Here's my attempt at a proper HELLO entry : D
So, at the very least, i'm looking for- and have found here on DW- a classic blogging website... as both (a) a way of expressing myself in the art of diary and blog (as in thoughts and feelings, opinions, quandaries, etc.)... and as a way of boycotting all of the B.S. that the internet has provided the world with, since I started blogging and went to College.
My next entry will start with myself at the age of 18, in 2003 (sentimental to me because of that part of my life and things going on offline), using Blurty and MSN Messenger, and only at home... and it'll go from there, but that was the pinnacle of NECESSARY social media. It peaked there, and then Mark Zuckerberg turned us all into 2-dimensional zombies, who aren't interested in getting to know more than the SurfacE, of the people around them.
The (b) intent: to find, meet and interact, with other people who've somehow found themselves on this platform.. who've been brave enough (since the internet's been warped by dick-photographers and mental cases that have nothing better to do then spam: spam or their negative)- sorry, brave enough, to share their thoughts and feelings on the net, the way the BLOG originally intended them to. example: people tweet, mainly PR for their glib social ability,, or use a tumblr, to repost something produced by someone else, and they're considered "deep",,, people take a photo, and they're a "photographer"?? people pose in-FRONT of the camera, and they're a "model"?? and sadly whether they can admit it or not,, most of the world has been reduced to this now... it's sad, it's really sad.
Someone tell me there's a life happening and a whirlwind of experiences and emotions along with it! Someone tell me there's someone who can type + a soul inside the body. Even if we're strangers, i'll be more than happy to read and comment on your journals, than clicking a like button on the minute-to-minute bullshit, posted by people i supposedly know in life.
Blog renaissance, Let it be.
Here's my attempt at a proper HELLO entry : D
Alright, I love the smell of writing a blog in the morning. It smells like... victory. So it's Wednesday morning, and these are the days my friend Nick and I, record our Podcast, Fuklemonde. That's french for "fuck the world". I won't say too much more about it, but if you're interested, pm me and maybe i'll send you a link.
In the meantime, in the part of Canada I live, we had freezing rain last night, and I literally almost got into a terrible car accident, on a road that CLEARLY had no road maintenance, even consider salting it. I was sliding for a good ten seconds, which is an eternity when it's pitch black through the windows, and all you're doing is sliding. But then I thought, this is like a metaphor for the region. For those of you who've never been to Kitchener/Waterloo, Ontario... We are a University city, some big businesses in the heart of downtown Kitchener, some just outside, and Waterloo has 2 University campuses over there, in Waterloo. Here and there in between are struggling, but good-moment-having venues and Portland OR-like cafes and artistic places, with the art-rich neighbourhood we bless ourselves with having. Everything else is made up of druggies, blue-collar folks, newfies (don't laugh, my Mom's from the East Coast), and in an increasingly more impossible region for anyone to desire either living in, or buying a house in. If you're a yuppie moving in from Toronto, have fun here, the rest of us have to look elsewhere.
So, sometimes I have to worry just a little bit and wonder, where does that put me on the spectrum? Without giving the person who may read this, too much of an insight.. the decisions I made in my education between childhood and now, have led me to a full-time job in a Pork Factory, following (not too closely) by 10+ years working retail, at Partsource. I studied Music and Broadcasting at College, and no career there. My girlfriend and I want to move in together, but before that i've had to seriously work some things out, like how... and other things like, how. I have SOME answers for that, but it still remains a mystery.
The other frustration, is that she lives in another city, about 45 minutes away off 401/6 hwy, and works regular hours, which means I only get to see her from Friday night to Sunday morning... which should answer the question you wouldn't ask probably: why do you never say yes to Saturday over-time shifts, Todd? So, to give you SOME insight, i'm anxiously awaiting to hear back from Conestoga College in the next couple of weeks, to find out if I got accepted. If so, i'll be going back to school for Office Administration-Executive (in the category of...Business? whaaat). So wish me luck on that. I seem to have an easy time with/interest in, typing at length, simply for my own amusement, and solitary work :P...
And so concludes this morning's stream of consciousness. Have a good day!
PS: If you ever see me having written a british-ism, it's cause I secretly want to live in England (not the England riddled with economic and other problems of today, but maybe 20yrs-10yrs ago when my favourite bands were still coming out of there), Cheers!