lose-lose situation

I got a new jacket for Christmas. This does not incense me…I actually asked for one, so I was pretty pleased. What kills me is the way that the people or machines that attach those tags to jackets with some propaganda or something attached to it. When I cut that little plastic tag holder, one of two things must happen. Either:

  1. The piece that was in the jacket’s lining will now be there for all eternity, sometimes irritating my arm by poking my wrist, and especially robbing me of the closure (that I so desperately need) of getting the entire tag holder off. Or:
  2. Desiring the aforementioned closure, I’ll tear a small hole in the seam of the jacket in forcing the piece out that was cut off into the lining. This won’t be noticeable to anyone ever, but I’ll know it’s there. It’ll eat away at the back of my mind.

In other words, it took an evil genius to come up with the original idea to attach tags like that.

hairy topics

It’s nice to have some conversation already scripted for you. For instance, when you are deciding how short to cut your hair, you can count on your barber (or hairdresser, whatever you choose to call it) saying, “I can cut it off all day, but I can’t put it back on.” Or some such equivalent statement.

And if someone asks you if you recently got a haircut, you’re pretty much required to reply, “no, I got them all cut.” The person who asks the question is obviously looking for that reply. Not doing so would let them down immensely.

video game scores

You know, video games have come a long way, but I still think that the some of the best video game sounds of all time and the best music of all time come from our old friend, the Atari 2600. Here are my all-time favorites:

Best sound: the “squish” sound in Dig Dug when you drop rocks on the monsters. Satisfyin’. Take that, Fygar!

Best music: yep, mom, it’s the music that you still remember after all these years…the lovely musical score of Pitfall II. (Da, da, da-da da da!) There were even three different types of music…

  • The happy, “I just got another gold bar that’s twice as big as my head but somehow I can carry with me” music,
  • The sad, “stupid condor just cost me another couple of thousand points” music,
  • And the “gee, nothing bad or good has happened in a while but we have to have music” music.

Ah…the memories come flooding back…

futile attempts at Christmas cheer

I will never be a match for Martha Stewart.

I already knew that, but I lent even more credence to that theory recently. I went to a store to buy some garland to put up on my porch, and some “garland ties” designed to fasten said garland to said porch. I also bought a couple of “Christmas sprays”. This was the store’s terminology, not mine. I would have called them “pine branch-looking thingies.” I was going to fashion these into a centerpiece for my dining room table.

About an hour later, I still hadn’t gotten the garland formed into a fashion that I liked. It was bitterly cold outside, and I was suffering from numb fingers trying to fasten the garland ties to the garland and the porch. The garland ties, made out of plastic, kept breaking when I tried to lock them into place. Each time one snapped, a little piece of my sanity snapped with it. I noted that the ties were “Santa’s Best” brand ties. I submit that if that’s the best Santa can do at making garland ties, he needs to outsource garland-tie making and stick to toys.

Finally, finally, I got the garland in a somewhat festive look. It’s still up, so I guess that the garland ties are doing their jobs. Well, at least the ones that didn’t break. But it was a lot harder than I thought it’d be.

Moral of the story: when you look at a box (or whatever it comes in) of Christmas decorations, resign yourself to the fact that you will either:

  1. Never get the decorations to look as nice as they look on the box, or
  2. Spend an amount of time roughly equivalent to a week per each of these you use to make it look so.

I had better luck with the so-called “Christmas sprays”. Luckily, these are for the most part idiot-proof. All you do is take them and place them opposite each other so that the piece of wire coming out of it (which, for some reason, is approximately as long as the spray itself is) is hidden underneath it. And lo and behold, there you have it!

Now don’t get me wrong. I still love decorating for Christmas. I just know that I’m never going to get anyone to pay me to do it. 🙂

Christmas tree life

Ever noticed that you never see an ugly Christmas tree?

Doesn’t happen, does it? Everywhere you look, whether the decorations are handmade or storebought, old or new, all one color scheme or a tremendous variety, it all looks right when it’s on a Christmas tree.

Now, there are particular ornaments that come to mind (usually my handmade efforts as a child qualify here) that could be classified as “not-so-nice-looking”. But even when you intersperse these among everything else, it all looks right.

I’m 23 years and change old now, and one of my favorite things to do still is look at a Christmas tree all lit up with all of the lamps and overhead lights turned off. There’s something perfect about it, as if in that one moment everything is just right with the world.

