewhere in the once a week rate. Though I am not sure if I would like to stick with the format I have. So I may start from scratch and go another direction. I have a few ideas running through my head but, I haven't decided on any or found the motivation to follow through with any of them. But, I am sure I won't be posting anything at least until I get a little settled into the new place.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Follow up on Writing.
I am glad I wrote my last blog. I am not sure why exactly but, it sure felt like I got a load off my chest. I am not sure if anyone else has noticed but, this blog has shown me that I tend to have two distinct writing styles. One is cold, calculated, and precise the other one has a devil may care dramatic intensity about it. I can't say I prefer one or the other they both seem to have their time and place. I think I will be experimenting with both styles in the future so don't freak if I go all crazy dramatic from time to time.
As for my last blog it was one of those nights were I sat down and had no topic. I just had something stuck inside me that needed to come out. I get like that from time to time and it is easier to forget precision and proceed with allowing my words to fall out. I find writing easy at those times though it may be a little off putting at times. Oh well.
While I had no idea what I intended to write about I am not surprised at what did come out. It has come to the point in my GMAT studies where I am ready to just take the damn test and move on to the next goal. So after I ace my GMAT on April 17th (yes -- ace bitches) I would like to begin and focus on my communication skills and specifically work on refining my writing ability. I am a strong believer in leveraging your strengths and I feel writing is a strong skill for me. Hell, At work no less than four different people have complimented me on my e-mail style. Come to think of it I haven't had too many compliments on anything other than that. (Though I did receive two glowing compliments from two different people I respect a lot this week. Which made my week much more pleasant.) I think if I harness my ability a little more, perhaps (god forbid) even learn a little grammar I think it will make a huge impact in my future. Whether it is writing essays for business school, making writing a bigger part of my career, or simply sending quality emails I don't think it is a bad idea.
I am not sure if this ambition will manifest itself in blog post but, I guess I'll see as I move forward with this ambition.
As for my last blog it was one of those nights were I sat down and had no topic. I just had something stuck inside me that needed to come out. I get like that from time to time and it is easier to forget precision and proceed with allowing my words to fall out. I find writing easy at those times though it may be a little off putting at times. Oh well.
While I had no idea what I intended to write about I am not surprised at what did come out. It has come to the point in my GMAT studies where I am ready to just take the damn test and move on to the next goal. So after I ace my GMAT on April 17th (yes -- ace bitches) I would like to begin and focus on my communication skills and specifically work on refining my writing ability. I am a strong believer in leveraging your strengths and I feel writing is a strong skill for me. Hell, At work no less than four different people have complimented me on my e-mail style. Come to think of it I haven't had too many compliments on anything other than that. (Though I did receive two glowing compliments from two different people I respect a lot this week. Which made my week much more pleasant.) I think if I harness my ability a little more, perhaps (god forbid) even learn a little grammar I think it will make a huge impact in my future. Whether it is writing essays for business school, making writing a bigger part of my career, or simply sending quality emails I don't think it is a bad idea.
I am not sure if this ambition will manifest itself in blog post but, I guess I'll see as I move forward with this ambition.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Nights Like These
Some nights I just want to talk and have nothing to say. I would like to say these nights suck. They don't. They are so vitally important that after so many nights of listless abandon they are a welcome relief. These are the nights that I can just type. Words come out with out fear. I don't have to try and I don't have to be. They just come forward. It is in a sense magical. Yeah that sounds kinda gay. But, most people I feel have outlets for their emotions and feelings. The only outlet I ever have had was the written word. For some reason when writing, words flow freely. Without thought or rhyme words come out with the intensity to describe my innermost.
It is a shame really. In person the spoken word for me is always broken and shambled. For whatever reason the filter comes off on the page. Words come one after the other. The judgment screen falls apart. It is dangerous. No doubt. So many times I have posted my words, my dreams, my thoughts, and my misgivings on this blog. Perhaps not as often as I should. Perhaps revealing more than necessary. What is life though that is not shared that is not bleed on the page.
The blank page is my canvas. I mentioned before I am not a creative type person. I have that hole in me that needs filled though. It is that part of me that isn't realized until I commit my beliefs and non-beliefs to the page. Somehow once they are down they transfigure into reality. What is a jumble in my head becomes a lucid reality on the blank page.
The fear is there though. Kurt Cobain once sang " I am worst and what I do best and for this gift I feel blessed" I am afraid of my gift. The gift of the written word has always been a real phenomenon to me. I don't want to admit it and frankly to admit is fearful. Once I admit that I believe I have the ability to reach people with my writing is the moment I realize that people can believe for themselves that I suck at writing. I know it not to be true.
I know my writing is not always poignant. It doesn't always illicit thoughtful contemplation. But, it is my canvas none the less. I can't sing, write music, draw, or any other action that might be deemed artistic. Writing though. I own this medium. I might not be Nabkov, Herbert, Dostoevsky, Pirsig, or even Salinger, but the blank page gives me my voice. I know this and it scares me.
