I can smell the fresh bread that lies around the corner. Luckily, there are positive protons pulling me along for the next 120 hours to bring me to the sweet taste of fresh baked bread. I spent a couple hours yesterday and the morning today organizing digital paperwork for the full 100% transition of power to the new regional manager of the creative movement company I have been working for. I served as the regional manager for 6 months. With much too much emphasis on silly crises, emphatic ass-kissing, and a higher-up that was too depedant on this young professional, I decided to leave the post approximately 60 days ago. The past 60 days have been a whirlwind of interviewing, hiring, questioning, training, explaining, and for past couple of days, organizing. It’s like stepping outside of your own organizational methods and realizing that they only make sense to you. This is probably the case in most people’s lives, especially in relation to the computer.
But I have mass, and I will continue to oscillate. I will pass silently through life through metal detectors because I carry no weapons, and harbor no schrapnel.
I will learn to let things stand and will not sweat the small stuff. I will only sweat on my back, and occassionally my forehead, and more often than not my armpits.
See, I have a secret identity and its name is Chleo. This identifier was comprised of pieces of my names put together in a logical way. Chleo is a master Scrabble player, and she is also very strong. Chleo is a descendant of the neutrino. In addition to the logical puzzle of this name, Chleo also represents the pieces of me that are not always so obvious. Today I felt like Chleo, but sometimes I feel like Cbear. They are one in the same, but represent different things. If you do not believe in pieces, then can you really believe in a whole?
Thoroughly unprepared we take the step into the afternoon of life; worse still, we take this step with the false presupposition that our truths and ideals will serve us as hitherto. But we cannot live in the afternoon of life! (according to the program of life’s morning).
No no no, this is not about not having faith. Expectations are to be expected. But really it’s about realizing the true nature of life. Money-making, social existence, family, and posterity (longevity) are nothing but plain and true nature - not culture. Embrace the morning, what it brings and move on to the midday. Let it stand as standing is one of our greatest evolutionary traits, nothing but true nature - not culture.
And in today’s news:
Hustle and Flow, a great film will has had one of its songs, “It’s Hard Out there For a Pimp”, nominated for an Oscar. I thought the movie was a little slow, but all in all captivating and inspiring artistically.
The board has voted Yes on the statute of limitations for language.
Tonight I saw the first ever Google adplug on television. In true Googleness, the ad was on PBS. How’d they get their money? Well, you may know the gist of it, but here’s the full scoop from the good bloggers at Google.
Yea, we all know the NES system was the best ever. We all have the memories, and some of us still have the consoles. But how great was it really? Read about the legend.