Knowledge Matters. Sometimes...

I have a fervent annoyance for arrogant behavior. I think knowledge is pretty basic. Either you cultivate your mind or you don't. But don't underestimate those that might not appear to be cultivating. They'll surprise you.

I think, no...I know, that intelligence flows and ebbs based on your current circumstances. You don't often know how to be the best parent until you become one, right? And even then parents still falter, but they're considered better experts on the subject than those that haven't yet reared children.

I was pretty savvy about social issues and news oriented terms when I was amongst the news world and interning during the democratic primaries. Now, I couldn't tell you who stands for what if my second cousins life depended on it (I personally don't think my life would depend on a question of that nature). But what could I tell you about? I could tell you how to program a register. How to organize an event. How to film a news story. And, probably a myriad of other useless things. That is because that is the knowledge I'm currently working towards obtaining.

So please, don't give someone a strange look because they're unaware of who Vladimir Putin is. All they have to do is spend .003 seconds searching his name and they'll know. Now it's more about how you utilize the ways in which you find knowledge than how much you can retain. Street smarts are becoming more valuable than the card catalogue of useless information that you think is useful. And communication, that is the travelers check in the world of business and entrepreneurship.

So good luck out there. Remember, ingenuity is just a lazy persons form of intelligence. And quite frankly, if you're smart, you should keep up with the lazy people. After-all, America is one of the most consumer based and obese nations in the world.

Inspiration

We all need to stop standing around. If there is something we want to go for we should. We should enjoy our lives and not dwell. We should forgive everyone over everything all the time until we are in the position of not being hurt but still fully free of all animosity.

Pop-Tarts Theory

I will coin a phrase. Granted, it might involve the use of a major brand name, but it will be coined nonetheless.

This, my friend, is the "Pop-Tarts Theory". Pop-Tarts are easy to eat. They don't involve forethought and you can quickly absorb the delicious (in my case cinnamon) goodness that you desire without any effort involved. Except to purchase and open the packaging of course.

Well, people are becoming accustom to this Pop-Tart phenomenon within society. They're equating everything in their life with the same effort it takes to open a package of Pop-Tarts.

But how does this effect us? Well, employers have to enact more and more rules to make sure that employees are comfortable. That one is not doing more work than another. Government creates laws on top of laws until there are so many laws for Pop-Tarts to live amongst that they don't have to think anymore and the thinking is done for them.

Finally, education is simplified to learning of only texting, blogging, and other forms of online communication. Which is so helpful because we will need to communicate about all the things we're not creating while we are wasting our time communicating.

Heaven forbid Kellogg's forgets how to produce...Pop-Tarts.

Freedom of Bias vs. Freedom of Religion

Please read the link below. It is a story on whether a mosque should be built next to ground zero.

Personally, I think if we gave in to requests to not allow the mosque then we are generalizing that Muslims were to blame for 9/11 which is a falsity. I very much dislike this situation and feel the mosque should be built.

On the other hand. Should anyone that attends the mosque patronize those who are at ground zero to pay respects...it should be closed down. We must learn to live in a somewhat understanding world with freedom of relgion but not to the point that we distress a large populus.

Click here to read the article.

Easy Sociality

I used to be shy. Really, utterly, shy. I was afraid of what people would think of me. I wanted to be cool. I wanted to be accepted by some kind of social subset group of people that would wear neon bracelets and get backstage at MTV, or play lacrosse.

Then, at some point in college, I realized it didn't matter what you wanted to become. No one cares about what you want to become. They only care about who you are. Furthermore, once I stopped caring about how many friends I had, wanted, or needed...I flourished.

I love people. I love hearing their stories. I see the value in everyone. Perhaps that is how I went from having nothing to do on the weekends to literally always enjoying a new adventure with a new amigo. I stopped wishing my freckles would melt into a tan and started asking people questions about their lives. Occasionally I would toss in a witty joke or two. Finally, the stone to the soup of friendship...loyalty. Once you're my friend you will always be my friend unless you do something hedonistic to truly offend me.

Now don't get me wrong. This is not to say that I can be friends with everyone. I tend to steer clear of flakes (even though sometimes I fall into that category), and drug addicts. But for the most part I like you. I want to know about you. And if you meet me, my beginning remarks might even be the simple question: what's your story?

Night Hours

The post below was originally written at night at a bus stop in Denver, CO in September 2009...



I am a night person. I workout at night. I hangout at night. I do most of my eating at night. I would venture to say that if I believed in reincarnation I was most likely a bat. Except I would've smelt much better.

I certainly think we are a night generation. Movies are held at night. There are nightclubs. And mothers say "night night" to their children. You never hear them say "morning morning". They must say night twice because it's more important.

Life Gives You Limes

It's been a while since I've posted about my life on here. Mostly because I was busy living it. If you're reading this then chances are you're doing either one of two things in your life...

1. Living it.

2. Eating snacks, watching re-runs of Saved by the Bell, and skimming my blog.

Either way, I'd like to touch upon a cool principle I stumbled across while trying to tread the waters of my life since I graduated college.

MAKE A GOAL

What's a goal? It's that net that Ghana scored in twice to win the World Cup, right? ...wrong. It's something you need to do in order to showcase your true abilities to yourself. And man, I have sure showcased. A year ago I was working about 40 hours a week in fast food. I had no car and I lived with my parents. I was overweight, underpaid, and frankly all my friends were out west and I was lonely. A reminder, that was one year ago. Over the course of the last year I worked my way up to a promotion at said job. Realized I didn't want to run a restaurant and found a fantastic desk job that I enjoy. I also got a part-time gig doing what I love which is television. Additionally, I lost 50 pounds and bought a shiny red car that I'm afraid to drive for fear that some redneck with spill their Budwiser on it.

You see, achieving your goals isn't rocket science. It's not even physical science, earth science, or any other science you didn't want to take in High School. It's just a mixture of faith, planning, and good hard work. I personally believe that the God I believe in had a very big impact. However, God doesn't help those who don't help themselves...unless of course they're helpless. So I ask that you discontinue your discourse of whining and get out there and work towards what you want. Then, when all is said and done, make sure you're very grateful for the accomplishments you've received.

And don't forget. We don't all want the same thing. So don't assume that Joe Bob on Sycamore Ave. took the last good job, car, house, or soulmate in the area. You still have a fighting chance, without even fighting.