tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64273320241896499322024-03-06T01:44:47.039-06:00Strange Stepsthat lead to places and people I don't know.Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-9952533013955996722017-04-13T10:36:00.000-05:002017-04-13T11:20:25.481-05:00<body>
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<p>I'm reviving this blog.</p>
<p>If you somehow find yourself here, please comment and let me know what you think I should write about.</p>
<p>Per my <a href="http://www.quora.com/Edmarc-Hedrick">Quora</a> profile, I like the following:</p>
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1/ euro board games
<br>2/ yogging
<br>3/ facebook
<br>4/ learning
<br>5/ travel
<br>6/ the dalai lama
<br>7/ minimalism
<br>8/ beer
<br>9/ language
<br>10/ breakfast tacos</p>Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-92118895828325284462011-06-19T14:03:00.000-05:002011-06-19T14:04:15.910-05:00No PooBegin date: June 15th.Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-12657066196627010352011-06-15T20:11:00.009-05:002011-06-17T00:15:22.793-05:00Denver, Colo (Road Trip)<b>DAY 1; May 31</b><div>I had a blast visiting Denver between May 31 and June 5. In order to maximize our time there, Kyle, Cat and I decided to drive 19 straight hours. We did it, but it was quite difficult. We took shifts where one person drives 3 hours, one stays up 3 hours to help keep the next person awake, and one sleeps/rejuvenates themselves for 3 hours. It was a pretty good system, but by the end... man was it hard. And we were driving alongside a thunderstorm the whole time with crazy amounts of cloud-ground lightning. Because of all the recent tornados causing destruction the past few weeks, we were pretty nervous/scared. But in the end, we made it.<div><br /></div><div><b>DAY 2; June 1</b></div><div>So we left around 7:30 on Tuesday and arrived around 2:30 on Wednesday (mountain time). We ate at a cute little restaurant called Gaia Bistro while we waited for Kyle's brother Austin to get back to his apartment so that we could meet him and grab the keys to his apartment. Needless to say, it took quite a while.</div><div><br /></div><div>We ended up having to go to Austin's apartment anyway, where his two friends who were visiting (Danny and Jonathan) let us in. Austin had dropped them off there and had to head back off to work. The two were quite the hipsters, but Danny was extremely nice nonetheless.</div><div><br /></div><div>Man, we were so sweaty and tired. It was all around very difficult to stay awake / feel good. Around 5:45, Kyle's brother finally came home. We said hello, talked, and then they left. Then we left to see the Capitol and walk around downtown a little. While walking around, we were offered pot and "black." Scary times. Don't go there at night, y'all. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, we left there and then went to this bar near Austin's place called "The Ale House at Amato's". Austin and his friends go there a lot apparently. The restaurant is nice because they have patio seating that overlooks downtown from across the highway. And they have 35-40 beers on tap. I ordered two drinks, but I don't remember their names unfortunately. Blasted. In any case, considering the elevation and the fact that I hadn't eaten anything in 6+ hours, I got really really drunk. Off two beers. It was the best. Kyle was the same way.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, Cat had to drive. And we went home and we all pretty much crashed. At least, I did... face down, on the bed. It was quite comical.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>DAY</b><b> 3; June 2</b></div><div>Next day, we ate Denver omelettes on the way up to Cheyenne, Wyoming. We went to the Capitol there and got a private tour by WY state representative, Stan Blake. He guided us through the building telling us some neat little factoids that you would only know if you worked there. He even invited us to sit down in the Speaker of the ... House's seat (I believe it was?). And we met with the Secretary of State, who gave us neat little Wyoming pins that we wore proudly on our shirts for the rest of the day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Afterwards, we went to Taco John's, which is a big deal up there. It's not bad "West-Mex", actually. And their Potato Olé are pretty good. Then we walked around downtown a little looking for souvenirs before driving back down to Fort Collins.