In 10 months my friend Jimmy will be driving through Egypt in a one-liter vehicle, alone.
Here's how I've come by this information:
Yesterday Candice and I woke up appropriately late for a Saturday morning. After a fine breakfast and several cups of coffee and/or tea, we discussed the plans we'd made earlier in the week to go down to Big Sur. Well, sure, why not. It's not that far.
So somewhere around three in the afternoon we found ourselves trucking through the lush scenic forests of Hwy 1, headed south past Watsonville, through Monterey and Carmel, by wave-whipped rocks and cliff-sides, alongside a solitary Naval Base island, over stone pillar bridges, around steep turns and slopes, staring at a glistening, pink and blue ocean.
Big Sur was fun, but the nighttime overcame us, so we ventured as far as a quarter tank of gasoline could take us before turning back to go home. Somewhere in there lay the remains of a conversational dissection, echoing stories of parents in their younger years, expectations we face as children, the importance and banality of money, the enchanting draws of Southeast Asia, the wiles of coworkers.. faded away into a devouring sunset.
Back in Watsonville, we went to dinner at Jaliscos (make sure you pronounce the J). Fajitas with prawns and scallops, snapper, tomatoes, Modelos and a warm mission building says it all. Dinner was amazing, as usual. We talked and laughed, and wondered a little at our own circumstances. Who doesn't do that, you know?
I mean, this is California. We dream and live and love with all the fruit of the world on our backs. There isn't a dry moment. How can you not wonder at that?
On the way to the car, Jimmy called.
"Where are you!?! I'm in Santa Cruz! I thought we were going out?!"
"We are Jimmy, I'm about ten minutes away."
"Fine, I'll drive around then. See you when you get here"
So we skipped Target and cut the distance between Watsonville and Santa Cruz. Arriving back home was a nice break from the day. Jimmy was virtually around the corner, so he came immediately. And before long, we were talking again.
Did you know that in the country of Europe, people get 6 months a year off from working so they can live in peace and harmony, every year? Well I didn't, until Jimmy and Candice (and myself) got into it about the roots of Americanism and how we as a people are expected to do little more than work work work work work work work for a living.
Now, I like working, believe you me I do. I even worked 14.5 hours this past week. That's more in a week's work than I've done since like 2007.
Nevertheless, 98% of everybody else spends 8-10 hours a day at a job so they can come home and "do the things they really want to do." It befuddles me, and I held none of my confusion back last night when discussing the state of Westernized society, the economy, our supposed passions and dreams. I say, if you have dreams, pursue them. If you don't, do something freaking outstanding and fun anyway. But I'm not so sure building an overpass between Pleasanton and Livermore every day for 5 years is the best way to spend your precious hours of life. That's just me. Maybe it's art, and I just don't see it.
So, the three of us are sitting there in conversation when finally it comes time to "go downtown" for a celebration. A celebration you ask?
Why yes, a celebration; a celebratory brewskie to honor Jimmy's submission and acceptance into a land race spanning the distances between, um, London and India? To tell you the truth, I don't exactly remember the details because I had a difficult time comprehending the reality of the race in the first place.
We go downtown, set up a place at the Rush Inn, are greeted warmly by the infamous Mike Ryan, get some drinks and Jimmy gets down to business.
There's this race. It's an adventure race, much like any adventure sport you pay to become a part of. But this race is different, because the point is to create the most difficult circumstances you can imagine for the racers and see if they can even survive by the end. $1000 admission charge.
You get to use a 1-liter vehicle. Jimmy says, that's one-third the power of my Kia Sportage...so basically he's driving a Power Wheels.
In the vehicle, the "Team" which consists of Him, will drive the multi-country stretch between two locations (London and India?). There are no routes, no accomodations, and no prizes. But there is the adventure, structured by this company The Adventurists and the funds for the race are donated to some large charities. Jimmy will cross countries held up in serious governmental problems, hopefully meet a girl or two and maybe have a drink. Just so his Rickshaw doesn't get stolen.
We talked about it for a while, and in a state of flabbergast I said little. I honestly don't know what to think, since Jimmy is such a dear friend.
