Entropy be damned

I have noticed of late a drifting of my energies away from that solid individual I have worked so hard to create. Now, though I do love to toot my own horn, I am not tooting my own horn. Maybe just a little. I am, instead, issuing a call to arms.

Let the trombones' fanfare echo in my heart as I lift myself from despair. Begone atrophy of body, mind, and spirit.

Up. Up, I say. Rise to face the day and do something. Because action is life, and inaction is the opposite of action. So, if inaction is the opposite of action and action is life, what does that make inaction.

I know that sometimes we've gotta wait by and see things move on their own (like children learning to ride a bike or something), but that's a choice. And choose is an action word. And that is how I roll.

It's on the bag

I've picked up a new hobby lately. I enjoy it about as much as I thought I might. Here's the lowdown. I go and visit local potential employers and ask them whether they accept resumes. If they do, I give them one of mine. If they don't, I ask for an application. But the fun doesn't end there. I also ask if the application is available online, but most potential employers tell me that up front.

Case in point: I went out to a job fair the other day and it was nearly a two hour drive. The only employer at the fair talked to me for a moment and said, "You can give us your paper resume, but it would be better to apply online." I have to say, I was under the impression that a job fair is all about meeting people in person, but I'm wrong often enough that I wouldn't be surprised if it happened again.

So, if you have any leads on jobs that require writing, teaching, or theatre (I know, it has an E on the end. Blame my schooling.), please let me know. I'd love to further my list of applications because, as a hobby, I like it.

Don't worry though, I know that when I say you, I'm really talking to me. This is like some otherworldly trick to get me to talk to myself some more. Well, I'm not falling for it this time Gribnebop. You'll have to try harder than that.

Love and Friendship

This morning I happened to be on the BYU campus and a student suggested a topic for my writing. I wasn't looking for a serious subject, I was only looking for two or three words to spawn a line of thought for a writing exercise. Just like in theatre, where improvisation exists as an exercising the skills commonly applied by talented artists, a writer sometimes will write without any forethought and perhaps stumble upon a muse resting beside a clump of birch. Every once in a while we will find this muse and the point of this exercise immediately becomes a mad rush to wake the muse before our onward rushing minds carry us beyond the effective range of our voices and we lose our chance at creating something extraordinary (or at least ordinary).

In writing, as in theatre, we very rarely stumble upon these muses, but we do find that we are inadvertently honing the skills we need to capture and wake our muses when the day finally comes when we do find them sleeping just where they were the last time we missed our chance.

But I'm not here to write about writing. I'm here to generally annoy people...I mean, I'm here to write about my thoughts...I mean, I'm here to write with the barest minimum of thought which may have the effect found at the beginning of this ludicrous and grammatically incorrect sentence. But that will only happen if I'm lucky.

So, BYU students once thought that BYU stored enough food to feed the whole student body in case of an emergency. When I heard that this morning I immediately thought of the LDS church's suggestion that each member store enough food for a year. I wondered where the food was stored. I hadn't seen any granaries nearby.

The student that I was talking to then informed me that BYU had stopped storing this large amount of food and required students to come up with their own storage. But wait, it's not as bad as it sounds. When said student mentioned food storage, she was talking about an emergency supply of food for a week and a 72 hour emergency kit.

Why shouldn't a college student be able to store a week's worth of food. I've been a college student. A one week supply of ramen noodles fits nicely in a cupboard. Any person intelligent enough to get to college ought to at least have the intelligence required to have enough food in case of an emergency. I know that isn't always the case, but I could do it, and I'm not even that smart.

Oh, well. It turns out that BYU doesn't, and never did have food stored for 33,000 students. That's just the food that they have on campus at any given time in the on campus kitchens, vending machines, and food court. So, it looks like this blog is once again pointless.

Thank goodness.