The Beauty and Horror of Opportunity

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I think Mr. Rogers gets a bad rap.

In many a discussion, this kind man has been used as scapegoat for people hating on “lazy millenials,” namely pinpointing his constant recitation of his uplifting opinion that we could be anything we want to be. This post admittedly isn’t a rejoinder against the idea that millenials are lazy, which will probably be a later post seeing as how a DESPISE watching so many of my friends grind in creative fields just for people to call us lazy, but then that’s the nature of generational discrimination (I’ve already caught myself and those close to me judging the generation below us for various things). No, this post is focusing directly on that mantra: that you can be anything you want to be.

Growing up, I can vouch that my generation heard this a LOT. I obviously can’t say anything for higher generations, but we heard it on TV and in movies. We heard it from parents, from teachers, from coaches, from counselors. We did exercises in early grades focused on dreaming big and deciding what we want to be in the future. We graduated to a reading from Dr. Seuss’s “Oh the Places You’ll Go.” This was the world we lived in: a world that constantly told us to lock in our dreams and do what it takes to achieve those. Continue reading

In Defense of Food

For my first personal blog post in over a month (Thanks again to those who covered April for me), I wanted to cover a very important topic.

So, let’s talk about how great food is.

For those who know me, I don’t eat a particularly large amount of food in a sitting. I don’t really snack too much. I’m actually quite picky, getting me to eat vegetables is a friggin’ chore. However, I appreciate well crafted, well cooked food. I appreciate the appreciation of delicious food. Food is very important to me. I love making it, I love eating it, and I love watching it be made. Continue reading

Guest Post: I Am A Turkey Sandwich

Personally, this month has been a very enjoyable month for me on this blog. I love writing blogs, but I REALLY enjoyed hitting up people in my life that I care about and respect and saying “Write whatever you want.” I think honestly, in the realm of writing, we have this very restrictive stigma. People too often write what other people want. They write for what they think will sell. They write for a school assignment. Rarely do they just sit down and say “Yo, what thoughts do I have that I wanna get out?”

Thank you to everyone involved. Gonna have to do a guest post thing more often. Maybe once a month. I’ll look at the logistics.

Anywho, closing out this month with a lady I’ve always known to be unafraid to speak her mind. My sister in law is a mother of 3 (including 1 set of twins), an Air Force Vet, and a generally fantastic/inspirational human. How my brother ever tricked her into marrying him, I’ll never know. We’re all still figuring it out, really.

Thanks again to all who read and wrote! Much love!                                        ~C


I like turkey sandwiches. It’s pretty much one of my favorite things in the world. You could say I’m a connoisseur of two things: cheap red wine and the turkey sandwich. White bread, swiss cheese, mayo, mustard, lettuce, tomato, and sliced turkey. I’m getting hungry just typing that. They’re simple and always yummy. It’s relatively hard to screw up. You can spice them up with bacon or sliced avocado (Panera has an amazing Turkey Avocado BLT…). A fancy bread or a good old sourdough can really make or break it. At the core though, a turkey sandwich is simple; and I like that.  Continue reading

Guest Post: Something Stompy This Way Comes

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This week I have a very special entry from a very special homie of mine, Ryan. Get ready to have your heart strings plucked and other emotional things that I can’t properly come up with because, hey, I’m too lazy to write my own blog… What did you expect?                                                           ~C


The original draft of this piece was a bombastic tirade on why feminism is in fact for everybody and why you should reconsider any negative stance you might hold on it.

The second draft of this piece was a bombastic tirade on why football is in fact not just for dumb jocks but rather for anybody that enjoys a bit of alcohol and a lot of adrenaline.

I stand by all that, but this isn’t really my space to score political points, so I threw all that out and decided to preach the gospel of

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A 3D rendering of a Bushwacker, a very intimidating Battlemech

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Guest Post: How To Make Friends As an Awkward Adult

I am very excited about this week’s post. Camran has always had a delightful way of telling things. Fun note: one of my favorite theatrical performances I have witnessed in my life was watching Camran do The Santaland Diaries back in college.

Hope you all enjoy his post as much as I did!                                                       ~C


As a young adult, friendships always came fairly easily, which I feel has set this expectation that I feel the rest of my life will not be able to fulfill. I’m not being thrown together with people my age that have similar interests on the regs, like in a classroom or club or theatre production. I’ve been spoiled, and now that so many of my favorite people are spread out, I need to seek out new friendships and it’s work. It can’t be that hard to find like-minded people who are fun to talk to and want to put up with my bullshit, right?

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Guest Post: This Is My Favorite Blog On the Citadel

Week 2 of Guest Blog Month or “How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Being a Lazy Blogger”

This weeks blog brought to you from one of my closest friends and someone who has gotten me through some rough patches in life. She has a wonderful insight to the power of media and generally just enjoying things.