I know going forward whether I choose to be a MBA business guru or simply a man with an accounting job that pays the bills, writing will play a huge part in my life. Admitting as I said is miserable. It bring unwanted criticism. I have always shied away from admitting my strengths. I have only recently become hesitantly confident in my intellectual strengths. Admitting I am smart only leads me to failure when confronted with those people that are more intelligent or more knowledgeable in other fields than I am.
What is the point. Nights like this there never is a point. Simply to wax poetic is enough. It releases the demons and draws me closer to the angels. Not that I am demonized only that we all have our demons mine are let go on nights like these.
I have a journal for nights like these. I have a journal for nights I feel nothing. Those are the worst. When you write and write. When those demons stay and you are left feeling the same. Writing change things. Neil Young infamously said recently music doesn't change a thing. The truth there is frightening. The fact that it is a shallow realization is real though. Writing, music, art, and anything that comes from the heart won't change things. True. Only when you connect let go of the linguistics of it all and connect to the truth that is there does it reform. Yeah I used the word truth. Forget the semantics for awhile. When you connect with someone through their creations something happens. It doesn't happen often but when it does. You know it. You can not deny at that moment it has not changed everything.
Here is to a special easter to everyone. It looks like I might actually go to church tomorrow. Surprise, surprise. Thanks to good friends that perhaps care more about my eternal soul than I do.
So I really wanted to post Madame George by Van Morrison (no listings on youtube --sorry) but since Bob Dylan has been a big influence to me over the last couple weeks you get this.
By the way it has come to my attention how pretentious placing songs on your blog can be. Unfortunately, I don't give a fuck. Music can save the mortal soul.
(If there was anyone that ever exorcised their demons through their medium. Bob Dylan is the fucking archetype.)
This one alway gives me the chills though (same song different time -- not the entire song)
It is a shame really. In person the spoken word for me is always broken and shambled. For whatever reason the filter comes off on the page. Words come one after the other. The judgment screen falls apart. It is dangerous. No doubt. So many times I have posted my words, my dreams, my thoughts, and my misgivings on this blog. Perhaps not as often as I should. Perhaps revealing more than necessary. What is life though that is not shared that is not bleed on the page.
The blank page is my canvas. I mentioned before I am not a creative type person. I have that hole in me that needs filled though. It is that part of me that isn't realized until I commit my beliefs and non-beliefs to the page. Somehow once they are down they transfigure into reality. What is a jumble in my head becomes a lucid reality on the blank page.
The fear is there though. Kurt Cobain once sang " I am worst and what I do best and for this gift I feel blessed" I am afraid of my gift. The gift of the written word has always been a real phenomenon to me. I don't want to admit it and frankly to admit is fearful. Once I admit that I believe I have the ability to reach people with my writing is the moment I realize that people can believe for themselves that I suck at writing. I know it not to be true.
I know my writing is not always poignant. It doesn't always illicit thoughtful contemplation. But, it is my canvas none the less. I can't sing, write music, draw, or any other action that might be deemed artistic. Writing though. I own this medium. I might not be Nabkov, Herbert, Dostoevsky, Pirsig, or even Salinger, but the blank page gives me my voice. I know this and it scares me.
I know going forward whether I choose to be a MBA business guru or simply a man with an accounting job that pays the bills, writing will play a huge part in my life. Admitting as I said is miserable. It bring unwanted criticism. I have always shied away from admitting my strengths. I have only recently become hesitantly confident in my intellectual strengths. Admitting I am smart only leads me to failure when confronted with those people that are more intelligent or more knowledgeable in other fields than I am.
What is the point. Nights like this there never is a point. Simply to wax poetic is enough. It releases the demons and draws me closer to the angels. Not that I am demonized only that we all have our demons mine are let go on nights like these.
I have a journal for nights like these. I have a journal for nights I feel nothing. Those are the worst. When you write and write. When those demons stay and you are left feeling the same. Writing change things. Neil Young infamously said recently music doesn't change a thing. The truth there is frightening. The fact that it is a shallow realization is real though. Writing, music, art, and anything that comes from the heart won't change things. True. Only when you connect let go of the linguistics of it all and connect to the truth that is there does it reform. Yeah I used the word truth. Forget the semantics for awhile. When you connect with someone through their creations something happens. It doesn't happen often but when it does. You know it. You can not deny at that moment it has not changed everything.
Here is to a special easter to everyone. It looks like I might actually go to church tomorrow. Surprise, surprise. Thanks to good friends that perhaps care more about my eternal soul than I do.
So I really wanted to post Madame George by Van Morrison (no listings on youtube --sorry) but since Bob Dylan has been a big influence to me over the last couple weeks you get this.
