Yes yes, it's been over a month since I updated this. I'm sincerely sorry to my avid readers, all zero of you. The fact that someone I know took mention of the fact that I had not updated this in a while is actually quite heartening, so here's a hearty thank you to her.
I can not think of much in the way of non-personal content here. As it stands, I play Forza or Eve-Online, watch Deadliest Catch and work. When I'm not doing one of those three things I'm drunk or asleep, sometimes both. The last UFC, 72, was boring as hell and there were very few fights of consequence. All we learned from this UFC is who to not look forward to in the future. The video game summer slump is well in progress, and all the titles I have been looking forward to have either been pushed back or released demos that have un-sold me on games. I'm looking at you BioShock and Blue Dragon.
With that amount of bitching out of the way, there is something worthwhile I can talk about, and that is books. God I miss reading entertaining books, and it is something I managed to get done so far this month. I read Dune and Ender's Game, both fantastic books. Dune was fantastic in every way, well written, engaging, and a very unique look into the future that I think can only come from the past. If that doesn't make sense, it's because the book was written in 1965, before personal computers, before the internet and HDTV, and reality was quite different, and as such the outlook was. Who doesn't remember some Hanna Barbera cartoon from the 50s, where in the year 2000 people are flying hovercars, or all sorts of weird technology that we are in no way closer to than we were back then? It's because of this that this book was different, and I enjoyed that.
Ender's Game was good, that is until the last chapter. This is not to say it isn't worth reading, but I'll be damned if he couldn't have left that off and made the book much better. I also find this interesting becasue it is a case of "boy saves world from evil" which with the surge of interest garnered by this from everyone's favorite boy wizard, maybe we'll see some sort of media interest in this story. I pray we do not. The book was short and easy to read. It's something that your friends who don't really read books could get through.
Now that I have those two "sci-fi classics" out of the way, I am left with a void in which I have no books to read. I want to stay in the sci-fi genre, but I want to avoid the stars, that is to say Star Trek or Star Wars, as those just seemed played out. If anyone reads this and knows of good cyberpunk books, hook me the hell up.
It's no secret I'm depressed. At this point it's not so much that I need to bitch about it, it has ridden itself to a point of redundancy. I am going to spare you the depression talk for the moment, but be aware a heavy post is on the horizon. As it stands, I am more and more comfortable with the thought of leaving my current employer, even if I don't have another job at the moment, simply becasue the point of no other option is arriving.
I did not proofread this, so I apologize right now.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Forza Motorsport and The Professional Slump
Here is another two-part entry, as if it weren't evident. First part is about Forza Motorsport 2, a new Xbox 360 game which I have been trying to play whenever I can. The second part is about my career inactivity and some other emotional nonsense. Take what you want, leave the rest.
If you like racing simulator games, go buy Forza Motorsport 2. Did you play any of the Gran Turismo series? Do you have an Xbox 360? Do you like good games? Well go buy it then. When it comes to racing sims (A genre of games in which I would say I am quite knowledgeable) there are a few aspects of the game I see as being more critical than others. Track design and physics are the two most important. Graphics, music, game modes and everything is worthless if the game lacks good tracks and a solid physics engine, and Forza has both. The track design is easy, most of the tracks are true-to-life replicas of some of my favorite tracks. Road Atlanta, Sebring, Suzuka, Laguna Seca, and the big poppy Nurburgring are just a few of the wonderful selection of licensed tracks. On top of those quality entries, the in-house designed tracks are solid. They have a variety of turns that require skill without seeming nonsensical. Good examples of games with nonsensical tracks is so-called racing sim the Project Gotham Racing series. The tracks are obviously designed by someone whom has never raced a car.
The physics are solid. The car acts and reacts like it should. There isn't more to be said about this, if you like your racing games to be simulation-esque, then this fits the bill. The best part though, is that these two solid elements are just the core of an exceptional title all around. Forza has amazing multiplayer mode, customization of cars, career modes, music(Goldfrapp, NERD and The Chemical Brothers!) graphics, the whole lot. Forza is exactly what I want in a racing sim. If you like these games, buy it.
