Blogging on Mobile? Shut Up!

It's been a long time since I made a post on here, but my love of technology has brought me back. Love may not be strong enough... Obsession!

With the creation of Google+, the Amazon App Market, and a million other mobile apps, I have become reinvigorated. Most of my time away from work is spent on my phone it on my computer. But finding new content and new ways too share it is too fun to resist!

Alright. That blog was pretty bad. But what do you expect? I'm typing on a phone.

Disappointment

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I have experienced my fair share of it, in life. Yet, I fear it still. I should know by now that my fear of disappointment can only perpetuate the sort of paranoia I see my friends suffer from regularly. The sort of paranoia I suffer from now. I have a terrible habit of over-thinking things. Of making something out of nothing. It takes away from a million opportunities, and not just the ones you spend so much time and energy expecting. Opportunities to see life in a new and wonderful way.

One can make something out of nothing in a more productive manner by avoiding that paranoia. Its healthy to plan, but not to plan for the worst. Our defense mechanisms are only holding us back, unless we accept our fate. It is perfectly healthy to anticipate bad things, so long as you anticipate the good as well. Understanding the balance, and knowing we share a role with everyone can only help us reach our own potential. One can find a beauty and a poetry with the bad that would be absent without the good. And the same can come of good with bad. But when one lets doubt fill their head, when one ignores the good and only anticipates the worst, then emotion will take over their better judgment, instead of working with it. There are a few people I know who appear to have lost that judgment all together. Who won't allow themselves to see the cycle for what it is, and only end up seeing what it does for them and their agenda.

I have to avoid these thoughts, this sort of selfishness. I don't want to see myself embittered by my failures, by my lack of accomplishments, by things out of my control, or by my useless regrets. I want to rise from the ashes with every defeat, stronger than ever. I want to feel no shame for what I have achieved. I want to truly believe that my path is chosen for me, and to follow it with my head up. I want to feel no regret for anything I have done. Life will go on no matter what happens, unless it ends. And until that moment, the only thing I have the power to change is my perspective. Everything happens for a reason. Everyone has their place. We all serve something greater than ourselves. Whether it be God, or the Earth, or the people around us, it doesn't matter what we serve or what happens. We are fulfilling that purpose. The true test is to enjoy it.

Complacency's Ugly Face Has Shown In My Mirror

I am becoming increasingly concerned with how I spend my time. This all started with the new year and the passing of a friend. But this concern is becoming frustration. And I only have myself to blame. I have stumbled through these last two years with a level of complacency I had never imagined myself capable of. I now stand before myself in mirror, a reflection of that apathy.

I fear my job has much to do with it. Food running had been a mindless job with good pay that I could lean on without much worry. Having time and money to do whatever I like, for the most part. But instead of using them to further myself, I dug myself deeper into this hole of indifference. And now, after changing jobs within the company, I have lost some of that time and much of that money. Another wise move by me.

And the only solution I have been able to think of is to look forward, past the James and Primehouse. How am I going to accomplish that step with the job market as it is, and with my constant barrage of bills? I'm not entirely sure. I just know that I need to make some real changes in my life to better it, even if it may be worse at first. I need money to do the things I want to do and go the places I'd like to go. But there are things I should be doing in Chicago. And if I'm not doing those things in my present situation, I need to reassess.

Until I find another opportunity, or another presents itself to me, I will remain at Primehouse. But now I will use it to build towards something greater. Because if I don't, whats the use in staying?

Avatar - What we have in common, and who sets themselves apart.

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The recent adoration of pretentious, slow-moving, heady films has become detrimental to the film industry. Before, it seemed that film snobs were judged simply by the number of names they could rattle off. Naming obscurities within any group of snobs is a time-honored tradition. But these faux-indie films have turned the mass public into snobs. Their taste somehow above the Hollywood status quo. And these people seem to believe that the status quo includes Avatar.

Avatar is a ground-breaking movie, visually. It cost a LOT of money to make. We're talking hundreds of thousands of dollars. As soon as these at-home critics catch the sight of those sorts of numbers their immediate reaction is judgement. Which in most cases is understandable. Studios spend a lot of money on big action movies with huge explosions and hole-ridden plots. Avatar is not one of those movies.

