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The Sound of Modernity

You hear that?

That is the sound of modernity. That is the sound of a gas-powered leaf blower blowing leaves off of a wooded trail. Not a little asphalt-paved trail through the woods, I mean a gravel wooded trail.

I don’t see the point. I really don’t.

It seems like a massive exercise in futility. It’s like someone was thinking, “Y’know, we wanna preserve the semblance of nature in the middle of the city, but we don’t want it too natural–stepping on leaves and such, someone might scuff their shoes!” Not that walking in gravel won’t, but come on, folks, figure it out.

Not only do I personally not like leaf blowers–they don’t just blow leaves, but clouds of dust and dirt, and they’re as noisy as hell–but you’re blowing leaves from a wooded trail–a trail (which is an unpaved, but established path) through the woods (which is a large group of these things called “trees” that have a tendency to drop their voluminous leaves constantly throughout this time of year).

Someone out there, help me out here. Please, anyone, am I just going nuts? Has the stress from my job gotten me to where I begin to think that rudimentary tasks are asinine? Have I lost all faith in human intelligence? Someone, please, tell me that I have a point!

Atari out.

Ubiquitous Song Lyrics

One of these days, ev’rything that I want is gonna be mine,

But if it ain’t, that’ll be all right as long as there’s sunshine

And a big ol’ brew.

–John Winger (Bill Murray), Stripes

Fear and Loathing In The Call Center

Now, I was walking around the office today and they’ve got these little signs, printed out on pink copy paper, and posted all over the office saying:

“You are an important part of this business. Please show up to work on time.”

They’re just posted in various places around the call center, and I can’t help but thinking:

So maybe I am an important part of this business. This business of getting bitched at by random people who think that I am, of course, the scum of the earth–one of the most hateful and spiteful persons that they’ve ever encountered.

Then again, if they weren’t some of the most hateful and spiteful people that I have ever encountered, maybe I wouldn’t be….

All that aside, feeling like I am a part of this “team”–yeah, that’s a real encouraging metaphor. “Yeah! You’re a part of a team; part of the winning team! You’re gonna go and take one for that winning team!” I take one for that winning team every damn day. Multiple times every damn day. So, it pains me to say (well, it really doesn’t pain me to say) that until I feel like an important part of a team which I can be proud of; that until I feel like an important part of a team which practices business policies and ethics that I am in concert with; that until I am an important part of that kind of team, and I am doing something that I enjoy, these little motivational fliers are not going to motivate me. The only thing, right now, that does motivate me–especially in this slug hole of a job–is a paycheck.

And if it weren’t for that paycheck, I would not be motivated to come to work…at all.

So, frankly, in my opinion, they should consider themselves more than lucky that I do take the time to even show up; especially since, it goes without saying, I could be in other places…doing other things…and, most importantly, enjoying myself.

Atari out.

Just A Random Thought….

If people from Nigeria are called Nigerians, what are people from Niger called?

Nigeriens, you racist bastard!

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Your Daddy Is Darth Vader
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What You Call Him: Pa
Why You Love Him: You don’t love him, you just love calling him “daddy”

Another Lucky Day

The day started out routine enough, I took Diana down to Z93 to pick up her tickets, and who should I happen to meet but Frank Jackson, programming director for the station. The guy was cool, wearing a ball cap and polo shirt, and asked us if we wanted tickets to see an advance screening of some new movie coming out next week. I took the opportunity to ask him about internships. He and I talked for a few minutes in the board room, and he seemed very interested in the fact that I was very excited about radio, so he gave me the name and number of the person in charge of that section of business for Infinity Broadcasting and told me to tell her that I had talked to him personally and that I was very interested in interning for Z93 (her office is at V103). She’ll give me all the information I need as soon as I call her Monday afternoon.

