До свидания, профессор.

If you’re lucky in life, a handful of people change your perspective on the world. Just a handful. For me, those people were mostly professors when I first ventured out into the world and moved 1200 miles away for college…alone. On the surface, that first academic venture failed miserably, as I dropped out after two years. But it was still paramount to making me who I am now.

Those few professors opened up the world for me, to many topics, ideas, and ideologies. Dr. Donna Budani opened my mind to cultural studies after I took a few of her mid-level anthropology courses in the 1991/1992 year. (I hadn’t even been sure what “anthropology” was until then!) She also gave me my first college “A,” at a time when so many other courses were pushing me toward disenchantment, if not misery. Thanks to her, I went on to add a second major in anthropology when I returned to school. Another of those inspiring professors was Dr. Alexander Lehrman… Read More …

Let’s Try This Again.

I posted on this very topic before. To list the cliches: Something’s gotta give. I’m stuck in a rut. I’m at the end of my rope. I’m a man on the edge!

All of it is true. I’m sick of the same old shit—the same old places, same old people, same activities, even the same foods. No offense to anyone, of course. I just can’t take much more. I need to move on, one way or another.

The job hunt has been a heap of suck, frankly. Because of work, driving to work, preparing for work, trying to cook for pennies, then cleaning, etc., I just don’t have a whole lot of time to apply for jobs. Add in a bit of exercise or some out-of-the-ordinary drama/responsibilities, and well, no applications go out. Read More …

When I Ruled the World

I pride myself on having no regrets or resentments in life. Every single thing that has ever happened to each of us makes us who we are today. If you’re truly happy with that person, then every struggle and every joy was well worth it. And I am mostly happy with who I am.

But this doesn’t mean I don’t miss a few opportunities I once had.

When I was a kid, I pretty much ruled my world. Everything was there for me to see, and there seemed to be few limits! I’m not saying… Read More …

The Little Things

Sometimes the little things have the most power over us. It could be a movie scene, a certain scent, or a familiar taste. For me, it’s often a song—especially lately.

Because the radio was free and we rarely had cable, music was always a big part of my life growing up. So just about any song from the 1980s or 1990s has some meaning, whether a specific relation to the lyrics, or simply an attachment in my mind to some event. Chaka Khan’s “I Feel for You” always means “Mississippi State Fair” to me. In the 1980s, they played it HEAVILY at all the rides that included music. “Come On Eileen” by Dexy’s Midnight Runners always has the feeling of zooming down an Interstate cloverleaf on the way to a friend’s birthday party, since that’s the first time I… Read More …

Ch-ch-ch-changes

As has been mentioned elsewhere, it’s time for a whole new me. So what’s that all about?

It’s partly a warning: I’m growing tired of swimming upstream with driftwood dragging at my heels–and/or hitting me in the face. So, I’ll be tossing it to the banks. Take that as you will. I’m growing tired of ignorance, and I’m losing the ability to just overlook it. I’m compassionate and selfless by nature, but sometimes I tire of putting others before myself. Be prepared to be pushed aside now and then. I have a pretty full life, and quite enjoy it. Please don’t expect… Read More …

Gewgaw

Just a tidbit to let the world know I’m alive.

Spring semester just ended, and the graphic arts/book arts/literary show was Thursday. Good times for all! Summer session begins on Tuesday, so I had only a bit of rest. This summer I’ll be taking “Advanced Digital Foundations” and “Flash Animation.” I’m excited about those. I love the digital stuff! But in fall, I have to hunker down with…
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Still Around

I just realized it’s been, oh, a month and a half since I last posted anything here. So, I’m still alive. I’ve been busy recovering from a year of having no free time, and summer is the ONLY time I get to do anything at home.

This means it’s time to paint the apartment, clean up the hardwood floors, and get other things in order. The painting is… Read More …

Happiness is…

Sometimes life is good.

I don’t know why exactly, but sometimes sitting on the sofa with the windows open and listening music online just makes life seem grand. The only interruption to the music is a sudden breeze or a random bird coming close to the window. The traffic is light, and it seems everyone is… Read More …

Grrr!

It seems taking sick-time is the latest source of gripe/ridicule? “You’re always sick!” Hmm.

Well, I don’t have the luxury of living three miles, much less three blocks from work/class. I don’t even get paid enough to afford to live in the same TOWN! No, I have to live 13 miles away where $1000 a month gets you a safe/quiet apartment and not just a room with a hole to pee in. So right there I have… Read More …