For some reason, this picture of the back of my head (from Feb-09) exists.
This is a picture I took in a dressing room to show Shannon an outfit I was buying.
My hair. Mussed, long and messy or high and tight?
Scared
A couple of years ago, Americans, seemingly as a whole, were intimated by a few hundred Chinese people playing drums at the same time. Their ability to hit drums in unison intimidated us so much, we ignored the fact that our marching bands have been performing similar feats every Saturday and Sunday during halftime. With a mixed collection of instruments to boot.
Kids ransacked Wall Street today and they scared the police so much that a handful of them were maced and beaten.
The prevailing political discourse of the day centers around our money and scared we are of losing it. A whole bunch of people are afraid of having less money. A lot more people are afraid they’ll never get a chance to earn a decent wage again. Everybody’s scared about the money (especially money that isn’t theirs).
I’m scared I’m not going to get the change at work I’ve been working towards (with a lot of help from my boss). I’m also scared I’m never going to develop the willpower to become a healthy adult. I don’t ever want to be bald, so I’m scared of that.
I don’t like the idea of people having concealed firearms in churches, bars, schools, or movie theaters. Actually, concealed firearms in any location scares me.
Somewhere along the way, I became much more interesting in the real world than I was online.
Or maybe I’ve always been that way.
I wanted to be a writer for a long, long time. I wanted to make a living creating stories and adventures. This was my life’s dream for high school and a bunch of college.
In high school, I wrote a lot. I took every English class I could and even tried to get into honor’s English, even though my grades didn’t support it. I wrote a column for the school newspaper, and spent a lot of free time jotting down stories or writing in my journal.
One teacher in high school, however, noticed something about me and it took me many more years to fully realize it for myself. She told me that I was better at speaking my mind than writing my mind. She told me that I had a knack for grabbing the attention of people with my voice and language, more than my writing.
Anyway. This user’s very kind compliment made all that pop into my mind.
In my raglan tee (with red sleeves) eating a bowl of Life cereal at work. I must look like a mutated 10 year old.
This is my “I packed too much,” face.
I’m officially too social online
Between Twitter, Facebook, Plus, Tumblr, work Tumblr, Words with Friends, Foursquare, work message boards, Yammer, I’ve exhausted every honest, interesting thing I have to say.
Sorry folks. I used to be an all right guy. Now I’m a social media zombie.
There’s nothing quite like the euphoria of having a solid, productive week at work.
There’s a goal, so you manage your time and effort effectively. Not only of yourself, but of your coworkers as well. You meet your goal. You excel, in your opinion, at this goal. You learned some new skills in the process too. Overall, you feel very accomplished and effective.
Then you find something, seemingly by magic, to reverse these feelings and return yourself to that place of inadequacy. You ignore the circumstances involved. You compare. You contrast. You ignore mitigating details because it’s all about reminding yourself that you, unequivocally, suck.
You jump out of a window.
Nerds— the whole lot of them.
Imagine-Southeast-Public-Charter-School-Playground-Build-Washington-DC-055 by kaboomplay on Flickr.
One of my favorite things about myself is how photogenic I am.
*sigh*
Trip
Observations and events from the past 36 hours of my trip to visit family back in Michigan.
- For once, it seems as though everyone is working. This makes me happy.
- Judging by my mother and father, I’ll will not have any semblance of a memory by 55.
- Thank god my Dad had a computer I could help fix, otherwise that would have been a loooooong day.
- I’m an amazing son-in-law.
- I really like the Detroit airport.
- Many of our nation’s youth seem to be emulating Jersey Shore.
- Detroit-area still loves being W.T.
- I’m so glad I left.
- I doubt I’ll ever come back.
- I have to visit my grandmother in the nursing home. Everyone thinks it’ll be the last time.
kaboom-BD-105 by kaboomplay on Flickr.
I sometimes have a tendency to “ham it up” at work functions.
