My Job

Today's topic is, "My Job." Yes, i know, "Your Job? That's it?" Yes, i am talking about My Job. I am going to describe one of the most interesting and most unusual jobs I have ever had. Don't worry, it wont be too boring; i hope at least.


Well, anyways on to my job. I am the Box Office assistant to the Theatre Department Box Office Manager. Normal, right? Anything but. I admit, the job itself is kind of ordinary and dull, just doing small little projects like using a God-Slaying sword to keep the Evil Swamp Goddess Becka in check and even working with Slims the Fuzzy-Brained skeleton that was hired as the other office assistant, do not let him take off his hat. I know its not that weird, but i guess that's just because your in the Theatre.










Another oddity i have noticed, and i have to admit it is really funny, is that practically everyone i have meet in the Theatre Department likes either Firefly or Doctor Who. I mean all i have to do is glance down the hall and I either see a Tardis shoot by my head, or a Brown-coat running yelling, "Independence!" Its worth it though, no matter how normal it seems. Its worth it, even the dead body that says "I love you" doesn't stick out to much.

Either way, I like my job, because it is SO interesting. You want to know why its so interesting? I GET COOKIES!!! NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD, especially since i hate the dark side. Well, anyways, that is my bore ole job. I hope you find it kind of interesting, thanks for listing to my ranting.......oh, its time for work....................(mumbles) hurray.....

The Horizon

I was wondering through the Museum of the North one morning, when I noticed a beautiful painting. The reason that this particular painting caught my eye was the way in which it depicted a beautiful horizon over a forest splattered with greens and yellows and oranges. This forest, spreading outwards, was a gorgeous forest during the fall, the greens from the Evergreen Trees mixing with the yellows and oranges of the rest of the forest, but a simple picture of a forest during the fall isn’t what caught my attention. This was a painting of two worlds, the forest and nature, untouched by anything other than the swaying of the wind and wet of raindrops; this forest was split in two, bisected right across the middle by a thin line of grey stone and metal structures. This building, just peeking up over the tips of the trees, represented the little civilization that existed in this painting. You could see the little cars driving on the road running alongside those drab, banal structures; sharp corners, hard colors, flat, static. This new “Horizon” meandering across this field of trees just seemed so out of place, yet it perfectly fit. The last part of this painting which truly caught my eye was the real “Horizon” beyond the trees and the streak of stone and steel. This “Horizon” was one of imagination, embodied by the mountains which framed the whole picture, mountains capped by clouds of white. The land beyond, the “Horizon” beyond these mountains was a guess, a world yet to be discovered; presenting by its very nature, a world of imagination and adventure.

This world is the reason I loved this painting. The colors, the forest, the streak of grey stone cutting across; all capped off with a world where nothing can be seen, the mountains hidden by the clouds, a world hidden by the mountains. When I saw this and stared at it, I couldn’t help but feel the desire to discover, and imagine, “What is past those mountains?” I wanted to find out, and when I saw those structures, I wanted to find them and see what they were. This painting showed a picture of our world, massive and complex with circles within circles. Then you see the part of our would which we have tamed, the part which we have dissected and examined, researched and analyzed; you then realize how little we actually know about a world designed in such a way that we may have theories that work and are reliable but we will never truly know more than a small fraction of what is around us. The final part of this painting, the mountains of imagination, capped in the snowy clouds mystery, yes I realize that was over poetic and over dramatic; this world is what we will never know in this life, a world where everything and anything that you can imagine could exist. Skyscrapers that reach the moon, tunnels to the Center of the World, the Family we always wanted, the lost dreams and lost hopes we have forsaken as impossible or hopeless; thrown away simply because we aren’t willing to keep on trying. This world of the imagination is the source of the hope and beauty which this painting showed me.

P.S. In case you every get the chance to see this painting, I just wanted to tell you where it was. Walk up the stairs to the second floor and stop three-fourths of the way up, and look out the window. Everything I just described to you is painted across the earth and the sky, and on a clear day it is beautiful. We must never forget the beauty which surrounds us every day and often stares us in the face and we never notice.