On to part two.
My best friend and I seem to have weekly talks about my job station. Normally it is a multiple hour talk fueled by cigarettes, beer and countless cutting rejoinders to each point. A grudgematch of intellects, doing everything possible to truly breakdown what it is going on in my skull. As much as I do argue with him in these conversations, I do appreciate everything he has to say from his perspective. Given that we have different outlooks on life and the limitations thereof, I enjoy hearing what he has to say regarding my situation.
The problem is my drive, my lack of motivation. I look at most of my friends and they have something that drives them. The aforementioned friend wants to be a doctor. He doesn't want to be a doctor because of a desire for money, but as a result of a family tragedy. He knows he can do a better job than many doctors and wants to help people. Another friend of mine wants to write horror fiction, and as such he writes often. If even just for the sake or writing, it is his goal, something he is working towards. Yet another friend wants to be a publisher. Even without being in that industry, she has met people, made connections and has a bit of a plan to work towards that goal. I do not have that goal, and that ultimately is the reason for this career slump.
I have no clue what I want to do, and that is terrifying. The question I have is "How do I find what I want to do?" and I believe it is a valid concern. Is it through attrition, a life of different jobs trying to find which one fits? Will I be put in an extraordinary situation, and from it draw a pursuit? Maybe it will be a chance encounter. Who knows, I sure as hell don't. I think I need to change some things however, to keep things fresh in life. I believe that my largest problem with change is the almighty dollar. I use my financial situation(defcon 3) as an easy excuse to avoid change, putting it off until things are "better." I can not help but believe that if I found something that truly consumed me, I would make things work. In the end, money is just an abstract, a means to an end. If any person is driven enough, they can make it happen. Money is not an obstacle to overcome, but more of a tax on being alive, and as long as you can pay that tax, everything else is up to you. It's just a real bitch trying to unlearn twenty years of upbringing.
So with the idea that whatever happens I will be able to make the money situation work, it falls back on to one point, the passion. What do I enjoy doing so much that it could drive me to do things I see as irrational? What job would make me throw caution to the wind, go back to school and succumb to thousands more in debt? I would like to think if I already knew this I would have the presence of mind to realize it. I say that meaning that if I had stumbled upon something that would drive me to such lengths I would be able to realize that and pursue it. Thusly I think I have yet to discover my life's desire.
At this juncture, that is irrelevant. I need to try another job and see if it makes me happy. It may be a trivial pursuit, but it is a pursuit none the less.
And I have figured it out. I know what my little bit piece in my blog will be. The best part is I am not telling any readers, and a cookie to you if you figure it out.
If you like racing simulator games, go buy Forza Motorsport 2. Did you play any of the Gran Turismo series? Do you have an Xbox 360? Do you like good games? Well go buy it then. When it comes to racing sims (A genre of games in which I would say I am quite knowledgeable) there are a few aspects of the game I see as being more critical than others. Track design and physics are the two most important. Graphics, music, game modes and everything is worthless if the game lacks good tracks and a solid physics engine, and Forza has both. The track design is easy, most of the tracks are true-to-life replicas of some of my favorite tracks. Road Atlanta, Sebring, Suzuka, Laguna Seca, and the big poppy Nurburgring are just a few of the wonderful selection of licensed tracks. On top of those quality entries, the in-house designed tracks are solid. They have a variety of turns that require skill without seeming nonsensical. Good examples of games with nonsensical tracks is so-called racing sim the Project Gotham Racing series. The tracks are obviously designed by someone whom has never raced a car.
