Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Unfortunately, I have nothing to say; profound or otherwise. This is really a post of obligation because I fear Carla's wrath if I procrastinate any longer. I was hoping to return to the blogging world with wise words. The best I can do is to quote Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe: "To be pleased with ones limits is a wretched state.
Ponder that.
Friday, March 06, 2009
Monday, March 02, 2009
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-- Robert Frost
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I feel it in my soul.
Thundering through my chest
Racing through my brain.
Hammering in my stomach.
I twitch,
I squirm.
I want to retch,
to run.
And yet I'm stuck,
in discomfort.
plodding through quicksand.
sinking lower, never moving
I don't know
how much longer can my soul stay afloat.
Do I want to stay afloat.
The crashing waves are strong, and wouldn't it be great,
just to let them topple.
to push and pound
and let them win.
But what would that do?
What would be accomplished.
Nothing I suppose,
and maybe that's the point.
Or maybe the point is to recognize defeat, and move on
To a new place
a new terrain
Where the waves don't exist.
But then there will be wind.
Buffeting
Smashing
burning.
Does it begin again
Is that what life is
A constant stream of pain and frustration
anger and revolt
Or is it something more.
something unseen
the little beauties in life
the invisible kisses of a spring flower
but how is it found?
how can one find peace the storm?
i'm so confused.
distraught.
downtrodden.
it is too trite.
what's the point?
there has to be one.
there has to be a reason,
but what is it?
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Down the river.
I'm not sure exactly what I'm going to say.
Probably something along the lines of:
1. As you are aware, I hate my job. Most days I'd rather have my nose eaten off by a pack of wolves then come in.
2. Because of this, I'm looking for a new job. Thought it would be nice to let you know.
3. No I haven't found anything yet, but I'm 97% sure that I want a new position.
4. I will let you know definitely by the end of April.
5. Yes, I know the Economy sucks. Yes, I know the unemployment rate is increasing. Yes, it does make me nervous. That's why I'm not quitting yet.
6. If I do quite, I will stay through the summer and the end of August. If the timing works out with the new job, I will stay to help set up some of the database, and train a new person. If not, well then I'm out and you suckas can learn to swim.
7. Yes, I know. Sometimes you have the right people on the wrong seats, but at least they are on the bus.
8. Yes. I suck at this job, and you don't want me to be here anymore anyway. I promise.
Of course I plan on saying this in a professional manner that will not include wolves or sarcasim or anything.
Ugh, I hate this crap. I think I'm getting an ulcer just thinking about it.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Hoppipolla
I love this song. It is featured on the Slumdog Millionaire and Penelope soundtracks. If I ever get married, I want to walk down the aisle to this one.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Wise, Yoda-ish words from The City of Ember
Friday, January 23, 2009
"I am a Collector", a drabble by J.E. Barrett
Some would think that acquiring the collectible would be the most difficult and enjoyable aspect of the hobby, but would have to disagree. I find choosing what to collect to be the most difficult, frustrating, and euphoric endeavor to be undertaken. At no other point in the enterprise are you afforded the opportunity to survey the entire scope of the known world. You are given the opportunity to critically judge every object, vegetable, animal or mineral; being, past or present, under the most severe of terms .
That is why i have taken so many years trying to decide exactly what it is that i wish to collect. By allowing myself to remain as an untethered observer, i could be just that. As critical as i wished without feeling the least bit apprehensive of some sort of personal harm; because i was not, in anyway, attached to the object of my criticism. Although I have enjoyed my years in purgatory, i have finally decided on my collectible. I will be a collector of words.
A collector of words? One cannot collect words. You might say. "Ah, but yes they can!" I would reply. "For you see it is as easy as collecting stamps. Like stamps, words are everywhere. They permeate the very being of thing, whether tangible or otherwise. There is nothing more powerful, or readily available then words." At which point I am sure you would look at me like I was crazy. And perhaps I am. "But how can you collect words?" It seems that you will be a persistent arse on this topic. "Easy!" I will say. For it seems that I too will be an arse, and will continually defend my choice. "I will write them. I will record them. I will blog them. I will tattoo them. I will plant them and they will grow; I will be Johnny Wordseed. I will cross the land collecting the strongest, the brightest, the nicest, the harshest, the scariest, the darkest, the most asinine, the most laborious words ever spoken."
