I rarely run out of things to say. Most days, I run out of time to say things. I must admit that I haven't been keeping up with posting on this blog as I should. Hey, I have been busy. Busy answering email, fixing Blackberrys, and posting on blogs. In fact you can see my post on the No More Apples blog here. It's more of a political forum, and since that's the workplace that I'm in these days I try to post a little insight there when I can.
Loopness is NOT a political forum, however, it's not taboo here either. Since I do work for Kerry-Edwards 2004, it becomes very tough to escape politics altogether. Which is probably a good thing as I think that we should all attempt to be involved in our system of government.
Well back to work :)
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
That Time of Year
August is almost over. The dog days of summer still at hand but on their way out ushering in the cool fall fresh air bringing the most desired prize of the year - college football :)
That's right, this weekend we will celebrate the end to the most boring time of the year for television sets across the world when USC takes on Virginia Tech this Saturday evening at 7:40pm EST (yes technically there are earlier games that day, but this is the game with the most possibility for fun and excitement - provided you don't pull for the teams that are scheduled earlier in the day). Televisions sets will again be happy. They will get to fulfill their meaning in life, their reason for existence. Fans will stare at them intently for hours as if they were the most beautiful and perfectly voluptuous woman in the world who had just lost her shirt. We will stare at them without going to the rest room for fear that we might miss a play (yes, except for those of you who have TiVo) and our absence from the TV will result in our team losing due to some weird cosmic bathroom karma.
The beginning of college football season is great. I mean, think about it. All the teams have the same record. Your team has the chance to go all the way this year. My team has that same chance. This is the euphoric time in college football where we are all winners and can all talk legit smack. From here on out we are gonna be trying to figure out what acts of supernatural intervention it will take to get our team through the BCS system and to the national championship game. Some of us would settle for a league championship. And still others would settle for a winning record. These days I'll settle for some college football. Just for the season to be here and in full swing. Because this year we are gonna beat those rivals. I love that time of year.
That's right, this weekend we will celebrate the end to the most boring time of the year for television sets across the world when USC takes on Virginia Tech this Saturday evening at 7:40pm EST (yes technically there are earlier games that day, but this is the game with the most possibility for fun and excitement - provided you don't pull for the teams that are scheduled earlier in the day). Televisions sets will again be happy. They will get to fulfill their meaning in life, their reason for existence. Fans will stare at them intently for hours as if they were the most beautiful and perfectly voluptuous woman in the world who had just lost her shirt. We will stare at them without going to the rest room for fear that we might miss a play (yes, except for those of you who have TiVo) and our absence from the TV will result in our team losing due to some weird cosmic bathroom karma.
The beginning of college football season is great. I mean, think about it. All the teams have the same record. Your team has the chance to go all the way this year. My team has that same chance. This is the euphoric time in college football where we are all winners and can all talk legit smack. From here on out we are gonna be trying to figure out what acts of supernatural intervention it will take to get our team through the BCS system and to the national championship game. Some of us would settle for a league championship. And still others would settle for a winning record. These days I'll settle for some college football. Just for the season to be here and in full swing. Because this year we are gonna beat those rivals. I love that time of year.
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Sometimes
How do you feel right now? Are you happy? Are you depressed? Do you find that it is hard to describe your feelings? When life throws you the inevitable curve or victory can you really describe how wonderful or painful it really is? I can't.
There is almost no way that I can describe to you how thrilling and exciting it was the first time a music project came together in the recording studio. The feeling that you had put together something that might affect people's lives the way other people's art had affected yours, to convey this feeling to you, words fail me.
I can't tell you in great enough detail to really communicate how my heart sank the time that I saw the alleged woman of my dreams all dolled up to meet her man who just arrived in town. And I just knew at that moment, what the reality really was. She was in love. Her happiness was the bane of my very existence, and the existence of all my mind and heart could ever aspire to become one with. How her most amazing smile that could light the deepest and darkest crevices of my soul would burn through my heart muscles leaving nothing but the remains of a soulmate fantasy, because it is for him that she smiles. And the knowledge that I will never be able to bring that kind of joy to her life even for a brief moment leaves me without breath as a child on a playground who has fallen from the top of the slide and had the wind knocked out of him. Gasping for air to no avail.
Triumphs, defeats, solutions, answers, exhilaration, and all the highs and lows that life has to offer. Sometimes you just can't explain them.
Sometimes
There is almost no way that I can describe to you how thrilling and exciting it was the first time a music project came together in the recording studio. The feeling that you had put together something that might affect people's lives the way other people's art had affected yours, to convey this feeling to you, words fail me.
I can't tell you in great enough detail to really communicate how my heart sank the time that I saw the alleged woman of my dreams all dolled up to meet her man who just arrived in town. And I just knew at that moment, what the reality really was. She was in love. Her happiness was the bane of my very existence, and the existence of all my mind and heart could ever aspire to become one with. How her most amazing smile that could light the deepest and darkest crevices of my soul would burn through my heart muscles leaving nothing but the remains of a soulmate fantasy, because it is for him that she smiles. And the knowledge that I will never be able to bring that kind of joy to her life even for a brief moment leaves me without breath as a child on a playground who has fallen from the top of the slide and had the wind knocked out of him. Gasping for air to no avail.