The physics are solid. The car acts and reacts like it should. There isn't more to be said about this, if you like your racing games to be simulation-esque, then this fits the bill. The best part though, is that these two solid elements are just the core of an exceptional title all around. Forza has amazing multiplayer mode, customization of cars, career modes, music(Goldfrapp, NERD and The Chemical Brothers!) graphics, the whole lot. Forza is exactly what I want in a racing sim. If you like these games, buy it.
On to part two.
My best friend and I seem to have weekly talks about my job station. Normally it is a multiple hour talk fueled by cigarettes, beer and countless cutting rejoinders to each point. A grudgematch of intellects, doing everything possible to truly breakdown what it is going on in my skull. As much as I do argue with him in these conversations, I do appreciate everything he has to say from his perspective. Given that we have different outlooks on life and the limitations thereof, I enjoy hearing what he has to say regarding my situation.
The problem is my drive, my lack of motivation. I look at most of my friends and they have something that drives them. The aforementioned friend wants to be a doctor. He doesn't want to be a doctor because of a desire for money, but as a result of a family tragedy. He knows he can do a better job than many doctors and wants to help people. Another friend of mine wants to write horror fiction, and as such he writes often. If even just for the sake or writing, it is his goal, something he is working towards. Yet another friend wants to be a publisher. Even without being in that industry, she has met people, made connections and has a bit of a plan to work towards that goal. I do not have that goal, and that ultimately is the reason for this career slump.
I have no clue what I want to do, and that is terrifying. The question I have is "How do I find what I want to do?" and I believe it is a valid concern. Is it through attrition, a life of different jobs trying to find which one fits? Will I be put in an extraordinary situation, and from it draw a pursuit? Maybe it will be a chance encounter. Who knows, I sure as hell don't. I think I need to change some things however, to keep things fresh in life. I believe that my largest problem with change is the almighty dollar. I use my financial situation(defcon 3) as an easy excuse to avoid change, putting it off until things are "better." I can not help but believe that if I found something that truly consumed me, I would make things work. In the end, money is just an abstract, a means to an end. If any person is driven enough, they can make it happen. Money is not an obstacle to overcome, but more of a tax on being alive, and as long as you can pay that tax, everything else is up to you. It's just a real bitch trying to unlearn twenty years of upbringing.
So with the idea that whatever happens I will be able to make the money situation work, it falls back on to one point, the passion. What do I enjoy doing so much that it could drive me to do things I see as irrational? What job would make me throw caution to the wind, go back to school and succumb to thousands more in debt? I would like to think if I already knew this I would have the presence of mind to realize it. I say that meaning that if I had stumbled upon something that would drive me to such lengths I would be able to realize that and pursue it. Thusly I think I have yet to discover my life's desire.
At this juncture, that is irrelevant. I need to try another job and see if it makes me happy. It may be a trivial pursuit, but it is a pursuit none the less.
And I have figured it out. I know what my little bit piece in my blog will be. The best part is I am not telling any readers, and a cookie to you if you figure it out.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Dream Theater and Some Such.
My favorite progressive metal band, Dream Theater, will be playing a large venue here in Dallas on August 2nd. I will be there, and if you have any inkling of an interest in highly technical music, or progressive rock at all I recommend you be there too. It is not an event to pass up I'm told.
I am going to quote Wikipedia real quick, because it defines this genre as well as I could hope to.
"Progressive metal is a subgenre of heavy metal music which blends the powerful, guitar-driven sound of metal with the complex compositional structures, odd time signatures, and intricate instrumental playing of progressive rock. Some progressive metal bands are also influenced by jazz fusion music. Like progressive rock songs, progressive metal songs are usually much longer than standard rock songs, and songs are often thematically linked in concept albums. As a result, progressive metal is rarely heard on mainstream radio and video programs."
