Monthly Archives: September 2009

While we’re writing…

Its not supposed to be forced, right?

Well, I let it happen and something lead me to an OLD, OLD web page, I thought it was long gone. It was not, it’s still floating around the interwebs, mocking me. As I was poking around I found some old pictures of me, some will enjoy this, so I had to share. First, a picture:

Quite the look eh?

Quite the look eh?

That was me, a few years ago. My hair matched the jacket. I know, what a look!

Anyways, I was looking through some other stuff and I ran across a piece of poetry I wrote, so, now that you’ve recovered from Picture Shock. Here’s a little bit of wordiness;

Direction – Written 07/18/2005

Another day bursts unto itself
Again I revise my path and direction
Monday the eighteenth
In seven days I add another year
This year has taught me so much
I’ve learned to appreciate my friends
More than I have in the past
I’ve learned how to love again
Been reminded how much love hurts
I’ve learned how passion
Of a life’s long work
Can inspire and impart years of knowledge
Upon a willing pupil
As always you have many families
The ones you’re bore into
The one you’ve chosen
And those who’ve chosen you
Each one, separate houses, divided
Some support, some berate
Some remain oblivious

I hope you enjoyed this trip down my memory lane. 🙂


Testing… Is this thing on?

In my attempts to be witty I realized that this title really hits the nail on the head.

I’ve mentioned this to some of my friends, I’m not a school person. I’ve never been a big fan of going to school, from Elementary School all the way though to High School. I didn’t spend a whole lot of time there. Naturally, when I graduated from High School. I said “Screw you guys, I’m going home” and never looked back. …Until recently.

I’ve been in the workforce since I was 14, my first real job was with the Oregonian, selling newspaper subscriptions door to door, (Why my parents let me do this is now beyond me, this was door to door in Felony Flats with a guy that had a van with no windows, now that I look back on it, very strange). From that first job, not only did I realize that I didn’t like Door-to-door sales, but I realized that I loved working. I may not always love the task, but I do love the work.

One thing I’ve realized is no matter how much you can excel within your current position, you can only go so far, unless someone is willing to take a big chance on you, or conversely, when you have a “title” then someone doesn’t think twice to put you in a certain position.

Or, you get a degree, you go to college, you get an expensive, lousy piece of paper that usually is never in the same field of expertise. So, I’m going back to school. Whoopie!

But, what I’m really worried about, is the testing. I hate tests, I hear my High School Math Teacher’s voice in my head, “you should concentrate more, you’ll need this someday”. To which, I laughed. I wonder where she is now, is she laughing.

I’m going to end up in remedial math. Does anyone know what 2+2 equals?

Update – 09/27/09 – I took my tests; I can read and write, but you probably don’t want me making change for you… “I am so Smart. SMRT”

Do you take the time?

I’ve had a great night tonight. Yes, I really have, minus the moment where I bounced my head off the cupboard because I was reading a tweet. Here’s my PSA for today. Don’t Cook and Tweet.

I need to preface this; at any given day. My head bounces off of many things. This just happened to be a moment while i was intertwined with some other version of social communication.
That being said, after a bunch of poking fun and the like, the heavy comes on. What happens when you don’t have the fun to poke. What happens when that last blow to the head that you’re used to receiving stops? What then?

Tonight, I got the opportunity to share my affection with those I love, but I think you should never let a conversation end where you think someone will know. If you appreciate them, it only takes  millisecond to say, “Thanks man, I needed this” to share with them a moment which indicates that yes, you shared value… We all, In our lived want to feel valued. How many time s a day are you valued? It only takes a minute. How many of those do you have left?

What the heck am I doing here?

I’m seriously not sure. I’m sitting here trying to make sure I’ve set this thing up the way I want it to, but right now I feel like a dog randomly chasing his tail hoping that I’ll miraculously catch it.

At least I have a first post. I’m not sure how long until the next one; we’ll just have to see together, eh?