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.
I Just thought that I’d rant on the (not too) recent collapse of my favourite radio station, Z93: the place that I was almost guaranteed a job at as soon as I was back in school full time. Now it’s this “Dave FM” crap, and I will have nothing to do with it. The question is: what happened to Mara, Willard, Frank, Adam, and even Dunham? Art “Mad Man” Mehring is on Real Radio 105.3 now, which has become my crutch. That and 96 Rock. At least 96 Rock still plays rock and roll–not lame crap rock like Loggins and Messina or (shudder) Sheryl Crow on Dave FM. Rock Without Rules? More like the doldrums of popular music.
It’s been an eventful last few days–a busy last few days. I started my job at Vitamin World this week; it’s interesting–I’ve had no less than 6 people in two days wanting “detox” products which I cannot sell them because they are going to use them for a drug test. It’s against the law, I can’t do it. Other than a few altercations with some of the more belligerent aspects of the otherwise mellow drug crowd, Nadia and I have been rather busy going from place to place getting information on housing and visiting family and just getting things done.
Anyway, the point I was [trying to make] here was that I wanted to alert anyone who cared that I realise that the last three posts were just recycled points of interest from the great wide Interweb and not anything spectacular or all that personal. I’m sorry–the writing bug just hasn’t hit me in the past couple days, so I just posted some stuff that I thought was interesting to keep the pace going. I have a goal of blogging at least once every day, so I’ve got to keep things moving; however, I do have a sense of entertainment, so I want to keep everything as interesting as possible. This is where I encourage comments and feedback. A simple “that’s neat” or “booooorrrrriiiiiiinnnng!” will suffice for me, but I do like to see that people are reading. It gives me that warm and fuzzy feeling inside. I understand that many of you are just as busy if not more so, so I won’t make it a demand or some such arrogant nonsense–you all should know me better than that!
Anyway, that was really the point [?] I wanted to address. I will attempt to blog daily with at least something be it something interesting I saw or read or, if we’re all really lucky, a nice article from yours truly! Also, I will attempt to comment on any and all blogs that I am able to (turnabout is fair play, after all).
As for the current state of other projects:
BEN WINDSTAR: gaining momentum, will start working on new music when I have the time, please add yourselves to the map if not done so already
HOUSING: found a new apartment, moving in July
JOB: got one, supposed to start another next week–need to make a phone call
PASSPORT CLUB: Pledge status, 7 unique pint glasses in collection–duplicates for sale, contact me if interested
I sent a couple of pictures to FUH2.Com, and we’ve been added to their growing menagerie of pictures of people giving Hummer H2s the finger. The damn thing is a roving dumpster, and I can’t stand the yuppie pieces of shit that drive ’em, to boot! Anyway, enough of that.
I am me.
I am not like you.
I am different.
I dress different from you.
I act different from you.
I talk differently than you do.
I am not rich.
I am not poor.
I am not friendless.
My bonds are loyal.
I seek not wealth.
I seek not power.
I seek not fame.
I seek only knowledge and understanding.
My personal affairs are personal.
I am not evil.
I am not pure.
I am, however, righteous in my causes.
I do not hide behind the faceless mass.
I like to stand out.
I know when to blend in.
I am benevolent.
I am aggressive.
I fight for that which I believe is right.
Mankind is my family.
Nature is my mother and my father.
That which harms either is my only enemy.
I am free.
I am me.
The symbol of rebirth and renewal that has endured for countless generations is the phoenix. This bird symbolizing resurrection would, in my opinion, be the ideal symbol for me. Over my years as a youth, I have come to terms with innumerable hardships that have nearly prevented–and in some cases completely prevented–me from achieving my goals at the time. For example, some four years ago, my parents separated. This was a catastrophic event in my young life and reduced me to a bitter, cynical sadist. I was constantly angry at the world, speaking without due respect to anyone, stealing, and verbally abusing others in other to bolster my shrinking self-esteem. My best friend Chris pointed this out to me and noted that I needed some sort of change, as he was going through a similar ordeal. I then pledged to myself that before high school was over, I would become a better all-around person. In order to accomplish this arduous task, I devoted myself to achieving some sort of spiritual and intellectual growth. I began to study modern philosophy, and I began reading the satirical works of George Orwell and Ray Bradbury, not to mention the nonfiction publications of Michio Kaku (author of Visions and Hyperspace) and Esther Dyson (Release 2.1). My friends will vouch that I was not the most pleasant person to be around, but all that changed when I met my lovely girlfriend of sixteen months, Jana. She was probably the most influential person in my rebirth, lifting my spirits when I was down and giving me someone to fight for other than myself. Finally, during the past few months, I have transcended to a new state of being. I am much friendlier, happier, and in a more relaxed and open state of mind. It was a long process to get here, but I consider myself a better person now than I ever was. I have given up theft, and I have started to treat others with the respect they deserve. I have defined a new set of moral codes for myself, but I still find satisfaction in reading about the folly of modern society. For this reason, I choose the phoenix to be the symbol that represents my life.