"On the drive into work this morning, there was a guy dressed up as a sunflower standing on the corner of
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
moxie
Monday, June 29, 2009
one year
i almost typed 365 days as the title, then that incredibly abhorrent song from rent began playing in my head, with a vision of skinny art school students in scarves and overly-animated faces and wide eyes singing to me, gesticulating with raised arms and pumping shoulders for every sung rhyme about minutes or whatever the hell it is, with a smirk like it's clearly the best, superest, silliest song i've ever heard, while im stuck in the middle row of a packed auditorium and cant escape.
***
a year ago yesterday my good friend mike was in a horrible car accident, hit by an intoxicated driver that by all standards should have killed him. afterward, the ICU staff gave him what could be received as no chance of survival.
over the weekend, he got married and is practically fully recovered, considering what was expected. it's amazing. if this had happened even a few years earlier, would medical technology be as advanced as it is today to save someone in his practically dead condition? i still have a friend, and he got married one year after he wouldve died. i think it will always astonish me.
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a year ago yesterday my good friend mike was in a horrible car accident, hit by an intoxicated driver that by all standards should have killed him. afterward, the ICU staff gave him what could be received as no chance of survival.
over the weekend, he got married and is practically fully recovered, considering what was expected. it's amazing. if this had happened even a few years earlier, would medical technology be as advanced as it is today to save someone in his practically dead condition? i still have a friend, and he got married one year after he wouldve died. i think it will always astonish me.
Monday, June 15, 2009
spare some chaange!?
Completely unrelated, but funny
Every so often it creeps into daily monotony: the sixth sense impossible to ignore that things are actively changing for me. It's vague but unmistakable, like a slightly pulled ass cheek muscle when you try to sprint-climb three steps at once and are reminded of it for weeks. Metaphorically, of course.
Sure, things happen every day that somehow effect who I am and the direction of my life. But there are also periods every few years or so when something is pushing me to move forward in life. routine becomes an approaching unbearable state and i'm driven to pursue some sort of advancement. new job? new home? go back to school? whatever it is, it transcends recognition.
last time this happened, i quit my job and went to australia for 10 days. i wouldnt mind going back to australia to "gather myself" for a few days, especially with the way Qantas is whoring itself out these days. dammit though, thats not it.
being blatantly ignored and patsied by potential employers is incredibly entertaining about 20 minutes after the fact, once the solitary obscenities evolve into general bitterness, vacant staring and finally determination to see them and the company they represent fail. it's also starkly similar to what an adult toddler pageant must be like - encouraged perversion of reality to achieve others' admiration. I'm sick and tired of putting on my sequined leotard for you perverts and your corporate lingo and retarded perception of what makes a valuable employee. stop staring at me!
the job market certainly takes its toll. still, a year of searching for a new revenue stream doesnt begin to match the impact of other life experiences recently.
watching a t
ruly incredible person in their last moments of life makes you stop in your tracks. death to me was just something that happens until i watched a woman with no regrets and complete peace breathe some of her last breaths. a life that left no personal debts or grievances, no judgments cast. eye contact with the final wanes of life from a woman who cared so much about others, including me, places life in a surreal light. regardless of one's beliefs, a life lived right is a life lived right.
still waiting to figure out where this all lands, and ive unfortunately accepted that it is not a white beach on australia's gold coast. at least not at the moment. things need to change though and i expect they will. im no motivational speaker (outside of tuesday nights), but ive gathered enough to know that a life lived well is not lived sitting on one's ass.
Every so often it creeps into daily monotony: the sixth sense impossible to ignore that things are actively changing for me. It's vague but unmistakable, like a slightly pulled ass cheek muscle when you try to sprint-climb three steps at once and are reminded of it for weeks. Metaphorically, of course.
Sure, things happen every day that somehow effect who I am and the direction of my life. But there are also periods every few years or so when something is pushing me to move forward in life. routine becomes an approaching unbearable state and i'm driven to pursue some sort of advancement. new job? new home? go back to school? whatever it is, it transcends recognition.
last time this happened, i quit my job and went to australia for 10 days. i wouldnt mind going back to australia to "gather myself" for a few days, especially with the way Qantas is whoring itself out these days. dammit though, thats not it.
being blatantly ignored and patsied by potential employers is incredibly entertaining about 20 minutes after the fact, once the solitary obscenities evolve into general bitterness, vacant staring and finally determination to see them and the company they represent fail. it's also starkly similar to what an adult toddler pageant must be like - encouraged perversion of reality to achieve others' admiration. I'm sick and tired of putting on my sequined leotard for you perverts and your corporate lingo and retarded perception of what makes a valuable employee. stop staring at me!
the job market certainly takes its toll. still, a year of searching for a new revenue stream doesnt begin to match the impact of other life experiences recently.
watching a t
ruly incredible person in their last moments of life makes you stop in your tracks. death to me was just something that happens until i watched a woman with no regrets and complete peace breathe some of her last breaths. a life that left no personal debts or grievances, no judgments cast. eye contact with the final wanes of life from a woman who cared so much about others, including me, places life in a surreal light. regardless of one's beliefs, a life lived right is a life lived right.still waiting to figure out where this all lands, and ive unfortunately accepted that it is not a white beach on australia's gold coast. at least not at the moment. things need to change though and i expect they will. im no motivational speaker (outside of tuesday nights), but ive gathered enough to know that a life lived well is not lived sitting on one's ass.
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