Later on with Candice, I mentioned that I think it wouldn't behoove Jimmy to take a tricycle and attempt to cross Nevada, first. I think it's going to be very difficult, and I'm not going to be secretive about that opinion. I would love to help Jimmy prepare for this, but I just don't know exactly what to do to prepare for the caliber of "adventure" that this trip will inevitably put Jimmy into.
So that's it, yesterday in a nutshell.
Mikie
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
It's more about mountains than anything else
I blog from a handheld music-playing web browsing device. This is a first.
...
Maybe I can sum it all up in a simple philosophy I've been living by since at least the third grade:
Nobody is any different than anybody else.
Now of course you're gonna be the instant skeptic and point out the obvious and massive social and physiological differences that litter and divide between all humans on the streets and in their homes. Take a redneck shotgun-swingin Midwesterner and compare him to a timid middle-of-Russia housewife who's never been outside of her village's 4-mile-radius and see what true human qualities still sync up. But don't you see it? That's exactly my point. Because my totally wayward comparison still does not seem all that validating (for instance it's likely the Midwesterner might potentially be one friends with the Russian)It's proof to me that geographically or socially ingrained traits do not hold up in the final showdown between two people.
Ill give you an example. Seven years ago somewhere in the mythical land of New York, two buildings were knocked down by two airplanes and some people died. For some reason, following that situation the once-strangers of our massively spread out country found themselves joining hands, regardless of racial or cultural or physical affiliation. For once in a lifetime people everywhere looked at each other as equals and respected them so, because we were forced to forget our differences and
consider something bigger than the problems we've constructed between ourselves. Worries melted away in the shadow of a much bigger fear.
Now take that feeling of joint boundary-less comradery - living without judgment or disrespect for one brief stint if time - and wipe away the element of Fear. Imagine maintaining that same level of respect without judgment, minus the Fear machine forcing us there.
(No wonder the Bush administration was based on fear, he discovered that fear is one very effective way to bring people together, thanks to 9/11.)
Why do we have to wait for national disasters or humane crises before loving and respecting one another? If it's possible to feel that way ever, I say let's feel that way now.
Don't get me wrong, it's important to experience drama and passion, develop strength and integrity as a friend and lover and member of this world. But beneath it all, where we all once began is the same exact place and thing. No person is inherently bad or good, we are all just living together doing different things. If we could learn to love and accept the choices of others I think the world might not be such a bad place after all. This is a really simple concept that could still use some work, you know?
...
Maybe I can sum it all up in a simple philosophy I've been living by since at least the third grade:
Nobody is any different than anybody else.
Now of course you're gonna be the instant skeptic and point out the obvious and massive social and physiological differences that litter and divide between all humans on the streets and in their homes. Take a redneck shotgun-swingin Midwesterner and compare him to a timid middle-of-Russia housewife who's never been outside of her village's 4-mile-radius and see what true human qualities still sync up. But don't you see it? That's exactly my point. Because my totally wayward comparison still does not seem all that validating (for instance it's likely the Midwesterner might potentially be one friends with the Russian)It's proof to me that geographically or socially ingrained traits do not hold up in the final showdown between two people.
Ill give you an example. Seven years ago somewhere in the mythical land of New York, two buildings were knocked down by two airplanes and some people died. For some reason, following that situation the once-strangers of our massively spread out country found themselves joining hands, regardless of racial or cultural or physical affiliation. For once in a lifetime people everywhere looked at each other as equals and respected them so, because we were forced to forget our differences and
consider something bigger than the problems we've constructed between ourselves. Worries melted away in the shadow of a much bigger fear.
Now take that feeling of joint boundary-less comradery - living without judgment or disrespect for one brief stint if time - and wipe away the element of Fear. Imagine maintaining that same level of respect without judgment, minus the Fear machine forcing us there.
(No wonder the Bush administration was based on fear, he discovered that fear is one very effective way to bring people together, thanks to 9/11.)
Why do we have to wait for national disasters or humane crises before loving and respecting one another? If it's possible to feel that way ever, I say let's feel that way now.
