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we're not kids anymore.
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There are such definite stages of "after work tired. Currently I am too tired to effectively Netflix binge but not tired enough to nap which puts me at the perfect level to mindlessly go through my mobile acts. The true torment comes when my phone dies and I stare at the ceiling wondering if I can will myself to get up and get my charger.
It blows my mind people take six months of their life and hike a trail that's 2000 miles long. Just wow. That's amazing. The crazier thing to me is that they are brave enough to halt their life in the world outside of that trail and just go. Leave it behind. I would love to make this a goal of mine but I know I never could.
Chicago skyline from the south side.
Airport Construction Kind of a cool photo I captured on a jobsite.
I have grown so tired of our news media and our political leaders. I feel consumed in frustration with every breaking story and political engagement. As for our politicians, I'm exhausted of the lack of compromise. There's no concessions anymore. Just blame. No middle of the isle. Our political parties are as separated as a middle school dance. The crowd in the state of the union address could have been two bantering fraternities and I wouldn't have known any better. Unprofessional behavior from the leaders we elect to represent us. That behavior does not represent me. And the media. If anyone should be labeled extremists it's them. Dramatically edited footage and slanted story delivery hasn't only reported "news" to the masses but has provoked further unsettlement. Broadcasts are full of assumptions and speculations from "experts" instead of just facts. What a disgrace to journalism. I don't know how to be involved anymore. I can't stand behind our county's policy makers and I can't trust information from reporters. At the moment I don't know how I can be proud to be American.
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Sorry I fell of the planet but I'm gonna try to get back in the groove.
There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there has always been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that āmy ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.
Issac Asimov (via man-of-prose)
Back from the dead
Hi.
Iāve been away for a while. Iām back now. No good reason for my absence.
Hmm. I have a job. Thatās important. You make money, you get old, you die. Nah just kidding, that sounds really morbid.
As far as the job goes itās going really well. I have some career questions but Iām not really sure whom to go to because I donāt really want to ask my boss if I should look around or not⦠Thatās just a bad idea.
I live near Chicago now. Suburb life. Pros: Transportation is a cinch. Park anywhere and drive wherever your little heart desires. 30 minute metra ride downtown. Minimal north/south traffic. Cheaper. Cons: itās not cool to say I live in the burbs. Canāt really say I live in the city.
I feel like maybe Iām missing out on living in the city in the very small window of time I could do that in but then again Iād only be doing it to say I did it. Idk why itās appealing but it is.
Iām lifting now and liking it. Whoāda thought. Iām pretty alright at it too. Getting into reading about it and doing minor supplements and Iām even on a ācutā right now. Watch out. Itās nice to have a goal.
The goal does eat a lot of my limited post work time though. By the time I do that and prep/eat a meal, Iām looking at ~9Ā oāclock. Then me and my roomates will zone out too a few Netflix shows.
Thatās pretty much it. Hopefully Iām still nearly as creative as I used to be on here.
Too many don't appreciate wheat while it's green.
And every time it's a step back.
And though I may live by day, I do so love the night.
I had this stunning realization today while driving. I love my truck. Have since high school. Itās small. Itās yellow. It gets the job done. Today Iām driving back to my place and I hear my shocks squeaking. My leathers ripped. My buttons are weathered or missing. My side seat panel falls off. My passenger door is offset. My CD player doesnāt work. And I never think about that stuff. Ever. I drive a few hours a week and I never think about the imperfections, even when Iām directly dealing with them. Even in those testing moments, that yellow truck is perfect.
Now my girlfriend is probably upset because this is about my truck and not her. I get it. The thing is though is that every blue moon I glimpse these imperfections with my truck. That doesnāt happen with her. Theyāre there. They have to be there; no ones perfect. But theyāre not there for me.
And thatās just pretty darn alright.
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