So enjoy this. Or don’t, if, y’know…. you suck. Your call, jerk.                                  ~C


 

Christmas is the time of year I love the most. My mother and I have a tradition of leaving the tree up through January. The same handmade skirt has been under every tree I’ve ever had since my very first Christmas in 1986. Even my cat Sciezka loves Christmas time and becomes extremely grumpy when we put presents on what is clearly the best place to take a nap. Taking down the decorations is always a gloomy task for me. Putting away decorations down early (i.e. when Christmas is over like most people) is downright devastating. It’s not much of a surprise. I don’t tire of things easily. My excitement and joy doesn’t diminish when most others are more than ready to move on to the next thing, something new, something else.

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Guest Post: Sometimes, I Rage Against My Machine

Hey guys,

First off let me apologize that it’s been a while. The beginning of this year has been harsh. I clinked glasses at midnight Jan 1st and then woke up to find April Fools Jokes. Been nuts.

Anywho, I am back just in time to do a project I wanted to do for a while.

I have a lot of talented, open-minded, creative friends and family. I thought for April, a month with 5 Fridays, I would have some of them come in and share their world. Get a glimpse at what life is like from various points on the spectrum of human experience.

I’m launching this with a (fairly aggressive) post from my wife, Tee.

Enjoy.                                                                                              ~C


Sometimes, it is noticeable. Sometimes, you can tell. And sometimes, it’s not okay. Sometimes, you don’t look cute. You aren’t carrying it well anymore. Sometimes, it’s not in the right places or ‘comfortable’ or just a little extra. Sometimes, you aren’t fucking flattering anymore, with the lumps and the marks and discoloration. Sometimes, it’s not sitting right and you have gone too far and should put down the fucking cheesecake because you don’t need a second slice, you didn’t need a first slice, why is everyone still telling me I look fine? 

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On Burdens

I was thinking about burdens the other day and had an interesting realization.

Burdens by definition are things that are “exacting, oppressive or difficult to bear.” But I was curious as to why we allowed these things to be this way. Why do we let things in our life build with so much anxiety and woe that they become such a heavy weight?

I realized that much of the stress we feel when reflecting on things we perceive as burdens comes from a possible or expected outcome. A job is a burden if we are pushing for a raise or concerned that we’re stuck there. A friendship or relationship becomes a burden if we’re constantly focused on what the future might bring, or hoping for some change in the other person’s life. Things in life like pets, kids, hobbies, goals, etc. are a burden when placed against the context of longevity, the fact that you will need to direct your attention to them consistently for years.

So what happens when we choose to look at these things through a different filter, addressing them instead on terms of the here and now? Much of that anxiety removes. A job becomes just a job. A friendship becomes about enjoying your time together. We nurture our children. We play with our pets. We create something. We thrive.

Things in our lives become burdens when we choose to focus directly on negative outcomes or possibilities. I personally believe this is our brain trying to utilize a basic function like fight or flight against a complex stimuli. We want to be prepared for the worst, but short of just having a plan and letting it ride, our body stays on edge, keeping our extreme emotions just on the cusp. I think we subconsciously believe that this will make reacting to negative outcome easier. The result instead is an ever present cloud of stress looming in our minds, preventing us from working at the highest level of efficiency or fully enjoying the world around us.

It’s entirely subconscious, which makes it so treacherous, and so we have to be mindful and work toward growth. We have to take whatever steps work best for us to constantly remind ourselves that we are not in the soon to be or the what if, we are in the now. We are only capable of directly affecting what we can immediately see, what we can touch and experience. So we need to become better at planning and leaving it. Store the plans away in our mental filing cabinets for the day that we possibly need them, but stop grasping to them and reviewing them over and over. Know what you would do in the case of a negative outcome, and then move on. Be positive, optimistic, and just generally enjoy the life you have now.

Shake off the shackles of worry and enjoy the sunshine of the present.

~C

 

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I personally don’t believe in New Years Resolutions. I think they’re just a silly way for you to be disappointed in yourself on December 31st. I feel like we should just make daily resolutions and keep it at that.

However, the new year does bring with it a lot of reflecting. Things that could have been or could still be. Things I need to improve upon. Like, for instance, I would like to do more blog posts and start including “life posts” or posts where I just talk about what’s going on in the world of me. I would like to work on more short stories again, the format where I got much of my start and have been very much away from for about a year. These are all just postulates, reflections on could haves/should haves.

One thing does stand out to me: I need to take more pictures. 2015 was a heavy picture year for me. I had my wedding, my honeymoon, took a handful of trips. All along the way someone else was snapping photos left and right. Looking back on the photos of these events gives me joy, fills me with delightful memories and excitement as if I were right back there.

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In Meowmoriam

Oscar

On Monday, my family’s beloved cat Oscar (pictured) passed away. He had an aggressive type of cancer that apparently develops in outdoor cats with light fur. He fought against it for a long time, but it eventually got the better of him.

To everyone that met him, Oscar represented two things: the pinnacle of a rescued animal and easily the most badass cat to ever exist.

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