There you have it, Prog Metal. The level of talent these people have not only in playing their respective instruments, but playing together is astounding. It's the entire reason I enjoy this genre of music. I am also a fan of concept albums, as I feel it is a lost art in the musicians of this era. (Making decent music is also lost on most bands of this decade, but that's another topic altogether) Dream Theater's albums "Images and Words" and "Octavarium" are perhaps my two favorite in their collection, and if you have an interest at all I recommend you start there. Their twenty-three minute ballad "Change of Seasons" off an album of the same name is also a musical powerhouse of audio expression.
To criticize them, their lyrics can be rather generic at times, but they flow with the music well enough that I do not care. When it comes to singers in bands, I always find myself enjoying bands who instead of making the lead singer and lyrics less of a focal point in the song, and instead treat it as another instrument. They strive to blend their singing with the melody, and produce a sound that I can lose myself in, without fumbling about seeking some meaning in their lyrics, therefore the generic lyrics do not bother me.
So hopefully if you have not heard of this band and have a vested interest in the heavier side of things, you can be convinced to give them a listen, and maybe even catch a show on their tour.
I guess I feel pretty good tonight. It was a bit of a wash of emotions, but none too fierce to truly toss me astray. It seems as if whatever curveball I get thrown at any given time, a good quiet drive through the city at night can melt away all tensions and unrest, and it has tonight. I'm not really in the proper mood for my usual eloquent inner monologues, I'm lacking inspiration of the sort. I hope this is no indication of emotional instability being a muse, but it wouldn't be terribly surprising given the amount of wonderful literature birthed on the edge of depression. Regardless, I can get back to that another night when I feel like it. This may seem like a pointless update to a reader, but to me I feel good, and that's something I see value in writing down.
I am going to quote Wikipedia real quick, because it defines this genre as well as I could hope to.
"Progressive metal is a subgenre of heavy metal music which blends the powerful, guitar-driven sound of metal with the complex compositional structures, odd time signatures, and intricate instrumental playing of progressive rock. Some progressive metal bands are also influenced by jazz fusion music. Like progressive rock songs, progressive metal songs are usually much longer than standard rock songs, and songs are often thematically linked in concept albums. As a result, progressive metal is rarely heard on mainstream radio and video programs."
There you have it, Prog Metal. The level of talent these people have not only in playing their respective instruments, but playing together is astounding. It's the entire reason I enjoy this genre of music. I am also a fan of concept albums, as I feel it is a lost art in the musicians of this era. (Making decent music is also lost on most bands of this decade, but that's another topic altogether) Dream Theater's albums "Images and Words" and "Octavarium" are perhaps my two favorite in their collection, and if you have an interest at all I recommend you start there. Their twenty-three minute ballad "Change of Seasons" off an album of the same name is also a musical powerhouse of audio expression.
To criticize them, their lyrics can be rather generic at times, but they flow with the music well enough that I do not care. When it comes to singers in bands, I always find myself enjoying bands who instead of making the lead singer and lyrics less of a focal point in the song, and instead treat it as another instrument. They strive to blend their singing with the melody, and produce a sound that I can lose myself in, without fumbling about seeking some meaning in their lyrics, therefore the generic lyrics do not bother me.
So hopefully if you have not heard of this band and have a vested interest in the heavier side of things, you can be convinced to give them a listen, and maybe even catch a show on their tour.
I guess I feel pretty good tonight. It was a bit of a wash of emotions, but none too fierce to truly toss me astray. It seems as if whatever curveball I get thrown at any given time, a good quiet drive through the city at night can melt away all tensions and unrest, and it has tonight. I'm not really in the proper mood for my usual eloquent inner monologues, I'm lacking inspiration of the sort. I hope this is no indication of emotional instability being a muse, but it wouldn't be terribly surprising given the amount of wonderful literature birthed on the edge of depression. Regardless, I can get back to that another night when I feel like it. This may seem like a pointless update to a reader, but to me I feel good, and that's something I see value in writing down.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
An Update This Way Comes
I feel guilty, as if I have been cheating people out of an important opportunity to read something worthwhile on my blog.(No one reads it, and it has nothing worthwhile. Please don't let this irony be lost) In case you hadn't noticed, I have not been updating this. Life has been busier than usual lately, so these blog updates will most likely be spotty and not timely until things cool down. God only knows when that will be. So after much delay, I have something to say.
