Quick Notes: Easter

Again, here’s a compilation of some Facebook posts. I wish I could simply post a comprehensive article here, but I know modern Internet attention spans. If it’s not contained in tiny social media posts, nobody’s going to read it and most people definitely won’t click-through to a blog or any attached news articles. It is a sad reality.

I know this stuff is controversial and intense. I know a lot of people look forward to Easter. However, I can’t help but think that a lot of people are willingly ignoring what it actually stands for because it’s such a popular “Christian” holiday. I also can’t help but think people are willingly ignoring me when I post things like this, writing it off as another “grump-bucket, fun-ruining” moment. It wouldn’t matter if I’m an atheist telling you something about the Christian faith. If it’s something that’s true and you continue to willingly ignore it… I’m pretty sure that doesn’t go over well with God.

Still, so I can reference multiple posts on Twitter, here’s the collection of posts:

First Facebook post:

The Bible is POSITIVELY FULL of warnings against using pagan rituals in worship, yet sadly, that’s exactly what most Christianized holidays are. (Note, not Christian holidays. “Christianized” holidays. Holidays that were co-opted by the Catholic church and are used everywhere now.) God is the same yesterday, today, and forever. He is out of time. He doesn’t cares how many hundreds of years ago rituals are or if silly human society doesn’t remember or thinks because “everyone thinks Easter is Christian now, it doesn’t matter.” He just sees you worshipping Him using symbolism from a sex and fertility goddess who has existed since the days of Abraham. Good show, guys! http://www.wnd.com/2009/03/92577/

Second Facebook post:

If you’re like me, you want proof. You’re in luck. Here’s one of many cited articles online about the origin of Easter: http://www.truthontheweb.org/easter.htm

Third Facebook post:

If you don’t KNOW about Easter, then you’ve made an honest mistake. (Innocence is debatable.) However, you, as a Christian, have a particular responsibility not to propagate lies. You have no excuse when it comes to research. You have the Internet. I’m going to be blunt here. (As always.) If you WILLINGLY IGNORE the origin of Easter in spite of the information available to you, every time you talk about how Easter is so special to the Christian life, you are proclaiming your colossal ignorance and Satan is laughing a little more and God is disappointed a little more. You NEED you educate yourself.

Fourth Facebook post:

Here’s a heavy-duty article about Easter: why the word “Easter” shows up in the Bible (hint: mistranslation for Passover. Look at the Greek); the meaning of Lent (a particularly harsh reality for a lot of people I know); and several other things that have disturbing origins and have no place being Christianized: http://rcg.org/books/ttooe.html

No Wanna Move

The Social Network Post

Along those lines, I’ve decided to focus primarily on job-hunting in my current area. Too many things here I think are important. I’m going to a church that’s been rock solid on Biblical essentials, and you can’t beat Summit Theological Seminary for advanced doctrine. It’s so insanely hard finding a church that isn’t ridiculously wrong on some core idea. It’s a small miracle to have the one I have now. Ya’know what, I’m going to write a blog post about more of this. I keep forgetting I have one when I do my standard Twitter flood. :p

The Longer Drivel

After a serious side track in trying to hack some code into my layout to make Facebook pull the image I want into the post thumbnail, I’m finally in a position to go on a little coffee-induced rant. Except the coffee has mostly worn off while I was hacking. Oops. But back to the post: What was the context of my post? I’ve just got done building a new computer for a friend and I just got done realizing how much I really love putting together new computers. Not the dinky little traps most people want. This is a heavy-duty gaming system. It’s so awesome, I accidentally overclocked it by a ton and I didn’t even know it because it was just that stable.

So what? Well, then I mentioned that it’d be nice to make a job out of this, but I don’t think my part of Indiana is really conducive to selling high grade PCs. Most people at this point would tell me to move so I can do what I want, but that’s what set off the aforementioned social media post.

I don’t want to say I’ve really job-searched for real, lately, because I haven’t. I’ve been mostly happy to just do work with Dad while I get my credit card paid off, at least, and while I’m getting my weather-proof vehicle in working condition. (That’s going super slow.) After that, I’ll probably start looking more seriously. But the thing is, I’m in the unfortunate situation of being skilled in high technology, yet living in the middle of rural farmland with the nearest cities being a dumpy university town that already rejected me three times when I tried to apply for student jobs and the other city being a car factory town. It’s not a great situation. Unless there’s some super-secret job opening somewhere that I haven’t found yet that’s perfect for an economist that can write programs.

Anyway, so why don’t I move? Well, I already started going off on Twitter about it before I stopped spamming and decided to write this! Cue Fluttershy “yay.” There’s 5 main reasons why I don’t just get up and move to a few opportunities I know are available in Michigan, Indianapolis, and Kentucky:

  1. Student loans.
  2. Weather-proof vehicle.
  3. Church and seminary.
  4. Immediate family.
  5. Impending economic doom.

Student Loans

It’s simple, really. I have student loans due to the seriously screwed-up higher education system of the United State of America. I don’t want to have move where I have to handle all the bills myself with the pressure of student loans. It’s kind of against social norms (THERE’S THAT THING AGAIN) to stay with your parents as long as I’ve done, and I suppose I could always move in with a room mate or something, but I know other people who lived with their parents until loans were paid off. It’s not that insane, I don’t think. (As long as I actually get a real job to pay it off quickly.)

It’s not a LOT of student loans, but it’s still a loan with an interest rate that would take decades to pay off with minimum payments. If I raise money and put 100% of it toward my loans, I could have it done in a year, easy. As long as I don’t get kicked out of the house, that’s my plan! (I don’t think I will. I’m not a complete leech. (I don’t think.) And contrary to social norms (THERE’S THAT THING AGAIN), I do actually like my parents.)

