Ok, so I know that I haven't exactly "updated" this blog "regularly", but hey I'm in a transition period folks. Getting older, getting taller (not really, which is a real drag) and graduating college. Which brings me to the purpose of this post...
I'M IN AFRICA SUCKERS!!!!
So with all that said, I will not be posting on "this" blog for the next month and a half. Instead, you can look forward (or dread) my posting on this other blog... kitaleleadershipinstitute.blogspot.com
That's all for now friends. I miss all of you (both in terms of my seeing you and in terms of you reading my blog) but hey August 20th is not too far off. And rest assured I'll be back to full-blog-ahead when I return.
Over and out.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
On Certain Amounts of Confusion Regarding the Previous Post
I don't hate or even not like my Santa Barbarian friends, quite the contrary actually. I guess what is happening is a new and quite sizable amount of uncertainty regarding the future (considering my recent graduation from college) and a longing for the comfortable and familiar in this time. However, that sonnovabitch drano sink of death is still a very real adversary of mine. That shit ain't a joke, son. He's going down... literally... down the soon to be unclogged drain.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
On the Prodigal Son Returning or My Time Amongst the Whores
The title of this blog may or may not be somewhat confusing. For one, no, I have not been spending any time around literal prostitutes recently (at least to my knowledge, unless of course the hookers have gotten in the habit of leaving their corners, dressing like you and me, and hanging out at Starbucks for obscene amounts of time. It's more of a metaphor for A. my time spent away from this blog and B. my time away from my friends and family at home.
Again, are my friends here (Santa Barbara) whores? No, not really. It's just that they engage in some lifestyle choices that are beyond my sphere of interest. I would liken it (and will) to the parable of the prodigal son, if let's say the son went away without his inheritance (I'm broke) and he wasn't at all morally deficient (like instead of having casual sex with prostitutes he was forced to just hang out with them for extended periods of time). I guess that's kind of what my situation is like except now that I have graduated and am required to remain in SB for mayterm classes, I have been forced to move into the lions den. So then, the prodigal son moved beyond frequent hangouts to roommate status. Also, when he was asleep there was a clogged sink filled to the brim with either A.) moldy water (Can water mold? YOU BET YOUR ASS IT CAN!) or B. ineffective drano mixed with moldy water. Let's just assume that both of these options make it extremely difficult to sleep or be healthy in any way. So, that's where I'm at.
But hey, on the up side, I leave for Kenya in one month and then I will be rid of the cancer that is Santa Barbara for good.
Ok, my SB friends are not cancer, but like maybe shingles, treatable and just slightly irritating. Ok maybe shingles is still a little harsh (as it often comes paired with meningitis. Can you say spinal tap? Yes... spinal tap). No, they are more like a pretty bad bite from your garden variety spider. Yeah. A pet spider perhaps, that you love but sometimes it bites you. And then it's annoying but when the bite goes away you like it again, only to repeat the cycle. Perfect analogy... ENGAGE!!!!
Actually, I'm being a damn big baby. I have a month left in this town (and country for that matter) and I think I can manage. Ok bootstraps, consider yourselves picked up.
Again, are my friends here (Santa Barbara) whores? No, not really. It's just that they engage in some lifestyle choices that are beyond my sphere of interest. I would liken it (and will) to the parable of the prodigal son, if let's say the son went away without his inheritance (I'm broke) and he wasn't at all morally deficient (like instead of having casual sex with prostitutes he was forced to just hang out with them for extended periods of time). I guess that's kind of what my situation is like except now that I have graduated and am required to remain in SB for mayterm classes, I have been forced to move into the lions den. So then, the prodigal son moved beyond frequent hangouts to roommate status. Also, when he was asleep there was a clogged sink filled to the brim with either A.) moldy water (Can water mold? YOU BET YOUR ASS IT CAN!) or B. ineffective drano mixed with moldy water. Let's just assume that both of these options make it extremely difficult to sleep or be healthy in any way. So, that's where I'm at.
But hey, on the up side, I leave for Kenya in one month and then I will be rid of the cancer that is Santa Barbara for good.
Ok, my SB friends are not cancer, but like maybe shingles, treatable and just slightly irritating. Ok maybe shingles is still a little harsh (as it often comes paired with meningitis. Can you say spinal tap? Yes... spinal tap). No, they are more like a pretty bad bite from your garden variety spider. Yeah. A pet spider perhaps, that you love but sometimes it bites you. And then it's annoying but when the bite goes away you like it again, only to repeat the cycle. Perfect analogy... ENGAGE!!!!
Actually, I'm being a damn big baby. I have a month left in this town (and country for that matter) and I think I can manage. Ok bootstraps, consider yourselves picked up.
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