Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Best Sellers List - Here I Come!....and a wholly seperate discussion on Change
While in the midst of my little literary fling that I am having I recieved quite an unexpected suprise. A couple of weeks ago I decided to enter a small portion of my rather large poem into a contest at poetry.com I didn't really expect to get anything back but a couple of days ago I recieved a letter from them stating that my poem has reached the semi-finals of the contest (I dont even know what I get if I win) but the more exciting news I think is that they are going to publish my poem in an upcoming book called Immortal Verses! I was really excited when I found out that they were going to publish my poem in a book that could be read by anyone. Plus on the next page will be a profile of me that I get to write myself. It should be way cool and I'm thrilled to be getting my copy whenever they send it to me! Sadly they are not going to pay me any royalty money from the selling of the book :( Until then I think I'm going to write a few more fancy ryhming lines and enter a few more contests maybe win a car or a all paid expense cruise to the bahamas and win enough cash to pay for college tuition for the next 10 years and maybe I can retire on the work of my poems....OK probably not but it is always fun to pretend. Anyways that has been the most exciting point of my week so far, as I have spent the rest of my time basically eating, sleeping, working, playing with my dog and once in a while I play video games. Fun..Heber gets really really boring sometimes and sometimes I wish I could just leave for at least a week and just be able to go wherever I want and do whatever I want. I would return sooner or later and I think I would feel a bit more refreshed. I dont know how some people sit around only doing the same things they've always done until they are just doing it subconciously as if it has become a habit so hard to break that they dont even fight it any longer, you know? I guess I am just a man of change. I believe change is always good no matter what and it can be good to change it up once in a while. Get out and do many different types of things, really find out what you like to do and what you dont like to do and make numerous different experiences along the way. How can a person just sacrafice all inheritly human potential by only doing a few things that they have been doing their whole life? Isn't life supposed to be a learning experience, something that needs to be explored, traversed, enjoyed, fulfilled to the greatest extent possible? How is that possible when one sits idle in a world based on things happening. Make something happen which in turn makes another thing happen. Pretty soon you have a whole chain reaction of happenings, and it all only happens because on person decided to do something that other people otherwise decided not to do. That is all I have for today. Until next time so long.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Story No. 2 - The Glass Half Empty
Today is Sunday the day that marks the end of a week. It has been a pretty good week for me I guess. Nothing really special happened I guess it was just good because nothing bad happened. Theres your glass-half empty view on life. To continue with the glass half empty theme that I have suddenly created I have recently begun yet another story which I will call my story number 2- Actually it's more of a character profile its quite short, needs some work and stuff but here it is...
Jim sat in the farthest, darkest, quietest corner booth of the lonely sad café called Jay’s Food Stop and Shop chewing slowly on a thin toothpick that looked as if it had been chewed just a little too much. There he sat in his well worn collar shirt and shapeless faded jeans that might have been worn for a couple weeks straight. Jim took a drink of his bland tasting coffee that had long since gone cold. He looked out of the same window that he had always looked out of around noon everyday. The window looked out into a dusty deserted street that looked like it had just come out of a early western movie, slight gentle hills rolled in the distance and eventually fading into a blinding mirage of blurry deception. Just above the blur there were two giant ravens wheeling around one another in the midday heat. Jim sat in a dull depressing silence wondering cynically if something foul had died below the ravens. Somewhere in the distance the radio started playing a slow old time country song, something about a broken truck, a broken dream, a broken life. Jim knew the tune too well he thought. He sat twirling his spoon in his stone cold coffee, seemingly fascinated by the small vortex of ripples that was created. The well worn lines in his face creased and tightened etching a small wry smile upon his face. There wasn’t much to smile about these days. And there was even less to look forward to.
Thats all -the end-
Jim sat in the farthest, darkest, quietest corner booth of the lonely sad café called Jay’s Food Stop and Shop chewing slowly on a thin toothpick that looked as if it had been chewed just a little too much. There he sat in his well worn collar shirt and shapeless faded jeans that might have been worn for a couple weeks straight. Jim took a drink of his bland tasting coffee that had long since gone cold. He looked out of the same window that he had always looked out of around noon everyday. The window looked out into a dusty deserted street that looked like it had just come out of a early western movie, slight gentle hills rolled in the distance and eventually fading into a blinding mirage of blurry deception. Just above the blur there were two giant ravens wheeling around one another in the midday heat. Jim sat in a dull depressing silence wondering cynically if something foul had died below the ravens. Somewhere in the distance the radio started playing a slow old time country song, something about a broken truck, a broken dream, a broken life. Jim knew the tune too well he thought. He sat twirling his spoon in his stone cold coffee, seemingly fascinated by the small vortex of ripples that was created. The well worn lines in his face creased and tightened etching a small wry smile upon his face. There wasn’t much to smile about these days. And there was even less to look forward to.
