How many of you remember what your response to that question was when you were a child? If you're anything like me, I bet it changed quite a few times. when I was 5, I had plans to be a zookeeper. I had some romantic vision of bathing elephants, trimming the manes of ferocious lions as I soothed them through song.
When I was twelve, it was an environmentalist I strove to be. I'm pretty sure that was due to the fact that I had no actual idea what an environmentalist did. I simply wanted an excuse to commune with animals in the wild. I guess I had a thing for animals when I was young.
When I was around 13/14, I decided I wanted to be a paleontologist. Again...influenced not by my love of science, and digging in the desert, or searching through nature's history books, but by my desire to be the guy they called to come tour Jurassic Park when it opened. And it will...mark my words...
I never had the standard little boy answers though. I never looked at the person asking the question and grinned longingly about becoming a fireman, or a police officer, or even an astronaut. Sure, I want to spend some time in space...who doesn't? But not enough to make a career out of it. Even as a child I had a sense that what you do for a living should be something you love, not just what's popular, or economically smart, or what someone tells you is the smart field to follow. I suppose I've been paying for that ever since.
But when does choosing a career become really tough? I know a great many people who didn't know at the age of 18 what they wanted to do with their lives. It made choosing schools very difficult for a lot of my friends, as I know it makes choosing difficult for about two thirds of the population. However, I have a sneaking suspicion that the answer of "I don't know what I want to do" is actually a way to makes the fear of knowing exactly what you want to do, but realizing it's incredibly difficult.
That was/is my problem. I knew what I loved, and since my 17 year love affair with positive and uplifting television had simply confirmed my suspicions that you should follow your bliss, I knew what I wanted to try and carry out for myself. Why is this a problem, you may be asking yourself? Simply put, when you know what you want, when you see that goal, when you are clear and vocal about those dreams, you set up some of the greatest obstacles you'll ever face: Expectations.
Expectations are hard to live up to sometimes. And yes, i do mean when you view your trajectory through the eyes of your family, or friends, or the people who don't even really matter most to you, but knew you back when, and knew where you thought you were headed, but more so when you try to live up to them yourself.
Don't confuse goals with expectations either. They are two separate sides of a coin. Goals are positive. The give us a system by which to measure our progress. But expectations. Oh, they can be so cruel!
An imaginary conversation with myself:
"Hey Matt, how's life?"
"You know me, life isn't too bad. Its a challenge, its a struggle, but it's life!"
"You reaching all your goals?"
"well, myself, piece by piece and little by little I think I am. I'm seeing some aspects come to fruition, yes."
"Is it what you expected?"
"Hell no! Don't ask me that question. Don't distract me from attempting to get something done by constantly pointing out that what I expected out of my life at the age of 20 is not where I will find myself at the age of thirty."
"Look, I'm just being a realist! You didn't expect to be working at the bulls eye, while working with youth in a non-theatrical setting. I don't recall seeing that on your list of expectations."
"That's true me, but I also didn't expect to fall in love when I did and want to make a declaration of love to someone at the time in my life when I did. But I wouldn't change it! So stop hurling my old expectations in my face, and let me feel proud about the things I AM doing right, and the accomplishments I CAN be proud of! We couldn't see the future! we couldn't plan! we play it by ear you and I, and I have to say that all things considered we haven't done to poorly!"
"man, you don't have to be so harsh."
Call a therapist! I'm arguing with my past.
Don't worry I didn't have that conversation out loud...or ever for that matter. But sometimes its feels like we're fighting with our old expectations. And those expectations get in the way of what we do right. The number of times I have said in the past year "life is what happens when your making other plans" makes me seem like a broken record. But It's true.
Our old imagined expectations can often rear their ugly heads and try and make us lose focus of the things we can, and have controlled in our lives. The rest, as much as I hate to say it, is dumb luck. Right place, right time, right hand shake, right email address traded. The rest is out of our hands!
So, I respectfully and politely request that my old expectations shut the hell up, and allow me to focus on the goals I've set, and how I can better achieve them. And focus on the wonderful things I've accomplished such as the lives I've touched, and the lives that have touched me...even if just for a brief moment.