Don't get me wrong, it's important to experience drama and passion, develop strength and integrity as a friend and lover and member of this world. But beneath it all, where we all once began is the same exact place and thing. No person is inherently bad or good, we are all just living together doing different things. If we could learn to love and accept the choices of others I think the world might not be such a bad place after all. This is a really simple concept that could still use some work, you know?
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Social Potlucks
Yo. I guess I'm in no strong position to type anything, since my lethargia and congestion are rueing the day thus far, but that's not to say I won't at least try.
What are we? When I sit down, stand up, walk around a city's downtown blocks..what's actually going on? While sitting on a lift yesterday riding to the top of a peak, somewhere around 8800 ft above sea level Joe posed to me that "we stick together."
This struck me, because I wasn't in this frame of thinking, nor did I think was he. He was referring to social circles. And outcasts from social circles (We being indefinable outcasts).
We all try to be things, lots of different things. Some fall more easily into their desired niches than others, and there are some who stand out in the long run as simply, tirelessly, never fitting in. I breezed through my younger years knowing exactly this - because I could choose about 7 different social categories at school in which I most definitely didn't naturally fit, and maybe about two that I possibly could. The first of those two were the Computer Geeks, the second were the GATE Geeks. And I did plays, so maybe that could be a third: Drama Geek. But seriously. Drama Geek?
For some reason, in those early years I kind of just knew better. Because in even earlier years there weren't clique; they seemed to develop somewhere around our 10th and 11th years of living. But as the rest of the junior high world merged with eachother and fashioned little secure-yet-exclusive social circles, I found myself not. I looked around at them, poked my head in every now and again and definitely got my pride knocked a good few times because of it. Maybe that's what turned me around and made me think, 'why would should I put myself through this?'
I did have friends, but they were like me: unsure about what all this fuss was about when somewhere like two years earlier we were all in the same boat together, and the only thing that divided us were classrooms.
SO I made friends with some teachers, did my homework, and enjoyed learning about computers, and celebrated a couple really solid girlfriends.
Around 14 and 15, high school presented a FAR heavier demonstrative of these social events: and the longer I stayed the more spread out my "fitting in" became. Instead of residing within any particular social circle, I started to relate to ALL of them. I accumulated friendships across the entire social spectrum. Since I didn't belong in any I figured I might as well try to belong in all; show that we are all still just people like we used to be.
I did do drama in high school, and loved the comradery. That became my mostly-niche somewhere around the last half of my last year of the 12th grade. (Maybe it was the Beattyland video that was made for me for my 18th birthday, because that really reeled me into the light of having hilarious true friends.) But these guys weren't snowboarders, so the niche was still not perfect.
After school, I was relieved to discover that the cliques immaculately disappear instantly in the working world. Status-based popularity is empty and temporary and everybody knows it. The cool people are the ones that DO things, and not people that look like they do things. Big difference.
So why does Joe say this now? When we're both in the supposed clear of social hazards, doing lots of things and loving every second of life?
Because it has shaped everybody around us, forever. I could go into a whole new blog about the two business-owning rich guys I sat next to on a different life yesterday.
...
Is it better to know yourself and have fine-tuned opinions about people and things, or to identify with nothing and say Yes to everybody?
I'm not so sure. I waver back and forth between lands of knowing and not knowing.
Joe has gotten farther than me. His experiences far outreach my own. His journeys have really solified his compassionate-yet-thickskinned personality, and I admire that. The only person that he identifies with is the Clique of Himself. And I think that's the direction I like, the same as when we were younger and people started shaping circles in the first place - instead of submitting to someone else's ideals, I get to keep making up my own.
What are we? When I sit down, stand up, walk around a city's downtown blocks..what's actually going on? While sitting on a lift yesterday riding to the top of a peak, somewhere around 8800 ft above sea level Joe posed to me that "we stick together."
This struck me, because I wasn't in this frame of thinking, nor did I think was he. He was referring to social circles. And outcasts from social circles (We being indefinable outcasts).
We all try to be things, lots of different things. Some fall more easily into their desired niches than others, and there are some who stand out in the long run as simply, tirelessly, never fitting in. I breezed through my younger years knowing exactly this - because I could choose about 7 different social categories at school in which I most definitely didn't naturally fit, and maybe about two that I possibly could. The first of those two were the Computer Geeks, the second were the GATE Geeks. And I did plays, so maybe that could be a third: Drama Geek. But seriously. Drama Geek?