I am a big fan of the Ultimate Fighting Championship. I am convinced the love for competitive violence is linked to some primal instinct all predatory animals posess. Regardless of the why, I enjoy the UFC. With all the recent going-ons in the league, this has been a very entertaining year.
In the most recent pay-per-view event, defending light-heavyweight champion Chuck Lidell got knocked out by a newcomer to the UFC(but veteran to the sport) Quinton "Rampage" Jackson. This is the latest in a string of upsets this year. Starting with Rich Franklin losing to Silva, the belts for almost every single title (For some reason the lightweight champion hasn't had to defend his title, which probably shouldn't be his to begin with) have changed hands this year. This string of upsets has been entertaining to watch, but almost too convenient. I am not suggesting that fights have been fixed, but I believe the influx of talent from other mixed martial arts leagues has shown how limited the pool of fighters the UFC has been picking from is. Who in the current crop of fighters will be able to stand up to this new wave of fighters? My guess is that these titles will continue to change hands, and this will make the PPV fights worth watching. UFC 72 has a pretty dull fight card however (I'm not a Rich Franklin fan) but I'm sure I'll find a place to watch it regardless.
Large men beating each other silly aside, life has seemed to be a whirlwind of activity and interest, but the reality of it may be more dull than it feels. I have recently discovered that I have absolutely no faith in humanity as a whole. I assume most of the time that if someone can screw up they more than likely will. This ethos of mine is almost undressing in the manner of which it explains my actions, revealing more to my intentions and assumptions than most simple statements can. The fact that this statement can explain so much of my processes is unsettling, a fact in which itself is unsettling.
How is it then that the only thing I can think of that I truly want to do with my life is help other people? I believe that people are generally screw-ups, but I feel compelled and motivated to help people. If I truly thought that people will not change, and more often then not screw up why would I want to spend a life devoted to helping them? It's odd, but then again I am too. Hopefully I'll get around to figuring out if I want to work for a NPO or some other public service soon. I am very slow to change and I think that is a fault of mine I need to work on changing, especially if I ever want a real chance to live the nomadic lifestyle I dream about.
Well that's it for today, well right now I should say. I know if I begin to really delve in to the thoughts I have I could write a self-absorbed book. I will keep it short now, but this is only the tip of the iceberg in to the labyrinth of personal thought.
I am a big fan of the Ultimate Fighting Championship. I am convinced the love for competitive violence is linked to some primal instinct all predatory animals posess. Regardless of the why, I enjoy the UFC. With all the recent going-ons in the league, this has been a very entertaining year.
In the most recent pay-per-view event, defending light-heavyweight champion Chuck Lidell got knocked out by a newcomer to the UFC(but veteran to the sport) Quinton "Rampage" Jackson. This is the latest in a string of upsets this year. Starting with Rich Franklin losing to Silva, the belts for almost every single title (For some reason the lightweight champion hasn't had to defend his title, which probably shouldn't be his to begin with) have changed hands this year. This string of upsets has been entertaining to watch, but almost too convenient. I am not suggesting that fights have been fixed, but I believe the influx of talent from other mixed martial arts leagues has shown how limited the pool of fighters the UFC has been picking from is. Who in the current crop of fighters will be able to stand up to this new wave of fighters? My guess is that these titles will continue to change hands, and this will make the PPV fights worth watching. UFC 72 has a pretty dull fight card however (I'm not a Rich Franklin fan) but I'm sure I'll find a place to watch it regardless.