So I will be a collector. Well that, or maybe I will just eat dinner. Yes, that seems easier.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Buttons
I know I've mentioned Coraline before, and I'm now probably bordering on obsession. Thanks to my RSS feed of Neil Gaiman's blog, I've discovered this little gem. Go to it, watch it. After all, who could be afraid of a button?
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
themoth.org
themoth.org to be more specific. The Moth features real stories told by real people. Unscripted and without notes. They're also conveniently podcasted in the iTunes store. Go to them. Listen to the wise words. Laugh at the unbelievably true stories. Enjoy the freedom of the spoken word.
themoth.org.
Incase you were wondering, my favorite story is "Sleepwalk with Me" by Mike Birbiglia. You should listen to it when you want to laugh so hard that you cry. I do not recommend listening while operating heavy machinery. But driving a car is ok. You won't die. Unless you do. But then it will be ok, because it's funny. And even if you go to Hell, well, actually that would suck; but at least you went out happy.
Go themoth.org
Friday, January 16, 2009
Amitabh Bachchan "slams Slumdog"
The BBC quotes Buchchan, saying "If SM (Slumdog Millionaire) projects India as [a] Third World dirty underbelly developing nation and causes pain and disgust among nationalists and patriots, let it be known that a murky underbelly exists and thrives even in the most developed nations. It's just that the SM idea authored by an Indian and conceived and cinematically put together by a Westerner, gets creative [Golden] Globe recognition. The other would perhaps not."
I do not agree with him. Yes Slumdog does portray a poor India, but also a wealthy. No movie shows every aspect of a culture. If you were to believe that a country is only what is shown in movies then everyone in India is constantly breaking out into song and dance; and Everyone in the US is either a Cowboy or is employed by the Mob. The movie doesn't change my image of India even though it may have shown it in a less than glamorous light. I think it is just as unfair to undervalue the poor and third-world-like conditions as it is to overvalue the splendor. Everyone deserves the right to be recognized regardless of their status. Ignoring a problem doesn't make it go away. I think these are the words of a man who is afraid that the film will reflect negatively on him rather than his people and culture and should be given little credence.
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Upon further investigation I feel compelled to amend my previous statement. It appears that Amitabh Bachchan has been taken out of context. Not only by the BBC, but by most of the Indian Media sources. I found his blog, and his most recent post states his frustration with how the media has latched onto his statement that was merely a rephrasing of a number of emails he has recently received. I didn't believe his claim at first, but upon reading the original blog, I feel that I am forced to agree. The original blog stated:
"The Salon du Cinema team meets me at the entrance to Paris-Nord station and after an exchange of greetings and flowers and video and stills, out into the wet and cold Paris streets, chased by a huge group of women, who scream and shout and clap, making you wonder what it is that I may have done to receive such an enthusiastic welcome in a country that hardly knows who I am. But, Fouad my driver and sincere personal guide during all my recent visits to the city [Paris], gathers me quickly into his car and drives off. They are migrants or asylum seekers from nearby or distant country and are begging he informs me. My ego brought into place I am saddened by their plight. Conditions the world over are so similar. Perceptions differ, but the reality of life and existence, unchanged.
On blog, comments for the film 'SlumDog Millionaire' and the anger by some on its contents, prompt me to say the above. If SM projects India as Third World dirty under belly developing nation and causes pain and disgust among nationalists and patriots, let it be known that a murky under belly exists and thrives even in the most developed nations. Its just that the SM idea authored by an Indian and conceived and cinematically put together by a Westerner, gets creative Globe recognition. The other would perhaps not."
I find his initial comment to be surprisingly similar to what I feel. The same conditions exist in all countries; and although he says that the same recognition might not be given on a global basis, I disagree. I think that the same plot could have been set in almost any country, portraying similar economic and social disadvantages, and it would have been hailed with the same accolades.
The story is a hybrid of the horrifying and heart lifting. The acting was superb, the cinematography just as great. The soundtrack was wonderful. This movies is, and should be credited for more than just the plot and culture.
*Most of this comes from recent emails with Sarahhh....I couldn't resist!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Here goes
Oh yea I know I said it was supposed to be here in a week but apple is amazing and it came in yesterday. The day after ordering it. Sweet!!!