For some reason, in those early years I kind of just knew better. Because in even earlier years there weren't clique; they seemed to develop somewhere around our 10th and 11th years of living. But as the rest of the junior high world merged with eachother and fashioned little secure-yet-exclusive social circles, I found myself not. I looked around at them, poked my head in every now and again and definitely got my pride knocked a good few times because of it. Maybe that's what turned me around and made me think, 'why would should I put myself through this?'
I did have friends, but they were like me: unsure about what all this fuss was about when somewhere like two years earlier we were all in the same boat together, and the only thing that divided us were classrooms.
SO I made friends with some teachers, did my homework, and enjoyed learning about computers, and celebrated a couple really solid girlfriends.
Around 14 and 15, high school presented a FAR heavier demonstrative of these social events: and the longer I stayed the more spread out my "fitting in" became. Instead of residing within any particular social circle, I started to relate to ALL of them. I accumulated friendships across the entire social spectrum. Since I didn't belong in any I figured I might as well try to belong in all; show that we are all still just people like we used to be.
I did do drama in high school, and loved the comradery. That became my mostly-niche somewhere around the last half of my last year of the 12th grade. (Maybe it was the Beattyland video that was made for me for my 18th birthday, because that really reeled me into the light of having hilarious true friends.) But these guys weren't snowboarders, so the niche was still not perfect.
After school, I was relieved to discover that the cliques immaculately disappear instantly in the working world. Status-based popularity is empty and temporary and everybody knows it. The cool people are the ones that DO things, and not people that look like they do things. Big difference.
So why does Joe say this now? When we're both in the supposed clear of social hazards, doing lots of things and loving every second of life?
Because it has shaped everybody around us, forever. I could go into a whole new blog about the two business-owning rich guys I sat next to on a different life yesterday.
...
Is it better to know yourself and have fine-tuned opinions about people and things, or to identify with nothing and say Yes to everybody?
I'm not so sure. I waver back and forth between lands of knowing and not knowing.
Joe has gotten farther than me. His experiences far outreach my own. His journeys have really solified his compassionate-yet-thickskinned personality, and I admire that. The only person that he identifies with is the Clique of Himself. And I think that's the direction I like, the same as when we were younger and people started shaping circles in the first place - instead of submitting to someone else's ideals, I get to keep making up my own.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Slumkind of wonderful
Candice and I just went downtown to exchange some old shoes for cash, have a taco, and watch Slumdog Millionaire at the Nickelodeon. It's not a rare thing for a movie to move me, but it is for a movie to leave me feeling hopeful. Cheesy? Well I think this movie did just that for me; it triggered the potentials that linger in all of us for age-old romance, for rags to riches, for passion in friendships, for reminding me that even shit and filth can feel hopeful. It retold a truth I keep forgetting: the possibility to escape everything with the ones you love. The same sweet freedom we used to know so well as kids.
I hope that all of you get to watch this film sometime in the next couple weeks - it's a real piece of love.
Feels like you've touched the Triforce when you walk out.
I hope that all of you get to watch this film sometime in the next couple weeks - it's a real piece of love.
Feels like you've touched the Triforce when you walk out.
Friday, January 16, 2009
unemployment
this sucks. Things have been more difficult financially than they have ever been before. I had been expected several checks much earlier in the month, but now it's nearly the twentieth and none of them have arrived. I check the mail 20 times a day waiting for the invisible mailman to come so that I can finally get money in the bank, so that I can finally stop obsessing about it and go about looking for better work. But because nothing comes, day after day, I feel like I'm just prolonging an inevitable dread.
But I'm secretly not really that worried about anything (surely Candice would hate to hear me say that) but it's true. I know that in time, the checks will show up, the problem will be resolved. In a month I will have caught up without question, I will have delivered a few pizzas, finished the mess with the ridiculous EDD people, paid all my freaking bills, and maybe even have auditioned for a thing or two - all by my birthday. All the while, my lovely counterpart will work her steady job and make good too. Soon we will both be sitting happily around in nonchalance reading books, feeling the "everything is wonderfully ok" vibe.
