This is one of the pictures of the sunrise I took.. Nothing much to write about lately. Life is boring.
-Matt
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Sunrise
This is one of the pictures of the sunrise I took.. Nothing much to write about lately. Life is boring.
-Matt
Monday, August 22, 2005
The Work Cronicles: Part I - After My Nap
Part I: After My Nap (McDonalds Incident)
After waking up at 1am, I sat around and drank some nasty hotel coffee from the pot that makes approximately 7oz of gross coffee from one of those packet-type filters with coffee grounds in it. Though it was strong, it tasted as if someone left out the "coffee" flavor from it. Oh well, what a way to start the day.
I talked to Stephanie online for a bit, won at a game of cribbage, and smoked her at a game of yahtzee. Smoking and playing games goes hand-in-hand, especially with a cup of coffee, and I had only one Marlboro 100 left. Somewhere in-between my card game and smoking my brother had woken up and he also, only had one cigarette left, so now was as good a time as any to stock up and get some food in our systems. I would find this would be the start of the problems (dum Dum DUMMMM).
It didn't take long to cruise around at 2am and see which lights were on, and what businesses were open. It seemed that there was a 24 hour McDonalds open, and I immediately drove into the drive-thru. My brother spouted his order of: a number 6 meal, with unsweetened tea, and 2 double cheeseburgers. I followed with a number 5 and sweetened tea. The little voice that spoke through the speaker replied. "We have a late night menu, and double cheeseburgers aren't on that menu." This immediately pissed off my brother. "Forget them then!" he replied. "Okay, forget the doubles." I said. "The chicken sandwich isn't on the late-night menu either." The little box from the menu said. "Fuck this place" my brother mumbled. The lady from behind the mic at McDonalds told me to drive around after I told her to drop the whole first part of our order, and I pulled around. I forgot to remember that I'm in the north, they have no clue what sugar+tea equals. I had gotten unsweetened tea, and my brother nothing. He was throwing his little fit, and for some unknown reason, starving himself, because he wouldn't order anything. Next for the gas-station.
The gas station was right across the street. I pulled in, leaving the car running, and asked Mike; "Do you want some food from here?". "No." he replied. I really wasn't sure what to do. I looked around, and noticed that cigarettes were $40.00 a carton. "Geez, that's high." I said. Mike replied with a mumbled answer telling me how dumb I was for not getting some in Tennessee, and that I should've listened to everyone instead of being stupid. I was fed up at this point. I went into the store, got a few cheese danish to eat with my coffee, and payed for 4 packs of smokes and headed out. I offered Mike my food on the way back to the room, but when he passed this time, I decided to eat it and not say a word. On the way up I told him that we might not even get to go out for lunch, just depending on if the project manager at Lowes will open the doors for us at lunch time. "If they don't I'll break the fucking door and leave, then quit!" he grumbled angrily.
This leaves me here, now; writing this in my blog. I'm really not sure how things will work out, but hopefully they do, or I may be home sooner than I think.
Later today: The Noon Meeting.
After waking up at 1am, I sat around and drank some nasty hotel coffee from the pot that makes approximately 7oz of gross coffee from one of those packet-type filters with coffee grounds in it. Though it was strong, it tasted as if someone left out the "coffee" flavor from it. Oh well, what a way to start the day.
I talked to Stephanie online for a bit, won at a game of cribbage, and smoked her at a game of yahtzee. Smoking and playing games goes hand-in-hand, especially with a cup of coffee, and I had only one Marlboro 100 left. Somewhere in-between my card game and smoking my brother had woken up and he also, only had one cigarette left, so now was as good a time as any to stock up and get some food in our systems. I would find this would be the start of the problems (dum Dum DUMMMM).
It didn't take long to cruise around at 2am and see which lights were on, and what businesses were open. It seemed that there was a 24 hour McDonalds open, and I immediately drove into the drive-thru. My brother spouted his order of: a number 6 meal, with unsweetened tea, and 2 double cheeseburgers. I followed with a number 5 and sweetened tea. The little voice that spoke through the speaker replied. "We have a late night menu, and double cheeseburgers aren't on that menu." This immediately pissed off my brother. "Forget them then!" he replied. "Okay, forget the doubles." I said. "The chicken sandwich isn't on the late-night menu either." The little box from the menu said. "Fuck this place" my brother mumbled. The lady from behind the mic at McDonalds told me to drive around after I told her to drop the whole first part of our order, and I pulled around. I forgot to remember that I'm in the north, they have no clue what sugar+tea equals. I had gotten unsweetened tea, and my brother nothing. He was throwing his little fit, and for some unknown reason, starving himself, because he wouldn't order anything. Next for the gas-station.
