So it seems like I might be updating my blog moreso than anyone else.
AS much as I would love to keep posting for those reading, I know that alot of people will be playing catch up once they DO start reading.
And by the way, only one blog that I follow has updated at all. Thanks Vanessa, for giving me something to read at work. :)
Monday, September 7, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Shouts Into The Abyss
It's strange really. Most of the time you can't get me to shut up about myself.
One would think I have exhausted all outlets of communication. I meet new people. I hold them hostage telling them about myself. I talk on the phone. I write expressive music. I sing. I play piano.
But I saw that a few people I knew were blogging. The whole idea seemed interesting, but I looked at it from afar. I knew that no one would be interested in anything I had to say, and that people who didn't know me wouldn't bother to read. As of now I do have a few off and on followers, but for the most part the subtitle is correct.
Shouting into the abyss is a phrase I have always found interesting. Something that is so vain, and yet, we do it anyways. I realize that by writing this blog I am in fact, the proverbial tree that falls in the forest. If no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
And yet for me, in the blog posts I write, in the songs I compose, it is more often than not I am trying, in some way, to strike some silent interior chord. In a sense, I blog to converse with my readers. If they exist. But in another sense, I am conversing with myself. No, not in a creepy introverted "I have no friends" sort of way, but if only because more often than not, I am the one talking.
I think it is a wise thing to listen. Not only to others, but to yourself as well.
One would think I have exhausted all outlets of communication. I meet new people. I hold them hostage telling them about myself. I talk on the phone. I write expressive music. I sing. I play piano.
But I saw that a few people I knew were blogging. The whole idea seemed interesting, but I looked at it from afar. I knew that no one would be interested in anything I had to say, and that people who didn't know me wouldn't bother to read. As of now I do have a few off and on followers, but for the most part the subtitle is correct.
Shouting into the abyss is a phrase I have always found interesting. Something that is so vain, and yet, we do it anyways. I realize that by writing this blog I am in fact, the proverbial tree that falls in the forest. If no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
And yet for me, in the blog posts I write, in the songs I compose, it is more often than not I am trying, in some way, to strike some silent interior chord. In a sense, I blog to converse with my readers. If they exist. But in another sense, I am conversing with myself. No, not in a creepy introverted "I have no friends" sort of way, but if only because more often than not, I am the one talking.
I think it is a wise thing to listen. Not only to others, but to yourself as well.
A Blast From The Past.
I will add a an actual post after this, but I dug up this story from a facebook note, before I started this blog, and couldn't help but post it.
This took place my first semester of college.
8 AM Classes are fun!!!
So here's how my day goes today:
6:30AM: Wake up, realize that no matter how fast I move, there is no way I can get dressed, shower and beat the traffic to get a parking spot.
7:00AM: Throw on some clean clothes and a hat so that people can't tell I didn't wash my hair... run to the car.
7:10AM: Sit in traffic.
7:30AM: Sit in traffic. Adjust the radio station, sit in traffic
7:45AM: Finally find a spot at the O'Keefe Center on the other side of the world. See a bus, approach it, and have the driver close the door in my face. Thanks.
7:45-8:15AM: RUN to the upper-south campus, which is nowhere near the main campus OR the O'Keefe Building, but rather about 5 or 6 miles away in some residential neighborhood in the woods. (wtf??)
8:15AM: Arrive at Upper South Campus, only to approach the "Commuter Appreciation" booth and find that they are taking away the free coffee. Damn you, resident students, damn you.
8:20AM: ARRIVE at class 20min. late.By this time one would expect the class to be present or that I would be interrupting something. NOPE! The teacher has apparently let the class go 45 MINUTES EARLY and left the syllabus on a desk at the door.
NEXT: Take the syllabus, get on the bus, buy some books, and flip off the residents one more time as I head back home.I may just find an unsuspecting resident and knock them out for their parking sticker.
Happy Commuter Appreciation Day!
This took place my first semester of college.
8 AM Classes are fun!!!
So here's how my day goes today:
6:30AM: Wake up, realize that no matter how fast I move, there is no way I can get dressed, shower and beat the traffic to get a parking spot.
7:00AM: Throw on some clean clothes and a hat so that people can't tell I didn't wash my hair... run to the car.