From there, we went into the city via Lenox Road, stopping for a jaunt around Phipps Plaza to gawk at the expensive taste. I took a few roads I had never actually been down before, and the thrill of discovery–even in the mundane–was very invigorating. We parked in a small $3 lot at the corner of 10th and Spring and began our trek.

First, toward the new 17th Street bridge we walked and took a few pictures around there and Atlantic Station before heading up toward Georgia Tech. We stopped at the new Turner complex to take a picture of the building, but were accosted by security guards who thought our camera and tripod setup was some sort of dangerous threat to Mr. Turner. So after a brief holdup with a security guard and a genial groundskeeper, we moved on to downtown, stopping to take pictures along the way. With no more interference from meddling security guards, we got some pretty good photos along Peachtree Street before running out of memory down by Peachtree Plaza and the Hard Rock Cafe.

Anyway, it was a pretty good day all-in-all, and I’ve got some really good photos to put in my portfolio. Now, to just adjust them in Photoshop….

Lucky Day

So I started the day usual enough–slow wakeup on a day off. Met Zach and Chris at Ru Sans for lunch around 12 or 12:30, can’t quite remember exactly–not that it matters anyway. Zach had brought a few of his high school cronies that I was to make acquaintance to, but The Edge was nowhere to be found. Turns out that Loser Stoner Boy (Zach) forgot to mention the spring break outing to young Eric. Well, it turns out that he couldn’t make it anyway, so we partook of sushi grudgingly without him.

I got a phone call while eating lunch, and, for some reason or other, answered it. It was Melissa from Z93 calling to tell me that I had won tickets to see Bob Dylan at the Tabernacle next week. You see, last weekend, Diana (Nadia’s roommate) and I went to the Dogwood Festival downtown since Nadia had left for the Caribbean and Joe, her boyfriend, had to work. Just for shits and giggles, we both entered the contest. Couldn’t hurt, could it? So I won, and, it was, without saying, fucking awesome!

So, after lunch, Chris, Zach, Zach’s friend (can’t remember her name), and I head to the station to pick up my tickets. Chris asked about internships and was directed to call back next week sometime. I’ll hafta see what pans out from that; perhaps he and I both could get on over there.

Well, since we were already on the North Side, we decided to grab some beignets at Crescent City. Just after ordering, I get another call, this time from Sarah (at Borders), saying that I was supposed to be in at 3:00. It was 3:22. Turns out my day off is tomorrow. So, we get our beignets, eat quickly, and head back toward Kennesaw. While eating, I get yet ANOTHER phone call–from Diana:

“Hello!”
“Hey you, guess what!”
“What?”
“You know those Bob Dylan tickets we registered to win?”
“Yeah?”
“I just won!”
“Holy shit! I just won them, too!”
“Omigod! Really?”
“Yeah, just picked ’em up….”

Uncanny.

So we eat and get back on the road. Traffic was atrocious, but it coulda been worse–a tractor-trailer truck jackknifed just a mile or so behind us blocking all northbound traffic.

So I drop everybody off back at their cars, and head into work. Typical day there; never really any excitement.

That brings us up to the present and stream of consciousness. That’s been the story of an interesting day. Tomorrow, I’m taking Diana to get her tickets and then we’re gonna bebop around Atlanta and take some photos, maybe meet Joe and hang out around Georgia State a while. We shall see.

…And I feel fine….

Past couple days I’ve had a sore shoulder. I go to the doctor today and find out that I’ve got a strained muscle in my neck that’s causing it. Not much I can do except give it rest, ice for ten minutes, heat for ten minutes, and take 800mg of Ibuprofen every eight hours.

I can’t feel my legs.

Egad, I Have A Blog

So I finally got a LiveJournal. No, it’s not going to be like one of those angsty teenage crybaby “pity me” blogs that so permeate the web nowadays, I’ll probably only make entries when something noteworthy happens or if I come across some bit of wit or decide to comment on the state of the world in general. Anyway, this is simply a place to start from, and I shall continue to go forth on the great adventure that is life.

Stay tuned.