When writing is fun

Found this blog by accident and had to laugh reading older posts. Let's see. In the past year I have completely revolutionized my life. Detached from a stuck and seriously depressing life, moved out, moved on, laughed a lot, created phenomenal friendships. Oh yeah, and launched a successful writing career. Writing about technology can be mundane. The intricacies that boggle my brain have got to be intriguing to someone, though. Otherwise I wouldn't be getting paid to write them. However, occasionally, I forget the fun that comes from creating stories. I'm currently directing a play with a local theatre company. It's fun and frivolous and a great story that I can't wait to share. Keeping the arts alive is crucial to my soul's survival. Because let me tell you, servers and digital storage can bring a (wo)man down! So I promise to blog on my own, out of my head at least once a week. I will commit to 500 words weekly and by the end of this year, I should have written 25000 word simply about things that I actually want to write about. May be petty, funny or even offensive. No one is reading. I'll employ the best writing advice - Write Drunk, Edit Sober. good night, and good luck.

In An Office

I recently took a job working on campus. The office I work in is, quite possibly, the most inefficient place I have ever encountered. Scanning, logging, and data entry could not possibly move at a slower pace. The full time employees seem to split their time between watching Glee on Hulu and playing Angry Birds on their phone. The few truly dedicated are not without awkward social capabilities and relish their time at a scanner as if they have found a long lost love. Creations of sticky notes and creepy office decor spur on the strangeness. The students, like me, take this job as less-than seriously. Consuming music videos and writing blogs as we gaze from paper to computer screen to make sure someone else has not failed at their task of correctly scanning and lableing each admissions document to the University of Texas Grad programs. The job pays lousily and thus, my value feels depreciated and I am not inclined to be my usual busy and hard working self.

With the search for a "real job" on the horizon, I cannot help but learn from this experience. Do not ever content yourself to work in a place that drains your soul. Money is really not worth the spirit crushing mundane-ness of an 8-5 in front of a computer kind of job. Give me something to be passionate about, and I will give you real effort. Give me something to communicate, and I will be sure you are heard. Free flow ideas and the antithesis of boredom are what I need to jive. Time to get planning, communicating, and expanding.

The Northern Sun

Sunburned in Rhode Island. I have to say I didn't really even realize what awesome beaches awaited me in the tiniest state. Everything in Rhode Island is pretty small, the streets, the capitol, the people. And the schools. I have to take a moment to acknowledge how much going to a huge school has shaped me as an individualistic kind of person. I don't depend on someone to plan and guide me through my college career, nor are big schools adequately equipped to help all their graduates find jobs...Of course, similarities can be seen in the campus hookah bar, drunk couple getting it on in the bushes, and dorm room beer pong parties. Oh excuse me, here it is called "Beruit" you know like for the bombing.

The sun rising above the clouds on an early am flight just might be the most spectacular thing in the world. From a purple black morning through the grey bronze clouds, ascending to the blood orange brilliant sun. God, it's captivating.

Country Girls Pee Faster

As intern/office bitch for an established music management company, I had the opportunity to experience some legitimate country music this weekend. Now, coming from Texas, you may suspect that country runs through my viens. Here - mistaken. I've never been able to get into the "my girl left me and I jist got my dog now" lyric genre.

So I worked at this Kevin Fowler show at a place called Weirdos in Austin, TX. As if the wife-beater no-bra jean cut-off shorts girls washing the abundant Harley's in the front were not enough of a warning, I was soon greeted by more F450s than I have ever seen in one place at one time.

Dumb, drunk and friendly. If that's not already the title to a two-four country jam, I hope it soon will be. That's exactly what you find at a country show. Men and women alike falling over with their Coors Light by 10 pm and the headliner hasn't even gone on yet...when he's there he is sure to pump the liquid and make sure his audience is propelling their inebriation to the fullest extent. His first three songs: "The Lord Loves the Drinkin Man" Coors and Buds raised in praise-ful agreement. "Butterbean" - apparently women are some kind of bean. "Beer Bait and Ammo" speaks for itself. And after "Pound Sign" (#) which you sing because it feels so dang good to let that "f-bomb" go I didn't think I could handle much more. After only 2 Jack and cokes, I wasn't fitting into the atmosphere of inebriation. The line at the bathroom, about 15 people long. My phone is dead so other than obsessively applying lip-gloss I have no choice but the chat with the drunken blonde bathroom goers. I have to say, everyone was exceptionally nice, even so nice as to stroke and wink at me...drawing the attention of some near-standing USA flag-clad good ol' boys. Luckily the line moves fast at country shows. I gotta say, country girls just know how to pee fast. None of this primpin' shit goes down in the bathroom (not to mention probably nobody is snorting up blow in the stalls) Country girls pee faster than city girls, it's just a fact (and maybe another future country song title).

I thought I'd had enough, but then a 4x4 or two blocking my car in. Security's answer: "haha yeah you're fucked til the show's done." Great. Luckily a friend could save my life an rescue me.

Will I go to another country show? Probably not. But glad for the experience. Dumb drunk and friendly - Country music.

delete them, please

It seems to be that the ratio of outright idiotic people using social networking sites has increased.

At the bottom of the ladder, we have the myspace rung. This is a gross and dirty place full of garage band never going to make it musicians and their fans who can't spell and haven't got a life. These people should be generally avoided and maybe even deleted from existence.

Flickr, you're next. While occasionally really bad ass photos will emerge, generally you're for people without much real social engagement who take photos of themselves sitting at their desks, melancholy, somebody-love-me expression.

Second life. Get a life.

Twitter, you can be cool. But ultimately are a fad and pretty ghetto-trendy. Plus what the hell with being over capacity half the time? Hire some interns.

Google - why don't you stick to being on top, rather than buzzing and losing countries.

Facebook, I like you, but you're movement toward advertising heavy pages is really getting out of hand. And the seriousness of some people...

LinkedIn, alright, fine, never going to help me get a job, but at least you employ intelligent users.

Chatroullet hahahahahaha that is it.

It's energy

It’s energy. Like a thousand gold bubbles rising all over my body, urging to burst from my pores and shine with the warmth I feel inside. I tried for a long long time to remain as closed as a clam on the ocean floor. Afraid that I didn’t have a pearl of passion hidden deep inside me somewhere.

They never tried to sell me something I didn't want

"Trees would they let the trees fall but leave man standing?...You can't rest in the shad of a human, not even a roly-poly one; and isn't it refreshing that trees can undergo periodic change without havig a nervous breakdown over it? Best of all, perhaps, what maple or cypress ever tried to sell you something you didn't want?"
--Tom Robbins "Villa Incognito"



Though I might've hugged a tree before, I don't deny the incredible usefullness of our natural resources and maintain that they should be used...responsibly.

Thistragedy cannot be reconciled. Destruction can't be the only thing humans are good for.