Crysis 2 has arrived... In 3d no less.
Jason Kyle + The Process |
Ebb is to flow, as trial is to error. |
Ive been thinking about this day and what it symbolizes... I am thankful for many things, many of which are obvious; family, friends, dogs, grass, atmosphere, etc, etc, etc. I am thankful for this day most of all, as a concept; honesty. For good or bad; seeing another for who they are and what they stand for and accepting them and recognizing them for what they are - setting our expectations in reality. I love you... for what you are, not what I want you to be. Not what they want you to be. Not what you should be. Not what you want me to think you are. For what you actually are. You are unique, and an individual that for all your similarities, mirror the multitude of anomalies. We each are different.
I want to mention, because I think its appropriate, to say that in any situation, any crossroad, any divide. Theres always 3 sides to the story. We must take into consideration the perspective we hear the world through, the spin thats put on it, the underlying objective that comes from any one persons agenda, and to not not make statements when we merely mean educated suggestions. Interpretation must be kept open to the facts and critical, contextual thinking. Emotional reactions to circumstantial pleas must be weighed in a world that has flexible walls. The lines we draw in stone are not applicable to every scenario, you know... The world can put people in situations that we may fall victim to the human condition or, you know, victor of circumstance (however you view it), that can be interpreted 15 different ways. Scandalous or righteous, people are what they are and what you know to be... will be what it is. I am thankful for the roller coaster ride I hate so much... I am thankful to breath another breath to hear another dumbass story from some prideful jackass.
I wish for a world where we all are, in the very least, respectful... But I none the less love you for your variety in perspective.
Happy thanksgiving to you all... whether I hate you or not. Today; I am thankful you offer something challenging.
My wonderful friends conspired to not only get me into the show... They got me a photo pass! The crowd was small enough to move around with the monopod + Camera... But large enough to be awesome. They played a fantastic set and heres just a couple of the photographs that jumped out of me on the first pass.
Once upon a time, post-housing bust, April 2009. The nation was trying to recover from darker days and the country as a whole was simply disenfranchised. My girlfriend and I decided it was time that I buy a house. The American dream. The place to make our own and build a life. It was definantely a buyers market and there were plenty of homes for sale. Interest rates were hitting record lows daily and it was each individuals duty to do what they could to buy, buy, buy. Right? I mean $8,000 federal tax credit! Just think of what we could do with that. Buy a totally awesome pool or gold bath tub... That's what!
I was incredibly fortunate to have maintained employment with a .com that I could affect real change and grow exponentially while the nation had a 10% plus unemployment rate. I started in April '09 to prepare myself and my credit for a home purchase. This story will exist from April of 2009 to May 31st, 2010 - the day Google gave me closure. In an effort to really drive home my buying experience and tell the story as it deserves to be told, I'm gonna break it up into a mini series as that's really the only format that will do this story justice. Following entries will be the conclusion of my dealings with Jim Hasbrouck (seller) 6205 Belfast Dr Austin TX 78723, Janet Widmer (funding) of WR Starkey, and the various roles of others that form the entire cast of this comedy of errors.Hope this helps someone in the future.
Depression is a funny thing. Depression will lead you to believe that you are so fucked up, like no one cares about you, and its never going to get any better. That you are so uniquely broken that you are the only one who could possibly know what you're going through. In fact, you're the last person on earth. No. One. Will. Ever. Understand. It's all your fault. You'll never be able to get a better job. You'll never go back to school. You'll never pay that bill. You're a terrible mother. You're fat, Fatty. Why'd that have to happen to me? On and on, whatever your internal monologue is; insert it.
The more you stew in this, the more alienated you become, and likewise the more you alienate those around you. The odd thing is tho, the more you do the thing that seems so terrible (talk about it), the more you realize everyone is depressed. Everyones lives are fucked up. Everyone is sad. No one thinks its really ever gonna better. Everyone is afraid. Yes, everyone is sucking it up. Clearly, I'm generalizing but in attempt to put a face on this darkness, sometimes it helps to generalize. Everyone deals with it differently you know. Some people have to many cats, some work to much, some look in the mirror and swallow it down and ignore it. Some let it manifest in other ways like shopping, ego, or phobias; most just judge everyone else.
I have internalized the world and shaped it how I needed it to look for my entire life. Created a narrative from reality which isn't real and I have kept this to myself. Sharing this secret has shown reflections in almost everyone I know in some fashion. Everyones dealing with this. This. We're all struggling to make sense of this.
Does that sound familiar? Do we all deal with this? Or is this "clinical depression" or "major depressive disorder" or some other label. Do you eat prescriptions or go outside and linger in the sun. Sit on a couch in a stuffy room and talk it out or ignore it and let it recess into the brain with all the other unmentionables? Open it up or shut it down...
This is why it's a journey. This, I guess, is why they say "it's not about where you're going, it's how you get there."
I got a new car in January, a 2010 Mazdaspeed 3 - the natural choice. I've had a 2003 Mazda Protege 5, then a 2006 Mazda 3 GT sedan... So it made sense. This car is so much fun to drive. Saturday, the zoom-zoom caught up to me. 85 in a 65. Ticket #1 - May 8th, 2010. Ouch. On the bright side, I did make it almost 5 months, topping the 130's.
Really looking forward to adding cold air intake and a blow off valve. Zoom zoom.
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Graphic Designer. Amateur Photographer. Web Designer. Retailer. Consultant. SEO'r. Consumer. Music snob. A liberal. Foodie. Part-time explorer. Dog Owner. Otherwise, a smart ass.