Weather-Proof Vehicle

I have a convertible right now. With a flat tire. And no heater. It looks cool, but it’s totally not cool to drive in the winter and I would never want to have a convertible in a city as my primary mode of transportation. Especially not one without a heater. And flat tires. I have an SUV that we’ve been rebuilding, and it’s not got a cloth top people would slice open to get all my electronics inside. Once I get the thing done (which seems to go faster and slower at random times), I’ll be ready to drive to a regular job somewhere. Needless to say, I’m not going to move until that vehicle is finished, period. Even if I decide to forgo the “home until loans are done,” there’s no way I can move until I have a vehicle that works in all weather conditions. My car doesn’t even like wet roads.

Church and Seminary

Now we’re getting into some of the more important reasons why I don’t want to move away from the area I’m in right now. Simply, church. Like I said on Twitter, it’s stupidly difficult to find a church that isn’t like, really weird on one essential thing. If they’re not rocking it out to the band on stage to satisfy their atrocious taste in music with poorly-written, generic, repetitive songs, they’re not taking Communion every Sunday. Or if they’ve got real honoring and worshipful music that actually makes it crystal clear that you’re singing to the Christian God and not a nameless boyfriend, AND they take Communion every Sunday, then chances are they don’t “believe” in baptism.

My point is: It’s the sad state of American Christians that there’s a grab bag of denominations nowadays that don’t just disagree on things not spelled out in the Bible, but they disagree on things that are spelled out in the Bible. Can we have a church that sings TO God instead of ABOUT God (or a mysterious boyfriend) while you flail about like a mosh pit because it feels good, AND follows the Early Church in Acts that gathers together on the first day of the week for Communion and everything else is basically extra, AND treats baptism as the essential step to salvation that it is? Chances are you’re not going to. I know most of the churches I’ve been to have some glaringly weird thing about them that makes it not a church worth making a home church.

THUS THE CRUX OF THIS BULLET POINT: I have a church right now that (so far) is totally rock solid on everything essential, to the point that “Christian” (read: christianized) holidays aren’t celebrated because they understand Easter and Christmas are rooted in some creepy, nasty stuff that isn’t at all appropriate for attributing to a God that kept saying over and over not to bring in worship from false gods into His worship. Silly Israelites. Or, should I say, silly Americans for being the Old Testament Israelites. Be glad He doesn’t spread plagues anymore.

All churches have their shortcomings, though. Churches in general aren’t geared to highly deep discussions from the pulpit. There’s going to be too many Christians in the audience who are at so widely different levels of maturity that you’re either going to be completely bored by the simple concepts that you already understand (even if you don’t remember when it counts) or sit there with a glazed look on your face because the concept is so advanced. That’s an inherent thing about church. It’s not so much a problem, because you WANT a wide range of Christian maturity. That means the old Christians are growing and you’re getting new ones all the time.

THAT’S WHY THERE ARE BIBLE COLLEGES. Bam. Church is required. Period. No doubt about that. The Acts churches existed because we’re required to assemble every week to do Communion. Everything else is optional, when you get into it. The singing and the preaching could happen anywhere, anytime, but you assembled together on the first of every week for Communion. All the time. Every week. Forever. (And if it gets old, there’s something wrong with you. Getting tired of Communion is like saying you’re getting tired of kissing your wife. That’s stupid.)

But there are Bible colleges for the really crazy deep stuff that flies over your head and can be, quite frankly, controversial in a setting with people who aren’t in control of their emotions. I’m super awesomely blessed to have a Bible college practically next door to my church that goes into super awesomely deep discussions and lectures about things that show you how everything in the Bible fits together so perfectly. Oh, did I mention it’s free to attend if you’re not going for credit? It’s like a normal Bible study, only ridiculously complex to the point that I’m feeling more and more like I can whip out verses to actually show how other interpretations are wrong.

The point is, I’m not sure I should or want to give either of those things up. Ever. Not as long as I have a choice. “Hey, there’s a job in this other state. Or maybe even just 2 hours away. Either way, it’s far enough away that driving to your old church isn’t possible. But it’s a lot of money and exactly what you want to do with your life. Ready? COME ON.” Yeah, no. The more I think about it, the more I realize that’s probably the most colossally stupid idea I could ever do without knowing ahead of time that there’s something equivalent to the church/seminary I already have.

Some things are more important than a good technology job. Duh.

Immediate Family

I was going to say simply “family.” But, well, frankly, I’m at the point where I’m not going to gloss over the fact that the two-way relationship with my extended family is pathetic. A very small handful of cousins and aunts and uncles actually interact with me. The rest have passing interest when we might catch each other at the oddly timed family reunion, or they’re flat out obviously pretending to care when you know they can’t wait for you to depart from their immaculate presence. I digress before I become too offensive and vitriolic.

That said, immediate family. I don’t actually want to move so far away that I can’t go home whenever I feel like it. I’ve lived long enough with other family and friends that don’t care when it counts, and the only actual friends I have are the people I’ve lived with forever. There’s no way I will willingly move so far away that I can’t visit in a pinch. (There is a caveat that I could suddenly find myself in a job that pays so well that I could just fly in and visit whenever I like, but that is extremely unlikely.)

Impending Economic Doom

You don’t think it’s coming? You’re deluding yourself. That’s putting it politely. You’re a colossal fool and complete moron if you don’t think something crushing is going to happen to this country and the world at large. You have every president since the passing of the New Deal to thank for it. Yep. Even Reagan. Even Clinton. Even Bush. Especially Obama. Americans keep voting in a spineless doofus because they promise free money for everyone and then have the audacity to think it’s sustainable. (Not spineless in the case of Reagan, but he certainly didn’t go far enough to fix moral hazard when he was deregulating everything like he should have.) The voters are insane. The United States deserves the dark days ahead of it.

