Welcome to My Blog
As the title suggests, I will be telling stories and expressing my varying opinions. And yes, they may be offensive. Not offensive in the way that you're thinking (by that I mean I'm not going to be flat out profane) more offensive in the sense that I'm going to say things that you might not like. I have a lot of opinions, and they're rather strong. You may disagree, but hopefully you'll find yourself slightly entertained, maybe just a little amused, possibly just a bit aroused (that's a joke, by the way). If you're even the smallest amount intrigued, then I encourage you to continue reading. I have much, much more to say.
The Thief, Megan Whalen Turner
The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood
The World According to Garp, John Irving
The Lies of Locke Lamora, Scott Lynch
A Canticle for Leibowitz, Walter M. Miller, Jr.
The Wee Free Men, Terry Pratchett
Dolores Claiborne, Stephen King
Redwall, Brian Jacques
Maurice, E.M. Forster
The Apprentice: My Life in the Kitchen, Jacques Pepin
Astrophysics for People in a Hurry, Neil DeGrasse Tyson (a)
Mossflower, Brian Jacques
The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
Everything's Eventual, Stephen King
Revolutionary Road, Richard Yates
Brave New World, Aldous Huxley
Hawkeye, Vol. 1: My Life as a Weapon, Matt Fraction and David Aja
Steal This Book, Abbie Hoffman
Rose Madder, Stephen King
Riding the Rap, Elmore Leonard
Night Shift, Stephen King
Girl, Interrupted, Susanna Kaysen
Raylan, Elmore Leonard
From a Buick 8, Stephen King
A Darker Shade of Magic, V.E. Scwhab
The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck, Mark Manson
Skeleton Crew, Stephen King
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert M. Pirsig
The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov
The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
Watership Down, Richard Adams (2)
The House of the Baskervilles, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
A Study in Scarlet, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The Sign of the Four, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (a)
Siddhartha, Herman Hesse (a)
Wind, Sand and Stars, Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Before We Were Yours, Lisa Wingate
A Wizard of Earthsea, Ursula K. Le Guin
Storm Front, Jim Butcher
Fool Moon, Jim Butcher
Grave Peril, Jim Butcher
Saga, Book 1, Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples
Summer Knight, Jim Butcher
Saga, Book 2, Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples
Y: The Last Man, Unmanned, Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra
Y: The Last Man, Cycles, Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra
Y: The Last Man, Book Two, Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra
I Am Not a Serial Killer, Dan Wells
Y: The Last Man, Book Three, Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra
Y: The Last Man, Book Four, Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra
Y: The Last Man, Book Five, Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra
Annihilation, Jeff Vandermeer
Blood Rites, Jim Butcher
Preacher, Book One, Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon
Preacher, Book Two, Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon
Preacher, Book Three, Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon
The Private Eye, Volume One, Brian K. Vaughan and Marcos Martin
Preacher, Book Four, Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon
The Private Eye, Volume Two, Brian K. Vaughan and Marcos Martin
Preacher, Book Five, Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon
Preacher, Book Six, Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon
Dead Beat, Jim Butcher
Proven Guilty, Jim Butcher
White Knight, Jim Butcher
Small Favor, Jim Butcher
Turn Coat, Jim Butcher
Changes, Jim Butcher
Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury
(2)=second time reading
There seem to be two contrary philosophies in today’s American society. On the one hand, many claim that the purpose of life is to achieve happiness. Many see the means to achieve that happiness in the so-called “American Dream,” the idea that if one works hard enough then he/she can move up the corporate ladder until he/she is in charge of others and extremely rich. I don’t see the two of these going hand-in-hand, and this is a somewhat unpopular opinion in this day and age. Let me again say that I can only give my own feelings and experiences on this matter.
Many philosophers, psychologists, and thinkers have studied the idea of happiness, perhaps most notably Sigmund Freud in his book Civilization and its Discontents. In this book, Freud says:
What we call happiness in the strictest sense comes from the (preferable sudden) satisfaction of needs which have been dammed up to a high degree, and it is from its nature only possible as an episodic phenomenon. When any situation that is desired by the pleasure principle is prolonged, it only produces a feeling of mild contentment. We are so made that we can derive intense enjoyment only from a contrast and very little from a state of things. Thus our possibilities of happiness are already restricted by our constitution. (Freud)
I’d like to start with my job. For the last three and a half years, I have worked as a tutor at a university. At the risk of getting in trouble, I’ll not be getting more specific than that. For the entirety of my time at my job, I have loved what I do. Every day, I get to go to a place that has an atmosphere that I enjoy and thrive on, a casual and friendly learning environment. I get to impart my knowledge upon others, bettering them and increasing their understanding of concepts and practices, and bettering myself by learning from each of them. My wife says she loves that I love what I do, and the fact that I’ve never had a bad day at work, the fact that I’ve never said, “I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.”