James Cameron built an entire world for this film. Much of the money went towards new and revolutionary production techniques to bring that world to life. The film is an epic, and an instant classic. The story is one that has arguably been told before, but that argument can be made about every single film to come out in the history of film. All based around specific stories or classic dramatic arcs, with reference to a multitude of recent and historic events, and to pass judgment on it for that is absurdly idiotic.

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The people that stand in judgement of this film are ignorant and insecure. They want to appear to be intelligent by putting down what is commonly considered to be great. Common was once used more often as an insult. But common is what we share. Common is The Beatles and The Rolling Stones; common is crotch kicks and fart jokes; common is Christmas Vacation and Silence of the Lambs; common is Salvador Dali and Pablo Picasso. These are our shared experiences, brought together by art.

The ever more growing population of snobs are simply standing out for the sake of standing out. They are the High School goth kids of the film world. They are insecure and selfish; in order to control how they are judged, to save their feelings, they make themselves entirely unlikable or unapproachable except by each other, their "peers". Pretentiousness is not a show of intelligence, but rather an admission of insecurity. The pretentious have something to prove and I refuse to give them the satisfaction by stroking their ego.

Responsibility

I'm doing something I haven't done in a year: holding onto money. And what was I doing last year? Moving. I'm moving in with my friend Carlos. But his lease isn't up until the end of October, mine at the end of September. So, I have to put my whole apartment worth of shit into storage and move in with my sister and her husband for a month. Did I mention they just got married last month? Ugh. I have miraculously saved the money for the movers and storage, have a paycheck coming in a week for the deposit on the new place (still working on finding it) and paying my sister for her generosity, and two more paychecks and a security deposit coming in before I step foot into my new place.

Why is it that in crunch time I seem to be super responsible, and then at all other times throw caution and planning to the wind? At least I'm capable of being responsible. I probably couldn't say that three years ago. I was only employed fifty percent of the time, and I was living in my mother's apartment in Dexter, MI.

But to continue this string of responsibility, I have to take it beyond moving. I have headshots to obtain, and an agency to be signed by. I need to get acting work. I need a new computer. I need to go on an awesome vacation. And most importantly, I need to save for the biggest change in my life... my move to LA. If I can continue this trend of careful spending and meticulous planning, I could be living comfortably in a nice apartment in LA, with a car, a job, and an agent in two years.

Wish me luck.

The Day I Rediscovered The Internet

The Internet and I have not been as close as we used to be. I know that some of you who may read this blog might suspect that statement false, but I assure you it is not. I used to be online constantly, for a whole array of things. Facebook has now become a dominating force, almost to the point of spoiling my enjoyment of the Web altogether.

It took a sinus infection for me to finally leap over the great divide that had been seperating the Internet and I. The boredom with my DVR full to the brim with old Conan O'Brien and episodes of The Simpsons I've seen countless times lead me to my reimmersion. I was suddenly reading articles on nytimes.com, listening to Baroness on myspace, and here - blogging. I even wandered around my work's website, and read my execture chef's blog.

Part of me is glad for being ill - the other part of me's torso hurts from all the coughing, but - I had forgotten how much there was to do here until I was forced into sollitary confinement by this damned infection. I feel reconnected with an old friend, and will now finally have some use for this big old piece of shit computer taking up half of my apartment.

Exciting Times (rambles)

I start classes at iO in less than a week! I've been waiting for this for months!! This is the reason I moved to Chicago, to act, and I can't wait to start. I'm single, which is good times. Out on the scene, meeting girls, having a good time. AND Sambone is coming into town for Pitchfork, next weekend!

Times couldn't get much better, right now.

These last 10 months have been pretty rough, truth be told. Plenty of good times, don't get me wrong. Some new friends, visits home, Costa Rica, the bachelor party... all of that was a blast. But those moments between... the lonliness, the boredom, the lack of money (at times). It's hard not to slip into apathy, when you don't feel you've much to live for. Just living for another day isn't as romantic as it sounds. But finally things are looking up, and I have a chance to make something of this move.

I'll still miss my friends. I don't know when that will stop, if ever. There are few people that really come to understand you as well as those friends from home. Maybe I was just lucky. But I hope they all move away to cool cities, so I can visit them. Home is becoming annoyingly familiar.

I can't really find a place to end this. I didn't really know where I was going.

Ah well, The end.