I paid some dues a while back, then I got some promotions, now it's gonna be time to pay some dues again. And you know what? I promise you that I have no qualms to spend a hefty lovely chunk of my next amount of time paying dues. Its in the due-paying that we dream the hardest, right? I just can't wait to start paying. Because the one thing worse than paying dues is WAITING to pay your dues. My good heavenly Krishna it's an awful game to play, the waiting one.
So there it is, optimism masked by pessimism, masked by unshakable optimism. I assure you, unless something goes horrifically wrong (and even then, still) everything is going be extremely fine indeed. InDEED.
Love you guys. Pray that USBank goes under, because then I wouldn't have lost a cent.
:-)
Peace
Mikie
But I'm secretly not really that worried about anything (surely Candice would hate to hear me say that) but it's true. I know that in time, the checks will show up, the problem will be resolved. In a month I will have caught up without question, I will have delivered a few pizzas, finished the mess with the ridiculous EDD people, paid all my freaking bills, and maybe even have auditioned for a thing or two - all by my birthday. All the while, my lovely counterpart will work her steady job and make good too. Soon we will both be sitting happily around in nonchalance reading books, feeling the "everything is wonderfully ok" vibe.
I paid some dues a while back, then I got some promotions, now it's gonna be time to pay some dues again. And you know what? I promise you that I have no qualms to spend a hefty lovely chunk of my next amount of time paying dues. Its in the due-paying that we dream the hardest, right? I just can't wait to start paying. Because the one thing worse than paying dues is WAITING to pay your dues. My good heavenly Krishna it's an awful game to play, the waiting one.
So there it is, optimism masked by pessimism, masked by unshakable optimism. I assure you, unless something goes horrifically wrong (and even then, still) everything is going be extremely fine indeed. InDEED.
Love you guys. Pray that USBank goes under, because then I wouldn't have lost a cent.
:-)
Peace
Mikie
Friday, December 19, 2008
I miss blog comments
Comment away! I sometimes wonder if anybody's even listening. Not that i say too much anymore, but you know.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
everything's sterling silver now
I read a magazine article tonight about guys that have "Changed Their Lives" in their forties by quitting their high-end, professional jobs to pursue the things they really want to do (ie. starting an adventure-guiding company, a non-profit charity organization, a traveling vagabond and a New York comedian). These stories perplex me. When I read about them, I can't help but wonder what these men were thinking while they sailed through their mid-twenties, making as few bucks as me while searching to find a career that fit for them. Why didn't these men, who seem to represent such large chunks of "successful" men in our western world, pursue the things they really wanted to do THEN? Why is it so typical for people to wait until their early or mid forties to finally pursue the things they really wanted to do? Honestly, I don't get it. It took me two years of college to have the same realization that took these guys 25 years, which is the same realization that some people may never even achieve in their entire lifetime! WTF mate
The problem is that ours seems to be the first generation who's realizing that those full-time money-making careers are not satisfying enough. It's a cool realization to have, and can't really be unlearned. But I screwed myself by having it at 24, so that even now I don't have some sort of financial backing to set me up while I begin pursuing my real wants. I have few things and a heart so full of passion and ambition that I basically explode every night before I go to sleep. I can't cash in my 401k or budget my severance checks to help me fuel my creative future in "Finally Doing the Things I want to be Doing". No, by discovering that I refuse to waste my life at 24, I have no economic safety net to rely on to help me along in my pursuits. The economy does not behave nicely towards folks who want to do the things they really want to do. It's not set up that way. It makes you wonder what your real choices are here, where your skills really belong.
Am I alone? Did anybody else at 24-27 realize they were a Big-Business-Exec-Destined-For-Emotional-Relapse-at-45-to-Quit-Their-Job-to-Pursue-Better-Things besides me? Seriously. No job meets the ridiculous criteria I've set for myself.
I should have talked to Steve about this.
Matt, I think you know too. You seem to be someone who's landed a high-paying job while still doing the things you really want to be doing. Right? Have you done it correctly?