Let me be clear that this isn’t simply me having an excellent work ethic or being consistently positive; I’ve had previous jobs where every day was a bad day and every night was “I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.” I’ve just found my fit. I’ve found a place where I can be happy with what I do, feel like I make a difference, and be excited to go back to work the next day. However, many people seem to think that’s not enough. Because my job doesn’t pay a lot of money and it’s only part-time, many of the people in my life, even others who I work with, think that it’s time for me to move forward.
Since I graduated with my Bachelor’s degree a year and a half ago, people have been frequently bombarding me with questions about when I’m going to “move on” or get a “real” job. These questions confuse and vex me. Why should I “move on?” Because society dictates that the next step is moving on to a full-time position doing something that I don’t enjoy? How is that better than what I’m doing now? Why is it not enough that I’m content now? I’ve seen many people give up on a job they love in order to move on to something that pays better or has longer hours, for no other reason than it’s the “next step.” Because I’ve heretofore refused to take that “next step,” somehow I’m identified as lazy, complacent, and settling for less. But if achieving contentment is the goal, then I’ve certainly done that at work, so why leave that behind?
I’d like to quickly thank my parents for never being on the side of pressuring me to move on. I think they’ve worked enough jobs, some for money, some for joy, and they’ve been able to tell which way is really better. Thanks for that.
Because of the pressures of succeeding in the established sense, I have applied for several jobs in my time at this job, but because my heart wasn’t really in it, I haven’t gotten any of those jobs. A larger part of me has been happy about that; I didn’t want to leave anyway. I was only really applying for them to go through the motions. So, at that point, I’m wasting time just to have the appearance of progressing
The fact is, I feel like I am progressing. Each day before work, I can spend my time doing whatever I like, a luxury I don’t take for granted. I spend it doing things that either I enjoy, furthering my contentment, or that I both enjoy and that can further me as a person: reading, writing, drawing, Photoshopping, working on my podcast, or editing my YouTube videos. I spend that time developing skills that I enjoy and that may eventually help me if I decide to get a new job down the line. I feel like that’s enough.
The next area where I find this problem of philosophy affecting me is fitness. Many people have achieved contentment through fitness. Across the world, people find that the effort put forth results in progress they can see, and that makes them “happier.” This mindset is almost universal in America; better fitness results in a better life. The problem is that this mindset, for some, can be harmful.
It’s not a mystery that each person enjoys different things. Some, like me, find fulfillment in writing, in earning platinum trophies in video games, or producing a podcast that very few people listen to. Others prefer building homes or, in this case, working out. There is no one-size-fits-all path to happiness, but so many people seem the think that fitness is the one. I am saying nothing against people who strive to be physically fit; it is undoubtedly a great thing to do for oneself if it is making them happy or is contributing to their contentment.
Myself, I’ve always been the chubby guy, since my early teens, and I really have no problem with that. I don’t feel dizzy or short-of-breath at any point during the day, I don’t feel out of shape, and I don’t feel much in the way of phantom pain. I feel good, honestly, despite the fact that I’m a bit heavier than some. However, once again, that apparently isn’t enough for many people. People all seem to think that if I want to be happy, I have to be thin, muscular, and strong. I just don’t think that’s the case. For many people, it is; many find their happiness directly correlates with their appearance and fitness. As I said earlier, this can be harmful for those of us who don’t fit in with the Hollywood ideal of beauty, but don’t necessarily want to.
The idea that muscle mass or lack of flab is directly equated to life satisfaction and happiness makes people who aren’t Adonises feel like they’re lesser. That feeling doesn’t really make people want to jump up from what they’re doing a rush to the gym, particularly if the gym isn’t something they enjoy in the first place.
