It has been going on like a perpetual hangover. The last time I drank my liver decided to take a vacation from its job and divided the work amongst the rest of my body. My stomach swashed around the unprocessed ethyl like an oak barrel. To say that it felt like my organs were being distilled was an understatement.
But let's step back for a bit and realize the motives of complete negligence to my body. As I am tossed more into the unknown I have found a person can always have two friends: a cigarette to burn and a beer to wash it down. They can prove to be great time wasters. Don't have a T.V.? Why not try a cigarette. Thirsty? Please. Throw that glass of water over your shoulder and opt for something that will numb your throat on the way down. Am I a bohemian yet?
Something occurs when you mix your thoughts with substances and plop down in a social circle. Do the temporary prolific words coming out of your mouth really sink so far in that you go, "Wow, that was too much, excuse me will I head to the toilet to release some of my brilliance".
Let's think about that for a second.
With heavy eyes I am phased with the issue of offering my extremely dedicated soul to work. Man, I am a human being willing to put forth my energy to better someone else's dream. Why not take me? How many other places do I have to slave at before I'm considered a prime cut of meat. I'm essentially given a car with a gallon of gas and a bank account with a negative balance. The quickest answer is, obviously, to drive off the nearest bridge.
Alas, I can bitch and moan to my house plants because they actually enjoy the humidity from my hysterical rants being exhaled onto their leaves. As I like to maintain an ecosystem, I listen to what they have to say by breathing that oh-so-sweet oxygen and tarnish it with my blood.
When will I provide some dignified content to this society? Well, I think it will happen when it decides to listen. So until then I'll drink smoothies spiked with chia seeds to make myself feel better for going through an extra rinse cycle of booze.
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1.14.2015
2.21.2014
Beastume (resume for the future)
There are times when I really do have things to talk about. You know, about my super exciting life and all...which is only exciting if you are one of those people who jump for joy when Dunkin Donuts didn't squeeze an entire cow into your coffee.
In terms of endearing mundane experiences in food services: It is painful that people get upset when something is off from their general expectations.
A good menu generally has a collective of adjectives some Johnny-pencil-pusher aligned in Adobe inDesign or like software because Microsoft Word is for your weak. All of you who put "proficient in Word" in your list of skills is like saying, "I can breathe, and poop at the same time".
And yes, I intended that to be an outdoor toilet.
After watching various videos of CES 2014 (If you don't know what that is, it's an electronic showroom for innovative and futuristic technologies) tomorrows technology has been harkening to a different drum. One that rapidly evolves and grows with traditions are built upon sand castles.
Let's tip-toe to the past when we had to learn cursive. All those damn cursive exercises cramping your poor undeveloped muscles and made writing a pain in the ass. They all looked similar, or didn't make sense at all. Only time you saw cursive in use was your teachers pseudo cursive comments like GREAT! or AWESOME! on your school papers. I was lucky to relive this pain my junior year of college when I was studying Japanese. ひらがな カタカナ 難しい. Under the dictatorship of the strictest 101 class I've ever had, stroke order hash that, flick this, dot there, cross here repeatrepeatrepeat I realized Kanji blew cursive out of the water in terms of complexity.
If we fast forward to today, what we were exposed in grade school seems pale in comparison to the abundance of technological advancements. I remember when texting was first introduced to the masses. I sent 6 texts on my first phone. They cost me 50 cents each. Now my phone can take videos of my dog's swag and has more abilities than my Windows 95. I still miss the good old AIM though. That running yellow man connected friends you wouldn't normally call.
Was that running man the start of isolation though? In High School people used to get asked out via text, broken up with a text, and had blood from their hearts splattered on the send button. As generations of kids start to grow into awareness they plant their faces on smart phone screens. Social media governs who is popular or not. People are so immersed in the digital world that it has adapted into our lives with online dating, porn, shopping, and awesome blogs like this one.
But is it too much? Is it taking away form "human" interaction and experience? Are we too reliant? Is some Terminator-Matrix shit about to go down? Or is it just part of evolution?
Where do you stand?
In terms of endearing mundane experiences in food services: It is painful that people get upset when something is off from their general expectations.
A good menu generally has a collective of adjectives some Johnny-pencil-pusher aligned in Adobe inDesign or like software because Microsoft Word is for your weak. All of you who put "proficient in Word" in your list of skills is like saying, "I can breathe, and poop at the same time".
After watching various videos of CES 2014 (If you don't know what that is, it's an electronic showroom for innovative and futuristic technologies) tomorrows technology has been harkening to a different drum. One that rapidly evolves and grows with traditions are built upon sand castles.
Let's tip-toe to the past when we had to learn cursive. All those damn cursive exercises cramping your poor undeveloped muscles and made writing a pain in the ass. They all looked similar, or didn't make sense at all. Only time you saw cursive in use was your teachers pseudo cursive comments like GREAT! or AWESOME! on your school papers. I was lucky to relive this pain my junior year of college when I was studying Japanese. ひらがな カタカナ 難しい. Under the dictatorship of the strictest 101 class I've ever had, stroke order hash that, flick this, dot there, cross here repeatrepeatrepeat I realized Kanji blew cursive out of the water in terms of complexity.
If we fast forward to today, what we were exposed in grade school seems pale in comparison to the abundance of technological advancements. I remember when texting was first introduced to the masses. I sent 6 texts on my first phone. They cost me 50 cents each. Now my phone can take videos of my dog's swag and has more abilities than my Windows 95. I still miss the good old AIM though. That running yellow man connected friends you wouldn't normally call.
Was that running man the start of isolation though? In High School people used to get asked out via text, broken up with a text, and had blood from their hearts splattered on the send button. As generations of kids start to grow into awareness they plant their faces on smart phone screens. Social media governs who is popular or not. People are so immersed in the digital world that it has adapted into our lives with online dating, porn, shopping, and awesome blogs like this one.
But is it too much? Is it taking away form "human" interaction and experience? Are we too reliant? Is some Terminator-Matrix shit about to go down? Or is it just part of evolution?
Where do you stand?
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