It's my birthday. I don't really like birthdays. Never have. I don't care for the attention. I hate the awkward feeling of "all eyes on you" when opening a present, and whether or not I'll be able to fake liking a present that I don't like, or already have. That's maybe one of my biggest fears.
Then of course there's the "one year closer to death" thing, which I don't pay too much attention to.
I got lots of facebook well wishes, but I might have preferred phone calls, if beggars could be choosers.
That's why I usually lay low on my birthday.
On a lighter note, the date is set: Myself and a select few others (TOP SECRET) are recording some music at the end of march, currently under the pseudonym "STEVE WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME ALONE" (<--if you're curious, just ask). Which means I'll probably be taking any birthday cashflow that I get, and putting it toward making my bass playable again (assuming that it can achieve that level of playability).
What else....I think that's it...peace.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
short week
tuesday was the middle of the work week, which is kind of like wednesday. tomorrow is wednesday but is the end of the work week, which reminds me of friday.
..but monday, was just monday. poor thing.
I'm not a fan of the corporation. Frankly, I'm not a fan of capitalism (and I'm not referring to the lack of upper case letters in the previous paragraph). Maybe that's unamerican of me to say. I take a more idealistic approach to the "american dream". For example, how ideal would it be, if everyone helped everyone. Everyone goes and makes an honest living, and if someone needs a helping hand, everyone helps out as necessary. Is that idealistic, or is it simple? Sounds like the latter, to me. And if everyone shared what they had with everyone else. If someone needed a helping hand, or needed some food, or a coat, then someone else, without reservation, came to them...There would be no poverty. There would be no "increasing gaps between classes," there would be no foreign tension among countries or continents. There would be no rich or poor. There would be no exploitation. There would just be us, helping one another, and receiving help from one another.
Because everyone needs help. And in one way or another, everyone is capable of helping.
...would we even need a government then?
..but monday, was just monday. poor thing.
I'm not a fan of the corporation. Frankly, I'm not a fan of capitalism (and I'm not referring to the lack of upper case letters in the previous paragraph). Maybe that's unamerican of me to say. I take a more idealistic approach to the "american dream". For example, how ideal would it be, if everyone helped everyone. Everyone goes and makes an honest living, and if someone needs a helping hand, everyone helps out as necessary. Is that idealistic, or is it simple? Sounds like the latter, to me. And if everyone shared what they had with everyone else. If someone needed a helping hand, or needed some food, or a coat, then someone else, without reservation, came to them...There would be no poverty. There would be no "increasing gaps between classes," there would be no foreign tension among countries or continents. There would be no rich or poor. There would be no exploitation. There would just be us, helping one another, and receiving help from one another.
Because everyone needs help. And in one way or another, everyone is capable of helping.
...would we even need a government then?
Thursday, November 20, 2008
casual friday
I love how the privledge of wearing jeans and an untucked shirt on a friday makes you feel like nothing in your day can go wrong, even when everything is going wrong. Maybe I attribute that to my equation of a tucked in shirt and tie to a prison.
Practice tonight went well.
I've decided to track my progess in Donkey Kong on an excel sheet (line graph), if for no other reason than the fact that I really enjoy visualizing large quantities of data. I could look at graphs all day long. That, and I think it may be motivation for beating my high score (ask me if you really give a rip).
Iron and Wine tomorrow with my [Irof and] Wife (see what I did, there??).
Christopher Contranius Rudolpho Hillshire VI (burnyourgraveclothes.com) got on Second Life, which means I know exactly ONE other person nerdy enough to use Second Life (the other being, quite humbly, myself).
I bought a new car battery, and those dudes are HEAVY. To make matters worse, mine didn't come with one of those handy little nylon mesh handles. I think I gave myself a hurnea getting it into my car (the floorboard of my car, not where it belongs under the hood). It's so heavy, that I've procrastinated installing it because I don't feel like lifting it off of the floor of my car.
...Which I guess sort of brings us full circle back to post #1 on this exciting blog adventure.
