Showing posts with label Age. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Age. Show all posts

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Alice in Wonderland

"Well, after this, I should think nothing of falling down stairs." -- Alice 
Did you ever wake up one morning and realize that everything was changing all at once and without adequate warning or provocation? This is happening to me right now. Suddenly, I am Alice, falling down the rabbit hole, destination unknown. I find myself in this midway point where nothing makes any sense. There is no gravity, so I can't find a place to cetner, ground or focus myself. The walls are blurred and vague so I can't even get a bearing to find out which direction I'm going, for all I know, I'm going to land any day now and find that I've turned up in some mysterious land where up is down and in is under. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll end up with a smart-assed cat as a tour-guide. He'll speak in riddles and the people I meet will be essential to my ongoing development, and eventual acceptance of my fate.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy

"The very worst poetry in the universe was written by one Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex. Thankfully it was destroyed when the earth was." -- The Book.

Continuing my three-part series on my Needs, Wants and Do-Not-Wants with regard to relationshippy goodness, I spent most of my morning at work in deep discussion with myself. If you read my post, entitled Latter Days, yesterday, or today, you'll likely remember that I identified three needs in a potential relationship. I should clarify, since it was brought up to me, that I acknowledge that I am the common denominator in all of my relationships. I should also note that anybody who says this is a sodding idiot who obviously doesn't understand the human heart, or the ways in which people interact. While I am the common denominator in all of my relationships, there are other aspects to a relationship which add, or detract from the dynamic. So if you're one of those douche bags, go away, before I kick you and throw sticks at your face. That said, let us continue, shall we?

Friday, December 17, 2010

Driving Miss Daisy

"An old nigger and an old Jew woman takin' off down the road together... that is one sorry sight! "-- State Trooper
Now, this may come as a shock to you, but I think I might be a racist. For that matter, I think I might be a sexist too. Furthermore, I'm pretty much a bad human being, and I'm probably going to hell. I know, I know, Kate Monster and Princeton taught us that everyone is a little bit racist, (Or in the case of Christmas Eve, a ritter bit lacist) but I honestly don't think there is a single combination of race, intelligence, gender, sexual orientation of religion that I genuinely wouldn't make fun of if presented with the opportunity. Sure, there are the easy ones, like black lesbian Jewish lawyers, and female Asian drivers, but when it comes right down to it, I don't think there is a single person that is off limits for me. I make fun of the gays all the time, so it's not a personal thing. Same with white people. Even intelligent beautiful people with enormous IQs and fabulous style aren't safe from my tongue. Ok, that came out wrong, but you know what I mean. 

Saturday, December 04, 2010

Pi π

"Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six I did."

I like math. It's not like I'm Asian or anything. I don't spend my weekends memorizing the digits of π in an effort to compete with Lu Chao, and take the world record. I don't send emails to math professors asking for unsolved equations to toy with when I'm bored. I'm not Will Hunting, I just like math. I think it's interesting. Surprising, when you consider that the furthest I ever bothered to go with math was Calc/Trig (I list them together because I took them in the same semester) I understand the basics of almost all well-known collective mathematical theorems. I tend to stay away from things that only an engineer would need, but I've been known to secretly read a text book when nobody is looking just to learn something outrageous and new.

Lately though, when showcasing my math-knowledge, I've been poked at. You'd be surprised how intimidating math is. Some people have gotten downright mean with me in fact. Surprisingly, not even as a result of especially rare, or complex math. For instance, while working on my post about how I hate Netflix customers, I was doing head math to calculate how many DVDs we process on a given day for the sake of said post. I was talking to myself trying to memorize the numbers, during a break, and my coworkers started commenting on my math skills, and asking me if I'm some sort of freakish Asian calculator. This of course led to the sense of ostracism that I had in elementary and high school when I knew how to spell the words that other kids had nightmares about. Asian-hating aside, it seems a bit silly that grown men and women are so willing to ignore, fear or outright hate knowledge.  

When did knowledge become something to fear as an adult? You'd be amazed at how quickly somebody will jump on the offensive or go to their, 'kill-it-with-fire' place because you've given them a piece of information, or provided them with knowledge they didn't know before. God forbid you tell a 'Wiccan' that they're using the word incorrectly, or God super-forbid you mention that the religion itself was developed and formalized in the 1930s and most scholars agree that it has nothing to do with prior anthropological evidence about duotheistic religions. I'll admit it, I can be confrontational at times, but I never pass on knowledge in an effort to make people feel smaller than me, and in fact, encourage people to give me new information to fill up my head. I figure I'm not using all of the memory space in my brainputer, so why not learn more. What better place to learn more than from other human beings? 