Cynicism out of the way, where will you be when it all flies apart and you’re struggling to keep things going? Personally, I want to be near my family. I have so few friends who’ve proven they’d stick by me when it gets insane, and even fewer believe collapse is coming. I certainly don’t want to be alone and surrounded by people who aren’t prepared. It’s another reason I want to stay near my family. My immediate family. I already know I can survive tough times with them.

There is a small caveat, though. With all the collapsing states and ridiculous anti-constitutional legislature on the state-level, there are so few states that I would even want to live in. Indiana is decent, but not as great as it could be. At this point, I think if I had to move out of state for a job, I would only ever rationally consider moving to Texas. The more I hear about it being held up as the freest state left in the union, the more awesome it sounds. “Come for the freedom, not the jobs.” If I had to move away from everything for some reason, it would be to Texas. Where else would you want to live when the US economy vaporizes? New York? California? I don’t want to DIE.

So There You Go

Yep. There you go. The reasons why I don’t want to move. Not necessarily reasons why I want to keep living at home, but the reasons why I don’t want to move so far that I can’t still have the most important things I have already. Unfortunately, that will mostly mean I won’t actually get the perfect job. I like programming. I like building PC hardware. I’m not so up on server maintenance or networking, which is usually what I’ve seen openings for. That’s actually why I’ve started seriously considering indie game development.

I’ve started changing. It’s crazy. I think I actually want to run my own business. I need to either start focusing on writing or game development while I don’t have a full-time job at the moment. I know neither of those things will make you rich (unless you write the next Harry Potter or program the next Minecraft), but there’s always a remote chance of success. Plus, I wouldn’t have to move.

It sounds crazy.

And a tiny bit exciting.

But I need to rekindle my desire to motivate myself to work. University thoroughly killed that with the last few terms full of classes that I really didn’t feel like I needed to take, but had to because then I’d get a “well-rounded” education. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my economics and computer classes. You know, the classes that pertained to my degrees. Anyway. It’s amazingly late now.

TIME TO GO. Bye.

Wind Farm Quicknotes

Summary

Uh, what’s this? Didn’t I just Twitter-spam you with all this? Why, yes. Yes, I did. But I thought it’d be beneficial for me to collect them into a post for my easy reading later. (That is, of course, because nobody reads this but me, anyway, so… I’m joking. Maybe.) But what is this, exactly? I went to a public hearing in another county about the county’s plans to basically turn the place into a gigantic wind farm. Ya’know. 450-foot tall massively enormous slow-spinning windmill power generators? Yep. Freakishly huge plans for a wind farm and it’s basically a fight between the farmers who are going to get subsidies for leasing out their land and between the average homeowner who’s going to have to put up with the incredible negative externalities (italics so it’s easier for you to remember to look up!) because of it. I may expound upon it later. But without further ado, the things I wanted to get out on the social networks before I forgot:

Water Vapor and Idiots

Gotta love people who use pictures of the steam from nuclear cooling towers as proof of pollution. Yep. Water vapor. Dangerous stuff, that. Really? The picture of that “dangerous coal power plant” in your “green” speech is just ambient steam from a basic cooling tower? You idiot.

Horrible Research Presentation

Got back from a public hearing about a wind farm nearby. Some good points. Most of it was a lot of “smart” people saying basically nothing. An economist tried to show statistical research on wind farms. He said literally nothing about his statistical methodology. Shameful. We’re just supposed to trust your research findings? Don’t think so, buddy. You let us see your statistics so we don’t HAVE to trust you. This guy was an Economics Ph.D from San Diego and he didn’t even tell us where we could read his research. Bad sign. He should know better.

Encouraging Class Warfare

Maybe I’ll talk more about the public hearing later, but the resentment was INCREDIBLE. This is modern America. Class warfare, basically. Large landowners saying they have more power. Small landowners saying large landowners have too much money. What is this, feudal England? Property tax and city zoning is so screwed up, people can’t do what they want with their own land without hurting people. It’s insane. Of course, none of this would be an issue if the gov’t didn’t insist on subsidizing projects that aren’t ready to sustain themselves. Ugh.

Profitability Measures Sustainability

Profits are stupidly demonized today. Profitability is the tool to measure when it’s time to adopt new ideas and technology. Nothing more. When the gov’t steps in to subsidize a non-profitable project, they are propping up what isn’t ready to adopt on a large scale. Period. If a project was ready for mainstream adoption, it’d be profitable and not need subsidies. Subsidies screw up the economy and waste money.

“What do you mean you don’t care? How rude!”

Fancy introduction header.

Over the course of my reemergence into social media with long rants on what I think of people who don’t come through on their friendship when it counts, I suddenly noticed that I should probably clarify the way I throw around “I don’t care what people think of me” and “why don’t you care about me?” In my mind, it’s perfectly clear and not in the least bit contradictory. But (and yes, I started a sentence with “but” and will continue to do so, because if it works for JRR Tolkien and CS Lewis, then it works for me) as I read my posts to myself (as any author worth their salt should do), I realized most/all readers could/will accidentally/purposely miss the intricacies. Since another mark of a good writer is to accurately put what’s in their head on to paper, that is exactly what I shall explain as I’m hopped up on copious amounts of caffeine and My Little Pony music.

I don’t care what you think.

What is it that I mean, exactly, when I walk into Meijer with my Twilight Sparkle baseball cap and my Rainbow Dash wallet; boldly walk to the pink aisle to see the latest set of blind bag ponies; use the Internet in my pocket to crack the secret code to get the toys I want, handing the ones I don’t want to my mom because there’s no room on the shelf; and then put it on my blog and proudly say: “I don’t care what you think.” (Eat it, all you university professors (in classes that weren’t even related to English) who judged my long sentences and claimed that if I didn’t know how to use semi-colons, that I shouldn’t use them at all.)

