There is a line in that old Outkast song, “Rosa Parks“, that has long been echoing in my mind since 1998. Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past your ass’ll be a has what Damn straight, AndrĂ©. Every time I take a break from blogging, the moments…
The Perfection of Mediocrity
Let me start off by apologizing for falling off the face of the Earth. My last blog entry was posted just over two weeks ago — but from the feel of things, you’d think I’d been away for three months or something. Last week, my buddy, Alvin, busted my balls and asked me if I…
Excessive Perspective
It seems like these days, whenever I attempt to kvetch and vent about the little things that annoy me at my workplace, some smarmy contrarian will always chime in by saying, “Well, just be thankful you have a job in today’s economy.” Thanks for that, asshole. I’m very much aware that the American economic landscape…
Getting Old is Fine
I admit, I might have grumbled once or twice about getting old ever since I turned thirty. As time goes on, it’s hard not to notice that my youth is swiftly becoming an artifact of the past. The music that once defined my formative years as a teenager is now being played on classic rock radio stations. The cartoons that I once loved as a child are now being “rebooted” by Hollywood into bloated, unwatchable, nostalgia-driven wank fests. Young people are using weird slang words like “YOLO”, and I have to resort to Google searches to understand what the hell they’re talking about.
I’m No Good at Long Goodbyes
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Day 28: “Is That All?”
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Here we are on the final day of the month-long writing challenge for February 2013, “30 Minus 2 Days of Writing”. Frankly, this whole challenge was a massive pain in the ass. I have to admit, though, I loved nearly every minute of it.
Invocation
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Day 27: “And That’s Why I Got Drunk”
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We raise our glasses to the inexhaustible variety of life, to all of those separate moments of sameness wrought with stagnancy, or trifling human catastrophe — to those tentative steps towards hopeful beginnings, or in deference to sadder times marked with the bitterness of inevitable ends. We toast to friends both new and old, to the promise or passing of lovers, to mothers both living and long since lost.
A Concession to Catnaps
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Day 26: “Deal With It”
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I was planning to write something good tonight. It was going to be sincere, highly readable, and full of poignant humanity. Best of all, I was going to finish it well before the closing of the February 26th deadline. Yet here I am at 1:00 AM Pacific Standard Time on the morning of the 27th, and I’m nowhere close to being finished. I have ninety minutes left to wrap this up.
Just to Set the Record Straight
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Day 25: “Fact or Fiction”
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KZ sets the record straight on three of today’s most pressing, relevant issues.
Chinese Philosophy
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Day 24: “Confucius”
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So the prompt for today is “Confucius”, huh? Eh, no thanks. This one feels like a trap.
Clarity of Mind
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Day 23: “Absurd”
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Saturday afternoon, I found myself alone for the first time in what will soon be my new home. Up until that point, I had spent the better part of the day working with my father and a hired construction crew on a massive house remodeling project. By four o’clock, my father and the crew had left for the day, but I decided to stay a little longer because there were still hundreds of staples left to remove from the kitchen floorboard where linoleum once rested on top of particle wood.