Seriously, I'm taking suggestions. I want to figure the "next thing" out soon. I'm sick of supernatural forces trampling my daily joys. There's an answer here, I just haven't found it yet.
Like the economy: there's an answer, we just don't know it yet.
Advice is Welcome.
The problem is that ours seems to be the first generation who's realizing that those full-time money-making careers are not satisfying enough. It's a cool realization to have, and can't really be unlearned. But I screwed myself by having it at 24, so that even now I don't have some sort of financial backing to set me up while I begin pursuing my real wants. I have few things and a heart so full of passion and ambition that I basically explode every night before I go to sleep. I can't cash in my 401k or budget my severance checks to help me fuel my creative future in "Finally Doing the Things I want to be Doing". No, by discovering that I refuse to waste my life at 24, I have no economic safety net to rely on to help me along in my pursuits. The economy does not behave nicely towards folks who want to do the things they really want to do. It's not set up that way. It makes you wonder what your real choices are here, where your skills really belong.
Am I alone? Did anybody else at 24-27 realize they were a Big-Business-Exec-Destined-For-Emotional-Relapse-at-45-to-Quit-Their-Job-to-Pursue-Better-Things besides me? Seriously. No job meets the ridiculous criteria I've set for myself.
I should have talked to Steve about this.
Matt, I think you know too. You seem to be someone who's landed a high-paying job while still doing the things you really want to be doing. Right? Have you done it correctly?
Seriously, I'm taking suggestions. I want to figure the "next thing" out soon. I'm sick of supernatural forces trampling my daily joys. There's an answer here, I just haven't found it yet.
Like the economy: there's an answer, we just don't know it yet.
Advice is Welcome.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
new phone, new coffee pot, same old blub
As I was driving through the chilly sunset tonight, I realized this:
Occasionally I want nothing more than to just be entertained.
Nothing sounds more refreshing or relaxing to me than an opportunity to sit back, release the reigns and enjoy the show. This is one reason why I loved the bar I used to work at in Burbank. I could walk into work having the worst day imaginable, and still there'd be a friendly drunk old man or woman eager to smile and entertain me.
Steve, for example, said one day,
"Mikie? Mikie! What's wrong with you? Snap out of it! You're not yourself today Mikie. Well then let's talk about it, I want to hear what you're thinking about!"
Steves want to help us feel better again. They are Casual-Dependable people: they don't care enough about us to really be upset with our feelings, but at the same time they ain't goin nowhere. You could sit there and shoot the shittiest shit with Steve, and he'd listen to every word you said. He'd laugh, argue, or just plain listen, and in exchange would recount his own stories that might seem totally pointless to others, but incredible to you. Because he doesn't care, but he just wants to entertain. For some reason, it feels amazing to take the attention away from you and just be entertained. Like Steve's carefree laughter... cake for an infant! You can depend on Steves to simply make you smile. Steve lets you try new things. Steve reminds you that you can believe in anything you want, and feel any way you want to. And Steve doesn't let you leave without remember something valuable.
Life will throw you screws. You just have to catch some of them
and set them down.
Thanks Steve.
peace outie
Occasionally I want nothing more than to just be entertained.
Nothing sounds more refreshing or relaxing to me than an opportunity to sit back, release the reigns and enjoy the show. This is one reason why I loved the bar I used to work at in Burbank. I could walk into work having the worst day imaginable, and still there'd be a friendly drunk old man or woman eager to smile and entertain me.
Steve, for example, said one day,
"Mikie? Mikie! What's wrong with you? Snap out of it! You're not yourself today Mikie. Well then let's talk about it, I want to hear what you're thinking about!"
Steves want to help us feel better again. They are Casual-Dependable people: they don't care enough about us to really be upset with our feelings, but at the same time they ain't goin nowhere. You could sit there and shoot the shittiest shit with Steve, and he'd listen to every word you said. He'd laugh, argue, or just plain listen, and in exchange would recount his own stories that might seem totally pointless to others, but incredible to you. Because he doesn't care, but he just wants to entertain. For some reason, it feels amazing to take the attention away from you and just be entertained. Like Steve's carefree laughter... cake for an infant! You can depend on Steves to simply make you smile. Steve lets you try new things. Steve reminds you that you can believe in anything you want, and feel any way you want to. And Steve doesn't let you leave without remember something valuable.