It means simply this: I’ve been done with caring how normal I appear for a very long time now. I have another post somewhere not too far behind this one where I explain the reasons why. (Not so) short version: I used to hang around friends and family who wanted to grow up as fast as possible, and for brief, shining moments would forget to be adult and just have fun. When they stopped with the laser tag and the pretend-we-were-animals and the dressing up as air force officers and playing twin-stick shooter video games stuff, I for a moment joined the flow. But when the reminiscing came at family gatherings on the “good old days” of the go-karts and the micro-machines in the sandbox, I sat back and thought about how much fun we had… Oh. NO, I DIDN’T. We weren’t even 20 years old when that started to happen! Why couldn’t we still go out and play our crazy games? No reason. Other than that everyone wanted to grow up and growing up meant no more having fun, apparently. I gave up on that REALLY fast.

Basically this: It is somehow society’s norm to grow up. Growing up, to society, doesn’t mean physically getting taller; it means “stop acting like a child.” Not even “evolve your thinking to more advanced levels,” but “stop playing Mario; stop playing with LEGO; and for goodness’ sake, stop watching Saturday morning cartoons!” That’s stupid. To me, “growing up” means simply “expand your mental faculties.” If you learn and expand your mind to understand more of the world around you, then you’re “growing up,” and that’s healthy. Just because a bunch of people come together and all somehow establish an unspoken law of society that you need to stop playing laser tag to grow up doesn’t mean that’s the right thing to do. In fact, have you SEEN society lately? I doubt anything they think is okay is actually okay anymore. They’ll claim that “okay” is only what society deems is “okay” in the first place, but that’s for another post.

That’s what I mean by: “I don’t care what you think.” I watch My Little Pony. Get over it. I still play Nintendo games. Get over it. My watching Twilight Sparkle makes me happy. My watching Twilight Sparkle is not immoral. My watching Twilight Sparkle is not hurting you. I simply do not care if you think that’s weird. Period. In fact, I derive an unspecified amount of joy with seeing how weird I can get before anyone says anything before I dial it back a notch. But that’s what I mean by “I don’t care what you think.”

I care what you think.

Woah, Nelly. I just got done outlining in very long terms exactly why I don’t care what you think. Now I’m saying I do actually care what you think? Right, let’s break this down. I will recap the three qualifying points on determining the things I don’t care what you think:

  • It makes me happy.
  • It’s not immoral.
  • It’s not hurting you.

If you think something I do is just “weird,” then I don’t give a flying cupcake. I’m adult enough to laugh at myself, frankly, for the weird things. Because I know it’s weird, too. I will be 28 (and I just used the infinitely powerful Wolfram|Alpha to calculate that) and looking forward to the next season of My Little Pony with much anticipation. THAT’S WEIRD. (Well, again, why is it weird? No reason. Society just thinks it’s weird, so it must be true. Right?)

Contrary to what you may deduce, I do actually care what people think of me. Even the random cashier checking out my pastel pony purchases. But what do I care about? I’m going to be polite. I’m going to be friendly. I’m not going to be a jerk. I want to look nice. I want people to go: “Uhh, he’s wearing a pony shirt, but I guess he’s not swearing and buying lots of alcohol.” The things that matter, I want people to understand I’m not going to stalk them or cuss them out for making a mistake when they’re making my sandwich.

When it comes to friends, I want them to know that I am loyal. I will respect them. We’re not going to agree with every political and religious thing, but we should be able to be adult enough to discuss these things without trying to choke each other over the Internet. (Sadly, people are so focused on “growing up” in the sense of not playing with toys that they never “grow up” in the sense of being respectable individuals who can talk calmly about things society thinks are controversial.) I have very few friends like this, but the important thing to walk away with is: On the things that matter, I absolutely care what you think. If you think what I’m doing is immoral or hurting someone, to take from the list above, then I’d like to know. Different things matter to different people, of course, but we all know on some level what is important and what isn’t. If you say “you like My Little Pony. You’re weird,” that’s not important and I don’t really care. If you say “you think baptism is essential to salvation. Why?” That’s important and I care. If you say “you like World of Warcraft? Pfft, that game’s dumb.” That’s not important and I don’t really care. If you say “I need help coming up with an idea for my story.” That’s important and I care.

That mostly explains what I care in others. Let me give a quick explanation on what I want others to care in me: JUST REVERSE THEM! Easy. Done. Okay, seriously. I don’t care if you think my obsessions are weird. Those aren’t important. I do, however, care if you think my core world-views are weird. Those are important. I care if you think my Glenn Beck politics are offensive and crazy. I also care that you are open-minded to my explanations when/if you bring that to my attention and I will gladly be as open-minded to your explanations. I care if you think my extremely fundamental Christianity is off-base and plain wrong. The same expectations apply. (I will confess that I am as directly non-confrontational as it comes. I probably won’t walk up to you and go “our two views don’t work together, why do we think the ways we do?” But I abstain.)

(I can feel myself starting to lose my focus, so I shall move on quickly.)

Why so cynical?

The last two sections dealt with (hopefully) clarifying the apparent contradiction between “I don’t care” and “I care.” Superfluous, harmless things you think about me? Don’t care. Meaningful, important things you think about me? Absolutely care. I hope you see how they are not contradictory because they don’t refer to the same things.

So why the sudden dive into deep sarcastic cynicism? I say I don’t care what people think, but then I go off on some pity party about how nobody cares about what I think? Am I demanding that people show care for me when I don’t show care for them? NOPE. I expect a two-way street here. Or perhaps a four-lane highway. For the unimportant things, I expect us to understand they’re not important. If you call me weird, I’m not going to care. While I like to think I am especially attuned to what things matter and what things don’t because I am the brunt of many a “you’re weird,” I will probably say you’re weird for something unimportant in the future. Hopefully you won’t care what I think, either, since it’s ultimately unimportant.