I have lived by,and celebrate the fact that I know a little about a lot, and a lot about a little. The areas where I perform highest are in Music, Math, Language, Psychology, and Religion. These are the five areas that I have put huge amounts of time into, and really they're all tied back to the fact that music is my life. I find lately though, that the more people I meet, the more I realize that most people don't even know a little about a lot. Most people know almost nothing. 

The old adage that knowledge is power, seems to be considerably less prevalent. When did high school, or college, mean the end of education? Are Katrina and I the only people I know who read for the sake of knowledge, and engage in wiki-suck purely for the sense of joy it fills us with to know that the unused space in our minds has been filled with newness? I sure hope not, because if we are, then I'm pretty sure than things are going to get really ugly really fast. 

I sure hope that my friends, the people that I entrust with my future, are worthy of such trust. Here's to hoping that we aren't alone in our never-ending quest for knowledge. Let me be the first to say that if you ever need to learn something new, I am always available to give you a drop of knowledge. likewise, if you ever learn something fascinating, and feel like sharing, my brainbanks will gladly take your deposit. 

Thursday, October 28, 2010

So titles are sort of mandatory?


I have been putting this blog post off for at least a couple of months because I hate trying to sum myself up. It’s not like I’m this super amazing entity whose super-power is being impossible to describe. There are just so many other things to talk about, but I’ve come to the conclusion that if I would ever like to address anything else I have to cover the subject of myself first. Or that’s at least how Josh feels.

I can find merit in almost anything. Honestly. As a result I take a lot of really ridiculous things far too seriously. If you get me on a subject I can, and most likely will, ramble on about it until you feel something akin to brain freeze, or so I’ve been told. Wow I’m not really doing a good job selling myself here, let’s start over:

Hey internet! It’s Katrina! I kick ass! I am at least as cool as you are, future loyal reader, if not far cooler. I am constantly having an amazing time, hanging out with a crowd populated by only the hippest people in the—

Oh who am I kidding? If I’m not working, I’m generally at home hitting the Stumble button until I go to bed. I’m not a hermit, but going out is just so taxing. I guess that’s another thing you know about me: I’m ridiculously introverted. Despite what I said about StumbleUpon like five seconds ago, I am pretty good at entertaining myself. My brain (and I say that because I feel no real control over this process) takes just about everything to a ridiculous place. I guess that’s why I want to get this post out of the way so bad. I have all of these outrageous thoughts and I’m tired of keeping them to myself.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Bring It On

I'm sexy, I'm cute! I'm popular to boot!
I'm bitchin' , great hair! The boys all love to stare!
I'm wanted, I'm hot! I'm everything your not!
I'm pretty, I'm cool! I dominate the school!
Who am I? Just guess! Guys wanna touch my chest!
I'm rockin'! I smile! And many think I'm vile.
I'm flyin', I jump! You can look but don't you hump! Whoo!
I'm major, I roar! I swear I'm not a whore!
We cheer and we lead! *clapclap*
We act like we're on speed! *clapclap*

You hate us cause we're beautiful well we don't like you either!
We're cheerleaders! We are cheerleaders! Roll Call!
Hi! I'm Josh. Joshua to my enemies, Joshie to my friends, Kaeden to some other friends that I only really talked to for like a month when Katrina and I were trying to be different people than the people we are, which led to a lot of confusion and ambiguous weirdness and sex but I digress.This is my introductory post. Katrina says I have to post mine before she'll post hers.

If I were secretly-insecure, pompous, or I wanted you to like me, I would say that I never know what to say in these things, and that I don't like to talk about myself. Those words would be lies. The fact of the matter is that I love to talk about myself, find it hard to stop sometimes, and will spend most of my spare time thinking about what I would say in response to various questions about myself, my attitudes and the life I lead. I promise to limit myself though. Most of what makes me myself you'll probably learn through the course of this blog, and everything else is unimportant.

The most important parts of me can be summed up into 3 key points.

1: I'm 26. This is important because I've crossed the quarter-century mark, which means that I'm not a girl, not yet a woman. Wait ... That's not right. I'm not very old at all, but I've accomplished plenty and squeezed a lot into these 26 years. The one downside is that I'm pretty much on my deathbed in gay years. Which brings me to important note 2.

2: I'm gay. Well, that's the simple word. Really, I fall in love with people based on their personalities, souls, cute butts and adorability. Genitals don't really play into the equation. Strangely, aside from a couple girlfriends, boys seem to be the best bet for my personality type. So, to make things easier, I just say I'm gay. It keeps people from paying too much attention to my love life.

3: I live for music. Period. It is my life-force. Music is the blood in my veins and the words that get caught in my larynx. They fill me up with purpose and direction. The way to my heart is through song and flattery. The way to convince me of your worth is to quote obscure lyrics. A common game of mine is for friends and I to try and trip each other up on facebook by guessing the titles associated with obscure lyrics.

So, that's me.