</div><div><br /></div><div>There, we went to the Anheuser-Busch brewery, which sucked. We each sampled one of their more "premium" beers, to which we all gave thumbs downs. They all tasted like water. Nasty. But we were just waiting for Kyle's brother to call so that we could all meet up at the New Belgium Brewery (aka Heaven). There, you get 3 free samples. But since I was with Cat (a girl), we were able to get a couple more free samples.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had the following: Abbey Grand Cru, La Folie (super sour; tasted like sour candy), Somersault, and others.</div><div><br /></div><div>We all wanted to drink some more (obviously), we went to old town to CooperSmith's, this restaurant that Austin, Danny, and Jonathan went to all the time when they were all at Colorado State. We got two pitchers, the Albert Damm Bitter and the Wayfarer Copper Ale. After that, we were all drunk and couldn't drive so while the other three left, we stuck around old town and looked into some of the shops. Around 9p, we ran into this concert, where this band Elephant Revival was playing a free concert. And it was there that we met this incredibly cute Newfoundland (my profile picture on Facebook as of June 16th). Then -- and keep in mind that we were drunk -- we danced in the fountain in front of the band and that was a blast. Uninhibited hippie dancing in an incredibly cold fountain.</div><div><br /></div><div>Once the concert was over, we all felt better and we were able to drive back to Denver. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><b>DAY</b><b> 4; June 3</b></div><div>We had a lot of things planned, but going to the Rockies was not one of them. Why? We weren't sure. But on Day 3, we decided we needed to go up to the Rockies. So we woke up early to drive up there. We stopped in Boulder to this restaurant called the Buff, which Kyle's brother and friends recommended to us because they served "meat-filled pancakes." The food at that resto was really good. The "meat-filled pancakes" weren't actually "filled" with meat -- not like a hot pocket, we learned. We also learned, or decided rather, that Colorado has really good Mexican-esque food. But it's not like Tex-Mex. No, it's not like Tex-Mex.</div><div><br /></div><div>So then, we drive up to the Rocky Mountain National Park, which we were able to get into thanks to Austin's yearly pass and it was absolutely gorgeous. The mountains all had snow, the weather was incredible. This place is heavenly. There's this river called "Roaring River" that we saw and naturally, I wanted to climb up the rocks alongside it. We climbed a decent way up looking for a real trail, but eventually gave up and came down. But as we were doing so (and I was distracted trying to open up a pack of gummis), Cat starts saying "Oh my god, oh my god". And lo! There were big horn sheep at our level right across the river. Seeing them so close and live and in person -- man, I feel like it's such a rare sight. We felt so lucky!</div><div><br /></div><div>But a park ranger eventually called us down and we found the original trail we were looking for. It was a pretty steep one. It wasn't long, but it was steep. And we were ill-prepared for hiking, not only in our lack of physicality but also in our clothing. Kyle and I were not wearing tennis shoes (I was wearing my Sanucks, which are like Toms, and he had one Sperrys). And we didn't have warm clothes. Because the higher we went, the colder it got. And it got cold real quick. Anyway, we ended our adventures early because of that. And because we wanted to go shopping at Estes Park a little. And because we wanted to meet my friend who goes to CU-Boulder for dinner, which we did. We ate at Illegal Pete's, which is actually a pretty good burrito place.</div><div><br /></div><div>When we got back to Denver later that night, we went to My Brother's Bar, another place that Kyle's brother recommended to us. Two more beers here. Dang, wish I could remember what I ordered. But I can't. And I can't look it up online. Oh well. Regardless, good end to the night.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>DAY</b><b> 5; June 4</b></div><div>Woke up early again cause we needed to do some things in Denver that we weren't able to do since we actually never really spent that much time in Denver. We went to Tattered Cover bookstore (famous indie book store), City Park (where I had to collect my dirt sample), and The Denver Chalk Arts Festival. Then we left and we drove and we drove and we drove in order to get to Cadillac Ranch before sunset, which we accomplished surprisingly. It's actually a pretty neat ordeal. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then we drove to Lubbock, where we were going to spend the night at Cat's friend Ravi's place. Sang along loudly to Super Bass (Nicki Minaj), Firework (Katy Perry), I'll Believe in Anything (Wolf Parade) and much more. One of my favorite moments of the trip - where we realized that we were comfortable enough with each other to do this. So much bonding!</div><div><br /></div><div>So Lubbock was a whole ridiculous ordeal. We flipped this guy off for being a douche on the road and man... he was so angry. Large angry man. I was genuinely scared that he'd follow us and beat us up. Man does Lubbock suck. At Ravi's, there was Sweater Vest, Lacrosse, and some other people, but I don't want to get into it. This night was just ridiculous.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>DAY</b><b> 6; June 5</b></div><div>Woke up incredibly exhausted. Drove to Austin. Arrived in Austin. Missed Colorado instantly but we were glad to be home. Realized how much fun we all had and how hard we fell in love with Denver/Fort Collins/Boulder.</div>Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-61313743150014422042011-05-21T21:40:00.001-05:002011-05-21T22:01:22.682-05:00University of Texas at AustinB.S. Radio-Television-Film<div>Class of 2011<br /><div><br /></div><div>Walked the stage. Watched the ceremony from afar.</div><div><br /></div><div>A disconnect. </div></div>Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-13395343989996633932011-01-16T12:19:00.002-06:002011-01-16T12:24:30.607-06:00Tastes: Food + Music<b>Food</b>: I think I've successfully transitioned back to carnivore land. I eat meat actually pretty regularly since I went home for the holidays. My mom's turkey/ham/etc. opened up a pandora's box for me. I called this early period "flexitarian" but I think it's full-fledge meat-eating now. Although it's usually at restaurants that I do this. At home, I still prefer veg options.<div><br /></div><div><b>Music</b>: I love pop music and I love Scandinavian music and most of all, I love Scandinavian pop music, but I think my taste for music is transition into electronic once again. It changes so often. Let's see where this goes.</div>Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-36800631503959352632011-01-16T11:48:00.005-06:002011-01-16T12:24:46.114-06:00Goals: Trance and maybe France1. <b>Attend</b> a house / electro / trance party this year. Currently listening to Château Flight's "Cosmic Race." Excellent!<div><br /></div><div>2. <b>Visit</b> aforementioned friends in France. Or if that's not possible, I'd still like to get out of the country. Canada, Central/South America? We'll see.</div>Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-11705300154137245582011-01-16T01:44:00.004-06:002011-01-16T11:53:14.820-06:00Highlights: Departures, Offers, and SwimmersKeeping tabs on my 2011 goings-on. Let's see if I can do this.<div><br /></div><div>On January 4, one of my good friends, who I will endearingly call Gogo, left for France. What that means is I was in kind of a funk for a couple days. I gave him the best going away present though -a Texas license place! Straight from my car!</div><div><br /></div><div>On January 10, I got a full-time offer from Facebook! What that means is I can carry on with my final semester at UT without having to worry about employment upon graduation. I feel very, very fortunate.</div><div><br /></div><div>On January 16, I went to my first swim meet, which turned out to be a pretty legit one that had world class swimmers participating. What that means is I got to see Michael Phelps and Ryan Lochte (among other big name Olympians) swim. It was pretty legendary.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hoping that other funtastic things happen in 2011! I'm hugely optimistic :)</div>Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-32690154745081845872011-01-10T11:21:00.004-06:002011-01-10T11:44:07.115-06:002010 RecapJust a quick note to help me remember why 2010 was such a great year.<div><ul><li>I made some life changes after realizing that I do things because I think they'd be good for me and my future and not because I like doing them. After making an important academic decision, I lifted a heavy weight from my shoulders and I became happy again. Thanks, Professor Adams!