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the looking forward

My two posts a week goal quickly went by the wayside, but I won’t stop updating once in a while. Summer has returned again. Texas is hot.

Next Friday, M&I will be heading down to San Antonio in the evening to watch Adam Carolla perform stand-up. The last comedy show we attended was Louis CK at The Paramount. I’m really looking forward to the show next week and having some genuine laughs.

I’m truly going to keep this one short. Our green tea is ready. The toast to my daily sandwich is ready for the meat and cheese. Bedtime is near. Tomorrow’s Friday, and I’m also looking forward to this weekend. Looking forward. I’ve been doing that more than ever. Peace out.

the treble frequencies of whispering

I don’t post much about my workplace, but an annoyance has inspired me to jot this down.

I work in a quiet environment. One of my tasks require me to do a large amount of reading. I have the comfort of wearing stereo ear buds and listening to morning talk radio followed by podcasts until the end of my work day. I am left in solitude with my ears filled with enough jabber to keep me mostly away from my thoughts and other unnecessary distractions while I scan through texts and punch keys.

I work near others who have their own desks and do their fair share of reading to accomplish the tasks at hand. One of my co-workers nearby does the extremely annoying act of whispering to himself while he reads. Despite my ears being filled with other sounds at a respectable volume, the hiss created by his whispers penetrates my skull worse than television static. Even when I turn the volume up, the frequencies he emits still overpower the sound that cannot drown the high-pitched S’s that dart through the air like lasers into my consciousness.

I’ve never really liked whispering. I prefer speaking in a voice at the lowest possible volume when necessary. Whispering drills a hole through my brain that I do my best to avoid it. What is with people that need to whisper when they read? The place can be so quiet that the hum of desktop computer fans can be heard, so whispers easily break the near silence that disrupt my thought processes. All I can do is tolerate it to preserve my own peace or as much of it as I can maintain.

the forgetful sandwich

As I have gotten older, I have become more dependent on jotting down to-do lists more so than keeping track of them in my head. Although the weeks stay somewhat consistent revolving around a full-time job and getting a good night’s rest, the tasks outside the routine of running errands, doing chores, and keeping each day stabilized requires me to write down anything I may forget.

Little things like what few things I need from the grocery store, a movie I should check out, and/or something I want to look up online is listed off in ink on a tangible notepad. I keep a few lying around, and in the recurrence where I forget to keep one in my car or leave it at home, the notes may find themselves on a stray receipt or scribbled in the palm of my hand.

I often wash my hands after exposing them to the grime of the outside world and accidentally dilute the one- or two-word memos that I might have written in my palm to my disappointment and send them into the void after an bothersome session of deciphering my esoteric cipher. After a mental sigh, I realize it’s just an essential factor that makes me human.

the mondays + wednesdays plan

As a follow-up to my new goal mentioned in the previous post for this collection of words and pictures, I will do my best to add a new post about what’s going on in my life on Mondays and Wednesdays if time permits. I believe it would be reasonable to use the pattern of attending a college course a couple times a week to add to this.

I attended classes on and off for over a decade and racked up plenty of college credits. Every now and then, I think of the days when I worked a full-time job and attended classes or when I worked two jobs and attended classes. I feel that I have reached a point in my life when I no longer want to find myself doing either. I see a possibility when I may go back to school for some reason, but that does not seem very likely at this point. I currently just work a full-time job, and I am content with that.

I’ve been quite a homebody for a while now. One of my primary reasons is that I am doing my best to save up as much of my earnings to achieve my bigger goals, and the expenses of being a social butterfly have become nuisances in my fundraising effort. Gas prices are so much more than they used to be last decade, so driving can be costly. Time is precious. Hobbies can be expensive. Paying the bills while trying to save makes it difficult to go out and spend.

The icing on the cake is sales tax. Texas state sales tax is 8.25%. That means for every $100 I spend on anything that accrues sales tax, $8.25 of my hard-earned cash is taken on top. Nowadays with e-commerce being the way to purchase and save on tangible items, I prefer to shop online for just about everything except gas, groceries, and smaller items that I’d be better off getting at a store. The prices are more desirable online, and I usually avoid having to pay the sales tax which is an additional savings in itself.

That should wrap up today’s update. I look forward to updating again on Wednesday. Peace out.

the five sixteen

I will attempt to achieve a goal that I will probably be too busy or too lazy to accomplish: two new posts per week. They may not be substantial, but what individual posts here really are? This is just one of my many collections. I don’t do as much updating here as I used to, and it seems that every time I do, I mention the fact that I don’t update enough.

Almost half of the year has gone by, and summer has arrived. I hope that I can keep up with this, because I think about it constantly. Another task or another thought almost always shows up to take priority, so that’s really the reason why I don’t update this as often.

Two updates per week? Will that keep you coming back like you used to? Or have you left for good? Hold me to it. Peace out.

the true love

“True love is when you yell, you scream, you fight. And then when it’s over, you sit, you pout, you brood like a baby for a little while. And then eventually, you’re like, ‘All right. Umm, are we gonna eat?'” – Marc Maron, WTF with Marc Maron Podcast, Episode 259 (10:37-10:49)

the end of radio silence

Over three months have gone by since I last updated this collection that I have been consistently maintaining for over five years. The neglect was not intentional, and I haven’t completely lost my passion to write new content on here infrequently.

I can’t say that I have been busy, because I have just been going through similar motions day after the day these past few months. I don’t plan on ever abandoning this as long as my fingers can touch keys to put together sentences on a glowing screen and the ultranet continues to transfer ones and zeroes back and forth between its many machines that maintain its existence.

I have definitely been in a creative dry spell lately, and I have been content with just being on this planet earning my keep. I hope to get back to updating this again at least once a month and hopefully more, but I’ll just have to see how the days go and if I’m up to it. 2012 has arrived. The web is moving and growing faster than ever. One day, the blog will be a vintage communication that will always continue to be around.

Print, radio, and television have a tough enough time keeping up with the speed that information circulates, but they have successfully adapted to the change in the exchange. Blogs can be updated just as fast and often as wall posts and tweets but require more effort to fulfill the format obligations.

I will still use this as my primary outlet when I feel like punching out some rants into the blogosphere, so check back every now and then. Thank you for reading this as long as you have, and please continue to do so. You’re always welcome to it. Peace out.