I’ve sometimes wondered why that is. I guess that you could just call it part of the mystery of the season. But I prefer to think that we’re more in the spirit to see the beauty in everything.

Translating that to the everyday, we need to see the “Christmas tree” in everything in our lives. It’s hard to do on a day-by-day basis. I know. But you’ll notice that there are people who can do it. You’ll also note that they tend to be very happy and content with their lives. There’s something to it.

I’m trying to live my life being content with it. I don’t always succeed, but when I do, I find that I can find the “Christmas tree” in things.

behind the music

Music CDs that have promotional stuff or special multimedia that come up automatically when you put the CD in annoy me. I wish that there was some sort of way to stop whatever it is to come up when all I want to do is listen to the music when I’m working on something on my computer.

Oh, wait. There is. It’s called listening to it when I’m working on something in Linux.

But that’s overkill. I’d rather do my website building in HomeSite than xemacs. So I think I’ll just gripe about it instead.

living for God, part 2

Passage: “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” John 10:10

It’s about this time in a semester (especially during the fall) that I start to get really down in energy. Tests, papers, and projects always wear down on me. I start really looking forward to Thanksgiving.

Why am I not more thankful for today? For the life I have now, and for the opportunities that are in front of me? If Jesus really did call us to have life and have it to the full, to what extent have I not taken him up on his offer?

Shows like The Real World give us a “peek into lives of other people.” Which, the executive producers assume, we’d rather do than live our lives ourselves. How long did it take me to realize that we’re letting other people live for us?

In Romans 12:11, Paul encourages Christians to not lose their zeal for serving God. And according to 1 Corinthians 10:31 (a verse I’ve quoted before) says whatever we do, to do it for God’s glory. Therefore, doesn’t it make sense to say that if we’re not living for God, we’re not experiencing life to the fullest?

In Life’s Little Instruction Book, instruction #322 is “Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same amount of hours in a day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.” An addendum to that: “Don’t waste the time you’ve been given.” I’m as guilty as anyone else of letting other people live life for me. It’s time for that to stop.

The cable is getting cut off tomorrow. But more than that…I’m going to try to stop living each day as if it’s a chore and live them like they should be lived. As I said before, I’ll live for God, and I’ll go through life with joy in my heart.

23

Once again, today is my birthday.

23 years. You know, it doesn’t seem like a very long time at all. And in another sense, it seems pretty long. I mean, I’ve only been working on this site now for somewhere around four years. I’ve been in college almost five and a half.

I’m usually pretty introspective on my birthday. I’m not sure why. It just always works that way. I guess part of me always is asking “what did I really do this year? What made this past year worthwhile? What did I learn?”

I mean, my sister and brother-in-law started a new life together, for the most part, anyway. Most of my college friends that I had when I was an undergrad have moved on and done the same. Moving on to new parts of your life seems to be the right thing to do as you grow older.

I haven’t done that quite yet.

So as I type this, I’m thinking to myself, “What have I done?” But actually, this year, I think that I’ve accomplished a lot. I made it through the first year of the MBA program, which anyone will tell you is a feat in itself. I had a “real job” for the first time in my life this summer, and actually did all right at it. I didn’t go under. I’ve lost 17 pounds and gotten in the best shape I’ve been in since high school.

I’ve also learned to be more open and outgoing around new people. (Thank you, MBA program.) I’ve learned to have some fun at my own expense and not take myself so seriously.

Maybe I’ve done more growing than I originally thought.

You don’t usually grow very much physically after you’re 21, so I doubt I’ll ever be any taller. (I haven’t grown much myself since I was about 15.) But I’ve got a lifetime to grow in other ways. Looking back, I think this year was a good growing experience, much like the other 22.

Many thanks to my family (love you mom and dad) and friends, without whom I wouldn’t be who I am today. Many of you will never read this, more than likely. To those who do, thank you so much again.

640K is all it takes…

I was reliving my carefree youth playing old Atari 2600 games on my computer the other night (it’s not as good as having the old system with its one-button joysticks, but it’s not bad) and the game decided to freeze up. This wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing, but in this case it ground my whole system to a halt. A Pentium II with 160MB of RAM ghosted because my DOS-based Atari emulator froze up. A quick reboot solved this, but still. Wouldn’t you think a system like that should be able to recover from such a small program’s demise?

Whatever…