The gas station was right across the street. I pulled in, leaving the car running, and asked Mike; "Do you want some food from here?". "No." he replied. I really wasn't sure what to do. I looked around, and noticed that cigarettes were $40.00 a carton. "Geez, that's high." I said. Mike replied with a mumbled answer telling me how dumb I was for not getting some in Tennessee, and that I should've listened to everyone instead of being stupid. I was fed up at this point. I went into the store, got a few cheese danish to eat with my coffee, and payed for 4 packs of smokes and headed out. I offered Mike my food on the way back to the room, but when he passed this time, I decided to eat it and not say a word. On the way up I told him that we might not even get to go out for lunch, just depending on if the project manager at Lowes will open the doors for us at lunch time. "If they don't I'll break the fucking door and leave, then quit!" he grumbled angrily.
This leaves me here, now; writing this in my blog. I'm really not sure how things will work out, but hopefully they do, or I may be home sooner than I think.
Later today: The Noon Meeting.
The Work Cronicles: Preface
I have read recently about people who wrote about instances at work, and have suffered consequences, even lost their jobs for "blogging" about work, but I'm going to do it anyway, because.... well I think that it could be interesting, and maybe I'll realise something from doing it.
Day 1; Sunday, August 21, 2005:
The drive started at around 2:00am and I headed off towards highway 81, via 40e. As soon as I got onto 81N, I had to turn around, apparently my brother had forgot his shoes, so we couldn't have that. I suppose everything else was much of a blur, driving and driving and driving for eight hours.
We (my brother and I) arrived at around 11:30am at Quality Inns and asked the clerk for their weekly rates. He told us that $350 was the price, we swiped the debit card, and headed out to lunch while they prepared our room.
When we got back from lunch, the cleaner was just starting our room. We had blown at least two hours, and we were still waiting! Not much later, we were headed up to the room and I configured the free "high-speed" internet with my wireless card, and headed to the INTERNET.
I took a nap at 2pm and slept until about 1am. (rough eh?)
This is a pretty boring day as you can see..... hopefully something better soon!
Day 1; Sunday, August 21, 2005:
The drive started at around 2:00am and I headed off towards highway 81, via 40e. As soon as I got onto 81N, I had to turn around, apparently my brother had forgot his shoes, so we couldn't have that. I suppose everything else was much of a blur, driving and driving and driving for eight hours.
We (my brother and I) arrived at around 11:30am at Quality Inns and asked the clerk for their weekly rates. He told us that $350 was the price, we swiped the debit card, and headed out to lunch while they prepared our room.
When we got back from lunch, the cleaner was just starting our room. We had blown at least two hours, and we were still waiting! Not much later, we were headed up to the room and I configured the free "high-speed" internet with my wireless card, and headed to the INTERNET.
I took a nap at 2pm and slept until about 1am. (rough eh?)
This is a pretty boring day as you can see..... hopefully something better soon!
Friday, August 19, 2005
Uncertainty
We only know as humans that everything is uncertain. When events will occur such as rain, blackouts, pregnancy, sickness, and death, we cannot predict the outcome of such actions. We can only guess and then, we may still be made wrong. It may only be said that the one certain thing is death, yet we still will never know exactly when.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Normality
I sometimes sit here and wonder exactly what is normal? I cannot comprehend anymore what this means. I used to think that someone could be normal, but we all are so completely different, or maybe the same. Maybe we're all normal somehow. Are we that much different in the way we dress? Sure there's people who wear dark clothes, trench-coats or maybe bright pink shirts, three-piece suits and neck-ties. Does this classify one as abnomal because they aren't wearing jeans and a tee-shirt?
What is normal?
What is normal?
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Knot At the End
Slowly ever so dulling
Fading, the lines begin to blur
This feeling of lulling
Dragged to good, I deter
Slipping downward gripping
These thoughts overbearing
Mind's faucet left dripping
Conscious neglected uncaring
Pain indulgence scarred
Determined souls cling
Hands and feet barred
Tears of hatred sting
Deception hiding truth
Light false hopes send
Lies laid right soothe
but a knot lies at the end
Sunday, June 05, 2005
"The Tooth"
Well, since my last posting I've been in a bit 'o pain. I had a wicked pain in my jaw due to a faulty wisdom tooth which had been applying pressure the the muscles in the jaw. I decided to have the fault removed (pulled) and it's been hell from there...