After all, those folks who went crazy building underground bunkers when they were worried the world would end at midnight January first 2000, probably felt a little silly when everybody went about their business the following morning. What we expect, and what actually occurs rarely get together and ask our opinion about how to proceed.
So be prepared, be ready, but be flexible. Trees bend in the wind, and it strengthens their root systems. When they are grown in an environment that has no wind, the fall right over. They never learned to be receptive of their environment. So prepare all you want...but don't be surprised when the wind comes asks you to change directions.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I Could blog about being one year closer to thirty...but Here's Something Else that's Been Rolling Around My Head.
It seems like every time I log onto Facebook lately, there's another status update about how much life sucks, how much you can't trust people, and which friends are really "true" friends. The majority of these updates tend to come from young people between the ages of 12 and 20. I don't want to appear insensitive or callous, but allow me to posit one question...What the HELL are you complaining about?!?!?
I am doing my best to avoid becoming that "adult," and I use the term lightly, who always rags on the teenagers. I don't want to be, nor do I ever intend to become that guy who "just doesn't understand" what young people are going through...the divide is just so huge isn't it? I don't buy that my status as "nearly thirty" renders me incapable of identifying with today's teenagers(technically, I still fit in the category of today's youth). 10-15 years may be a good chunk of time, but there are certain truths that I firmly and whole-heartedly believe NEVER CHANGE.
I've said it before, and I will say it again until I'm hoarse. Expect, or go looking for crap, and that is all you will find. If I walk outside on any random day thinking to myself, "I am gonna fight the first person who looks at me the wrong way," chances are whomever that unlucky fellow is, I probably looked at him the wrong way first!
It is nearly impossible to keep your negative feelings from manifesting in an outward fashion, and when you choose to wallow, and yes its a choice, you will discover that others are pulled down into the muck right alongside you. I suppose misery loves company...but you know what loves company even more...laughter, love, joy...they are as infectious as the swine flu.
I feel like I'm slowly veering into self-help land. I'm not Deepak Chopra, nor do I hold the "secret," and I can't give you a spiritual plan that will help you live a life driven by purpose. All I can share is what I've experienced, and what I've experienced is what I observe. If you really take a good look around, you'll see that people rarely hurt you deliberately. every action we pursue is motivated by something.
Allow me to Anecdotize:
I had the pleasure of working as a guest connections employee at the Chicago Children's Museum for about two years while in grad school. One of my favorite exhibits was also the biggest pain. Waterways: a huge turret of the Navy Pier which served as an example of how human beings harnessed and utilized our favorite force of nature, water, throughout history and the world. A Brilliant exhibit, and a great way to interact with guests and engage the many children and families who shuffled through our halls daily.
As you enter the exhibit, and guest would find a wall filled with hooks, and hanging from those hooks, was a line of multicolored, multi-sized rain coats that most parents demanded their children wear. My least favorite job when covering waterways was rearranging and re-hanging those coats. At the start of any shift I would hang them up in order of size and color: Light blue, the smallest, followed by purple, yellow, navy blue, and red, the largest. They would hang that way for about ten minutes, and then I'd turn around and the coats would be scattered about helter skelter. Parents would walk out of the exhibit proper, stare at the wall, and then hang the coat on whatever hook appealed to them. That is, if the coats didn't end up in a wet pile on the floor. The question that always ran through my head was "if you aren't seeing the hanging pattern of these coats, what else in life are you missing?"
Unfortunately, that's what happened. People missed the pattern. That, and some particularly tiny children would get ahead of their parents, and not knowing the rules, drop the coats on the ground. Plus, some parents were just overwhelmed by the fact that the were the sole parental unit in charge of 6 children for the day, and were too distracted to realize they were putting them in the wrong place.
These factors are true, but I never really considered them while working. what follows is a revelation I had just last evening.
Realizing all of those factors, I had a choice to make. I could've just stood there and let the coats pile up on the ground, or as I often did, just hang them wherever and let the next employee deal with the order. The latter of the two just served to frustrate the next person covering the exhibit, and confuse the guests. Thus the cycle of bad vibes would continue. So, most of the time, I choked down my peeves, slapped on a smile, and arranged those coats again for the next set of guests. sure people had made a mess of things...but it needed to be fixed, and the coat just happened to be in my hand.