Large men beating each other silly aside, life has seemed to be a whirlwind of activity and interest, but the reality of it may be more dull than it feels. I have recently discovered that I have absolutely no faith in humanity as a whole. I assume most of the time that if someone can screw up they more than likely will. This ethos of mine is almost undressing in the manner of which it explains my actions, revealing more to my intentions and assumptions than most simple statements can. The fact that this statement can explain so much of my processes is unsettling, a fact in which itself is unsettling.
How is it then that the only thing I can think of that I truly want to do with my life is help other people? I believe that people are generally screw-ups, but I feel compelled and motivated to help people. If I truly thought that people will not change, and more often then not screw up why would I want to spend a life devoted to helping them? It's odd, but then again I am too. Hopefully I'll get around to figuring out if I want to work for a NPO or some other public service soon. I am very slow to change and I think that is a fault of mine I need to work on changing, especially if I ever want a real chance to live the nomadic lifestyle I dream about.
Well that's it for today, well right now I should say. I know if I begin to really delve in to the thoughts I have I could write a self-absorbed book. I will keep it short now, but this is only the tip of the iceberg in to the labyrinth of personal thought.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Okay so I lied, but only for now.
I'm sorry. I haven't had the time to do any of my updates in the flurry that is life right now, but rest assured that I'll get there. In the future you can expect stuff such as my prog rock/metal special, reviews of the new Rush album, Dream Theater song recommendations, a few movie reviews, and a write up with pictures of my (forthcoming) trip to New York City.
But right now, I just have to type a little. Not too much I promise, just bear with.
Life if crazy. I feel like I have an anchor to toss in the ocean, but no ship to connect it to. I am striving for solidarity in a world of uncertainty. And it sucks. I have a grad pay job that I cannot stand, but I just don't know what I'm missing enough to want it. I don't know what I want to do, but it sure as hell isn't what I'm doing. My need for security and love for stuff makes this job a necessity, at least for the right now. Fuck it, I wasn't meant to be doing this. I really don't believe in fate, so there is not some predetermined role in life that I have to be doing, but I know that if I have to do this job for another year I'll jump off something high.
I need to move somewhere else. I have nothing in this city, this state, hell this country that could keep me down, that is other than leases and having the money necessary to get the hell out of here. The biggest thing that I am lacking however, is the confidence to do something so mind fuckingly uncertain. The mere planning, or forethought before doing something so radical is keeping me from doing it. Hopefully I can get it done in a year or so, but I'll have to see what can be done.
Women confuse me. I will never profess to have an inkling of an understanding for them. Every one I meet is different, and thinks nothing like the previous. I would like to think that I'm pretty good about picking up on hints, or knowing when to make a move, do something drastic, but I swear this girl I know must assume I'm telepathic if she does like me, because I can not find any hints or, well, anything to indicate otherwise. Which hey, if that's the case, then awesome. I'm 100% cool with that but there is some kind of ambiguous tension between us, but never the hint I'd need, nor an opportunity created to really get the envelope pushed. In a decidedly comical fashion, I anticipate us getting liquored up soon and figuring things out in a certain state of inebriation. For what it's worth, I really don't even have time to be worrying about girls at all, and when it comes down to it, I'm quite alright either way with them, I can do my own thing quite comfortably. Just this ambiguous tension gets me, I'm not sure what to do. Oh well, in the next week things are almost guaranteed to work themselves out.
Oh well, I'll be alright, I always am. I'll figure something out with the job, and the girl, and things will get back to normal. I'll baseline, have a good time, and time will pass. It always does.
But when do I get to do something extraordinary. When will I be extraordinary. I want to do something big, something huge. I want to move mountains, to change the world, but all things have to start with a single step, in a single direction. I just don't know what direction. It feels as if I'm lost in a pool of opportunities, drowning but not knowing what way to swim. This applies to both my professional and personal lives. It kind of sucks.
But New York City, you've charmed me once. Please do it again. I know your lights will be bright, and your flames will burn fast, just give me that sweet, sweet rush I need. I've got to learn to be more irresponsible sometimes. I say my friends never consider the consequences of their actions, I think I do it too much.