</li><li>Spent the summer in Sunnyvale, CA and fell in love with San Francisco</li><li>Met a lot of great people while I was in California, including but not limited to Geetanjali (Berkeley), Mai (North Carolina), some Canadian folk from Toronto (Waterloo), and my roomie Evan (who now works for HP). I definitely still keep up with a lot of them and I'm glad that I made such good friends while I was there.</li><li>Worked for Palm / HP - my first paid internship ever. I'm still incredibly thankful for this opportunity and grateful to my hiring manager, David, who gave it to me. I applied thinking it was a longshot, but I ended up getting it. That I'm a fan of Wes Anderson, that I blog, and that I'm a UT student helped I think (he's a UT alum). They paid for my flight, my apartment, and lent me a bike. Best thing that's happened to me so far.</li><li>Saw Lady Gaga live in concert for free. Tickets cost $200! The experience was such a blast.</li><li>I had a guy fall in love with me, ask me on a date, and pretty much creeped on me for a week. I'm definitely not used to that and I was really uncomfortable then, but now it makes for a funny story.</li><li>Met a lot of great people in the Fall 2010 semester, including a lot of foreign exchange students from Europe who I plan on visiting if I ever find myself over there. Hugo & David of Toulouse, France; Veronika of Prague, Czech Republic; and Mads of Copenhagen, Denmark.</li><li>Went to New York for the first time ever and got to see a lot of Manhattan and some of Brooklyn.</li><li>On December 14, I got out of the subway and found myself in Bryant Park, where I checked my messages and found out that a company wanted to extend to me an offer for full-time employment. Ecstatic, I called my mom and told her the good news. It was freezing balls, but it was such a great moment. I won't forget it.</li><li>Finally, I got all A's in the Fall 2010 semester, the first time since +/- system went into effect.</li></ul><div>I'm sure I'm missing out on a lot of things that made the year so great, but I think I've highlighted the major events.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>2011 is starting off a little slow, but I don't doubt that it will a great one, too. 2010 might be a little tough to top, but I'm optimistic. Very optimistic.</div>Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-84810252571601312442010-10-13T00:57:00.003-05:002010-11-18T15:05:45.155-06:00Icons - Hi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbq-vhDDIA6ttHyY8EttuZPN9c-Lg1_8Vlb_DgrchGcEgclc5Tz73pCEEwvOP7wSpVeBtaSr1aEdhwQrqR3mMmg0GJO-fiEcpLu575IxvecT_a7QclrYdf1HmCKTs-6DsM48prlH2UbcB2/s1600/tumblr-icon.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 25px; height: 25px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbq-vhDDIA6ttHyY8EttuZPN9c-Lg1_8Vlb_DgrchGcEgclc5Tz73pCEEwvOP7wSpVeBtaSr1aEdhwQrqR3mMmg0GJO-fiEcpLu575IxvecT_a7QclrYdf1HmCKTs-6DsM48prlH2UbcB2/s400/tumblr-icon.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540998871280836546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7JFARnVdbr0KuwSILSIc99pvnM0dh-Ix-1HHnuIrsJwGrjcy9S0l9O1YrdHXuOJjC9SLIB2zuafEQld_0NnnN3yyHFRV6DGn9nGky0dLReC28axGRVGLu70fkt_77rBMvh8DQvg-7yY4_/s1600/twitter-icon-sm.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 25px; height: 25px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7JFARnVdbr0KuwSILSIc99pvnM0dh-Ix-1HHnuIrsJwGrjcy9S0l9O1YrdHXuOJjC9SLIB2zuafEQld_0NnnN3yyHFRV6DGn9nGky0dLReC28axGRVGLu70fkt_77rBMvh8DQvg-7yY4_/s400/twitter-icon-sm.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527405925911457506" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYrbddBPvFo_BR-2Xw3gvFnAw5qj_xKps4-nn9CDjOrjuRTfpA1_E8zlKMsxdYvKNUEff58WdTWCS_giRNBc0XGYB6r3A9LnrRjcK5rSwblADP8ifVNFIYW0EOe9MZdjnlt-Y70OsWsQl/s1600/LinkedIn+Icon.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 25px; height: 25px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYrbddBPvFo_BR-2Xw3gvFnAw5qj_xKps4-nn9CDjOrjuRTfpA1_E8zlKMsxdYvKNUEff58WdTWCS_giRNBc0XGYB6r3A9LnrRjcK5rSwblADP8ifVNFIYW0EOe9MZdjnlt-Y70OsWsQl/s400/LinkedIn+Icon.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527405920099994514" /></a><br />Hi.Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-53926814457447117472010-06-30T21:50:00.002-05:002010-06-30T22:00:10.458-05:00Day 28, 29, 30: So Long, LonesomeThis week has been super weird. But that's the way Silicon Valley works apparently. Changes happen, people come and go, and the world keeps spinning. Nothing's within my control. <div><br /></div><div>Today, we had a little fiesta celebrating the end of Palm. I don't have any pictures from it, but I do have the images inside my head. Motivational speech by Palm CEO Jon Rubenstein, a short little movie made by the MarCom guys. One of those things. Got a little commemorative t-shirt from the event. I also got to pass out t-shirts... cause I'm a marketing intern.