Friday, November 30, 2007

"The Lives that Librarians Lead" Would be an interesting independent film. You could talk about how librarians are viewed, how librarianship has changed, and just get a behind the scenes peak at what goes on in a librarians life.

" Show me Lomi Lomi" Would also be an interesting independent film. You could discuss the ancient Hawaiian art of Lomi Lomi, discuss how humans are wired for touch, and see the science behind "new age" medicine.

Monday, November 26, 2007

We're are messed up about touch in this culture. I'll write more on this later.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

I was going to write a post about the meaning and intent of anger. Something thoughtful, you know. But, when I went to post it my connection to the internet disconnectd for a second and the page errored. I hit back only to find a blank textfield. I was slightly pissed, but based on the text that I wrote that got erased, it was more hilarious than anything.
Love is the point!

Thursday, November 22, 2007

For some reason it hit me tonight. I am my father's son. As I sit trying to figure out life at 4am in the morning, I realized that my dad and I are so very similar. We are both people driven, not money driven. It struck me when I was trying to figure out how to make money with AdSense. My dad tried to figure out the same thing when I was younger, except with him it was property management. Basically, a way to make money that allowed for more flexibility and freedom to be with the ones we love. It's not really profound, but it did make me think. It is somewhat of a relief to know we aren't so different. I mean my dad seems so legendary, and I seem so inadequate. I'm exaggerating a little, but not much.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Today was an interesting day. Interesting, and lonely. I had to live with myself today, without any of the distractions I usually have. It wasn't good or bad, but it did have a tinge of despair. Today was my first day in my new apartment. All that's in it right now is light, darkness, and my bed.

This is the first time I have lived away from home since I got back from college over 4 years ago. I'm trying to decide if it's a watershed moment in my life, or if I just think to much. It's probably a bit of both. Living by yourself just seems so economically, socially, and environmentally wasteful.

At some point after I woke up I decided I needed to get out. I couldn't sleep anymore and didn't relish the idea of siting there and staring at a wall for 5 hours. I ended up heading to a Schueler Books in the area. A weird thought occurred to me as I walked silently among the aisles. Even though there was a substantial number of people there, there wasn't very much interaction between any of the disparate groups. It seemed like we were more comfortable conversing with the past than to converse with each other in the present. Obviously this isn't the totality of the scene, but It was an interesting thought.

I didn't end up purchasing anything from the bookstore. The mission of the trip was just to waste some time anyways. Afterwards, I decided to waste some more time at a Walmart nearby. As I wandered through the store I came upon a section of shower fixtures. I absolutely love bathing. It relaxes me like nothing else. I was excited to make my first addition to my new appartment. Which in retrospect seems very underwhelming, but if it can enhance my bathing experience it will be more than worth the $12.00 I spent. I am now the proud owner of a romovable shower head with hose attachment.

I suppose I was also happy with the purchase, because it gave me a sense of control durring a time of change and uncertainty. I can definately see consumerism creeping into my thinking. Buying stuff allows me to be rhetorical. When I purchase things I want them to be of both style and substance. The problem with this is that consumerism provides a false sense of identity. I don't think I am what I buy, but it's tempting to think so.

The reason I moved into this new apartment, hung out at Schueler Books, and bought a new shower head was because I'm working at a new job. I work third shift for Waypoint Telecommunications monitoring fiber optic networks. It is alternately boring and stressful. It does allow me certain freedoms that other jobs wouldn't. For that I am very thankful.

Well that is all I'm going to write about for now. So much has happened in a short period of time, some more "unpacking" is definitely called for, just not right now.