And that is the question I have for all of you who have updated your status in such a depressing fashion as of late. What are you missing? Take a look around and ask yourself that. Really look. Examine what motivates the lives and choices of these friends who seem to be making your life miserable. Ask yourself...what are they experiencing, and then in turn, what do you really have to feel that bad about. I know life comes at you quick, and a great deal of us are still trying to figure out how to feel emotions in a productive way, as opposed to destructive, but right now, at your tender young age...what is really so bad?
The rain coat is in your hand. Now where you gonna put it?
I am doing my best to avoid becoming that "adult," and I use the term lightly, who always rags on the teenagers. I don't want to be, nor do I ever intend to become that guy who "just doesn't understand" what young people are going through...the divide is just so huge isn't it? I don't buy that my status as "nearly thirty" renders me incapable of identifying with today's teenagers(technically, I still fit in the category of today's youth). 10-15 years may be a good chunk of time, but there are certain truths that I firmly and whole-heartedly believe NEVER CHANGE.
I've said it before, and I will say it again until I'm hoarse. Expect, or go looking for crap, and that is all you will find. If I walk outside on any random day thinking to myself, "I am gonna fight the first person who looks at me the wrong way," chances are whomever that unlucky fellow is, I probably looked at him the wrong way first!
It is nearly impossible to keep your negative feelings from manifesting in an outward fashion, and when you choose to wallow, and yes its a choice, you will discover that others are pulled down into the muck right alongside you. I suppose misery loves company...but you know what loves company even more...laughter, love, joy...they are as infectious as the swine flu.
I feel like I'm slowly veering into self-help land. I'm not Deepak Chopra, nor do I hold the "secret," and I can't give you a spiritual plan that will help you live a life driven by purpose. All I can share is what I've experienced, and what I've experienced is what I observe. If you really take a good look around, you'll see that people rarely hurt you deliberately. every action we pursue is motivated by something.
Allow me to Anecdotize:
I had the pleasure of working as a guest connections employee at the Chicago Children's Museum for about two years while in grad school. One of my favorite exhibits was also the biggest pain. Waterways: a huge turret of the Navy Pier which served as an example of how human beings harnessed and utilized our favorite force of nature, water, throughout history and the world. A Brilliant exhibit, and a great way to interact with guests and engage the many children and families who shuffled through our halls daily.
As you enter the exhibit, and guest would find a wall filled with hooks, and hanging from those hooks, was a line of multicolored, multi-sized rain coats that most parents demanded their children wear. My least favorite job when covering waterways was rearranging and re-hanging those coats. At the start of any shift I would hang them up in order of size and color: Light blue, the smallest, followed by purple, yellow, navy blue, and red, the largest. They would hang that way for about ten minutes, and then I'd turn around and the coats would be scattered about helter skelter. Parents would walk out of the exhibit proper, stare at the wall, and then hang the coat on whatever hook appealed to them. That is, if the coats didn't end up in a wet pile on the floor. The question that always ran through my head was "if you aren't seeing the hanging pattern of these coats, what else in life are you missing?"
Unfortunately, that's what happened. People missed the pattern. That, and some particularly tiny children would get ahead of their parents, and not knowing the rules, drop the coats on the ground. Plus, some parents were just overwhelmed by the fact that the were the sole parental unit in charge of 6 children for the day, and were too distracted to realize they were putting them in the wrong place.
These factors are true, but I never really considered them while working. what follows is a revelation I had just last evening.
Realizing all of those factors, I had a choice to make. I could've just stood there and let the coats pile up on the ground, or as I often did, just hang them wherever and let the next employee deal with the order. The latter of the two just served to frustrate the next person covering the exhibit, and confuse the guests. Thus the cycle of bad vibes would continue. So, most of the time, I choked down my peeves, slapped on a smile, and arranged those coats again for the next set of guests. sure people had made a mess of things...but it needed to be fixed, and the coat just happened to be in my hand.
