In a word...
My day's experiences, challenges, and opportunities made accessible.
Sunday, January 19
Sluggish
Finality
Friday, January 17
Fatigue
Thursday, January 16
Caffeine
Wednesday, January 15
Motivation
So I took a few months disregarding the stresses of life and laid back for a bit. Bare minimums and lots of sleep were definitely thrilling in the short term, and the change of pace was especially enjoyable. But now it's back to the days of deadlines, stressors, and stimulants necessary to press on (I'm looking at you, coffee!). It was all worth it to let myself cool down and observe what was going on around me and why these stresses became so cumbersome. The D+ in lit will work itself out eventually.
Going back to the word (and throwing a couple more characters on the screen so your click wasn't a complete waste of time), my motivation to write, and do anything in general, began to wane around October. The mythical "senioritis" was floating around and, while most were trying their best to fight it off as they were told, I seized the title and lived up to it. Granted, I was initially trying in school, up until the real work was liberated from the universally understood transition period of August education. So motivation vanished; the winter SADness gradually took me and the 6:30 wake-up of weekday swim practice didn't help matters. Schoolwork went from "I need to get that done" to "I can deal with letting that slide". TV became a powerful facilitator of my couldn't care-less attitude. Fortunately the sun is coming out a bit brighter and I realized I can't let myself fall into total disrepair, so I've got that going for me, which is nice.
But I'm back, whether you like me or not. I'm already an open book in reality, however unwillingly. I might as well let that shine virtually as well. So be ready for the second trilogy of my musings, should my motivation to blog last that long. But then again I have physics homework I should really get to...
Thursday, August 1
-ism
Anyways, my daily muse today was about three -isms: capitalism, materialism, and individualism.
Wondering how those three words connect? I understand. When this idea first popped into my head I literally had to turn off the car radio and tune out the screams of the three children I ran over to piece it all together. (The second part of that was a joke, a joke people.)
But here's my train of thought. (Choo Choo!)
1) "It sure is nice to own a car! I have so much more freedom to go, see, and do whatever I wish!"
2) "Wait, someone[1] had to buy this car. Why the heck do we have to buy something to gain this freedom?"
3) "I'm gonna call this freedom individualism, 'cause it sounds right."
4) "It's funny how the way we become individuals in our materialistic society is to buy mass-produced materials that many people have to buy in order for their production to be worthwhile." [2]
5) "Capitalism sure did its job."
6) "I'm sure she... they'll be fine" (A JOKE!)
So I, being the antiestablishmentarian that I am, made a decision to try and break that uniquely capitalistic habit as much as possible in my own life, albeit with a few exceptions. That's right, my hat collection will continue to evolve into a history of Washington baseball logos. I'll let you know when it goes on exhibit to Cooperstown.
I say to hell with owning a car, living in a big house, eating out every night (OK, that's probably not going to change either, but I'm a dreamer). Bring back the counterculture! Haight-Ashbury! The Bee-Gees!
And screw nostalgia!
1- My parents
2-This revelation was made prior to this car ride, and was generated courtesy of the late David Foster Wallace. If you want to know which of his essays I got it from, leave your question in the comments section.
Wednesday, July 31
Postmodernism
Now for the hard part: actually blogging.
I think my posts, going forward, are going to be in a stream-of-conscious style. For example: this article was actually going to try to talk about the shallowness of a postmodern society. But then I realized that 1) I didn't fully grasp the concept from the start and 2) postmodern is a pretty stupid term for a time-period.
Modern: of, or pertaining to, present and recent time. (Thank you dictionary.com)
That would make postmodern "of, our pertaining to, the future", correct? (Wait, this is MY blog! Of course I'm right!) So how do you describe a current time period as one in the future?
I digress.
Remember that cutesy allusion to Taylor Swift's "22" yesterday? Postmodernism.
When you hum the Luna phone number hook? Postmodernism.
When Jay-Z uses a lyric from one of the shallowest lyricists of all time, REM? You guessed it!
Hey, I've been born and raised in this materialistic society. I even break out a song lyric corresponding to the small-talk of the day from time to time. Doesn't mean I dislike it any less.
A favorite quote of mine, courtesy of the transcendentalist philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson, is, "To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment."
So how do we achieve this in such an impressive culture? Well, simply, we don't. It's akin to Christianity's view of sin. You're going to be biased towards a product, environment, and/or idea at some point, but the goal is to have that affect your actions and views as little as possible.
(End example)
Well, take what you will out of this post, I promise I'll try to be more on point tomorrow.
Also, if anyone wants to look over my posts with me (before I send them out to the never-ending sea of criticism called the internet), please let me know.
Enjoy,
Jack