Again, I can only really speak to my own experience. I have never had any problem with the physical aspect of working out. I enjoy hiking, biking, and, even to some extent, lifting weights. However, I don’t like the gym itself, as a place. The reason for this is that, in my opinion, it is a haven for judgment, both of others and oneself. As hard as it is to go through life and not compare oneself to every beautiful man or woman on screen or on the covers of magazines, it is almost impossible not to compare myself to others at the gym. There’s an air of insecurity that comes standard with the gym if you’re not in great shape and you’re not super familiar with the steps, procedures, and etiquette of the place. That can make it even harder to go and better oneself.
Just this weekend, I went to the gym with a group of friends, somewhat begrudgingly, but I love my friends and I wanted to share in their experiences, despite the fact that the gym is far from my favorite place. While I was there, I told myself not to judge others, but I did it almost automatically. Because I was feeling somewhat insecure about myself, I unconsciously sought out others around me who were bigger, less fit than I was, so that I wasn’t the least fit person there. I don’t want to do that. Really, I don’t. Then, just a short time later, I was doing assisted dips on a machine and a giant, six-and-a-half feet tall, 280-pounds of sheer muscle, laughed at me and said, “Look at him.” Sweet. That’s what I needed.
The problem for me is this: I feel completely happy and proud of my fitness and my body until I’m at the gym or thinking about the gym. You can’t strive to better yourself without first acknowledging that you’re worse now than you could be. That acknowledgement doesn’t make me happy; it makes me feel bad about my physical self. So, I’d rather just not do that. I’d rather just be content with who I am physically and let that be, never comparing myself to others, whether I think I’m better or worse. That in some ways is a difficult option to take, though. Even after making the choice to just be happy with whom I am, I will still feel the pressures to go to the gym or do something to “better” myself. Regardless, I’m going to stand my ground, for now.
Lastly, I’d like to speak about writing, something that I deeply enjoy, and have for my entire life. When I successfully write something, anything, I feel glad that I’ve completed the process of moving something from my mind to a page, in words that I feel accurately convey my meaning and sentiment. I majored in creative writing and I had lofty ambitions of being a full-time writer, taking my many ideas for stories and novels and making them reality.
Unfortunately, societal pressure has gotten me down again. I find that I have a harder time writing now than ever before because the looming shadow of commercial success is always over me. The pressure of success has made me feel like nothing I write is good enough, because I am only ever thinking about the eventual end of submitting it, and it likely being rejected (this is of course not because of my writing specifically; the publishing world is simply a difficult one. I can acknowledge this, and really know this, yet it doesn’t really help me when it comes time to get the words going).
This is an area where I still need to work harder. Just as I’ve done with my job, I need to get over how people may perceive my work and just do it because I love it and it furthers my contentment. That’s my biggest challenge right now. It’s just not easy to push through the pressures of so many people, truly an entire civilization and its discontents, to make that happen.
In closing, I just want to say that I truly am content. For any person out there who thinks that I need a new job, that I need to have a six-pack and rippling biceps, that I need to be a prolifically published writer, I just don’t think I do. I am content with who I am and what I’m doing with my life. The only times that I feel discontent is when I open myself up to external pressures. So, I’m going to go on ahead with a poignant phrase of this generation, “You do you.” As much as I may hate how people of my generation talk, I kinda like the sentiment of that one. I’m going to be who I want to be, rather than who others want me to be, and, I think, that will make me happy.
Thanks for reading my thoughts and ramblings.
