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Below you will find my weblog, or just blog. The name may not strike you right away, but you'll get it after I ask you one question: How many letters are there in the alphabet?

I use these twenty−six letters to share moments I experience, thoughts I come upon or ideas I have that I don't feel like keeping to myself. Writing them gives me the ability to share with you.

Maybe you'll laugh, maybe you'll swallow hard, maybe you will learn something about me that you didn't previous know, or maybe you'll relate the words below to something in your own experiences. You may even know the subjects I allude to between the paragraph tags.

So much that I will often write without proofing. If I offend you, it is nothing personal, simply my opinion. I'll complain about things that bother me, things I find offensive and just random thoughts I hold onto long enought to transfer to my blog.

The only thing you need know is that I love to write.


Archive for the ‘Items to Ponder’ Category

See What I Did There?

Saturday, August 28th, 2010

Social networks make it easy to share anything and everything with the world. That’s why Vegas’ branding statement has been (unofficially) rewritten to: “What happens in Vegas ends up on Facebook.”

The appropriate moments captured are a perfect way to share with friends and family, (and sometimes co-workers), the amazing time you had – what you did, saw and experienced. You can’t take everyone on your vacations and sometimes the diatribe doesn’t quite tell a story like a photo can.

Some things are not for sharing.

The inappropriate moments captured are for those present in the situation. They are perfect for embarrassing someone, getting in a healthy laugh, remembering what you wore (or didn’t wear), and/or reminding yourself that you’re no longer in college.

You don’t invite all of your Facebook friends to a birthday/bachelor/bachelorette party for a good reason. A party, by default, involves the act of partying, and while you may love your family and many of your friends, they all define the act differently.

Growing up I made mistakes; but, that’s how you learn and (hopefully) grow. During my formative years, my dad told me: “If you’re doing something you wouldn’t do around me, then you shouldn’t be doing it.”

At the time, I listened and nodded. Over the years though, I’ve thought more about that lesson and while I understand what “somethings” he was referring to, I have to come clean…

Dad, I’ve done and am going to do many things I would never do around you (or anyone else) and those things are not bad, nor are they wrong, but I really hope you never see pictures of any of them.

Please practice social networking responsibility.

Wishing Well

Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

Think of all the occasions we append with wishing…

  • birthdays
  • losing an eyelash
  • tossing a coin to where the Goonies dwell
  • 11:11 a.m. / p.m.
  • upon a star
  • before (and after) a test
  • splitting the wishbone
  • rubbing a genie’s lamp (I still have yet to find one)

To preface the following suggestion, I will say that I enjoy making a wish. Even if those eyes-closed, breath-held, fingers-crossed internal thoughts are far-fetched and highly unlikely…(because, absurdity is encouraged when making a wish).

The more outrageous my wishes, the more purposeful the moments are in between, when my eyes are open, my fingers un-crossed and I’m breathing.

Think about how many wishes you come up with in your lifetime. If your wish doesn’t come true, where does it go?

Most of mine joined geometry and my (once impressive) knowledge of the periodic table in a dark corner of my mind. That doesn’t mean I don’t still make the occasional wish; it just means that like all wishes, it’s really up to the wisher to make it come true.

Which is why when I wish now, my fingers aren’t crossed and my eyes are open. Otherwise, when my time is eventually up, I’ll just be wishing for more.

Seatbelt Cha[i]r[-]a[i]des

Friday, July 2nd, 2010

Since that was probably the most bracketed title I have ever written, I must explain…

Seatbelt Charades aka Seatbelt Chair-aides. It will make sense after watching the following PSA.

/ (tangent)

I received this from a friend via email [Fwd:] and it was spot-on appropriate for two reasons:

  1. I’m having a party this evening, which will require many to travel via vehicle.
  2. Texans cannot drive in any weather other than one-hundred degrees and sunny, (and even that is sometimes challenging), let alone the current torrential downpours we are experiencing as a result of Hurricane Alex – the strongest June hurricane since Alma in 1966 – so, the likelihood of car accidents in Austin today have exponentially increased.

\ (end tangent)

Say a prayer. Watch this video. Buckle up.

No-Frill Billionaires

Thursday, May 20th, 2010

What would you do if you had a million dollars?…

I would spend a decent amount of time exploring Earth, and beyond – funds permitting. If you’re looking for specifics, my list (in no particular order) includes:

1. Buy a nice car.
2. Take vacation w/ and w/out family.
3. Build my dream house.
4. Help people(s) in need.
5. Reinvent my home theater.

What would you do if you had a billion dollars?

No, seriously – what would you do? Most would live extraordinary lives, filled with frills like cars, designer clothing, jewelry, etc.

These five individuals don’t.

