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So I've been trying to post here lately, instead of just reading other people's stuff to keep up on their lives.
And I can't.
It's not that I don't want to. And it's not that I don't have anything to write about. I finally edited all the pictures from Skinny & Tara's wedding, finally made some die-plate aluminum dash inserts for my car that I'd wanted to make for ages, drove through a raging blizzard to see a sneak preview of Rocky Horror (the musical) at the Manitoba Theatre Centre for New Year's Eve (for free), hung out with my very good friend and fellow wine lover/alcoholic Lindsay, braved an ice storm most of the drive back, and captured some amazing night shots on the brightest full moon night I can remember in years and years. But, I don't want to write about that.
I feel like I've finally reached a major milestone in life, and that it's time to let go of the things that have defined my past five years. Unfortunately, bitching in here about how much my life sucks and how much I hate Ryerson is part of that. Granted, my life is far from perfect at this point--no job prospects, no contacts, and I'm living with my parents in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere--but having the Rye Monkey off my back in a physical sense is affording me a greater freedom than I've known in recent times. Having the "Can't Do, Aim Low, Achive Less" mentality that comes with being a graduate of our "prestigious" business school (esp. Neil Wolf's entrepreneurship program) is still haunting my mind, but I'm slowly building back my confidence and regaining the proverbial hunger I knew on December 31, 2001, as I drove into Toronto for the first time.
Anyways, before this spirals off into another random run-on sentence disguised as a complaint about how I'll always be slightly ashamed of that Ryerson B. Comm, I'll leave on a positive note:
I've got a new blog:
goodlandsdaily
Every day, I find a news story or issue, and ask the question: what if this happened in my hometown of Goodlands, MB?
What if this was affecting all 42 residents of the tiny farming community in the Southwest corner of Manitoba? How would the citizens react? And what would our local media have to say about it?
I'll still check in here once in a while, and I'll try to keep in touch through this blog (ie, please don't put personal messages on goodlandsdaily), but otherwise, it's time to move forth.
--Jordan
And I can't.
It's not that I don't want to. And it's not that I don't have anything to write about. I finally edited all the pictures from Skinny & Tara's wedding, finally made some die-plate aluminum dash inserts for my car that I'd wanted to make for ages, drove through a raging blizzard to see a sneak preview of Rocky Horror (the musical) at the Manitoba Theatre Centre for New Year's Eve (for free), hung out with my very good friend and fellow wine lover/alcoholic Lindsay, braved an ice storm most of the drive back, and captured some amazing night shots on the brightest full moon night I can remember in years and years. But, I don't want to write about that.
I feel like I've finally reached a major milestone in life, and that it's time to let go of the things that have defined my past five years. Unfortunately, bitching in here about how much my life sucks and how much I hate Ryerson is part of that. Granted, my life is far from perfect at this point--no job prospects, no contacts, and I'm living with my parents in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere--but having the Rye Monkey off my back in a physical sense is affording me a greater freedom than I've known in recent times. Having the "Can't Do, Aim Low, Achive Less" mentality that comes with being a graduate of our "prestigious" business school (esp. Neil Wolf's entrepreneurship program) is still haunting my mind, but I'm slowly building back my confidence and regaining the proverbial hunger I knew on December 31, 2001, as I drove into Toronto for the first time.
Anyways, before this spirals off into another random run-on sentence disguised as a complaint about how I'll always be slightly ashamed of that Ryerson B. Comm, I'll leave on a positive note:
I've got a new blog:
goodlandsdaily
Every day, I find a news story or issue, and ask the question: what if this happened in my hometown of Goodlands, MB?
What if this was affecting all 42 residents of the tiny farming community in the Southwest corner of Manitoba? How would the citizens react? And what would our local media have to say about it?
I'll still check in here once in a while, and I'll try to keep in touch through this blog (ie, please don't put personal messages on goodlandsdaily), but otherwise, it's time to move forth.
--Jordan