By the way it has come to my attention how pretentious placing songs on your blog can be. Unfortunately, I don't give a fuck. Music can save the mortal soul.
(If there was anyone that ever exorcised their demons through their medium. Bob Dylan is the fucking archetype.)
This one alway gives me the chills though (same song different time -- not the entire song)
Friday, February 29, 2008
Lets not get ahead of ourselves
So most of the time I spend my thinking now that I have graduated college and obtained a real job that I should do grown up things. Like get rid of my bad vices, work on my career, and start saving the world. I put on a lot of pressure on myself to be a better person. Well I was thinking. I am fucking 25. I ain't grown up, I don't have rug rats to take care and I don't have a girlfriend to tell me what I should do with my life. I still have a little more time to feel young. Hell yes. So I got home from work cracked a beer(s), downloaded the new Butch Walker live album (free for all at his Myspace page get that shit NOW!!!), and indulged myself in my new on-line obsession (web comics). Here is what I am reading right now.
Fart Party
A Softer World
XKCD
Buttercup Festival
There are more but whatever. What got me started on web comics? I think it was this comic from XKCD. I had to control my laughter with a loud snort. Thankfully, the impenetrable walls of my cubicle kept the noise from escaping. The fact that I love this comic probably says too much about what kind of person I am. Oh well.
Here is to not putting too much pressure on yourself and leaving taking over the world to another day and just enjoying this one. Oh and your favorite vices. Yeppie for BEER!
Fart Party
A Softer World
XKCD
Buttercup Festival
There are more but whatever. What got me started on web comics? I think it was this comic from XKCD. I had to control my laughter with a loud snort. Thankfully, the impenetrable walls of my cubicle kept the noise from escaping. The fact that I love this comic probably says too much about what kind of person I am. Oh well.
Here is to not putting too much pressure on yourself and leaving taking over the world to another day and just enjoying this one. Oh and your favorite vices. Yeppie for BEER!
Friday, February 22, 2008
Creativity
I am blessed to be friends with some of the most creative people on this earth. It is always a attribute I admired most in a person. Not something I am too hot at myself. Sure I dabble in shitty poetry, stream of consciousness, and the occasional blog that pushes the envelope. Nothing really earth shattering. Every time I get to see these friends I always hound them on how their work is going. How they are incorporating it in their lives and making sure they are sticking with it. (I am sure they get tired of my hounding) It isn't easy to be creative in a world that seeks only profit. I admire them, I don't necessary envy the shit they will have to go through, in order to find a place on this earth for their talents.
My latest blog obsession is gapingvoid.com
Here is his take on creativity.
How to be Creative
Here is some more of his work.
Comics on the back of business cards
My latest blog obsession is gapingvoid.com
Here is his take on creativity.
How to be Creative
Here is some more of his work.
Comics on the back of business cards
Hey Where is the Music Video
So I don't know if anyone likes them but, I didn't put any videos on my last post so here you go. An obligatory music video. I am having been listening to a lot of Matthew Good lately. A Canadian musician. Whose blog I linked to down below. Here is my favorite song from him him.
Weapon - Matthew Good
Weapon - Matthew Good
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Becareful Lest We Become Monsters
Just a few things. Blogging will be slow as studying for the GMAT has increasingly begun to regulate every part of my life. I am so exhausted in general. It makes me wonder why I am doing it sometimes and why I set ungodly high expectations for myself. Oh well it is probably just a little burn-out setting in. Gotta keeping plugging away I suppose.
Another tidbit. I found out who Maher Arar was today by reading Matthew Good's blog. Then read his story. I don't think anything Bush administration has angered me more than the horrors this story discloses. Torture whether directly or by proxy can not be tolerated. The idea this happens in this day and age is unconscionable and unforgivable. It goes against everything our country stands for. Is it 2009 yet?
These picture just made me sad. Apparently there is rampant corruuption and neglect in the Detroit public school system.
It seems some people want Government to save us from evil / corrupt terrorists & corporations . Who saves us when Government becomes corrupt. Is it too late?
He who would give up an essential liberty for temporary security, deserve neither liberty or security - Ben Franklin
He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. - Friedrich Nietzsche
Another tidbit. I found out who Maher Arar was today by reading Matthew Good's blog. Then read his story. I don't think anything Bush administration has angered me more than the horrors this story discloses. Torture whether directly or by proxy can not be tolerated. The idea this happens in this day and age is unconscionable and unforgivable. It goes against everything our country stands for. Is it 2009 yet?
These picture just made me sad. Apparently there is rampant corruuption and neglect in the Detroit public school system.
It seems some people want Government to save us from evil / corrupt terrorists & corporations . Who saves us when Government becomes corrupt. Is it too late?
He who would give up an essential liberty for temporary security, deserve neither liberty or security - Ben Franklin
He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. - Friedrich Nietzsche
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