(LOSING MORE FOCUS. Caffeine wearing out, I think.)

Why so cynical? Because every so often, I’ll have a rash of people who interact with me that claim to be friends and yet when something important comes along and I think I’ve been short-changed somehow, they don’t seem to think it matters. That is to say, they obviously don’t care about the things that are unimportant, such as my flood of ponies since September. (I don’t care that they don’t care, because it’s unimportant and I don’t care. Get it, yet?) However, they obviously don’t care about the things that are important, such as when I get blamed for ruining groups of friends because I don’t want to subject myself to their friends’ disdain for everything I hold important. They don’t care when I show interest in spending time with them at the movies, being told they’re too busy, and then hearing on Facebook that they saw the movie with other friends, instead.

Without ACTUALLY making this into a pity party, the crux of the matter is: The things that aren’t important, nobody seems to care about. Which is fine. But the things that are important, STILL nobody seems to care about. This is not fine. In the world of social media, most people don’t understand how easy it is to accidentally (not to mention on purpose) find out if they’ve been ignoring me and my requests and posts and yet I find them talking it up happily with their other friends about the same things they’ve been ignoring me for. (Because they forget they’re friends with me, or their profiles or public, or I’m friends with a friend.)

Which leads me to…

If I hate social media, why don’t I leave?

This is why I keep using social media. It’s not because it’s some happy fun land where I get to keep in touch with all my friends while we live our busy lives so far apart from each other. It’s more because I am able to get an honest read on what you consider important.

Which makes it sound like I’m stalking.

But I’m not stalking if WE’RE FRIENDS ON THESE NETWORKS and you keep posting things to those networks and it keeps popping up on my feeds. All it takes is a friend of yours that is also mine to see that you’ve ditched me for whatever reason. It’s happened more than once. Not to mention all the posts I make that are clearly of the important variety (such as Rand Paul’s filibuster to get the White House to answer what they meant when they said THEY MIGHT USE DRONES TO KILL YOU IN YOUR HOUSE) and what do I see? Zip. Nothing. Nobody cares. What has probably been the single most important thing I’ve posted in the last year and nobody says a word. (Statistically speaking. There were 5 who I saw mention it in various ways.)

In short, when you see your friends taking me to town over something stupid like their inability to switch between Skype rooms and you do nothing? That is when I start to feel like you don’t care about the important things involving me. When you find time in your “busy” schedule to hang out with other friends after telling me to take a hike, I start to feel like you don’t care about the important things involving me. I don’t give a hoot that you ignore me for my pony music, but when I try to communicate with you things we’re both interested in and I get complete silence, I start to feel like you don’t care about the important things.

We’re all busy.

It’s the American life. We’re all busy. I can totally understand isolated incidents with accompanying apologies. You might’ve been busy for real. You might’ve actually just had enough time to go to that one movie with that one other friend because you’re that busy. I GET THAT. How can I prove that I get that and that I’m not being some jealous loser?

Because I overlook things and give you the honest benefit of the doubt for a time. You, yourself, if you’re a friend of mine, can verify this by observing that I can be totally happy-go-lucky for weeks on end. But things add up and I notice the patterns (after all, it is MYSELF that’s getting short-changed) and it gets to a point where…

I get cynical.

I don’t get depressed or sad or angry, really. At least not anymore. Because this seems to be a cycle. I’ll find friends. We’ll get along for a time. Eventually, all this happens from multiple people and it’ll feel like everyone is ignoring me (except for a very small core of real friends) and I’ll just get cynical about it. It’s happened before. It’ll happen again.

Maybe some day I’ll go over more in detail what I think makes a friend a friend, but not tonight, because there’s not enough coffee left in my system to formulate proper sentences on the level required for that discussion.

But, in the end, I don’t get depressed. I get cynical. “Oh. Some friends turned out not to be friends after all. Again. Well, at least I found out about it on Facebook instead of in-person because they keep ignoring my communication. Now I can stop wasting time on them.” It’s worth giving a parting note that most of it is related to when these friends find significant others and suddenly forget that there are other people outside the world of the two of them, but that’s for another cynical day. Suffice it to say that everyone… Every… One… Has kicked me (and others) to the curb when romance became a thing for them. It’s amusing when it falls apart and they come back acting like nothing happened and that they didn’t just ignore me for months.

Yeah, yeah. “Forgive and forget.” No. Not quite:

“Forgive and forget, but don’t forget so much that you put yourself in the same situation.”

Writing vs Drawing vs Music

So on, like… Saturday? I said something like “GUYS, GUYS, GUYS. GUESS WHAT? Well, I’d tell you, but I got distracted by ponies and it’s time for bed now. I’ll tell you tomorrow, bye.” (Okay, it was exactly on Saturday and that’s exactly what I said. I just looked it up. See how thorough I am? That’s so nice of me.) To be honest (because I’d lie to you otherwise), I was planning on writing up a gigantic post on a eureka moment I had in the shower. (Oh, man, remember “Showertime Speculation”? It’s a category that’s still on this blog. I don’t even remember what I used it for. I should really go back through my site and covertly purge everything that could incriminate me. No, I’m joking. I’d never do that. I should mention that sometime later, too. ANYWAY, TO THE POINT.)

Wow, what an opening. Alright, so: I was in the shower, which is where I do most of my heavy thinking. You should remember that I’ve been talking about trying to decide how to divide my time between creative pursuits. I consider there to be three main categories of art: Writing, drawing, and music. (And all the sub-categories those contain: Short stories, novels, pencil sketches, digital art, remixing, composing, ya’know, stuff like that.) I’ve read many articles about writing that practically demands that if you want to write, you must CONSTANTLY READ and CONSTANTLY WRITE. It doesn’t have to be good. You just have to do it. All the time. (To put numbers to it, most input I’ve read has said you should write for at least an hour or 1,000 words every day, good material, bad material, rain, shine, sickness, health, the works.) Applying that idea of an hour each day, I could attempt to focus on all three at once. But there’s that good ol’ saying “jack of all trades, master of none” and my instinct tells me that I could only be really decent at two of three things, with the third perhaps being more of an amateur hobby than a focused skill. FOLLOW ME?

