Starting another chapter

19 02 2014

My life in the, say, past four years is not what I expected it to be. Rather than launching myself into a well-paying career by my mid-twenties, I am a temp living in DC, chasing a dream inspired by “Yes We Can” rhetoric from the 2008 campaign and deflated by a remarkably flat employment market. So, here I am, temping in DC, while trying to get my foot in the door nearly a year and a half after moving to the District of Columbia.

I’m working on my project, trying to make rent and pocket change (savings? Hah.), when I get a Facebook notification from Gust, posting a blog post I wrote here almost four years ago. It was a review of Glee, right when the second season was about to start (or the first season was ending– who knows). A major thesis of that post was the idea that Glee would not last past three seasons. That was clearly false. But I was able to see that the quality of the show was going to deteriorate fast, and from what I surmise, I guess I was right about that.

Taking a quick moment to read a little blast from the past reminding me that I actually write pretty well, and indeed enjoy it. I remember loving writing as a teenager, and here I am, a 26 year old who essentially does it for a living. But it’s not necessarily fun. It’s work. Which is fine. But I think I deserve to make it fun again.

Last week, at a “House of Cards” viewing party (s0 DC. So This Town), I was having a discussion with an acquaintance about what I used to write about. I didn’t know how to respond. I’m pretty certain I said “stuff.” I guess it’s this though. I like consuming media, and describing how I view it. How I feel about. What I think about it. I like taking about current events, what’s going on in the world, in the country, in the community, and reflecting on how it fits into our past, present and future. I like being sarcastic, genuine, warm.

So with that said, in February 2014, I guess I’ll make another go at it. I had a LiveJournal in from 2001 that was updated with some frequency until 2008 (I’m not linking that). I had a high school sanctioned soapbox my junior and senior years. And now I have Facebook and Twitter. But I want to do some long-form creative writing again, and I guess I’ll do it here.

Sorry Gust for COMBOBREAKING your Pictures of the Day from 2012. I’m reviving Range Free.


august seven, twenty eleven

7 08 2011

a short detour from the game of life

5 08 2011

august three, twenty eleven

3 08 2011

1. Amazing Experiences

12 05 2011

I came across a list of things to write about, so I’m going to try to do each one (there are 80 total). Here goes:

What is the most amazing thing you have ever seen, heard, or experienced?

I’m going to answer with two things, firstly: something that amazes me frequently and, secondly: the most recent “amazing” event I’ve experienced.


This may sound mushy, but I’m dating a wonderful man. My amazement comes to me in waves. I generally think about him, us, or how he makes me feel, and I can’t help smile. The feeling comes in waves, I often think of something stupid I bother him with or a little quirk I love and it ignites this feeling that seems to take over my body… it’s cheesy, but it’s a remarkable thing.

I found another human being who accepts me for me – the good and bad – and loves me for who I actually am.  The feeling that brings me sweeps me off my feet and takes my breath away daily.


For those that don’t know, I’m currently trying to “train” for a 5k. Some may scoff, but I’m a big guy and I’ve never been a runner. 8 years of soccer, a year each of football, track/field, and swimming didn’t really make a runner out of me.

Anyway, I’m using a program called “Couch to 5k” which is designed to get you from not running at all to a 5k in 9 weeks.  I often stick to a couple paths but after a rough day at work, I decided to run a long (lonely) road by my house. [To put things in perspective, my runs are typically 2.15 miles – when I ran that road, I got home just over 2.85 miles.]

Since I’ve found running to be therapeutic I decided on a float indie rock soundtrack to my run: Weathervanes by Freelance Whales. I pushed through than run, honestly I don’t know how.

I live near a large grouping of forest preserves so I have some lovely scenery to run by. As I headed home, running mainly on fumes, one of my favorite songs began to play “Generator ^ First Floor,” almost helping my drift back home. The road I was running featured a drive sandwiched between forest, with a clearing behind the road line of trees. In the clearing next to me, probably only 10 feet away through a thin bunching of trees were a family of deer munching away, four or five of them.

That alone was beautiful, but the setting of the sunset behind me framed everything perfectly. The busy road bustling two feet from my left and a prime example of life and nature ten on my right was amazing. I immediately felt refreshed and smiled, laughing to myself – the cares of my day rolling off my shoulders.

Afterward I found jogging the rest of the way home to be quiet easy.

A Few Notes from a New World

10 08 2010

As all of my co-authors know, I’m an engineer. For those of you that don’t know me, personally, it’s beneficial to the content below to know that at times I can be a generic-cliche-antisocial engineer. After graduating last May (no, not this *past* May, the one before that…), I’ve found the job market to be unpleasant. I’ve scanned every version of ’employment pages’ and ran an exhaustive networking scheme. After all that, I didn’t get one truly positive lead. Sure, a couple interviews that went nowhere, but nothing worthwhile.  In this “transition period”, I’ve looked into other jobs – specifically those that wouldn’t require much effort – in terms of learning new skill sets, or general emotional investment in my progress. Due to physical limitations (a decrepit back/spine), my temporary careers have been limited to certain jobs. This spanned from desk jobs to… well, other desk jobs. After a year I found it was more important for me to get any sort of income, so I opened myself to jobs that would probably force me to be on my feet all day and to learn plenty of completely useless information.

My plan of action was obvious: I’d begin my post-engineering-college life with a job in the service sector.

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