An undertaking like so many before it.
The whole idea of having a blog just to get my thoughts out to no one as opposed to someone actually seems silly to me. I watch myself type out every not so carefully thought out word and wonder why I'm really doing it. A place for me to collect my thoughts and leave them on the internet, a place specifically meant for communication and shared knowledge, yet not inquire that others read this or even care what I have to say. It is a fad that might not die like the pet rock, although one can only hope, one being someone, of course, other than me. So, this introduction is coming to close, but without further adieu, I guess I'm starting my blog. Hm, I think I already started it a couple of sentences ago.
Overall, this whole thing was Bryan's idea to begin with, but such a good idea at that when you realize you might not be the man you married yourself to twenty years ago. I told myself I should write more, and I guess I am doing just that. Although I feel like I do not do enough to warrant a blog, but I guess that's where the lack of viewers comes in. With no audience, I can actually write to an empty room, my perfect audience (they understand me so well).
Spring break is supposed to be party city, but I am definitely glad it isn't here in Burlington. The entire dorm is quiet and the city, without the college kids, is a peaceful oasis from the loud life normally had. I'm enjoying this nice weather with casual strolls with my iPod in and my new corduroy jacket (which I love dearly, by the by) and I couldn't help but notice how much I shouldn't be listening to my music. My mind shot back to earlier this summer where I stood and watched as, for the first time in my life, I watched someone look at a Mormon and say: "Yes, I would like to hear more, please tell me." It's quite an exciting change of pace to actually talk to a stranger. With my iPod dead, as it does so quickly these days, I walked by a gentlemen. A friendly hello was had but then we got into conversation. We began to tell jokes back and forth, and when we were done, his final parting words to me were: "Tell other people my jokes." He said this almost as if he had nothing else to live for. It's an interesting thing, us humans. We all want to be remembered. To be put in the textbooks with whatshisface and whoshername. But this man, who by nothing but appearance alone, looked like he had nothing going for him except for the fact that he could live on, he could stay eternal if I were to pass on his jokes. So, to my audience of zero, I record and retell these jokes, in hopes that you too might make a move to immortalize yourself, even if its just in telling a joke.
"How many fluid ounces can Monica Lewinsky's mouth hold? One American Liter."
"Why did the Siamese twins move to England? So the other one could drive!"
"Jose lived in the Bronx. Jose loved baseball, and his father knew this. So his father saved up all his money so that he could buy a ticket to a Yankees game. Jose went to the game and came back ecstatic. His father asked how the game was and Jose said 'Everyone was so nice to me! Right before the game began, everyone stood up and asked: "Jose can you see?"'"
p.s. Those are five quotes next to each other. I have never achieved that. Thank you English grammar. Achievement Unlocked.
Overall, this whole thing was Bryan's idea to begin with, but such a good idea at that when you realize you might not be the man you married yourself to twenty years ago. I told myself I should write more, and I guess I am doing just that. Although I feel like I do not do enough to warrant a blog, but I guess that's where the lack of viewers comes in. With no audience, I can actually write to an empty room, my perfect audience (they understand me so well).
Spring break is supposed to be party city, but I am definitely glad it isn't here in Burlington. The entire dorm is quiet and the city, without the college kids, is a peaceful oasis from the loud life normally had. I'm enjoying this nice weather with casual strolls with my iPod in and my new corduroy jacket (which I love dearly, by the by) and I couldn't help but notice how much I shouldn't be listening to my music. My mind shot back to earlier this summer where I stood and watched as, for the first time in my life, I watched someone look at a Mormon and say: "Yes, I would like to hear more, please tell me." It's quite an exciting change of pace to actually talk to a stranger. With my iPod dead, as it does so quickly these days, I walked by a gentlemen. A friendly hello was had but then we got into conversation. We began to tell jokes back and forth, and when we were done, his final parting words to me were: "Tell other people my jokes." He said this almost as if he had nothing else to live for. It's an interesting thing, us humans. We all want to be remembered. To be put in the textbooks with whatshisface and whoshername. But this man, who by nothing but appearance alone, looked like he had nothing going for him except for the fact that he could live on, he could stay eternal if I were to pass on his jokes. So, to my audience of zero, I record and retell these jokes, in hopes that you too might make a move to immortalize yourself, even if its just in telling a joke.
"How many fluid ounces can Monica Lewinsky's mouth hold? One American Liter."
"Why did the Siamese twins move to England? So the other one could drive!"
"Jose lived in the Bronx. Jose loved baseball, and his father knew this. So his father saved up all his money so that he could buy a ticket to a Yankees game. Jose went to the game and came back ecstatic. His father asked how the game was and Jose said 'Everyone was so nice to me! Right before the game began, everyone stood up and asked: "Jose can you see?"'"
p.s. Those are five quotes next to each other. I have never achieved that. Thank you English grammar. Achievement Unlocked.