And that is the question I have for all of you who have updated your status in such a depressing fashion as of late. What are you missing? Take a look around and ask yourself that. Really look. Examine what motivates the lives and choices of these friends who seem to be making your life miserable. Ask yourself...what are they experiencing, and then in turn, what do you really have to feel that bad about. I know life comes at you quick, and a great deal of us are still trying to figure out how to feel emotions in a productive way, as opposed to destructive, but right now, at your tender young age...what is really so bad?
The rain coat is in your hand. Now where you gonna put it?
Thursday, March 25, 2010
You're right Joe, It is a big F***ing deal!
Anyone who knows me is more often than not sickened by my perpetual optimism, my faith in humanity, my firm held belief in people and their ability to rise to the challenge and unite in the face of adversity!
Well, Daaaaaaamn! Health-care opposition, you have managed to put a small chink in my armor of optimism!
"I hope you bleed...get cancer, and die." That was one of many threatening messages left on the phone of Representative Bart Stupak, D-Michigan.
"There are millions of people across the country who wish you ill and all of those thoughts projected on you will materialize into something that's not very good for you." That's another one. Not to mention the faxed in pictures of Stupak hanging from a gallows.
Let's dial back for just a moment. Take a journey with me.
Health Care reform is not a new issue. The government has been working toward health care reform since Carter was in office...maybe even prior to that, but I'm only 28, so my personal experience is slightly limited.
That being said, there's a great deal of talk about President Obama's agenda. It's not his agenda. It's a problem that has been plaguing America for ages. Obama is the first president who has managed to get anything truly done with it. And more power to him.
"Oh, stop strong arming everyone, President Obama! Stop forcing your agenda on people who don't want it."
HARDLY! One of the reasons America voted Obama into office was the fact that he intended to hold America accountable for itself. And when he stands in front of the children that make up our senate and house of representatives and tells them to grow up and get something done, everyone gets up in arms.
Its the truth, folks. Think about it. Lately I have become disenfranchised with political parties in general. I'm definitely not a Republican, and lately it seems the Democrats aren't getting much done either. Oh, for the good Ole' days when the loser of the presidential election became the vice president.
I can't think of a better path to true bipartisanship. But then again, if we tried to do that again, someone would probably cry foul and curse us for our heavy handed political agendas. Damn me and my desire to have people work together!
So now that I have completely lost focus, and turned this into a pointless rant, let's try and bring it back again.
The point I'm trying to make is, legislation is more than just laws and paper and votes. It's people. There are millions of Americans who can't afford to keep their families healthy. Simply by being born into this world, you have a responsibility to every other human being on the planet. We are drafted into service of our fellow man whether we like it or not. Any measure taken to make life better for humanity, is for our greater good. If the process isn't perfect then we need to sit and talk. Threatening others, decrying them as scum, name calling, vitriol...all of these things only serve to hurt us.
what I'm trying to say is, that even though I think Rush Limbaugh is a blowhard, I don't wish him ill. I'd love to sit and have a conversation with him, and find out why he's always so angry at the liberals. I wouldn't like to see him burned at the stake, despite any inklings to the contrary that may pop up.
We're human beings. We get angry. It's healthy to let it out. But let's not waste our time and energy on tearing each other down. My hand is always outstretched to anyone who needs it, or wishes to stand by my side, regardless of political leaning.
You are a person.
I wish you well.
I wish you to share those well wishes with others.
I wish you to embrace the people who make you the most angry, and figure out how to appreciate them for what they are, flawed, emotional...human.
That's hard. For everyone. But man, what life would be like if we could do it.
And last but not least: Contrary to the folks(mostly republicans) who have spoken out against these threats, intoning that America is not a country of violence or hatred, Take one minute to think about every act that you've been in favor of lately, and how many lives, both American and foreign have been lost in the last 8 years. And then re-examine your chosen language.
"Don't retreat, Instead...RELOAD!" -Sarah Palin.
Maybe you're not inciting violence, but your metaphores are a bit unfortunate. Especially in this day and age.
There never was a good war, or a bad peace. Health care doesn't have to be a battle, and the people who are our public servants aren't the bad guys.
Well, Daaaaaaamn! Health-care opposition, you have managed to put a small chink in my armor of optimism!