7:10AM: Sit in traffic.
7:30AM: Sit in traffic. Adjust the radio station, sit in traffic
7:45AM: Finally find a spot at the O'Keefe Center on the other side of the world. See a bus, approach it, and have the driver close the door in my face. Thanks.
7:45-8:15AM: RUN to the upper-south campus, which is nowhere near the main campus OR the O'Keefe Building, but rather about 5 or 6 miles away in some residential neighborhood in the woods. (wtf??)
8:15AM: Arrive at Upper South Campus, only to approach the "Commuter Appreciation" booth and find that they are taking away the free coffee. Damn you, resident students, damn you.
8:20AM: ARRIVE at class 20min. late.By this time one would expect the class to be present or that I would be interrupting something. NOPE! The teacher has apparently let the class go 45 MINUTES EARLY and left the syllabus on a desk at the door.
NEXT: Take the syllabus, get on the bus, buy some books, and flip off the residents one more time as I head back home.I may just find an unsuspecting resident and knock them out for their parking sticker.
Happy Commuter Appreciation Day!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Strange Connections
I'm at a weird crossroads in my life... it's an intersection that apparently quite a few people have passed through. Every day. Literally everyday, I am finding out that people in my lives have strange connections to eachother.
One of the managers at the hotel waterpark has known my roommate since he was four. This is not an isolated incident, many people in my life have started to connect to eachother in strange ways.
As people expand their social circles, it's almost mind blowing how many connections are made. I am a firm believer in the fact that between any two people, there is a chain of associations that can be made between them.
I've started looking through some of my friend's facebook profiles, and clicking on the "mutual friends" tab. I am almost always surprised to see a face that I had no idea would be there. Try it out yourself... you may be surprised.
One of the managers at the hotel waterpark has known my roommate since he was four. This is not an isolated incident, many people in my life have started to connect to eachother in strange ways.
As people expand their social circles, it's almost mind blowing how many connections are made. I am a firm believer in the fact that between any two people, there is a chain of associations that can be made between them.
I've started looking through some of my friend's facebook profiles, and clicking on the "mutual friends" tab. I am almost always surprised to see a face that I had no idea would be there. Try it out yourself... you may be surprised.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Brian's Blog.... AKA "Breen's Blawg"
We pressured my roommate to start a blog.
It promises to be delightfully mundane and forced.
Just read it.
It promises to be delightfully mundane and forced.
Just read it.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
School Days, School Days, Good Old Golden Rule Days
And so I realize that I am definitely not too cool for school. So yesterday, I went to sort out the whole re-admission thing that had been holding me back.
As you might remember from this post, I was dismissed as a student for "failing to maintain an adequate GPA". Well. I wrote a letter that same day, mailed it in, called several times, remailed the letter, and waited to hear back.
May.
June.
July.
August.
And still no word from the school. So i decided it was time to head down in person and settle a few scores.
Now I have learned from working in the hotel industry that if you feel that you are right, and you are angry enough about it, you will come to find that most people don't value their job enough to say no, and that most will give in to your harassment. So armed with this knowledge and the support of my friends, (okay well, actually, my roommate bet against my persuasive abilities but that's fine) I marched down to Salem State to have a few words with the registrar. Except I actually drove. But you get the metaphor right? Good.
So into the college I marched. Except, in reality, I walked at a leisurely pace through the door. I told the registrar my issues, how many times I had called, the letters I had sent, and all the difficulty that Salem State College had caused me, and how it ruined my summer vacation and that because of this I now had to have an ulcer removed. Except i didn't say I had to get an ulcer removed, only because I didn't have an ulcer removed.
The registrar told me that I was readmitted in late June.
Late. June.
LATE JUNE!!
At which point I happily tell her how great it would have been to be notified, to not have my online account locked out and delted, and to not have debt collectors calling about my student loans.
Thank You Salem State!
And so I registered, leaving me with just today before classes begin... but I'm not worried. I always go into things at the last minute and ill prepared, and my intuition hasn't failed me just yet.
As you might remember from this post, I was dismissed as a student for "failing to maintain an adequate GPA". Well. I wrote a letter that same day, mailed it in, called several times, remailed the letter, and waited to hear back.
May.
June.
July.
August.