Thats all -the end-
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Story No. 1
Ironically, usually the times when I am at my most utter and insanely mind numbing momemts of boredom is when I recieve my greatest insights of inspiration. Ok, I dont know if I would call them inspirations but whatever. It's like my mind is dried up like dry kindling and easily burst into flames of thought.
Sometimes during these utter and insanely mind numbing moments of boredom I begin to write the starts to different stories I create in my mind. The starts are always the easiest. I think I must be some sort of aspiring writer of sorts. It would be neat to suddenly come up with an amazing idea and another one and another one and be able to connect them with a storyline and throw in a bunch of descriptive, beautiful words that flow together like a seamless poem. It sounds so easy to do. Although I just want it to be one fantastic story, like one sudden flame of greatness that comes from some Travis Moulton -or maybe I will use another name like Gerry M.C. Donahue- and people will read this story and wonder how on Earth someone could have come up with such a great story. And it will be instant fame and riches. A bit like Lord of the Rings, a very great book by an author that was obviously gifted with great insight, except that it took him about 20 years to write it. Anyways this is my latest attempt at a story;
It was a promising start to an early summer morning known only to the singing birds and one solitary figure shuffling up the empty, deserted street silhouetted against the backdrop of a small ghost town. His long jet black hair sweeping around behind his head manically in the gusty wind. His name was Jonas. However, at the moment he was not as concerned about such things as singing birds and promising summer mornings. He had a errand to run. A most important errand that must be delivered in the most important of ways. He knew the peril he was putting himself in but Jonas was a big man and he had confidence in his abilities to outthink and overpower. He was well trained through trial and error and he slept peacefully at night knowing there was no match for him.
A sudden wind blew out of the North and a loud rumbling pickup truck blundered down the lane from behind. Jonas instinctively hunched his shoulders, pulled down his wide brimmed hat and wrapped his body length raincoat tighter around his chest, concealing his one possession that meant all the world to him. He had been walking for quite sometime now, even he could not remember how many days it had been. Which meant it had been a lot. Jonas didn’t mind though, he liked walking and preferably by himself. He liked to do anything by himself. Or maybe he was just used to it. It gave him time to think. Alone time is for thinking. He had grown up being alone his whole life. It helped him learn not to be dependant on anyone. It’s amazing how much a human body can endure on its own, without any dependence. Nearby, a slow train was passing by, its loud horn piercing the new dawn and frieghtning the few birds sitting along the track. Jonas’s dad was a drunk who did not give a care for anything, especially a son who must have been an accident to some whorish girl whom Jonas could never recall ever seeing. He grew up on the streets, living one day at a time and fighting to survive night after night. Moving from one city to another he was a regular nomadic, tough and calloused by years of harsh situations.
And thats all I have for now -The End-
Sometimes during these utter and insanely mind numbing moments of boredom I begin to write the starts to different stories I create in my mind. The starts are always the easiest. I think I must be some sort of aspiring writer of sorts. It would be neat to suddenly come up with an amazing idea and another one and another one and be able to connect them with a storyline and throw in a bunch of descriptive, beautiful words that flow together like a seamless poem. It sounds so easy to do. Although I just want it to be one fantastic story, like one sudden flame of greatness that comes from some Travis Moulton -or maybe I will use another name like Gerry M.C. Donahue- and people will read this story and wonder how on Earth someone could have come up with such a great story. And it will be instant fame and riches. A bit like Lord of the Rings, a very great book by an author that was obviously gifted with great insight, except that it took him about 20 years to write it. Anyways this is my latest attempt at a story;
It was a promising start to an early summer morning known only to the singing birds and one solitary figure shuffling up the empty, deserted street silhouetted against the backdrop of a small ghost town. His long jet black hair sweeping around behind his head manically in the gusty wind. His name was Jonas. However, at the moment he was not as concerned about such things as singing birds and promising summer mornings. He had a errand to run. A most important errand that must be delivered in the most important of ways. He knew the peril he was putting himself in but Jonas was a big man and he had confidence in his abilities to outthink and overpower. He was well trained through trial and error and he slept peacefully at night knowing there was no match for him.
