I don’t know things are weird.
I blame 2009. Today I go shopping with my dad and brother and end up finding awesome clothes that actually fit me. I also walk into some store ask about some expensive jacket, which I ended up purchasing and will receive on Wednesday. Stoked. For SOME reason the owner decides he wants to be my best friend, takes 100 dollars off the jacket, and then gives me an ADDITIONAL 100 dollars in the form of gift card which never expires. This guy gave me 200 dollars, and I had been speaking with him for 10 minutes. Real Talk.
He THEN takes my phone number and gives me his. Insists I get a Masters degree and also wants to pay me to work on his website. OH and he also says if I get a masters degree he will make me a suit for free. What the shit?!
What the shit.
Anyways here are my new years goals for 2009:
-Get back into shape by doing the following: at least 50 pushups, at least 150 bicycle crunches, buy running shoes and start running. All this Everyday. Pay attention to diet, and brush and floss 2-3 times a day.
I actually did all this, except for the running shoes and running. But that’ll happen soon. So I feel good.
-Keep coming out with demos using Processing (I’m coding a little something something right now).
-Work on portfolio as much as possible.
-Don’t procrastinate
-Learn to cook new things as much as possible. (Today I cooked soup from scratch it family loved it. So that’s good. ALSO I made some potato dish) I feel good.
-Get an iPhone app into the app store
-Keep work at work.
-Control temper (I didn’t get mad once today)
-Try to bake once every two weeks
-Focus on task at hand. (What does that even mean?)
-Always stay focused on Music, Art, and Code. Also, combining it all. Writing demos seems to be the way to go.
-No Candy. (I didn’t eat any today. Nor do I want to eat it at all…I really hope I don’t have a relapse.) I feel good.
-Don’t get any more tickets. (Well…it’s day one…and I didn’t drive at all….)…I feel good.
Oh and I read one chapter of The Rails Way today. I’m good.
2009 has given me quite a bit of momentum, hopefully I’ll be able to keep it up.
This is gonna be a great year.
http://www.37signals.com/svn/posts/1437-put-a-dent-in-the-universe
DHH, the inventor of Rails definitely gets it. Don’t do something you don’t care about. Always do what you’re passionate about. Obviously he did that and now look at him. A coding celebrity. A hero.
Right now I’m in a weird situation. I doubt I’m going to be able to get to get that job. I’m just not experienced enough. However I have learned quite a bit from the whole ordeal, and I am still left highly pumped, highly driven, and pushing myself harder than ever.
Plan of action:
I need to get myself a copy of “The Rails Way” which is a book of biblical proportions. I will read the whole thing.
Figure out what to do with contract offer.
Start coding as much as possible in Javascript to build some sort of front-end portfolio. But not just in Javascript really. In anything! Make stuff I enjoy and in any language I want.
Practice guitar a lot. Learn lots of songs.
Move to San Francisco
Continue to keep up with blogs, twitters, and read books.
Become Visible.
I will put a dent in the universe.
An incredible song transcending generations, who’s influence inspires countless many to create a television sitcom where there is an episode dedicated to the song.
A ritualistic song which played outside of an angry girlfriend’s window, will grant you instant forgiveness.
However, the true meaning of the song has been lost through the ages. Some people believe the song is about an African curse, tearing two lovers apart. Others believe it is actually a song which originates from Africa written to inspire the gods to bless their parched lands with rain.
I can only leave you with this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPT_3PEjnsE , and hope that you can find your own meaning for the song.
There was a cake out in my office. I was getting bored and I hate my job. 5 people said Happy Birthday to me today.
It’s not my birthday today.
Literally laughing out loud. It has become such a rare occurrence while chatting with your friends that you have to announce it. I will go ahead and say that literally laughing out loud on the internet is like the illusive female orgasm. Achievable only by the elite few lucky enough to have a chat partner with a well endowed humor.
“I…I just laughed”
“Lucky…”
Of course there are the situations where all parties involved are laughing as well. Personally I feel like I am the master of the internet literal laugh, and I always make sure my partner is laughing right before I do.
It was only Thursday night when I suddenly become highly inspired, pumped to enhance my programming knowledge and skills in order to get a much better job, and left in my underpants in front of the mirror staring into the eyes of a wild man ready to rip apart the world till he gets what he deserves, everything. Barely able to sleep purely because of the endorphins that had been released from my discovery of the perfect job, and further realization that the world belongs to me.
Friday I parked in the parking garage that charges 5 bucks max for parking there. The only reason I decided to do it was because around 8p.m. the garage closes and I can leave for free. This is usually done when one knows they will be in Santa Cruz fairly late. What was forgotten on Friday, the greatest day of the week, especially on this highly stressful week, the day when everyone near and far to Santa Cruz flocks to Pacific street to go drinking at all the bars and try to get sex, was that it was Friday.
I was trapped. In my office. Too much pride to pull out a 20 from the ATM, break it into 5s so I could just pay to leave. No no not me. I work here, I shouldn’t have to deal with such outlandish fees. Instead I go to a bar by myself and order a gin and tonic. I’ll wait it out. 3 minutes into waiting I realize how much this sucks. I just want to go home and have a quiet day. Maybe write some code, spend some time with my family, watch a movie, and here I am trapped in the top floor of the Red Room. I start calling everyone I know. I finally meet with a bunch of my friends completely by chance. And I end up having a completely opposite of what I wanted night. It was still fun though.
All so I could save 5 bucks. Who am I?
I get home now only buzzed, pissed off about girls as usual. I decide to roll up a joint with the “good stuff” and smoke the whole thing to myself. Not much is felt at first, but then I realize what I had just gotten myself into by smoking: suddenly I’m writing a long SMS love letter to someone who lives somewhere, before I could finish it I get a powerful erection and I find myself in front of the mirror again. This time completely smashed, with a giant red mushroom triumphantly jutting out in front of me.
Again, who am I? I’m hitting the emergency breaks right now. I took a wrong turn I think. I’m going back to Thursday night wild man.
Just when he thought it was over, on the calendar he notices two more dates scribbled in blood. Two more birthday parties. “When will the madness end?”, he wondered flustered and in agony. In desperation he begs the Gods for a no-birthday December. After feeling the familiar emptiness he is always left with after praying, Chirag jumps out the window.
Suddenly waking up, disappointed that he is relatively unscathed and on the cold sidewalk. He notices his reflection in a very polished pair of dress shoes. Looking higher he discovers Satan gazing down upon him. The perturbed sense of comfort Chirag gets from this makes him realize to what lengths he must go to for peace of mind.
To be continued…
dn əpɪs ʎuuns / sunny sɪde up: Bittersweet victory.
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