1. Warren Buffet
2. Carlos Slim HelĂș
3. Ingvar Kamprad
4. Chuck Feeney
5. Frederik Meijer

Who are they? Find out.

One Of My Pets

Sunday, April 25th, 2010
Say wut again!

"Say wut again!"

Lately, my writing could be classified as less narrative and more review – at least the words I share online.

I guess that makes this a throwback.

Similar to unnecessary quotes around “particular” words, bad grammar, misspelled words, sentences ended with a preposition and shorthand writing (esp. when a full-size qwerty is available), are all like splinters, (to me).

I am passionate about writing, so [I think] it’s fitting that I feel a slight sting each time someone writes wrongly. The same holds true for anyone passionate about what they do.

Architects and ugly buildings; interior designers and cluttered rooms; singers and bad voices; actors and Steven Seagal – they’re all correlated.

I often bite my tongue, (or nails), out of respect. Even though I sometimes want to punch/kick (with words) the culprit. However, psychologists say we should not keep things bottled up. Consider me spilt.

“intire”
“hopeing”
“tomarrow”
“iam”
“afew”
“ruionin” (translation: reunion)
“your” (”you’re” was intended)
“supsoed”

The list could go on, and on, and awn. Yawn. (It’s late, I’m tired.)

I suggest you try de-stressing by telling a piece of paper a few of your pet peeves. It helps.

TMYK: Charitable Donations Are Tax Deductible

Thursday, April 15th, 2010

It’s April 15th…a.k.a. Tax Day. My sister is also lucky enough to share the government’s pay day as her day of birth, so happy birthday Stephanie.

All law-abiding citizens out there, make sure you:
a.) get those forms in the mail, submitted online, or via a pigeon/hawk/owl or phoenix, or
b.) file for an extension, or
c.) have a really good tax lawyer.

If after all the paperwork, you see that you still owe Uncle Sam, then why not deduct a charitable donation? Give some money to a good cause instead!

Support me in the Hill Country Ride for AIDS

The More You Know

The More You Know

National Geographic’s Best Photos of the Year

Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

It is truly amazing what one can naturally find on the third rock from the Sun. Here are just a couple of the photographs from National Geographic’s best photos from 2009 that caught my eyes (and with dimensions that comfortably fit within my site’s layout).

Look Ma, No Hands!

Look Ma, No Hands!

Brrrr.

Brrrr.

See the rest of the collection here.

Mother Nature, Still

Monday, April 5th, 2010

“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”

- Albert Einstein

Here is a small collection of some incredible images of the sky before Hurricane Katrina – the most powerful natural disaster I have [n]ever experienced.

John Mayer Says “N” Word

Friday, February 19th, 2010

So, I read John Mayer’s interview in Playboy. I read it for several reasons; none of which had to do with it being sandwiched between numerous pages of naked women. Besides, my subscription ended in October. I read it free, (and boob-free), online.

I heard about it because of the coverage and controversy it amassed. I read it because I like his music and was curious what he actually said to garner so much negative attention.

By the way, if you haven’t heard about it, or read it, he spoke about some unnecessary details related to his sex life, (name-dropping one particular ex-XX) and was clearly not playing the part of “the guy who sang Daughters“.

Side note: Personally, with the exception of my significant other[1], I could care less about anyone else’s sex life.

I read it with an open mind, because like most of what’s now considered “newsworthy”, you can’t sum up an interview into a 140-character tweet, (i.e. my title).

He said quite a few things that I don’t thing he should have. He said them in a candid way that would offend most people – simply because of the language he used and how forward he was. Most of the words he used didn’t bother me; however, one word did.

I don’t think he intended to use the word in a negative way. It doesn’t matter. Just the fact that he used it bothered me.

It wasn’t my fondest celebrity interview in Playboy, but I did appreciate one thing, and just one thing.

He was honest. That has to count for something, right?

If you would like to read the interview, feel free. Here it is (SFW).

[1] Now accepting applications.

Grandfather Claws

Thursday, February 4th, 2010

Your parents’ parents are capable of quirks we all can relate to. Birthday checks, being just one of many. Twelve dollars here, nineteen there – maybe a seven or eight dollar check early on in your aging.

Whatever the reason, it’s always a mystery as to how much you’re actually going to get.

The occasional passed-along incentive disguised as a spontaneous gift they received for renewing a membership, transferring a balance, or “calling now to take advantage of this special offer”, usually with “combo” somewhere in the product’s name.

I don’t understand why grandparents write birthday checks for random amounts, or pass along gifts they don’t realize are impractical until they arrive four to six weeks later, (for S&H only), or my favorite and reason for writing, why they rename their dead pet’s successor(s) after their dead pet.

My grandparents had several different dogs…named Mickey.