A sudden wind blew out of the North and a loud rumbling pickup truck blundered down the lane from behind. Jonas instinctively hunched his shoulders, pulled down his wide brimmed hat and wrapped his body length raincoat tighter around his chest, concealing his one possession that meant all the world to him. He had been walking for quite sometime now, even he could not remember how many days it had been. Which meant it had been a lot. Jonas didn’t mind though, he liked walking and preferably by himself. He liked to do anything by himself. Or maybe he was just used to it. It gave him time to think. Alone time is for thinking. He had grown up being alone his whole life. It helped him learn not to be dependant on anyone. It’s amazing how much a human body can endure on its own, without any dependence. Nearby, a slow train was passing by, its loud horn piercing the new dawn and frieghtning the few birds sitting along the track. Jonas’s dad was a drunk who did not give a care for anything, especially a son who must have been an accident to some whorish girl whom Jonas could never recall ever seeing. He grew up on the streets, living one day at a time and fighting to survive night after night. Moving from one city to another he was a regular nomadic, tough and calloused by years of harsh situations.
And thats all I have for now -The End-
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Rebel Without a Cause
Hello my words come to you from a new setting. They have breached the gap of the known and break traditional rules. No, I am not at my Grandma's house where I have written my previous umpteen odd number of blogs. No, I am not in the public swimming pool playing marco polo and no sadly I am not at an all-you-can-eat buffet. I am at the Heber City public library. And I found out I had an outrageous 20 dollar fine. Yes, I had my suspicions that I could get free internet service here and yes I can. It is quite an amazing place and its very very quiet. They even have little fancy plug in things at each table so I could charge my laptop. Neato. Except I didn't bring my laptop charger. Yes this is my first rebel experience with wireless internet on my laptop. I have for so long yearned for the oppurtunity to steal a wireless signal from a place where I do not have to pay for it. Could it be done? Should it be done? Would I be considered a bad person for years to come? Would I be nick named the Signal Stealer? Would Heber City's finest and very numerous law enforcement personnel come and take me away to the slammer? Can I think of any other dumb questions to ask? No...
Yes I have succesfully masterminded the heist of a wireless signal yet somehow...no one seems to be worried or concerned about what I have done, yes there is the guy that sits behind the desk looking at me just as if I am doing nothing wrong. Could it be? It must. Thank you for enjoying this odd experience of personal gratification with me. Now will you excuse me while I go find a book to read.
Yes I have succesfully masterminded the heist of a wireless signal yet somehow...no one seems to be worried or concerned about what I have done, yes there is the guy that sits behind the desk looking at me just as if I am doing nothing wrong. Could it be? It must. Thank you for enjoying this odd experience of personal gratification with me. Now will you excuse me while I go find a book to read.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
M is for Money
Well hello. Its been a little while since I last posted my remarkable accomplishment of 16 posts. But yes there is a seventeenth so do not fear my lads. Life has been going on quite smoothly I have since traded in my jeep and purchased a much newer car which should suit me better than my jeep would be capable of now. My jeep was fun but after 180 + thousand miles and a broken transmission I think it was time to get rid of it while I still could. My new car is a 2001 mercury cougar with a little less than 50 thousand miles. So hopefully it works out well for me. I had to get a loan to help pay for it and my grandma co-signed with me to get a low interest rate and keep my payments low. That is a good thing since I have become increasingly more aware of personal expenses I have. Now I have a car payment, insurance, internet, and soon a cell phone bill to pay for, not to mention all the little things like food and my dog and underwear. It is quite a responsability and I wish myself the best of luck. I am glad that I have the oppurtunity to do it and establish good credit hopefully. Other than that it has been pretty normal around here in my little life in this little town of Heber. My boss at Spin has offered me a dollar raise plus a two dollar bonus on my time and a half on any overtime hours I work if I would stay and work for him instead of going to the golf course. I was quite suprised with that offer but I guess it pays for him to keep me here since I was putting them in quite a bind by announcing that I might be ditching them. After a bit of contemplation I have decided to accept his offer and spend the majority of my working time with Spin. Although I would like to try to fill in a couple hours at the golf course whenever I can because I really enjoyed the golf course last summer and of course I could use that little bit of extra money. Other than that I do not have much to tell you crazy readers out there. Just be happy and stay happy and keep reading my stupid posts.
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