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tomorrow is Day 1 of HP. We'll see how that goes. I don't expect to see any massive changes right away though...</div>Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-2357260371775338852010-06-28T23:01:00.004-05:002010-06-29T02:08:33.094-05:00Like that one guy in that play about the witches...I've found that I've grown largely dependent. I hate myself (I don't).Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-28923346489369551482010-06-17T00:07:00.004-05:002010-06-17T00:21:14.772-05:00Death, and the Arrousal of Key IssuesThis whole death of the grandmother thing seems to have brought down a wall between my parents and me. For the time being, communicating is a little easier. Of course, I'm not sure how long this will last. Is it temporary or permanent? Is this a normal side product that typically occurs after the death of an immediate family member?<br /><br />In any case, it doesn't really matter. Achieving one resolution is a significant accomplishment.<br /><br />It's all water under the bridge now, baby.Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-54648913866728386172010-06-14T01:27:00.001-05:002010-06-14T01:28:53.767-05:00Today, My Grandmother Passed AwayA sort of repost from my other <a href="http://whitecadejo.blogspot.com/">blog</a>.<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mJapaqTRXb8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mJapaqTRXb8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /><br />World Cup 2010, Germany - Australia, 4-0<br />Brother's graduation, Lewisville High School, Class of 2010<br />The passing of my grandmother, Wichita, Kansas.<br /><br />Rest in Peace, Mildred.Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-14887501328326967862010-05-22T00:16:00.022-05:002010-05-22T02:02:21.687-05:00Profile: The Ultimate EnthusiastIt was one of those run-ins that is so strange that you feel that you just have to write about it. That, or the journalist in me is compelling me to write. Who can really tell?<br /><br />I honestly hadn't run into this guy in over five years. But even when I did see him back in high school, I had never talked with him or anything. I always knew him as that guy who dated that -- and let's just throw out widely-used adjectives for the girl -- stupid, slutty freshman back when I, too, was a freshman in high school.<br /><br />"Have my babies!" she would yell from over fifty feet away so that everyone could hear her. Man, did she enjoy the attention.<br /><br />In any case, my brother and I are throwing around a Frisbee when I see him approaching in the distance. Initially, I think it might be a creeper wanting to join in on the game because he doesn't say or yell anything as he approaches. As he gets nearer, I then assume he is one of my brother's high school friends. I am only partly correct. He greets my brother, handshake and all. Then, as if it were some sort of an epiphany, it hits me and I realize that I, too, know this guy.<br /><br />"Do you remember me?"<br />"Um. No." He guesses a few names, but they're all way off.<br />"Dave. I was in band with you."<br />"What instrument did you play?"<br />"Horn. I was a year younger."<br />"Sorry, I don't remember. I guess I'm just getting so old."<br />"No, I just never really talked to you."<br /><br />He explains that he had stopped his run prematurely to see who was throwing around the Frisbee. He takes off the weights he had on and sets them down on the grass. My brother had told me previously that this guy was some sort of an alumni coach at my alma mater. Ultimate Frisbee, he coaches Ultimate Frisbee and is friends with all of my brother's friends. I always find it strange being friends with people that much younger than me. It may only be three or four academic years, but trust me when I say that there is a huge difference.<br /><br />Though I knew full well that he had stopped going to a four-year university, I ask him what he was up to these days and where he was in school.<br /><br />"Oh, I'm at NCTC right now."<br />"That's not a bad thing."<br />"Ya, I know. But when I think about how I should be graduating, it is."<br />"That's actually why I had asked you. I didn't know if you were graduating."