Life will throw you screws. You just have to catch some of them
and set them down.
Thanks Steve.
peace outie
Monday, December 15, 2008
I just shattered the coffee pot
There's something suspicious about this. I sometimes feel like the world of material things is out to get me. I have a severe knack for breaking beautiful things, spilling drinks, dropping glasses, smooching bumpers, bonking people - and at the same time I'm remarkably good at Yoga and other balance-related activities. So what is the deal?! Am I just so good that the world feels a need to belittle my supernatural powers of perfect balance through humbling chastisement?
Why do I break only beautiful things, and leave the crappy stuff unscathed?
Why do I break only beautiful things, and leave the crappy stuff unscathed?
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
One Hundred and Fifty Percent
Remember back in the day when everything we did was the biggest, hardest and most important thing we've ever done? Yeah well not much changed. Every day when you wake up in the morning you consciously or not make a series of events occur that will affect everybody around you forever, simply by getting and up and living. You create your reality, and others witness it. Pretty incredible. What if you inherently knew that you were destined for great things? What if you knew what you've always known since you were little, that You will someday be the mover and shaker for some of the greatest events known to mankind? The actions you will take will affect hundreds, millions of people around the world! Just like when you wake up in the morning and begin creating your life each day, so can you wake up in your life and begin creating changes in society for the good, every day, with all the good things you do! Have you began it?
we are all on a journey through the thickest mud and most treacherous waters. We have our friendships to help us with their flashlights and our enemies to chase us from behind. Society is a flooding river from a flash storm, and with only our bodies, words, hopes and dreams can we save the place we came from, from where we shall someday return.
I believe in the 150% - I believe in not allowing our lives to be complacent because even if we choose complacency we can choose it at 150%!
whoever said that, thank you for the sound advice.
I hear you quiet and clear
Look out world, this boy's got a mission again,
let's shake sh*t up!
Marty
here we go
I've been having a pretty difficult time getting a job lately.
And I saw Milk tonight. The film was excellent! seriously, it was great. Strolling downtown in the brisk night with Candice was refreshing, the Del Mar is a charming place to see movies in Santa Cruz, and afterwards nothing beats Orion's belt shining bright in the moonlight. You know?
Yeah. But getting a job in Santa Cruz is literally the most difficult thing I've ever attempted to do, in the history of my life. Graduating college was actually easier than this. By the time I'd done this much work I would be making thousands in the TV business, even millions. Seriously, the self-selling I've done here for the most repetitive, diminuitive work has been fruitless and I am humiliated one day after another. Only mother nature and a few close amigos are here to remind me that I am worth even barely more than nothing at all.
4+ months of Santa Cruz and I am no better off financially than a 17-year-old coming out of high school.
I'm ready to move to a place where there are opportunities for real jobs, and more friends than I have now. I don't know what the future's all about, but I could use a bit more motivation than I'm giving myself. Any help?
_Mikie
And I saw Milk tonight. The film was excellent! seriously, it was great. Strolling downtown in the brisk night with Candice was refreshing, the Del Mar is a charming place to see movies in Santa Cruz, and afterwards nothing beats Orion's belt shining bright in the moonlight. You know?
Yeah. But getting a job in Santa Cruz is literally the most difficult thing I've ever attempted to do, in the history of my life. Graduating college was actually easier than this. By the time I'd done this much work I would be making thousands in the TV business, even millions. Seriously, the self-selling I've done here for the most repetitive, diminuitive work has been fruitless and I am humiliated one day after another. Only mother nature and a few close amigos are here to remind me that I am worth even barely more than nothing at all.
4+ months of Santa Cruz and I am no better off financially than a 17-year-old coming out of high school.
I'm ready to move to a place where there are opportunities for real jobs, and more friends than I have now. I don't know what the future's all about, but I could use a bit more motivation than I'm giving myself. Any help?
_Mikie
Monday, December 8, 2008
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