Greater Satellites

1. Led Zeppelin
2. Pink Floyd
3. Creedence Clearwater Revival
4. The Beatles
5. King Crimson

Technically, I still have a shot at seeing #’s 1, 2, 3, and 5… But I don’t think it would be quite the same.

I just noticed that Wordpress looks really different on a PC than on a Mac. I kind of like the aesthetics on the Mac better, but I have a strong bias.

Anyway, here I am blogging at work. I think I may do this at least once a day. I work really hard in burst mode to get a lot done so I can relax and double check my work to make sure it’s accurate and well-done. In my free time, perhaps even on the old lunch break I’ll take a moment to reflect on my day thus far.

A semi-sad realization dropped on me recently like a Mack truck: working in a job like mine (doing design, coding, etc) is creatively draining, whereas other jobs I’ve held (office work, appraising houses, etc) are creatively restrictive. I’ve basically found the amount of design-centric work I do outside of this job has dropped to practically nothing unless I have an extreme desire to accomplish a set task (example: last night getting this blog set up, wrapping up the design of the new site). I’m going to try my very hardest to get everything all together and find a balance. I admire people who have a great balance in their lives.

Can I also say, as a total aside, that the new Camaro design is probably one of the most bangin things I’ve ever seen. I hope they take that out of concept and make it a reality. I would totally spring for one (if I had a spare 30-40 grand laying around).

Well, it looks like it’s back to work time for Andrew…. ::yawn::

Well my last post received a record-breaking 2 comments… DAAAAYUM! I know that most of my posts don’t leave much room for discussion or questioning, but I appreciate knowing that there are people reading what I write. So on this short post, I will simply ask that anyone who reads this leaves a comment with either your real name, pseudonym, or just plain ol anonymous. Weekend recap post coming up tomorrow. I’m off to save the world…

This commercial sucks and it seems to be on every single commercial break for the shows that I watch. It’s sad because I really dig that song and it fits very poorly with the on screen action, unless of course Microsoft’s brilliant marketing team is going for that audio-visual irony thing… Which I doubt.

Tomorrow we as Americans vote. I’ve never voted before, although I am registered. I’m considering going tomorrow for the whole 5 minutes it will probably take and just pulling the Democrat lever or button or rotary crank or whatever it is you tug/push/operate. I’m so disillusioned with politics that I want as little to do with it as possible. I know the decisions that they make will ultimately affect me, but unless I were to get seriously involved I probably wouldn’t be able to change much. I’m sure that’s the mentality of a lot of young Americans: “I’m just one of millions, how will my voice be heard?”. Winston Churchill (a pretty smart guy, in case you didn’t know) said something that made me laugh: “Democracy is the worst form of government except all those other forms that have been tried from time to time.”

I really dislike the enlongated processes for passing new laws, the slander campaigns that run non-stop on television right around this time, the “Vote For ______” signs that literally pollute major roads (I’m looking squarely at you, Boulevard), the bickering between the two sides, the fact that there are only two sides, candidates who tell lies, candidates who tell half-truths, and it downright infuriates me that those fucking clowns in Washington make $165,000 a year (after, of course, voting to raise their own salaries, something a surprising number of them finally agreed on) and only worked 93 days so far this year. You have to be kidding me.

I did a little research earlier today and found that not one candidate is standing for everything I believe in… Which doesn’t surprise me, for the record, I just wanted to establish that fact. I find it difficult to objectively choose a potential candidate based on political platform alone. Further, it’s difficult for me to choose someone just based on their individual stances. I need to know the person, not the politics, but you’d be hard pressed to find these wankers anywhere accessible the other 11 months of the year. I will vote for a candidate who I don’t necessarily see eye-to-eye with if I believe he or she is genuine, but I’m not willing to go above and beyond just to sit at an affair, albeit formal or informal, with said politician to really get to know them. Some of the ads, however, do give us a bit of insight from time to time. In the course of all these smearing campaigns, I’ll discover that Politician X was at a strip club with so and so and he was drinking *GASP* ALCOHOL. I believe those ads are attempting to make me think: “This man has loose morals and therefore is no kind of leader! He is stricken from my voting palette!” BUT, here’s what the ad actually accomplishes in my mind: “However he decides to spend his leisure time is totally up to him. If sipping on a Long Island Iced Tea and seeing a nice pair of titties bouncing in his face relieves the stress of a hard days work for him (it does, by the way), then right on. Hey, I could really go for a lap dance right about now…” The more “normal” a candidate seems, the more likely they are to get my vote (in my mind, and perhaps in actuality tomorrow).

This is the longest I’ve spent waxing semi-intellectual about politics… probably in my whole life. It’s making my brain hurt and filling me with rage so I will stop now. I hope, at the very least, some light has been shed on how my mind operates when it comes to politics (hint: the answer is either not at all or with incredible fury). Good talk, good talk.

Did I mention this commercial sucks?

Holy shit, where did the summer go? If you used this blog as any indication of passing time, feel free to call me a terrible scribe. One minute it’s June 10th, the next it’s August 21st. Yikes. Well, I can summarize the summer (summerize, if you will) in a few key points and hopefully start making this an integral part of my life again. I miss writing dearly; I truly, truly do.

Nothing is static, everything is transient. I sat for a few hours today reading my old blogs. In case you didn’t know, this particular journal is an amalgamation of every other blog I’ve ever had since the early days of lostintheair.com. That’s five years going on six come this November. I think I’ve learned a few things about myself after reading that much, even stuff from the recent past. I’m becoming less happy. I’ve become less responsible. I’m becoming more apathetic. I’ve wasted a lot of time in gray areas. I’m becoming more removed. Detatched. I can’t explain a lot of it, and it’s not all self-relization. Some of the aforementioned becomings are the combined opinions of peers, family, and professionals. I don’t regret anything, but this pattern simply cannot persist. I was not born as what I’ve come to be. I want to improve and I’m having a hard time moving. Because things are so comfortable right now, I know any step towards a positive direction will become the epicenter of a difficult and possibly lengthy transitory period. A few recent catalysts have set forth a great incentive for change, but it’s a mind-over-matter situation. As soon as I can convince my stupid brain how much better things could be, I think a newer, truer, bluer me should emerge. Ahhhhhh shit.

Let me try to summerize in a few key points. July was hot and sweaty. I learned a lot in school, and took a whole bunch of personal days. I did quite a bit of work for Diztinct and was paid fairly well. Had a couple parties at the house, good times with good friends. August was a repeat, same kind of summer attitude and actions. Mom was on vacation for the past week and it was the most peaceful week I’ve experienced in quite some time. Here we are at current. It was an awful summary, I know, but there wasn’t one defining moment of the summer thus far, just a continuous plateau of goodness.

“How quickly words can become our hands, resigning everything we believe…”