<br />"What about you?"<br />"I just finished my third year at UT."<br />"You remember Ross and Kyle and them?"<br />"Ya, I remember."<br />"They're probably graduating right now. But I don't keep up with them anymore."<br />"Oh, why? Remember, Lisa? I think she's graduating, too. I don't know. I don't really keep up with anyone either. "<br />"I don't like keeping up with them because I feel like I'm so behind."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...<br /></div><br />"I think I'm going to blog about him."<br />"Wait, you are? You're not going to say anything bad about him are you?"<br />"No."<br /><br />He taught me a couple new Frisbee moves that I can now add to my repertoire.<br /><br />"I probably sound like a nerd right now."<br />"Ya, I have no idea what you're talking about."<br /><br />Upon arriving at home, I checked out his Facebook. He isn't friends with any of those people.<br /><br />"He doesn't like them anymore."<br /><br />Fascinating.Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-77475637591942203532010-05-19T12:39:00.003-05:002010-05-19T12:45:37.055-05:00The Absolute Most Boring ActivityThat you can do with friends is bowling. That's what I heard from someone once (God, I never remember who says things anymore). I think this statement is true 98% of the time.<br /><br />But I think it all depends on the friends with whom you bowl. Yes, I think it all really just depends.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brameulaers.com/images/HILARITEIT/gifs/lebowski_bowl.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 301px;" src="http://www.brameulaers.com/images/HILARITEIT/gifs/lebowski_bowl.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-78192546577114331102010-05-16T01:47:00.004-05:002010-05-16T01:51:53.940-05:00Emotional Breakdown #1This is just to document:<br /><br />That was really strange. I couldn't even help myself; it just happened. I was writing a pretty meaningful email to someone while listening to Elliott Smith's <span style="font-style: italic;">XO</span>. The song, of course, was "Between the Bars." And then I recovered when "Angeles" ended which means the whole thing lasted a whopping 19 minutes.<br /><br />Fascinating.Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-80251161627245938192010-05-10T12:06:00.003-05:002010-05-10T12:10:59.024-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVy8272l8XwD2gKDuQFaqw8m6uJMJP8WT337Rz8CV-blWcADPwd7FyfkfmbGaCFVx0OD1FddI1Bj51zgZfX87zrFOOX2wYrobaIXaYb3z3YeLGqjRA1Z4DRpbJdz7hJw6o9GhVc5vyhlqQ/s1600/nofollow.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVy8272l8XwD2gKDuQFaqw8m6uJMJP8WT337Rz8CV-blWcADPwd7FyfkfmbGaCFVx0OD1FddI1Bj51zgZfX87zrFOOX2wYrobaIXaYb3z3YeLGqjRA1Z4DRpbJdz7hJw6o9GhVc5vyhlqQ/s400/nofollow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469689323889179666" border="0" /></a>Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-25322869235577883542010-05-05T09:10:00.008-05:002010-05-05T12:51:55.448-05:00Goals for the future: Creating a scholarshipIt seems that during the final lecture of every class I take, my professors tell me, "Figure out your goals, write them down, implement a strategy that would be most effective in realizing these goals."<br /><br />So I figured I might start doing it via the blog that I have been neglecting because school and interning and work consume my life.<br /><br />As my two readers may already know, I fund my education through a mix of personal loans, scholarships, and a part-time job. And to maximize my earnings, I have to budget heavily as my discretionary income is minimal. Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice. So much hard work, but it'll all be worth it in the end.<br /><br />They also say, "Give back." I can't even begin to think how much higher education will cost in the future. And I can't (don't want to) imagine how many students will choose not to attend because they don't think they can afford it. I mean, the numbers are pretty astounding today (I really don't have any statistical facts; I'm just basing this on my own personal experiences) so I can only imagine what they'll be like in 20-30 years.<br /><br />Anyway, every time I learn I have received a scholarship (God, that makes it sound like I am always receiving them, but that is not the case), I am so grateful. My burdens lighten and I can't help but get excited, eager to write my thank you letter to the committee that selected me as a recipient.