It's time to go tripping the lights fantastic.
But right now, I just have to type a little. Not too much I promise, just bear with.
Life if crazy. I feel like I have an anchor to toss in the ocean, but no ship to connect it to. I am striving for solidarity in a world of uncertainty. And it sucks. I have a grad pay job that I cannot stand, but I just don't know what I'm missing enough to want it. I don't know what I want to do, but it sure as hell isn't what I'm doing. My need for security and love for stuff makes this job a necessity, at least for the right now. Fuck it, I wasn't meant to be doing this. I really don't believe in fate, so there is not some predetermined role in life that I have to be doing, but I know that if I have to do this job for another year I'll jump off something high.
I need to move somewhere else. I have nothing in this city, this state, hell this country that could keep me down, that is other than leases and having the money necessary to get the hell out of here. The biggest thing that I am lacking however, is the confidence to do something so mind fuckingly uncertain. The mere planning, or forethought before doing something so radical is keeping me from doing it. Hopefully I can get it done in a year or so, but I'll have to see what can be done.
Women confuse me. I will never profess to have an inkling of an understanding for them. Every one I meet is different, and thinks nothing like the previous. I would like to think that I'm pretty good about picking up on hints, or knowing when to make a move, do something drastic, but I swear this girl I know must assume I'm telepathic if she does like me, because I can not find any hints or, well, anything to indicate otherwise. Which hey, if that's the case, then awesome. I'm 100% cool with that but there is some kind of ambiguous tension between us, but never the hint I'd need, nor an opportunity created to really get the envelope pushed. In a decidedly comical fashion, I anticipate us getting liquored up soon and figuring things out in a certain state of inebriation. For what it's worth, I really don't even have time to be worrying about girls at all, and when it comes down to it, I'm quite alright either way with them, I can do my own thing quite comfortably. Just this ambiguous tension gets me, I'm not sure what to do. Oh well, in the next week things are almost guaranteed to work themselves out.
Oh well, I'll be alright, I always am. I'll figure something out with the job, and the girl, and things will get back to normal. I'll baseline, have a good time, and time will pass. It always does.
But when do I get to do something extraordinary. When will I be extraordinary. I want to do something big, something huge. I want to move mountains, to change the world, but all things have to start with a single step, in a single direction. I just don't know what direction. It feels as if I'm lost in a pool of opportunities, drowning but not knowing what way to swim. This applies to both my professional and personal lives. It kind of sucks.
But New York City, you've charmed me once. Please do it again. I know your lights will be bright, and your flames will burn fast, just give me that sweet, sweet rush I need. I've got to learn to be more irresponsible sometimes. I say my friends never consider the consequences of their actions, I think I do it too much.
It's time to go tripping the lights fantastic.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
About The Author
I feel like it doesn’t make sense to ask you all to read something about my life without knowing a little bit about it. To ask me it is rather unspectacular, an ode to mediocrity in the suburbs. In the simplest fashion I grew up in the suburbs. I went to school, I graduated. I went to college, I graduated. I got a job, and I work. While having its fleeting moments of glory, triumph, defeat and depression, life has been very standard. Sure I did things most people have. I’ve had my heart broken in relationships, had hard times with my parents, and was a B or C student in schools due to lack of trying/caring. In hindsight that was not near as cool as it seemed at the time. All in all I have very little to complain about in life, or at least I feel that way. I think it is this reason that complaining feels selfish. I would almost rather not do it. I may complain about relationships with other people openly, but it takes a little more for me to complain merely about my station in life, because I feel as if I have had every opportunity, and where I am is a result of my actions, therefore there is nothing to feel sorry about without realizing that it’s all my own damn fault.