Triumphs, defeats, solutions, answers, exhilaration, and all the highs and lows that life has to offer. Sometimes you just can't explain them.
Sometimes
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Sadness
Well, it's been a long day. I'm so worn out. I feel like I'm breathing in slow motion. At least I'm still breathing. More than I'll be able to say for James Hudson who will be executed by the commonwealth of Virginia tonight at 9pm. From what I understand of the case, he is guilty of shooting three people in cold blood over a dispute about a driveway. He has given up his appeals and asked the courts to put him to death immediately. He feels guilty for what he did, and he should feel terribly guilty for committing such an awful act against humanity.
It's cases like these that test my belief that capital punishment is wrong. I hate the acts that he did to end the life of others. I'm mad at him for it, and I don't know any of these people that he gunned down. But I cannot bring myself to support the same act of violence. I cannot support state sponsored murder, even when I yearn for revenge to satisfy my basic un-evolved desires. This isn't a discussion as to why capital punishment is right or wrong, I'm sure I will talk about that senselessness later.
Tonight as I go to a vigil against state sponsored murder I will think about those whose lives he took, I'll think about them most, but I'll think about how we perpetuate the issue by killing people to show people that killing people is wrong.
Tonight, I feel sadness.
It's cases like these that test my belief that capital punishment is wrong. I hate the acts that he did to end the life of others. I'm mad at him for it, and I don't know any of these people that he gunned down. But I cannot bring myself to support the same act of violence. I cannot support state sponsored murder, even when I yearn for revenge to satisfy my basic un-evolved desires. This isn't a discussion as to why capital punishment is right or wrong, I'm sure I will talk about that senselessness later.
Tonight as I go to a vigil against state sponsored murder I will think about those whose lives he took, I'll think about them most, but I'll think about how we perpetuate the issue by killing people to show people that killing people is wrong.
Tonight, I feel sadness.
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Under My Skin
I have a sum total of one Blog post under my belt, and the thoughts of continuous posting are running wild through my brain this morning. Right now I'm attempting to post via my Blackberry device, as I walk to work (which explains the difference in font size and styles from other posts).
I was just thinking that it's interesting how people move around the country. Most appear to move around based on job opportunities, and some based on care needs. Then others (especially younger folks) relocate because of "love".
I like to move around the country, and live in various places and atmospheres. I'm prolly nomadic in nature. The funny thing about that is, I have to admit, I'm mostly a home body when not working. But this got me thinking. Maybe people are nomadic in nature. But there are some people who stay in the same town all their lives and never venture out of their state.
I guess that it comes down to the same thing each time we look at it. We are all individuals who enjoy what we enjoy. Regardless of how we attempt to stereotype and classify people into groups and try to put them into boxes - it never works. Because in one way or another, we are all exceptions to the rule.
Yeah, this Blogging thing is under my skin.
Monday, August 16, 2004
In the Beginning
In the beginning the Blogger created the Blog. And the Blog was without form and void. And darkness was upon the face of the page. And the spirit of Blog moved upon the face of the page. And the Blogger said let there be content: and with much typing and some thought there was content...
I have to admit, I have a really hard time grasping the Blog concept. Mostly because it doesn't have strict, or really, any defining properties. I mean, it's a web page that we invented a new name for. So now instead of saying "Check out my web page!" we say "Check out my Blog!"
I guess, we need to find a way to sell yet another product. Go capitalism. But since I am internally conflicted as ever I have to admit, that since I'm not paying a thing to post my Blog in all of its Blogness and that I am using someone elses bandwidth to do so, that the possibility exists this is not JUST another way to sell a product. Does introspection have to be this tough, or is it just truthful introspection that hurts?
One thing that almost always seems to be a constant in new beginnings is optimism. You have a new relationship and you envision weddings and kids (if you are a woman) or "The One" (if you are a guy). A new job comes along, and there seems to be no limit to where you could go from here. The beginning of college football season - the epitome of optimism. And it is no different with the Blog.
And the Blogger saw everything that he had typed, and, behold he thought it was good.
I have to admit, I have a really hard time grasping the Blog concept. Mostly because it doesn't have strict, or really, any defining properties. I mean, it's a web page that we invented a new name for. So now instead of saying "Check out my web page!" we say "Check out my Blog!"
I guess, we need to find a way to sell yet another product. Go capitalism. But since I am internally conflicted as ever I have to admit, that since I'm not paying a thing to post my Blog in all of its Blogness and that I am using someone elses bandwidth to do so, that the possibility exists this is not JUST another way to sell a product. Does introspection have to be this tough, or is it just truthful introspection that hurts?
One thing that almost always seems to be a constant in new beginnings is optimism. You have a new relationship and you envision weddings and kids (if you are a woman) or "The One" (if you are a guy). A new job comes along, and there seems to be no limit to where you could go from here. The beginning of college football season - the epitome of optimism. And it is no different with the Blog.
And the Blogger saw everything that he had typed, and, behold he thought it was good.
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