<br /><br />I'm wondering already: Would I want my name attached to this scholarship? Doesn't that sound like an act of self-glorification? Shouldn't the reward be in <span style="font-style: italic;">rewarding</span>? Maybe if I died, I wouldn't mind it being named after me as a memorial, but I just can't imagine that happening if I were alive. It's like volunteer work. Do we do it for the self-satisfaction or do we do it so we can tell others about it? Let's be honest here, it's probably both.<br /><br />In any case, the few scholarships I have received have been memorial funds, which means I have never been able to meet my benefactors as they have all long passed away. I'd have loved to though. That would be a nice feeling, wouldn't it? I would imagine that meeting the recipient -- and I'm talking to my future self here -- would be the best feeling about the whole thing.<br /><br />Will future self accomplish this goal? I hope so.<br /><br />POST.SCRIPT.<br />Is this an arrogant goal? Am I really just saying that I think/hope I'll be making enough money in the future that I can actually establish a scholarship? Or does my desire to give back far outweigh this arrogance, if it even exists? No, no. That's not it at all. Why did I even bring up this point?<br /><br />Lastly, goals aren't goals if they aren't time sensitive. So, let's try to have this done by the age of 50. This is plausible as I plan to not have children. YA!Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-64349287462659507682010-04-30T14:51:00.000-05:002010-04-30T14:52:22.775-05:00Sad Polar Bear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Mjypk__WfIqJ-JvCW0_pydilyfycrIPdOzOpWE2czF0AkD8HyDpx2bwaMdmkoFA9XOu_65QRCJBbPC1_fmuL27xO5J-ahNTMwOYNNjj2ib5zxl2th-Bw01q-YjejtFmfziNOL6aRuWnE/s1600/PolarBear_icon_260x260.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Mjypk__WfIqJ-JvCW0_pydilyfycrIPdOzOpWE2czF0AkD8HyDpx2bwaMdmkoFA9XOu_65QRCJBbPC1_fmuL27xO5J-ahNTMwOYNNjj2ib5zxl2th-Bw01q-YjejtFmfziNOL6aRuWnE/s200/PolarBear_icon_260x260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466020685025699858" border="0" /></a>Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-15991815463302005242010-04-23T03:54:00.007-05:002010-04-23T16:56:52.669-05:00All will fall, fall right into placeI've told myself many times in the past that everything I earn or everything that happens to me is 100% the product of my own actions and hard work.<br /><br />Nowadays, I've started heavily considering a major factor in all of this that has shaken up the way in which I think about the translation of work into results - and that's chance. When everything seems to be working out the way you feel that it should, it seems strange, because I believe we're usually accustomed to the opposite happening.<br /><br />Because when it does, I can't help but feel that an external force is acting upon the world. I call it chance. I'm sure others might have a different name for it.Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-60673602355086839452010-04-09T20:14:00.004-05:002010-04-09T20:25:04.498-05:00The art of celebration-- A fine line between boasting and genuine ecstasy.Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-56901324385004401472010-04-08T09:38:00.001-05:002010-04-08T09:41:10.411-05:00Weeks feel like monthsLazy bones.Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-75147415197659396862010-03-23T01:54:00.003-05:002010-03-23T01:56:48.061-05:00There is no more joy in writingWhat I wonder is if there was any joy at all to start?Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427332024189649932.post-48203600753283535232010-03-11T21:08:00.002-06:002010-03-11T21:17:41.234-06:00Back paddling up tributariesThree semesters ago, I felt that I was going down the right path. Two semesters ago, I began meandering down some unknown tributary thinking that it was the correct thing to do.<br /><br />And now, I am here in search of meaning. In a class where I felt I would find no meaning. In a class where I've realized that there is no meaning. And in this, I've learned that I must turn back.<br /><br />Well, I'm back now!<br /><br />And I'm moving forward as fast as I possibly can. Rebirth. Renewal. Revival.<br /><br />Nothing lost, all things gained.<br />Time lost, skills gained.<br />Goals lost, goals regained.<br />Mind lost, soul gained.<br />Friends lost, happiness gained.<br />Prestige lost, sanity gained.<br />Opportunities lost, life gained.Edmarchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798609558231878920noreply@blogger.com0