I suppose a little more about my hobbies, tastes and quirks might do more to help you understand this blog and who is writing it more than some diatribe about life in the suburbs lacking exceptionality. As a general rule I am drawn to the different and unusual. My tastes in music are very eclectic, so expect music reviews bridging from classical to classic rock, Mozart to Megadeath. You will not see reviews about hip-hop, country, and typically rap. I play video games, probably more than I should. I play all kinds of games, but shy away from action titles. I was never really any good at shooters, and dying repeatedly tends to hinder your enjoyment of the title. That does not mean I will never talk about them, but as a general rule I will be less excited about the latest Tom Clancy game than the average guy. I do have a tendency to play strange and niche titles, as my taste for the weird still applies. Titles such as Viva Pinata, Katamari Damacy and the latest Pokemon offering are not unknown to me. I have a sweet spot for sci-fi however, and anything I can get my hands on in this genre, expect to hear about(Assuming I have time to play it).
I like sports. It isn’t worth trying to maintain secrecy about living in
I can be rather opinionated so expect to hear a lot of what I have to say. I would like to think that usually they have some basis in reality, but I can not be held accountable completely for that. But who gives a damn, this is my blog. It’s here for me to have some sort of way to document my thoughts and feelings. I’ll try to maintain some offering of interest to the casual browser, but at its core this is me lightening the burden on my mind. In lieu of something of actual content, you may occasionally end up only with my thoughts.
I’ll tack more on to this as it comes to me, but that’s it for now. There’s time to get back to work. There’s more to me than just this I swear, but I’m sure it will pop up when relevant.
Empty Promises, And Stuff About Me Too.
Contrary to what one might expect, I have thought about what I want to do with my blog. I like music, video games, photography, sports and some other crap too. I am of the mindset that if someone takes the time to read what junk I'll put up here, they should at least have something interesting and pertinent to themselves to read, as opposed to somewhere for me to put the droppings of my mind in writing. Problem with that is, I would really like somewhere to put the crap I think of.
My guess is then, that as soon as I can get this running and write a few articles to keep people interested, I would like to have a two part blog. I would like to start off with something informative, be it a review or reflection on music, a review of video games or my thoughts on the industry, or anything about the other topics I mentioned above. Second, I would like to burden the reader with stuff I feel I would like to get off my chest. This may make for an odd read, but then again I'm an odd person. I'll seperate it out so you can skip over parts you don't care for. If you really want though, you can go from my take on the latest UFC fights to how I feel about the women in my life and what I think about relationships.
I need some kind of gimmick too. Some people put random song lyrics at the end of their posts, some people put pictures of near-naked women, or maybe a random youtube video. I haven't gotten this worked out yet, but rest assured I'll come up with something bound to annoy and/or frustrate you, while showing of my ingenuity and genius.
But first, you can expect a short auto-biography. Whether or not it's truthful will be up to interpretation, but it'll be something.
My guess is then, that as soon as I can get this running and write a few articles to keep people interested, I would like to have a two part blog. I would like to start off with something informative, be it a review or reflection on music, a review of video games or my thoughts on the industry, or anything about the other topics I mentioned above. Second, I would like to burden the reader with stuff I feel I would like to get off my chest. This may make for an odd read, but then again I'm an odd person. I'll seperate it out so you can skip over parts you don't care for. If you really want though, you can go from my take on the latest UFC fights to how I feel about the women in my life and what I think about relationships.
I need some kind of gimmick too. Some people put random song lyrics at the end of their posts, some people put pictures of near-naked women, or maybe a random youtube video. I haven't gotten this worked out yet, but rest assured I'll come up with something bound to annoy and/or frustrate you, while showing of my ingenuity and genius.
But first, you can expect a short auto-biography. Whether or not it's truthful will be up to interpretation, but it'll be something.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Someday, But Not Today.
This is my blog. Someday I will get around to it. Not today however, as I have not put enough thought nor procrastination in to it. Soon enough I will have a good enough idea of how this will fall together, but not right now. Eventually there will be content here, with structure and meaning, but in the mean time, nothing. This is my blank space.
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