Until next time,
Freud, Sigmund. Civilization and its Discontents in The Standard Editions of the Complete
Letting Loose the Hounds, Brady Udall
Desert Solitaire, Edward Abbey
Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck
Black Panther: Civil War, Reginald Hudlin
peculiar, Various, Created by Aaron Gates and Jack Garcia
The Chronicles of Narnia, C.S. Lewis
The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven, Sherman Alexie
The Watch, Rick Bass
Travels with Charley in Search of America, John Steinbeck
Mr. Mercedes, Stephen King
The Complete Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
Finder's Keepers, Stephen King
A Series of Unfortunate Events, Lemony Snicket
American Gods, Neil Gaiman
Insomnia, Stephen King
A Friend of the Earth, T.C. Boyle
The Martian, Andy Weir
On the Road, Jack Kerouac
Of Mice and Men, John Steinbeck
Watership Down, Richard Adams
A Wrinkle in Time, Madeleine L'Engle
"Imprisoned with the Pharaohs" and Other Stories, H.P. Lovecraft (audiobook)
Song of Solomon, Toni Morrison
Old Man and the Sea, Ernest Hemingway
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Robert Louis Stevenson
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Ken Kesey
A Mercy, Toni Morrison
Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
Peter and Wendy, J.M. Barrie
Unfaithful Music & Disappearing Ink, Elvis Costello
Alias, Brian Michael Bendis
Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
East of Eden, John Steinbeck
Nigger, Dick Gregory
God Bless John Wayne, Kinky Friedman
Kitchen Confidential, Anthony Bourdain
Black Boy, Richard Wright
White Noise, Don DeLillo
The Color Purple, Alice Walker
11/22/63, Stephen King
Animal Farm, George Orwell
A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway
Shadow of the Wind, Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman
The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison
Code Name Verity, Elizabeth Wein
Three Tales from the Sketchbook of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent, Washington Irving
The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame
The Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster
Inkheart, Cornelia Funke
How to Write a Sentence, Stanley Fish
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, Pablo Neruda
Inkspell, Cornelia Funke
The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, Sherman Alexie
Inkdeath, Cornelia Funke
The Book of Three, Lloyd Alexander
The Black Cauldron, Lloyd Alexander
The Castle of Llyr, Lloyd Alexander
Taran Wanderer, Lloyd Alexander
The High King, Lloyd Alexander
I'm sure almost everyone has heard about Mars One plan. If you haven't, I'll explain it to you. The idea is to send an unmanned spacecraft to Mars in 2018, equipped with some water and other various scientific instruments, and then to follow that with a group of four earth humans (selected from 200,000 applicants, all of whom I'm sure don't have any marital or financial problems...), who will arrive on 2024-25 and never return to Earth. This project will cost "around $6,000,000,000" (six billion) according to CNN. Y'know, approximately. The intent of the mission is to eventually colonize the red planet.
This has gotten me thinking a lot.
What kind of people do we want to be the first to another planet?
This is very important. I mean, there will almost certainly be a doctor, or someone with medical experience, in case of accidents. What other than that though? There doesn't really need to be a teacher at this stage, since everyone going will already be educated (hopefully). Tayler said that a hairstylist from Provo applied. Far from thinking this ridiculous, I thought it was pretty damn clever. She realizes that people on Mars are gonna need haircuts like anyone else. Someone's gotta do it. I think there ought to be a skilled writer up there. Someone needs to chronicle that shit. Also, they get the pleasure of starting their journal entries with "Captain's log" or "Stardate blah-blah" or "Mars One Main Correspondent reporting from Mars One Main Mission Base..." Cool. I'm interested to see. Rumor has it that the people going will be chosen by the public. That scares me. The public doesn't know what the hell it wants (look at the Kardashians, for God's sake!). I don't think the world is ready for "The Real Housewives of Mars" or "Survivor: Red Planet." Maybe Survivor.
Will they have their own government?
I feel like knowing who's in charge will be a challenge. They ought to have a mayor or something, right? Maybe a president. Then the question is, can previous presidents from Earth run for Mars president? (Maybe that's why they froze Lenin, so that he could be revived to rule Mars...the RED Planet! I may have just stumbled about some serious business!) I hope for the citizens of Mars that some of our more "special" presidents don't run (especially if his brother is the governor of Mars-Florida... I'm not talking about anyone specific here...)
Not too much more now... Sorry that it's so lengthy this time... (That's what she said. I've made that joke before, but it's still funny.)
Will they have their own currency?
Joe jokingly said that they would use bitcoin. I think they'd be missing an opportunity to come up with something new. (I'm thinking SchruteBucks, or something similar). I say that they should come up with a new Mars money, something that is worth less than the dollar, so that Americans can finally go somewhere and have the exchange rate in their favor for once!
How will they handle procreation?
I don't know if these people will be too concerned about it initially, but eventually there will be some babies (the first Martians!), accidents happen. Are they prepared for this? I hope so...
Are they going to attempt to bring more water and create an Earth-esque climate, complete with all of that evaporation, condensation, precipitation business that we learned about in our ninth grade Earth Sciences class with Mr. Landeen?!
Lastly, what language will they speak?
It's my understanding that this project will include people from a few different nationalities (it probably should anyone, or else that's not cool...). Are they going to establish a common language? Will it be one that already exists? Again, I feel like they would be missing out on a rare chance to create a brand new language. That sounds like a madorkian trimply! (Marsian for "freaking blast!")
Alright. That's it for today.
Until next time,