"I hope you bleed...get cancer, and die." That was one of many threatening messages left on the phone of Representative Bart Stupak, D-Michigan.
"There are millions of people across the country who wish you ill and all of those thoughts projected on you will materialize into something that's not very good for you." That's another one. Not to mention the faxed in pictures of Stupak hanging from a gallows.
Let's dial back for just a moment. Take a journey with me.
Health Care reform is not a new issue. The government has been working toward health care reform since Carter was in office...maybe even prior to that, but I'm only 28, so my personal experience is slightly limited.
That being said, there's a great deal of talk about President Obama's agenda. It's not his agenda. It's a problem that has been plaguing America for ages. Obama is the first president who has managed to get anything truly done with it. And more power to him.
"Oh, stop strong arming everyone, President Obama! Stop forcing your agenda on people who don't want it."
HARDLY! One of the reasons America voted Obama into office was the fact that he intended to hold America accountable for itself. And when he stands in front of the children that make up our senate and house of representatives and tells them to grow up and get something done, everyone gets up in arms.
Its the truth, folks. Think about it. Lately I have become disenfranchised with political parties in general. I'm definitely not a Republican, and lately it seems the Democrats aren't getting much done either. Oh, for the good Ole' days when the loser of the presidential election became the vice president.
I can't think of a better path to true bipartisanship. But then again, if we tried to do that again, someone would probably cry foul and curse us for our heavy handed political agendas. Damn me and my desire to have people work together!
So now that I have completely lost focus, and turned this into a pointless rant, let's try and bring it back again.
The point I'm trying to make is, legislation is more than just laws and paper and votes. It's people. There are millions of Americans who can't afford to keep their families healthy. Simply by being born into this world, you have a responsibility to every other human being on the planet. We are drafted into service of our fellow man whether we like it or not. Any measure taken to make life better for humanity, is for our greater good. If the process isn't perfect then we need to sit and talk. Threatening others, decrying them as scum, name calling, vitriol...all of these things only serve to hurt us.
what I'm trying to say is, that even though I think Rush Limbaugh is a blowhard, I don't wish him ill. I'd love to sit and have a conversation with him, and find out why he's always so angry at the liberals. I wouldn't like to see him burned at the stake, despite any inklings to the contrary that may pop up.
We're human beings. We get angry. It's healthy to let it out. But let's not waste our time and energy on tearing each other down. My hand is always outstretched to anyone who needs it, or wishes to stand by my side, regardless of political leaning.
You are a person.
I wish you well.
I wish you to share those well wishes with others.
I wish you to embrace the people who make you the most angry, and figure out how to appreciate them for what they are, flawed, emotional...human.
That's hard. For everyone. But man, what life would be like if we could do it.
And last but not least: Contrary to the folks(mostly republicans) who have spoken out against these threats, intoning that America is not a country of violence or hatred, Take one minute to think about every act that you've been in favor of lately, and how many lives, both American and foreign have been lost in the last 8 years. And then re-examine your chosen language.
"Don't retreat, Instead...RELOAD!" -Sarah Palin.
Maybe you're not inciting violence, but your metaphores are a bit unfortunate. Especially in this day and age.
There never was a good war, or a bad peace. Health care doesn't have to be a battle, and the people who are our public servants aren't the bad guys.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Don't Be Such A Downer!
I was fired a week and a half ago.
"Man, why would write about something so depressing? Isn't there something happier you could blog about?"
Well, I could extemporize on the three episodes of 30 Rock I watched on demand last week, or what I have been eating for breakfast everyday. But something tells me that wouldn't completely be worth reading. And since I've already adequately ripped The Lightning Thief a new one on various other social media, it's time to move on.
The point is, if you're going to take the time to share your innermost thoughts with the world wide web, it better be about something you are familiar with, and that you care about. Otherwise, what's the point?
So yes, I was fired a week and a half ago.
What's the worst thing about being fired? I have found that it's not the sudden lack of income, or the relative aimlessness that comes with not having a fixed daily schedule, but the feeling you get when someone looks you in the eye, and in essence, tells you "That thing you always felt at least moderately competent doing...we disagree. Sorry, guess you were wrong."
