"I don't want you to be the guy in the PG-13 movie everyone's *really* hoping makes it happen. I want you to be like the guy in the rated R movie, you know, the guy you're not sure whether or not you like yet. You're not sure where he's coming from. Okay? You're a bad man."
-Trent, Swingers
Fuck it. No apologies, but just a disclaimer. I've been "gone" for awhile. That doesn't mean I haven't been thinking and plotting and working and honing my craft. So this is the new blog. Welcome to a new beautiful day.
I set out into the blogosphere with good intentions. ("The road to... where again?") A pleasant little arts journal with some cynically biting riffs on my "daily life", that's all. Just a place to unwind in, and let all that extra observational dryer lint collect. I thought it would keep me happy.
"Nosce te ipsum." Indeed. Grander schemes and greener pastures and the answers on the other kid's test... They all have a certain allure to them, a gilt edge that catches my eye immediately. So the red Asian flower is gone. (Moment of silence... there. Thanks.) Much like the rest of the content forthcoming, I'm not sure what will replace it.
I have this habit of tackling challenges that I have no business tackling. With no formal training, I co-hosted a drive-time radio show. With no more than 36 hours of film competition under my belt, I started my own. I often find myself in improbable situations, armed only with my rolodex of contacts and my headstrong stubbornness. Sometimes it works out great (i.e. making up my own college degree) and sometimes... eh, not so much (sorry, Heidelberg waitstaff).
So, why not blogging? Why can't I be the one to innovate and swim upstream and pave the way and [insert cliche here]. I think I have something to offer, if only I can deliver.
In the meantime to restart some dialogue here, I'll field comments on this:
"Do you believe in talismans or good luck charms, and therefore, conversely cursed items? As in, the actual physical item causes said good or bad luck in the owner/wearer/handler's life?"
3 comments:
Good to see you back in all of your digital glory. There is something so rewarding about charging in and doing things with little to no direct knowledge/expertise. Boldly forging ahead as it were. After all, if Neil Armstrong had taken the day off because no one had ever walked on the moon before then we wouldn't have so many delightful sayings about being able to put a man on the moon but not being able to (insert thing that society hasn't figured out yet here).
Welcome back to the interweb, missed ya!
Yes, talismans do exist my friend. I'll think about why I believe that and come back later.
cheers,
-g
So, I've pondered this every once and awhile in the last month, and I can't for the life of me come up with a good case for believing in talismans. Except, I do... well, kind of. The only talismans I've ever really had faith in have been people, not a lucky rabbit's foot or some other object.
Maybe this isn't at all what you were getting at, but have you ever had a friend that's had that kind of effect on you? There are a couple of people I can think of in my life, past and present, whose presence makes me feel... invincible, for lack of a better word.
Back in my Springfield days, I used to hang with this short little surfer guy from Cali named Beau. When he and I were together, nothing could ever go wrong. Some type of synergy happened there, we were opposites in most ways, certainly in physical appearance, personality, intellect, etc... In any case, he was my talisman, an unstoppable force of nature, and synchronicity and luck were the norm when the two of us got together. The coin always landed heads, so to speak, and whatever we needed just seemed to land in our laps. Then he moved to Australia with this georgeous Australian woman, and my life went to shit...
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