And still no word from the school. So i decided it was time to head down in person and settle a few scores.
Now I have learned from working in the hotel industry that if you feel that you are right, and you are angry enough about it, you will come to find that most people don't value their job enough to say no, and that most will give in to your harassment. So armed with this knowledge and the support of my friends, (okay well, actually, my roommate bet against my persuasive abilities but that's fine) I marched down to Salem State to have a few words with the registrar. Except I actually drove. But you get the metaphor right? Good.
So into the college I marched. Except, in reality, I walked at a leisurely pace through the door. I told the registrar my issues, how many times I had called, the letters I had sent, and all the difficulty that Salem State College had caused me, and how it ruined my summer vacation and that because of this I now had to have an ulcer removed. Except i didn't say I had to get an ulcer removed, only because I didn't have an ulcer removed.
The registrar told me that I was readmitted in late June.
Late. June.
LATE JUNE!!
At which point I happily tell her how great it would have been to be notified, to not have my online account locked out and delted, and to not have debt collectors calling about my student loans.
Thank You Salem State!
And so I registered, leaving me with just today before classes begin... but I'm not worried. I always go into things at the last minute and ill prepared, and my intuition hasn't failed me just yet.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
A Blog Post in Which I Rediscover Blog-Posting.
Wow....
2.) I just got back from a trip to our Nation's Capitol.
2B.) Honestly, I know we are smarter in new England but really now- it shouldn't take 3 hours to find Mount Vernon. Even if you are from Texas. GOD... I sat in that car for hours upon hours with a GPS and a map and the internet and the exact address and it still took our Texan transporters about 3 hours to find the place, with me, My girlfriend Thera and her cousin Eric trying to guide them. But to no avail. Apparently they don't listen to us northern types. Maybe if we had lost the Civil War there would be a clearer line: Entering the Confederate State of America: Leave your IQ at the door. They say a picture tells a thousand words. This one says one thing: Mount. Vernon. Not to mention when we got there it started to MONSOON. Thank you, Mount Vernon. Thank You.
Are you still there?
Good.
I can't believe it's been nearly a month since I 've posted on here. It only feels like a couple of days have past. A couple VERY busy days. To start to get up to date is overwhelming. let's make a numbered list shall we?
1.) All moved in... even moreso than I was before and it is great. Getting to know people is one of my greatest joys in life and this new living arrangement has given that oppurtunity to me many times. Countless hours spent sitting out on the roof with different people, one on one, getting to know eachother, watching the cop cars circle the neighborhood (hey, it's not exactly Beverly Hills). Each person I've met I have been fortunate enough to share much in common.
2.) I just got back from a trip to our Nation's Capitol. Annnnd here comes the sub-list!!!
2A.) HOLY CHRIST Obama... please install some working bathrooms SOMEWHERE in DC... I sawear every mens room in the city was closed... and the one that wasn't closed (the Lincoln Memorial) I couldn't use because the womens room was closed, so all the women decided "hey, let's stampede the men's room in the shadow of our nation's great emancipator!" So I couldn't use the bathroom desgnated for my gender because there were WOMEN in it.
2B.) Honestly, I know we are smarter in new England but really now- it shouldn't take 3 hours to find Mount Vernon. Even if you are from Texas. GOD... I sat in that car for hours upon hours with a GPS and a map and the internet and the exact address and it still took our Texan transporters about 3 hours to find the place, with me, My girlfriend Thera and her cousin Eric trying to guide them. But to no avail. Apparently they don't listen to us northern types. Maybe if we had lost the Civil War there would be a clearer line: Entering the Confederate State of America: Leave your IQ at the door. They say a picture tells a thousand words. This one says one thing: Mount. Vernon. Not to mention when we got there it started to MONSOON. Thank you, Mount Vernon. Thank You..
2C.) All in all it was a great trip. It's fascinating to think that behind the walls of every buidling we passed in DC, major decisions about how our country is run were taking place. And whether or not we agree with these decisions, it's still incredible to be in the spot they are made.
Ironically enough, President Obama was not around. Oh no, he wasn't hiding in the White House, he was on Vacation. IN MASSACHUSETTS.
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And now I leave you with all these updatey and far too untimely utterances. Back to the philosophical ramblings soon.
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