Bedtime. If you're reading this, come to the Ridge this Sunday.
Practice tonight went well.
I've decided to track my progess in Donkey Kong on an excel sheet (line graph), if for no other reason than the fact that I really enjoy visualizing large quantities of data. I could look at graphs all day long. That, and I think it may be motivation for beating my high score (ask me if you really give a rip).
Iron and Wine tomorrow with my [Irof and] Wife (see what I did, there??).
Christopher Contranius Rudolpho Hillshire VI (burnyourgraveclothes.com) got on Second Life, which means I know exactly ONE other person nerdy enough to use Second Life (the other being, quite humbly, myself).
I bought a new car battery, and those dudes are HEAVY. To make matters worse, mine didn't come with one of those handy little nylon mesh handles. I think I gave myself a hurnea getting it into my car (the floorboard of my car, not where it belongs under the hood). It's so heavy, that I've procrastinated installing it because I don't feel like lifting it off of the floor of my car.
...Which I guess sort of brings us full circle back to post #1 on this exciting blog adventure.
Bedtime. If you're reading this, come to the Ridge this Sunday.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
If i could be completely frank...
...I would say that my heart, at times, is easily hardened to the extent that I'm embarrassed to say I'm a Christian, based on the things I've heard other Christians say. Even more so when they're the Christians I look (or looked) up to.
But on the other hand, I wonder how many people could say the same thing based on the things they've heard come out of my mouth. I wonder how many people I've disappointed, discouraged, or caused to stumble, on this planet. But to be completely frank, I often concern myself more with the former than the latter.
But I'm not frank. I'm Nick.
I voted for Obama, and I'm impressed with the amount of criticism I've accumulated from those who share my faith because of this. When all is said and done, though, I'm not so confident that the placement of this man or that man will make that much of a difference in the grand scheme of things (and by that, I mean in the time spent on this earth much greater than the next 4, or 8, years).
I love to imagine what the birth of the universe was like, and I find myself doing this quite a bit. I ask questions like, "if God spoke the universe into existence, and if, by chance, it happened to make a 'BANG' in the process, then what are we all arguing about?"
Has this planet really only been around for 2000 years? I can't say for sure, anymore than I could walk into a room, and upon seeing tattered bits of balloon strewn about the room, say "Someone popped this balloon," when someone could have very well entered the room before I did (perhaps millions of years before, or perhaps a few weeks prior), taken a balloon, ripped it apart, and thrown the pieces about, as a means to make it appear as though someone popped a balloon. In other words, this planet could be millions of years old, or it could be made to look millions of years old. But most importantly, is the fact that this isn't all that important.
But on the other hand, I wonder how many people could say the same thing based on the things they've heard come out of my mouth. I wonder how many people I've disappointed, discouraged, or caused to stumble, on this planet. But to be completely frank, I often concern myself more with the former than the latter.
But I'm not frank. I'm Nick.
I voted for Obama, and I'm impressed with the amount of criticism I've accumulated from those who share my faith because of this. When all is said and done, though, I'm not so confident that the placement of this man or that man will make that much of a difference in the grand scheme of things (and by that, I mean in the time spent on this earth much greater than the next 4, or 8, years).
I love to imagine what the birth of the universe was like, and I find myself doing this quite a bit. I ask questions like, "if God spoke the universe into existence, and if, by chance, it happened to make a 'BANG' in the process, then what are we all arguing about?"
Has this planet really only been around for 2000 years? I can't say for sure, anymore than I could walk into a room, and upon seeing tattered bits of balloon strewn about the room, say "Someone popped this balloon," when someone could have very well entered the room before I did (perhaps millions of years before, or perhaps a few weeks prior), taken a balloon, ripped it apart, and thrown the pieces about, as a means to make it appear as though someone popped a balloon. In other words, this planet could be millions of years old, or it could be made to look millions of years old. But most importantly, is the fact that this isn't all that important.
Monday, November 17, 2008
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