Saturday, January 8, 2011
My favorite song by him is “Geese of Beverly Road” from the album Alligator. He says, “Hey love, we’ll get away with it. We’ll run like we’re awesome, totally genius….We’re the heirs to the glimmering world.” And yet, his deep voice sounds a bit sad, almost desperate. I mean sure, we can get away with whatever shenanigans we want and consider ourselves pure genius, but he clarifies with like we’re awesome. I could be stretching it, but I feel like you could replace it with “as if” because you can act and believe you are awesome, but in reality you have to be normal and boring and average to move through life, stay on everyone’s good side, etc. In his next line he says that we’re the heirs to the glimmering world. Why not a glittering i.e. sparkling world instead? Merriam Webster defines glimmer as “to shine faintly or unsteadily; to give off a subdued unsteady reflection”. Clever twist of words there. We’re heirs to a faintly flickering world. And that can be how the world feels sometimes, right?
Man Berninger, you are a bit of a pessimist—but really, you speak truth.
Is this a “thing” that twenty-somethings have to go through? An online comic which reflects much of the same thing is the thought-provoking and sometimes sobering “Cat and Girl.” This one really makes me laugh and cry in a sick twisted way because it’s really true especially if you went to college and majored in liberal arts. But, anyway, thinking about how in one’s twenties, one’s idealism is overshadowed by sobering reality is a bit depressing.
I’d like to think that people who ignore that and try to live life the way they want to turn into the most interesting people. Is it lame to end with another comic? I’ve been really getting into those.
Anyway, xkcd has a great response that pretty much says screw it and do what you want…right here.
Yes, the world is ugly and not as fun as when you were sixteen with a license, but you can make that world into whatever you want if you hold onto whatever you love and chuck the rest.
(it’s not easy but it can be done)
-JC
Monday, December 13, 2010
Wow!
Monday, December 6, 2010
Ketchup?
Well, I figured I would write a catch-up on how the bloggers of this forsaken blog are doing. One (not me) is happily in a really great doctoral program in a paradise with happy people and all types of relationships. Lucky for both of us is that, although neither of us is in our hometowns, we are a simple two hours distance away from each other. Which is really nice when one gets lonely. =)
Well for my piece, I am instead in a Master’s program that should lead to a PhD. Well, “could” lead to a PhD. Who knows. Funding here sucks and the place sucks, so yeah, probably not going there for a possible doctorate. I can’t say this kind of stuff on facebook for example because I now have many a friend on there who goes to my school. Actually, my professors, peers, advisor, family, and even friends would be appalled to hear this next bit: Sometimes I don’t think grad school is all it’s cracked up to be. I used to think it was the program in which I am currently enrolled, and, if that were the case, that’s okay because I plan on getting a doctorate in something else. So, in spite of what follows it could be the program, and that is fixable. The thing is though, whenever I go to dinner with people from my class on Monday nights, go to these mixer things (because if I don’t, I won’t leave the apartment), or listen to people talk about their research, I get this sense of dread and thoughts start running through my head like: “What are the heck are they talking about and how does that relate to anything practical? Does anything I say relate to anything practical?” and then, specifically when they talk about their graduate school life, I think “Can I really do this kind of stuff for 5-7 more years? Why isn’t this interesting anymore?” So, what I’m saying is…ehh I don't know.
I should be thankful really. I am really lucky to be here. There are nice people here, and people are obviously very smart. Someday I'll be that too. I guess right now I'm humbled by all the brains around me.
I really really miss all of my friends, and man, they are the best a person could ask for--they humble me by how much they express their love. I don't know. God really, really decided to be nice and give me them. I've told a few how I've felt, and they've been pretty supportive. The funny thing is, these people make living here both bearable and unbearable.
Bearable because, for many, we chat and it's as if nothing's changed. They, sadly, make it unbearable because whenever I get off the phone or sign off, I remember that I'm not there with them.
Dang, that sounds pretty sad I'm sure. BUT it's more reason to keep on keeping on, so I can get out of here and hopefully (Ojala!) be lame and come right back there to get a doctorate. Not lame--just not good at saying bye. =) AND if I for some reason can't go back (b/c things usually will never be like it used to be), that's okay too. As long as I'm not getting a doctorate here... I am trying really hard to like it here, and I’m not avoiding interaction. I have to stick it out. And I will. Three more semesters, and I’m out.
Jchoc-it-up-to-I'm-probably-just-homesick
Friday, August 6, 2010
I shift my shaaaaape!
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
It's all about that PR (personal responsibility)
Well, am I the only one kinda freaked about this sort of thing? Not having life all together and yet being thrust into another transition, another future? Sure I've got plans, but do I really want to follow through with them? Will the pieces fall into place so that I can go through those plans? I guess you can't really worry about those things you cannot really change, but still, that's a pretty huge question mark.
And another thing, have I changed enough to handle these additional changes. I may be the age that I am, but am I ready? Is this typical talk from a graduating senior? Aack probably.
Inner perfectionist says "everything must make sense. everything must make sense." And it doesn't. I know that it won't.
But still, really?
I guess someday I will read this and laugh. That is, if I got accepted to even more schooling and then get a career and then can afford a good computer and a house and a car and pay off loans and pay my taxes and buy my groceries and get married and start a family.....
and the list goes on and on
JShocked
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Blah-ddy Blah Blah
Relationships…family…career…status quo…staying “cool” under tough circumstances: all stuff I cannot understand. And yet, maybe I’m not supposed to really understand it—that would imply that all of these things are concepts to be “figured out” and thus turned into something predictable.
You know what’s not predicable? Having a bad day and then bumping into someone who brightens it for an hour and half. Trying to trust someone who has done things which are really untrustworthy. Finding a connection with someone you wouldn’t expect and then realizing that three hours felt like three minutes. Realizing that someone else’s life experience turns out to be just the thing you needed to hear.
The beauty of unpredictability is that it entails not only the possibly horrendous but also the stupendously marvelous occurrence that makes you stop and think, “I wasn’t expecting that!”
I don’t know what the moral of this tale is, but I don’t have to know…..yet.
—I mean, I can remain confident that some things, including morals, aren’t going to be understood.
Hello, Grey Area! My name is Jchoc.