Ah accomplishment-you’re such a wonderful yet fleeting feeling.
I recently hurdled a big block in my quest to become a web designer and open up my business. The wonderful yet elusive WordPress, yes the very same that is allowing this blog to come to you, is an amazing open source software. Open source is loosely defined as being available to anyone if you can figure out how to use it.
Now it’s not all that difficult, but since it is a free software it does not come with a manual. There are tons of tutorials out on the web and in book form, but you can find yourself thinking you’ve got the answer, but like anything on the web, everything’s got a link to it and before you know it the whole day is shot and you still don’t have the answer. You may know what Brittany or Lindsay flashed though, there’s always tangents.
But I figured out something the other day after weeks of work. It all fell into place and it felt wonderful. The late nights, the frustrations, the worry about whether this was going to get done and could I actually start making money at this melted away.
And then it was Saturday.
Now, I’m really curious and I’d love to hear from you out there. Are you able to soak it in and let it elate you for a couple of days or are you on to the next thing like me?
Because, for me, I come from a background of tumbling, juggling and magic. And in each of those the mastery of a skill felt like, well magic. But then you were on to the next one because your act was never perfect. So it was that fleeting sense of accomplishment followed by the hard work and frustration of moving onto the next skill.
Not that I mind hard work. And I love the web stuff. I learned how to program computers in high school when there were no screens-it just printed out on a huge printer. My high school counselor suggested I go into computers because it “was going to be big,” but I wanted to be a magician. Well here I am thirty years later and I hope it’s not too late.
I do feel good about my skills and the future in this biz, but I guess I should go learn something new. The web changes very fast.
“Bernie, did you see that game?”
“Shel, did you ever think in your lifetime?”
“Uh, no, look where we’re at?”
“Ha. Good point. But jeez Johnny Unitas!”
“And Walter Payton on the other side.”
“With George Hallas coaching on one side and Vince Lombardi coaching on the other.”
“I know, it was like the greatest fantasy football game in history.”
“Yeah but one thing was missing.”
“No, I just wish they would have hit and tackled each other. It’s just too nice up here, not quite the same.”
Been here three years and it’s still funny to me that this is a Saturday in February.
There’s an old saying-“youth is wasted on the young” or “childhood is wasted on children” or “diapers are wasted on tots cause they’ll just poop the next one.” Something like that.
And I was thinking yesterday that Valentine’s Day is wasted on those in a relationship. This observation came about after a visit to the grocery store at 4pm. I couldn’t believe how many people were walking around with helium balloons, bad hothouse roses and Snickers hearts (ok that was me.) And the more amazing thing to me was that the majority were women!
Ok now this is just a small sample of the population so I don’t want to make any generalizations here. Just an observation. They were mostly well-dressed women, busy career women I imagine-but still; men, women, waiting til the last minute?
What’s up with that? Last minute date? Not the Valentine you really wanted? Waiting to see what the other one has planned or is spending first? Lame-O.
My dad’s in his seventies, been married 51 years and I guarantee he ordered and got the freshest, most beautiful roses. Sure he’s retired and has time, but people come on.
Those of us that are single and romantics sit around dreaming about what we’d do for our women (or men.) it’s not about money or lavish gifts, it’s about the thought. So let’s see you folks buck up for next year or maybe do something spontaneous soon-or we’re stealing your hotties from right under your noses.
Valentine’s Day can be more trouble than fun.
You’ve so often got people scrambling for presents, flowers, reservations, ideas and yes, even dates. Me, I know that this Holiday has been created by the retailers but it has become mandatory. And if I had a girlfriend I’d have all that I needed and I would let her feel the full wrath, I mean effect, of my love.
But just like every religion and culture now embraces “Merry Christmas,” let’s hijack Valentine’s Day and make it all about what it’s supposed to be: love!
That’s right, let’s just feel love for everyone. See love really is just a feeling and you can feel it deep down if you just think about it. Put on your favorite song and you’ll feel it. Think about your favorite vacation and you’ll feel it. Think about someone special, loved one or relative, and really picture them with a big smile and a big hug for you and you’ll feel it.
Now just hold onto that feeling and you got it-love!
Show your partner that along with the flowers and the card and the dinner reservations and the bow-chick-a-bow-bow. Show everybody (the feeling not the bow-chick stuff).
If you’re single-
- Don’t settle for a date just to have a date, you’ll be disappointed.
- Don’t get drunk, you’ll have so much to regret tomorrow and still be single.
- Don’t eat all the ice cream, save it for a happy time.
Just be in love!
Be in love with your life right where it’s at. Even if just for today. Then tomorrow you can worry about your bills and your future and your miserable love life. But just like people are nicer around Christmas, love a little more today.
And if you’re a female between 5’0″ and 5’4″, long curly hair with a yoga body, call me.
Weekly random thoughts. Since I’m self-employed it’s my version of water cooler talk: no one to talk to so it goes out to cyberspace. Please feel free to comment, it would be nice to talk to someone other than myself.
Has anyone ever seen soft-wood floors?
The other day a woman next to me had a clear backpack. Why did she want people to see her dirty balled-up kleenex, half-eaten bag of Cheetos and half-dozen tampons?
What is the current fascination with watching podcasts? The phrase is “face for radio,” who wants to watch some poorly dressed folks talk into microphones?
Marlo Thomas wrote a piece on Huffington Post about online dating over 50. Should Phil be worried?
With all you naked you can find on the Internet, I mourn the loss of innocence of a young teenage boy finding the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.
We’ve got PETA to stand up for the rights of animals as living things. How come no one stands up for all the lives of the roses that are lost on Valentine’s Day?
This just in…Congress members who believe that climate change has not been affected by human activity are direct descendants of the last hold outs that the Earth was flat.
Siri just told me that she can’t find any places for huevos rancheros in my area and I should have a piece of fruit.
With all the killing that still goes on, we really do celebrate Valentine’s Day year ’round.
(I know, kind of black comedy, don’t usually go there.)
Steve Martin is a dad at 67. Oh man, then I’ve got still got a shot!
One of the things I’m determined to change about myself is having a short fuse. No getting irritated at the homeless asking for change, no getting upset at skateboarders and bicycles on the sidewalk. No more getting mad at customer service reps and automated phone systems. And I seem to be getting help.
Lately people have been saying hi to me as I’m walking. My immediate reaction is that they’re going to ask for something. But they don’t. They just say hi. In a pleasant way. What is their plan?
It’s funny how most of us walk looking straight ahead, not making eye contact with anyone. We don’t want anyone to bug us. Women don’t want to be leered at by gross guys. Men don’t want to be leered at by guys period.
But I’m getting used to it. And I like it. I wonder if it’s the people in California or the people in Long Beach. Regardless, I’m saying hi back. And sometimes saying hi first. It’s nice. We all need some human contact in these times.
Power to the people.