Man, that's the blow. You'd feel a little better if you knew it was for financial reasons. That at least doesn't reflect on you. Hell, the economy sucks...we can't hide from that. But no, "you aren't what we thought you would be." It's hard to not just walk away and think to yourself, "Who did I let down? What's wrong with me?"
But self confidence is a crazy thing, and just when you thought it had taken a vacation, it pops its head back in. Waht's even crazier is that confidence speaks with a voice that sounds a lot like your wife, or your close friends, or your former employers, or your family. And in that voice, it holds you closely and it says, "There's a reason for this, and it's their loss. Not yours." And let me tell you, when self-confidence has so many different voices, and they all seem to be saying the same thing, you can't help but believe those voices. You can't help but think that they are speaking truth, and they obviously know what they're talking about. Those voices have known you a hell of a lot longer than any former employer. What's more, they know you more intimately. They know what you're capable of, and they know what you can be when you are at your best, and if they have anything to say about it, they'll be damned if you don't SHINE!
So yes, for the present time, I am going to blog about what it means to be unemployed, because I firmly believe it's a topic that can be addressed with humor, positivity, and promise. I'm also going to keep track of other goals of my own; weight loss, exercise, and creativity. I will include information regarding all those things with every post, and we'll see where I end up once I'm gainfully employed again.
So for today: As of 03/11/2010
Weight: 240.5 lbs.
Exercise Goal: Do a half hour on the elliptical
Creativity: begin to assemble cover letter that adequately paints a picture of the professional I am, and want to be!
So, what have we learned today. Unemployment sucks. Especially not getting a paycheck. But you can view it as a prison sentence, or a gift. I choose a gift. why?
Because when you are working full time you're decisions have been made. Right now, the possibilities are endless.
"Man, why would write about something so depressing? Isn't there something happier you could blog about?"
Well, I could extemporize on the three episodes of 30 Rock I watched on demand last week, or what I have been eating for breakfast everyday. But something tells me that wouldn't completely be worth reading. And since I've already adequately ripped The Lightning Thief a new one on various other social media, it's time to move on.
The point is, if you're going to take the time to share your innermost thoughts with the world wide web, it better be about something you are familiar with, and that you care about. Otherwise, what's the point?
So yes, I was fired a week and a half ago.
What's the worst thing about being fired? I have found that it's not the sudden lack of income, or the relative aimlessness that comes with not having a fixed daily schedule, but the feeling you get when someone looks you in the eye, and in essence, tells you "That thing you always felt at least moderately competent doing...we disagree. Sorry, guess you were wrong."
Man, that's the blow. You'd feel a little better if you knew it was for financial reasons. That at least doesn't reflect on you. Hell, the economy sucks...we can't hide from that. But no, "you aren't what we thought you would be." It's hard to not just walk away and think to yourself, "Who did I let down? What's wrong with me?"
But self confidence is a crazy thing, and just when you thought it had taken a vacation, it pops its head back in. Waht's even crazier is that confidence speaks with a voice that sounds a lot like your wife, or your close friends, or your former employers, or your family. And in that voice, it holds you closely and it says, "There's a reason for this, and it's their loss. Not yours." And let me tell you, when self-confidence has so many different voices, and they all seem to be saying the same thing, you can't help but believe those voices. You can't help but think that they are speaking truth, and they obviously know what they're talking about. Those voices have known you a hell of a lot longer than any former employer. What's more, they know you more intimately. They know what you're capable of, and they know what you can be when you are at your best, and if they have anything to say about it, they'll be damned if you don't SHINE!
So yes, for the present time, I am going to blog about what it means to be unemployed, because I firmly believe it's a topic that can be addressed with humor, positivity, and promise. I'm also going to keep track of other goals of my own; weight loss, exercise, and creativity. I will include information regarding all those things with every post, and we'll see where I end up once I'm gainfully employed again.
So for today: As of 03/11/2010
Weight: 240.5 lbs.
Exercise Goal: Do a half hour on the elliptical
Creativity: begin to assemble cover letter that adequately paints a picture of the professional I am, and want to be!
