May 5, 2008 at 1:09 pm · Filed under Uncategorized
I haven’t been using this space for much yet. I’m not quite sure what I want to do with it.
I’ve had a few ideas here and there of various business ventures I’d like to move toward in my life. I cannot with any honesty attest to their usefulness or viability just yet. Everything I know about business and entrepeneurship has been intuitive, which in some cases can make for a much more tenacious and earnest approach to business. Still, I want to make sure I create properties that are both viable and useful. Hell, I want to put enough forethought into them that scaling will only pose a small problem!
April 5, 2008 at 1:32 am · Filed under Writing
“Mattie! Soup!”
I could hear my mother yelling from the kitchen. I slowly finished typing the last sentence of a paper and rushed down the stairs. My mother stood next to the stove dipping a ladle into a giant pot on a burner. She carefully poured two and a half ladles worth of soup into a bowl and handed it to me.
I carefully walked to the kitchen table, mouth salivating from the delicious scent of chicken soup invading my nostrils. My mother poured herself a bowl and sat down next to me at the table.
I grabbed a small saucer of freshly cut dill from the center of the table and sprinkled some onto my soup. After handing the saucer over to my mother, I looked carefully at my bowl.
There I saw one of the most subtle displays of affection. My mother was careful to ladle out more broth than vegetables and meat. She made sure there was no chicken bone in my bowl. My mother knew how I liked to eat my soup.
I stirred the dill into my soup with my spoon and then I took a big slurp of it.
“Great soup, Mum,” I said emphatically, “Just the way I like it.”
March 30, 2008 at 8:00 pm · Filed under Writing
This morning I woke up tired again. I wiggled my toes and watched the dark green stripes on my socks move and dance. I’m not sure what I’m doing with my life these days. Unemployment while in college is not fun – especially when you spend most of the hours of the day within the confines of your home.
After letting out a few yawns, I lazily walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. No sense showering today. I wasn’t leaving the house. I absently stared at my reflection in the mirror for a few minutes.
My world has been getting smaller rather than larger, lately. This seems to be contributing to my dull mood. The job market sucks. My classes suck. My hygiene (lately) sucks.
This morning I woke up tired again. I clenched and unclenched my hands and gritted my teeth. My morning cup of tea was moderately refreshing and I sat sipping it while watching an elephant paint a self-portrait.
I decided it was time to get down to business and submitted my resume to a few job listings while reading my next assignment while taking a practice quiz while changing songs on my Zune while eating a bagel while reading the news.
My brain whirred and chugged along, retaining this bit of information and releasing that bit. Multi-tasking sucks. Studying sucks. This tea sucks.
This morning I woke up tired again. I grumbled and mumbled my way out of bed and into my bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror for a few minutes before brushing my teeth. My eyes were droopy. The corners of my mouth were droopy. After a quick gargle and rinse, my gaze drifted toward the shower and I shrugged. I wasn’t leaving the house today.
The cream cheese on my bagel was a welcomed diversion from the white snowy patches in my yard. I stood over the sink, bagel in one hand, newspaper in the other. I read the funny papers and chomped on my bagel, occasionally chuckling over Marmaduke’s antics or how Dennis isn’t really very menacing at all.
I washed the plate I had set my bagel on and watched a squirrel run across the snow in my backyard. Routines suck. Snow sucks. This bagel sucks.