In other words, I imagine I could either do “writing and drawing” or “writing and music” or “drawing and music” or “writing and music.” Not all three. But how on earth do I pick which ones I want to do, huh? I’m a reader. I will read articles before I watch articles. I HATE WATCHING VIDEOS. This seems to be a trend. For instance, Google’s documentation has increasingly trended toward someone speaking to me over a video while showing me what to do. Or Wall Street Journal advertising a new article on Twitter and it being a long video clip. NO, NO, NO. I want to read. It’s faster. I’m good at it. It’s what I should do to be good at writing and I instinctively analyze everything I read for grammatical correctness. IT’S WHAT I DO AS A WRITER. That said, it’s pretty clear in my mind that I shouldn’t abandon writing under any circumstances.

TIME TO PAT MYSELF ON THE BACK: I believe my most refined natural talent is writing. I loathed English and writing in grade school, but somewhere along the line I started to ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. My college papers have NEVER been less than a B. I’ve ALWAYS only written them in one draft. I’ve always been given the standard “take your paper to the campus writing department to learn things” and I never did until it was a requirement for my senior project. (When I went, the two of us sat there awkwardly as we went over the standard walkthrough and I had already done everything properly and they were trying to find something to do to prove they did something. It was kind of stupid that we had to waste our time like that.) My point being: I rock at writing. And if anyone tells me that first draft publishing is a bad idea, I will point you to one of my two favorite authors C.S. Lewis, who pretty much waited until he dumped his idea on paper and was done in one draft. J.R.R. Tolkien obsessed over editing to make everything perfect (which is why I find the changes to the Lord of the Rings movies to be so obscene), but C.S. Lewis was like: “Nah, it’s good.” First draft publishing is possible. There should never be a rule to how things work, and this is one of them. It might be a bad idea, but I’ve never done multiple drafts and I’ve never had a problem with it.

But I have to admit that I don’t read/write quite as much as I look at stuff on deviantArt or listen to my music. I am literally (and I mean “literally” literally) listening to music whenever it’s possible for me to listen to music. IN FACT, right now, I’m infinite-looping a particular pony song I’ve fallen for in the last couple of days. When I’m at the computer, IT’S MUSIC. When I have my iPhone while I work, IT’S MUSIC. I’ve got watch lists on deviantArt that push literally hundreds (and I mean “literally” literally) of pieces of art to my message pages for me to look at every night. I’m looking at pretty pictures and listening to pretty music FAR, FAR, FAR more than I read or write. That’s not to say I don’t like reading/writing at all, of course. I just do the other things waaay more.

Which gave rise to the whole problem. I may be a natural at writing, but I spend so much time looking at art and listening to music that I am actually fairly decent at recognizing what’s wrong with various things I look at and listen to. I can even visualize possible scenes for drawing and I can peck around a piano in a pinch. (In fact, I’ve been informed on a few occasions that I have “perfect pitch” when it comes to listening to music, which is apparently a great asset to have. In a nutshell, it means I can tell when something is played out of its original key, even though all music can be mathematically transposed to any other key and it shouldn’t technically matter. I’m able to point out “no, that’s not the right key” when most people are “I can’t tell as long as the notes are right for whatever key it’s in.” It’s kind of interesting. PERHAPS I HAVE A NATURAL ABILITY FOR MUSIC, TOO.) As for drawing, I’ve probably drawn and sketched over the course of my life more than I’ve read, written, or paid attention to music. I have notebooks full of stupid little scribbles. I stopped doing those a long time ago, but I’ve done it in the past, for sure.

(I am now at 1,000 words, which is how much I should be writing daily, hah.) Okay, so that’s the backstory and the source of my conundrum: I enjoy ALL THESE THINGS. How do I pick which to focus on? Well, here is where my showertime eureka moment comes in. It’s like trifecta of eureka. It’s like my iron triangle (LOOK, AN ECONOMICS TERM) of artistic talent. I SHALL EXPLAIN!

I create worlds in my mind all the time. At the moment, I can say I have about 5 novel-ready worlds in my brain. That might sound nuts, but it’s like “eh, whatever” to me. I’m all the time building them and tweaking them and one day in the future, I’ll write a hundred books all at once (in one draft) and one of them will become New York Times Bestseller and I’ll be rich. (Hah.) My point being: I’m a world-builder. I find reality absolutely boring. I’m a fantasy guy. (I can do science fiction, but even that feels a little too rooted in reality to be any fun.) I have to come up with a whole universe before it’s any fun for me. I’m creating a world and visualizing it to describe on the paper.

AND THAT’S WHEN IT HIT ME. I’m visualizing worlds with words. Well, duh. Words describing a picture in your mind’s eye. BUT DO YOU GET IT? Will it take you as long as I did to make the connection? I’M MAKING A PICTURE WITH WORDS. Now it seems entirely obvious that if I don’t want to give up my talent for writing and drawing pictures with words that my secondary artistic focus should be on ACTUALLY DRAWING PICTURES. Come on, brain. How did you not figure that out before now? I guess it took a super late night shower to get those synapses going.

Okay, so: I create worlds in my head. I describe those worlds with words. I should be able to describe those worlds with images. Music describes the worlds with emotion, arguably, but in my mind, visualizing the look is what I need to make sense of things. An emotional response is rather the icing on the cake, whereas the description is the important bits. (Which is why I SO LOVE LORD OF THE RINGS. The descriptions are SO AWESOME.) Plus, I figure, if you’re good enough, you can convey plenty of emotion through an image, anyway, and so someone else could come along, see your image, and create the appropriate musical interpretation. (Hey, it’s how it has to work when you make movies.) I could always go hobby-mode with music and hack together a chilling synth piece for a winter scene, for example, with the piano keyboard and GarageBand if I really wanted to. I could probably do that.