Close Encounters

Imagine, if you can, a home that is so peaceful and calm. Mama is in the garage, you see her walking from one side to the other; sorting this and that, asking papa if he would pick this up or that. Scotty is at your feet barking and growling at everyone and anyone who passes by. He has his tiny little tail wagging back and forth so quickly all you see is a blur. Every time he yaps his whole body lifts off the floor, just barely hopping up from the force of his "mighty" bark. You smile as you look out from the garage, watching the beautiful day progress. The sun slowly, sluggishly meanders across the sky, sneaking in and out of the clouds like poorly skilled thief trying to escape. Then you see your friends, and they are happy to see you; excited. You run out to them and follow them to their house where you play soccer, tips, tag, cops and robbers, and any other game you can think of. Just imagine a day so uncomplicated and simple. A calm relaxing exciting enjoyable day. Whatever you are imagining, i only wish that was how my day had gone.

It was a sunny beautiful day alright; a perfect day, for an accident. I remember the birds singing in the background, a soft cackling song; almost as if the birds themselves knew what would happen. It was my first day driving; I was terrified. I remember the feel of the grip, the drivers seat, thinking about how everything my dad had taught me seemed so far from reach. I looked down the road to my goal, only a short ride and then i can stop i thought; at least that was the plan. I looked up into the sky, every color vivid as my heart pounded in my ears. I could feel the blood rushing, hear the pressure. Papa was coaching me on how to start again, reminding me of when to put pressure on the pedal, when to break, how hard, how often. His voice started to fade like a voice on the wind, one moment giving advice, the next gone. As i steeled my nerves, thinking, "Come on you can do it, only a short run, thats all, come on James, come on..." I looked to make sure my path was clear, as i was taught. I then prepared to floor that pedal...ok maybe not floor, but i can dream, especially when my hearts pounding. Then, I WAS OFF!!! pedaling my two-wheeler down that drive-way, the first time i  had ever rode without training wheels. IT WAS GLORIOUS!!! I felt free, excited, invincible, like i was going to hit the bottom of that drive-way and then I WAS GOING TO GO AROUND THE BLOCK!!! NOTHING COULD STOP ME!!! Until, out of no where a wall of silver slid in front of me. I couldn't stop, i was going to fast, I WAS GOING FAST.

The next thing i know, i was laying on the ground, the wall of silver popped out and started reaching for me; only then did i realize that this vicious silver wall was a care i hadn't seen. They had been at the mail-box across the street. Some how, don't even know to this day, i hadn't seen them. When i took off, they were backing up. Those birds knew it would happen, they knew it. Fortunately, neither i or the car were damaged. This memory is one of the few from my early childhood which i still remember to this day. I think about it every now and then, the day when i took my first spin down the drive-way. This is my Close-Encounter.

(P.S. For you information, it has since been proven that in neighborhoods where children are just learning to ride a two-wheeler, If birds are singing, the chance of an accident has been proven to go up by 67%. Just saying, BIRDS FAULT!!!)

Forms of Communication

My example of an effective form of communication is something i learned from a friend, a very...um...interesting friend. Either way, its a form of talking...you know...kind of like the dialects we all have, the are prevalent all over the country and the world. This is but one of many, one thats special to me.

The reason its so effective, in my opinion, is because it portrays such an amazing personality that no matter what you just have to laugh...you cant help it. This form of talking, practically a different language rather than a dialect, is so ridiculous that people just cant believe their ears.

Either way, since you probably still don't have an idea of what i am talking about, if you really want to know, listen to this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnEW8fTKwn4

Silence.............

You know, I once heard the idea that sometimes the most important things aren’t said out loud at all, they are felt in the awkward silence that follows odd statements, you important things like, “WHAT was THAT!?!” or “……who are you?” and don’t ever forget my favorite, “heh…heh…ALLRIGHTY now…heh…ummmmm.”This are the important things that are never said, but are always…ALWAYS felt. 

So I just wanted to show you how the things you say are not the only effective means of communication, often times, silence holds all the answers. In the true spirit of communication, here is my translation everything i just said,

"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           "

Wow, i hope you understood me. These awkward silences just don't last.