Monday, July 24, 2006
Idea
I think I have an idea! I'm actually feeling excited. I'll let you know more about it when I finally can't keep it in. This book might happen.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
TSN turning point
Everyone's been wondering where I've been, wondering why I haven't written for so long. The truth is, I've been a victim of myself for a long time now. Everytime i set my sights on writing something I hesitate or fall asleep. Part of me feels my mind is trying to tell me to save my thoughts for a more prestigious forum. Blogging like all other internet ventures is subject to overkill. Too many people blog; it would take a person a lifetime to surf through any blogging forum. Doing so would hardly make for an entertaining ride. There's only so many posts a person can read about lost love and the vague thoughts about life that arise from it. Pictures of memories I wasn't a part of, anecdotes about adventures I never had, thoughts about songs and books I've never heard or read, I find myself horribly uninterested in reading other people's blogs.
I find it interesting that companies are using blogging as the new forum of discussion. Companies are too interested in numbers and not at all interested enough in substance. People really don't want to read 'blogs' on carpet cleaner, tupperware and other small business projects. Blogging was popular because it was personal. Far be it from the global world of business to respect the need for individuality.
The blog world is largely a glorified closet of diaries, some more precioius than others, and it has served me well. It has given me a means to express myself to myself in hopes that I might hear myself and understand myself. Along the way I've invited you all to listen in on my monologue. But it has been just that, a monologue. I've wanted to see my thoughts in script and see people responding to them, rather than to me. The explosion of ideas hasn't stopped although, they still plague my wafeful life and I think I need to organize them, and work on them. But even if I were to compile the sum total of my thoughts and lay them out on blogspot to the effect of critical acclaim from my friends and other onlookers, I would not be satisfied, because it just seems as though I'm still here talking to myself out loud with a microphone. In Cuba, while watching the entertainment reenact Les Mis and Phantom I thought about how there is so much wasted talent in the world, and how it's sick that we give so much accreditation to those with far less ability but far more makeup. I take Cuban Talent over American Idol anyday. Anyhow, talent plus opportunity together should never be wasted, so I think I ought to use the former to find the latter.
Henceforth, I'm only going to dabble witih introspection and churning out ideas online; The Book of Jam will be more of a story, a story of how things are going, what I'm up to. As university has drawn to a close for the majority of my friends, and soon enough shall for me as well, I think it would be nice if those who tune in every couple months can catch up with me without having to catch me. I forsee a lengthy period of cooking up something crazy in the lab; the Book of Jam is now my periodic messages that I slip under the door to let the people know what's good. I wouldn't want to keep the 3 of you worried.
That being said...
I find it interesting that companies are using blogging as the new forum of discussion. Companies are too interested in numbers and not at all interested enough in substance. People really don't want to read 'blogs' on carpet cleaner, tupperware and other small business projects. Blogging was popular because it was personal. Far be it from the global world of business to respect the need for individuality.
The blog world is largely a glorified closet of diaries, some more precioius than others, and it has served me well. It has given me a means to express myself to myself in hopes that I might hear myself and understand myself. Along the way I've invited you all to listen in on my monologue. But it has been just that, a monologue. I've wanted to see my thoughts in script and see people responding to them, rather than to me. The explosion of ideas hasn't stopped although, they still plague my wafeful life and I think I need to organize them, and work on them. But even if I were to compile the sum total of my thoughts and lay them out on blogspot to the effect of critical acclaim from my friends and other onlookers, I would not be satisfied, because it just seems as though I'm still here talking to myself out loud with a microphone. In Cuba, while watching the entertainment reenact Les Mis and Phantom I thought about how there is so much wasted talent in the world, and how it's sick that we give so much accreditation to those with far less ability but far more makeup. I take Cuban Talent over American Idol anyday. Anyhow, talent plus opportunity together should never be wasted, so I think I ought to use the former to find the latter.
Henceforth, I'm only going to dabble witih introspection and churning out ideas online; The Book of Jam will be more of a story, a story of how things are going, what I'm up to. As university has drawn to a close for the majority of my friends, and soon enough shall for me as well, I think it would be nice if those who tune in every couple months can catch up with me without having to catch me. I forsee a lengthy period of cooking up something crazy in the lab; the Book of Jam is now my periodic messages that I slip under the door to let the people know what's good. I wouldn't want to keep the 3 of you worried.
That being said...
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