But then another thing hit me. (Besides being at 1,600 words now and having hit my daily count for a NaNoWriMo novel.) I’ve never been an auditory learner. Some people can have multiple ways of processing information, such as both touch and sound, but I have absolutely, flat out, always been a visual learner. Don’t tell me. Show me. Then I’ll replicate what you did and I’ll learn. If you tell me, I have to visualize it. If you’re too lazy to show me (yes, I went there) and instead try to explain it and you explain it poorly and it doesn’t match reality, I’ll get angry. JUST SHOW ME. If you’re so good at it, it’ll take you 3 seconds to do it so I can copy you instead of taking the 30 seconds to tell me wrong and confuse me because you can’t convey reality with words. UGH. But I abstain. And that’s why I’m so amazing with computers. It’s absolutely 100% a visual, interactive experience. It’s why I’m so good with reading and writing. It’s 100% visual. SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING?

By default, anything non-visual is sub-optimal for me to process. That doesn’t mean I can’t process verbal instructions, of course. It just means visualization is my primary means of interacting and processing information. That means, by default, an artistic pursuit in something non-visual probably wouldn’t be as natural to me as an artistic pursuit in something visual. MEANING: I believe my ability to play music will always be comparatively less skillful than if I put the same amount of effort into my ability to write or draw, simply because how I play music is entirely auditory. (Remember how I have perfect pitch? I simply don’t learn music by sheet music. I hear it and then I replicate it in perfect pitch. I’ll do that and then memorize the keys. I’m sure I could learn to read sheet music and make it somewhat visual, but using sheet music has NEVER felt natural to me and it distracts me.)

So, there you go. My gigantic thought process from a shower last weekend. Afterwards, I also thought of future ramifications. Confession: I plan ahead. A lot. Really far in advance. To the point that it’s not worth it because it’s so far in the future, but it’s fun to do it. I always think things like: “If I do this, what will my life be like if people start to recognize me for it?” I dream of writing a book that people will recognize me for. I don’t want to be super-famous; I just want people to go: “Oh, you wrote that? I read that! It was awesome!” But I also think as far ahead as: “Well, what if I DO get famous and my publisher wants me to go book-signing or something?” I’d be absolutely terrified. I don’t want to do that. I’m not a public person. I, in fact, so much prefer to be alone that I honestly don’t think I’d be worthy material to marry. (I don’t imagine it’d work out very well to tell your wife that you’ve had enough human contact for a week and that you’re going to isolate yourself.)

What does that have to do with anything? Well, I was watching events from a convention this weekend and one of the events was a musician show. It never occurred to me that (if I played the piano) to show my talent in public, I would have to play music… In front of people. I think that would absolutely drive me crazy. I’m sure I’d learn to handle it, but my natural instinct is to totally not want the physical, face-to-face, everyone-looking-at-me interaction with people. I hate public speaking. I hate interviews. Not for lack of preparedness or anything like that. It’s the simple fact that I really don’t like being the primary focus of attention. I’ve gotten better about it, and doing my short-lived (though hopefully returning) YouTube gaming channel really helped with the “just do what you need to do in public and really, nobody gives a care” idea.

But if I was a writer or artist, my “showing off” to the public would be… What? I could totally write a little short story in front of someone. (Though, honestly, who on Earth would want to watch that? Except me. IT’S JUST AN EXAMPLE, OKAY?) I mean, with the Internet age, I already text-chat live with people. It’s not weird for me at all. What would I do if I drew? (Hurr, a rhyme.) I could totally see myself drawing on an Internet livestream like some people do. I don’t know. It just feels like writing and drawing is an artistic ability that doesn’t expect you TO BE ON A STAGE IN FRONT OF PEOPLE, and that’s something I wouldn’t want to do with music. Sure, I could just post music tracks on SoundCloud or YouTube, but, I don’t know. I was visualizing it in the context of a convention-style setting. If I went and took art to a convention, for example, it’d already be done and I’d just be: “Look, I did this. Isn’t it neat?” And if I played music, it’d have to be: “Oh, you want to hear what I’ve done? LET ME GET OUT MY PIANO SO I CAN PLAY LIVE.” Yeah, no. Maybe that’s a vain way of looking at things, but I’m not actually looking at it from the perspective of showing off like that. It’s the idea of “if I get good enough and people are aware of me online, they’d want to see stuff in person like I would if I ever met someone in real life who’s art I like.” GET IT?

What this also leads to is the very idea of showing off the stuff I make. I know I’ve had people tell me “you should do art for yourself, not others.” And I totally agree with that. However, I also believe that it can’t really be “art” unless YOU DO ACTUALLY SHOW IT OFF so someone else can come along and go “hey, that’s really good.” Personally, I think too many people are too broad with their idea of what art is and we get people turning urinals upside down, putting their name to it, and calling it art. (Sound like a joke? It’s not a joke: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fountain_(Duchamp)) That aside, the fact of the matter remains that if I pursue anything like this, I would eventually want to go: “HEY, LOOK WHAT I DID.” Not that I need someone’s approval for it. Not at all. I just find the primary “fun-ness” of creative ability to be in showing it to people who will look. (Family doesn’t count. Your mom is always going to think what you did is spectacularly amazing.) But that rather ties in with my projections on what it’d be like if I did writing or drawing or music. I would absolutely want to show it off and, judging by how I like to follow favorite artists on deviantArt, people would eventually want to see me do something for them. (I DO ACTUALLY WANT TO BE MINIMALLY WELL-KNOWN FOR SOMETHING LIKE THAT, OKAY? STOP JUDGING ME.)