So, what have we learned today. Unemployment sucks. Especially not getting a paycheck. But you can view it as a prison sentence, or a gift. I choose a gift. why?
Because when you are working full time you're decisions have been made. Right now, the possibilities are endless.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
And so it begins...
Allow me to weave a tale of intrigue, magic, and awe for you...
The year: 2005! I know it was 2005 as I was still using my small blue cell phone, and had yet to switch to the small black cell phone.
The Place: Camp Washington, Lakeside, CT!
The Time: Dinner!
The day was beginning to wind down, and i was seated at a round table in the dining hall with a group of campers. The topic of conversation turned to my magical airship, and the journey I had undertaken to the wilds of Northern Alaska. I had assembled a crew of young women who all happened to be named Becca, and as we soared above the slopes of Mt. Denali, I sighted, through the lens of my powerful air to surface telescope, a group of young wolverines leaping about the rocks and snow topped crags in a sprightly and agile fashion.
We brought her down to the surface to frolic with the youths of the wild. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that not only were they sprightly and agile, but among their number was one member of the mustelidae family who posessed more than just a gluttonous knowledge of the Alaskan food chain, but a gleam in his eye, and an uncanny ear for the English language.
Thus, an era began, and the Magic Wolverine was born. He entered the world bright-eyed and bushy tailed as a spring squirrell, and ready to face down any challenge that may hurl intself into his path. He was like a child to me, a brainchild ready to occupy the minds of children of all ages in a pinch. A hero with power, wit, and a catchy theme song that sounded like it could be accompanied by an eighties hair band. He became immortalized in the minds of young people at Camp Washington, and in the minds of patrons of the local Mexican Restaurant on Karaoke night. His deeds would be taken from the woods of northwestern Connecticut to the plains of Illinois(without permission, but who's bitter), and he wood stand as an icon for truth, justice, creativity, and anthropomorpheses.
Thus I welcome you to the world of the Magic Wolverine's blog. What adventures will we take toegther? Who knows? What journeys through the uncharted realms of the human psyche will we endevour? They wouldn't be uncharted if I had any clue. Enter with an open mind, and an understanding that adventure is in the eye of the beholder, and you will not be dissapointed!
Welcome, and hang on, it's gonna be an interesting ride.
The year: 2005! I know it was 2005 as I was still using my small blue cell phone, and had yet to switch to the small black cell phone.
The Place: Camp Washington, Lakeside, CT!
The Time: Dinner!
The day was beginning to wind down, and i was seated at a round table in the dining hall with a group of campers. The topic of conversation turned to my magical airship, and the journey I had undertaken to the wilds of Northern Alaska. I had assembled a crew of young women who all happened to be named Becca, and as we soared above the slopes of Mt. Denali, I sighted, through the lens of my powerful air to surface telescope, a group of young wolverines leaping about the rocks and snow topped crags in a sprightly and agile fashion.
We brought her down to the surface to frolic with the youths of the wild. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that not only were they sprightly and agile, but among their number was one member of the mustelidae family who posessed more than just a gluttonous knowledge of the Alaskan food chain, but a gleam in his eye, and an uncanny ear for the English language.
Thus, an era began, and the Magic Wolverine was born. He entered the world bright-eyed and bushy tailed as a spring squirrell, and ready to face down any challenge that may hurl intself into his path. He was like a child to me, a brainchild ready to occupy the minds of children of all ages in a pinch. A hero with power, wit, and a catchy theme song that sounded like it could be accompanied by an eighties hair band. He became immortalized in the minds of young people at Camp Washington, and in the minds of patrons of the local Mexican Restaurant on Karaoke night. His deeds would be taken from the woods of northwestern Connecticut to the plains of Illinois(without permission, but who's bitter), and he wood stand as an icon for truth, justice, creativity, and anthropomorpheses.
Thus I welcome you to the world of the Magic Wolverine's blog. What adventures will we take toegther? Who knows? What journeys through the uncharted realms of the human psyche will we endevour? They wouldn't be uncharted if I had any clue. Enter with an open mind, and an understanding that adventure is in the eye of the beholder, and you will not be dissapointed!
Welcome, and hang on, it's gonna be an interesting ride.
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