This gaping hole in my mouth which once was a tooth, has gathered everything I eat. I constantly taste lunch even at 3am, which fills me with an overwhelming nausea. Sometimes if I drink something too hot or too cold the nerve/nerves send shock-waves to my brain of excruciating pain. I want to rip my skull off and throw it out the window!
Although I've talked to people who've had teeth pulled, and healed in a week or few, the hole I once called a tooth, is still open and collecting remains. I still live with this hell every other day. I'll probably start writing more when my head clears a bit. Until then, thanks for reading my rant!
-Matt
This gaping hole in my mouth which once was a tooth, has gathered everything I eat. I constantly taste lunch even at 3am, which fills me with an overwhelming nausea. Sometimes if I drink something too hot or too cold the nerve/nerves send shock-waves to my brain of excruciating pain. I want to rip my skull off and throw it out the window!
Although I've talked to people who've had teeth pulled, and healed in a week or few, the hole I once called a tooth, is still open and collecting remains. I still live with this hell every other day. I'll probably start writing more when my head clears a bit. Until then, thanks for reading my rant!
-Matt
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Some Photography Too...
These are a few photos I took with my Long-Time exposure set to 4 seconds. I caught a few bolts of lightning, and a bunch of really crazy shots. Hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed taking them.
-Matt
-Matt
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Loss For Creativity
Lately I've been at a loss for creativity. I tried to think about why and what influences our creative minds, stimulating our brain which paints this wonderful vision of colors. I've found some vital points that may be the key to creativity.
The first thing that I've found is that silence is nirvana when dealing with a stew of ideas. I need near complete silence to even think clearly with all the hustle and banging going on in reality. When in silence, I tend to think a lot more, sparking ideas that could never be in noisy situations. I tend to find silence from around 2am through 5am.
Silence may be the key, but the second factor is being alone, not completely, but I'll explain. If you're sitting in the park on a bench, with people around you doing their business, that's fine. You're less-likely to focus on their conversations or anything they're doing specifically. My porch is usually my best alone place, granted I usually don't go anywhere alone in the car, so it works.
A stress-free day can be really thought provoking. If you have a lot of stressful things on your mind, it can be really hindering to your process of thinking. This goes hand in hand with silence, time alone. A creative mind is gold and without one, many things are difficult to accomplish.
Try to think up an ad-campaign or a witty commercial without creativity. If you plan on writing a book (unless it's a bio or instruction manual), you will need some creative thinking processes going on. Even something like being "romantic" to a woman, is merely being creative. Often being romantic is never thought of as just "being creative", you always hear about the crazy things people do when they propose marriage.
Creativity is something that cannot be taught, and is one of the most profitable talents someone can have. Comedians write jokes and make money, marketers and marketing are very high-end jobs. Coaches for sports teams have to use creativity along-side strategy for the winning plays. Authors, inventors, and architects; all creative people, without creativity, might have really dull jobs such as answering the phone or doing inventory at a warehouse. Does creativity really seperate people?
I think it does.....
The first thing that I've found is that silence is nirvana when dealing with a stew of ideas. I need near complete silence to even think clearly with all the hustle and banging going on in reality. When in silence, I tend to think a lot more, sparking ideas that could never be in noisy situations. I tend to find silence from around 2am through 5am.
Silence may be the key, but the second factor is being alone, not completely, but I'll explain. If you're sitting in the park on a bench, with people around you doing their business, that's fine. You're less-likely to focus on their conversations or anything they're doing specifically. My porch is usually my best alone place, granted I usually don't go anywhere alone in the car, so it works.
A stress-free day can be really thought provoking. If you have a lot of stressful things on your mind, it can be really hindering to your process of thinking. This goes hand in hand with silence, time alone. A creative mind is gold and without one, many things are difficult to accomplish.
Try to think up an ad-campaign or a witty commercial without creativity. If you plan on writing a book (unless it's a bio or instruction manual), you will need some creative thinking processes going on. Even something like being "romantic" to a woman, is merely being creative. Often being romantic is never thought of as just "being creative", you always hear about the crazy things people do when they propose marriage.
Creativity is something that cannot be taught, and is one of the most profitable talents someone can have. Comedians write jokes and make money, marketers and marketing are very high-end jobs. Coaches for sports teams have to use creativity along-side strategy for the winning plays. Authors, inventors, and architects; all creative people, without creativity, might have really dull jobs such as answering the phone or doing inventory at a warehouse. Does creativity really seperate people?
I think it does.....
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