And finally, the idea of portability of tools needed to do any of these things. What is the absolute minimum that you NEED to write? A pencil and paper. What is the absolute minimum that you NEED to draw? A pencil and paper. What is the absolute minimum that you NEED to play piano? A PIANO. I like mobility. iPads. iPhones. Laptops. If I played piano, I have a music keyboard and a laptop. That’s what I’d use. It’s smaller than a real piano, of course, but it’s still 88 keys and HUGE. It’s not that big of a deal, but, say, if I get bored somewhere, I’m not going to be able to whip out a piano and start writing music. I TOTALLY CAN do that with writing and drawing. Bored? “PAPER. PENCIL. GO.” Or, in case of writing, “MACBOOK. SCRIVENER. GO.” I mean, I just like the idea of being able to do something on the go like that. My ability to remember sudden inspiration (Iike most people) is rather hit and miss and I don’t expect I’d be able to hold the brilliant idea for music until I got home to record it on the computer. I don’t know, maybe that’s a non-issue, since I’m rarely away from home and the computer, but it’s still something I considered. (But also why it’s listed last.)

Okay, I have almost honestly reached two days worth of NaNoWriMo writing at 3,000 words. OBVIOUSLY, this is something I’ve been stewing over since Saturday. But unless someone can point out some hugely glaring logical fallacy in my reasoning, I think I’ve finally convinced myself beyond the shadow of a doubt that I should focus on visual artistic talents and relegate music to hobbyist playing around, sort of a “yeah, I can play a piano worth listening to, but I don’t really focus on it to play professionally.” I DO NOT WANT TO COMPLETELY IGNORE PIANO. This is absolutely vital. I still totally want to do enough with it to learn how to play the simple songs I like and be able to use a sequencer to make music if I absolutely have to. But I don’t think I want to be able to play something complex like professionals can do, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

That said, it is my official decision to focus primarily on writing and drawing to the point that I will practice each one an hour every day and try to post something regularly somewhere online, because that’s what I think is the most fun about it. I know deviantArt has a scraps category, so I can dump scribbles in there to keep a record of improvement over the months, but I haven’t quite figured out if I should use deviantArt for writing, too, or to use Tumblr or something. (Or even to use Tumblr for scribble art. Perhaps I’ll put art on Tumblr once I get decent at it. Who knows?)

(Now, what can I say to make it 3,334 words to make it truly like two days of NaNoWriMo? Uhm. I need nine more words? Okay. Rainbow Dash is best pony. And Twilight Sparkle.)

HELLO, EVERYPONY!

(Oh, that’s right. I went there. What are you going to do about it? I know I said at one time I wouldn’t get so bad as to use “everypony” in place of “everybody,” but, hey! PEOPLE CHANGE. All the time. At least, that’s what people say when they try to go back on their word for important things. I figure I can use it for unimportant things, hah!)

BEHOLD! The one true inaugural post for the public of my completely redesigned website that mostly got rid of lots of old pages and redirects and layouts and links. Now it’s pure minimalist (granted, WordPress default) look and feel without a lot of garbage clogging up the Internet tubes.

Why have I done this? Why, after almost literally three years of complete inactivity, have I decided to stay up MOST OF THE NIGHT to rework this ancient, empty, unpopular corner of the Internet? Well, because I’m mostly tired of formatting my diatribes to fit into Twitter’s 140 characters with each tweet being self-contained. I could always just, ya’know, link to Facebook’s or Google+’s longer posts, since I have those profiles public and nobody needs to sign in, but if I’m going to make someone click-through to read something, it might as well be on MY OWN SITE. (We all know the click-through problem. If I’m going to the trouble of writing something that nobody’s going to bother clicking a link to read, I’ll put it on my own servers, thankyouverymuch.)

So if it’s short enough, Twitter will get linked here, but Facebook and Google+ will get their own lovely posts with their own lovely sets of tags to allow my incredibly important opinion to drop into the ocean of everyone else’s incredibly important opinion. (That is sarcastic. I am using sarcasm. On which part? USE YOUR IMAGINATION.) If it’s super long, I’ll just link everywhere here so everyone can waste their time reading about the amateur deconstruction and analysis of stories portraying countless pastel ponies. Or the latest idiocy coming out of the American government. Or the latest idiocy coming out of the human population in general. (My position on things may have changed, but one thing is constant: Human stupidity.)

But this marks the first post of (not test related) substance! Now to see how it all works in practice. I’ve got this thing so loaded up with statistics monitoring, it’s going to be fun to start seeing again why people manage to find my posts and leave the most ridiculous comments because people think I care about their input. (Hahaha, silly humans. Okay. I care about some people’s input. Chances are if you have to ask, you’re not one of them. Oh, snap, son. Now you’re wondering if you should ask, but are afraid to because if you do, that means for sure I don’t care. THAT’S DEEP.) Oh, also, manual comment moderation has been shut off, so feel free to leave all the comments you like. Unlike certain people I still remember would erase my comments because they hate my guts, I won’t remove your comments. (Unless you’re a spambot.) It’s fun to laugh at comments.

Okay, playful (maybe) hints of social manipulation aside, WELCOME BACK. Welcome back to me. Welcome back to you. Prepare for a whole new world of long posts about things you don’t care about but love to immerse yourself in my writing style of lighthearted cynicism.

(Lighthearted. Yeah. Whatever. Pfft.)

One last thing…

Due to the site revamp, some (most) plugins have been disabled in lieu of finding better alternatives. This includes the Flash-only MP3 player that I used so you could play tracks without opening them in a tab. Until I fix them, the players won’t be working, but the links should still work. (Meaning you can open them in a new tab and hear them with the browser’s player!)