April 23, 2006

Love Unknown

Inspired i begin

Now what?

What words to pull out
From the depths
And uncharted spaces
Of the ever-widening room upstairs

Her

Too common
Too cliche
Too me

And yet

Where is she?
What does she?
What will she?
When will she?
Is she?

Drift you to me?
Wondering too
Asking of me
Hoping for soon
Or ever

I have for you
Thoughts unshared
Questions unanswered
Body untouched
Love unkown
Life unlived

Weary
Wordless
Sleep interupts

April 17, 2006

I Won't Be Home For Dinner

"What will you be going to school for?" she asked.

"Photography," i said.

It's what i always say. Do i really mean it, or is it just a response i give to avoid the parental remarks if my reply was actually, "I don't know."? I used to mean it. I don't think i still do. I mean, i've been saying it for the past year and a half and still nothing. I love the art of photography and being able to look at a well-done image knowing it's my own, but do i want to make a career out of it? If i do, why haven't i committed? And if i don't, then what will i make a career out of? It's too bad meandering isn't an occupation.

The question was prefaced by, "What're you going to do in Boston?"

"Try to find a school in photography."

I always say that too, but i haven't spent a single second looking for one, or even thinking about it. Am i afraid of commitment? There are those in my life that would tell you so. I would be apt to agree with them. I am. "Will you be home for dinner tonight?" my mom will ask. "I don't know," i say. Honestly, i don't. Someone could call and ask if i want to hang out. I may suddenly get the urge to be somewhere else. One never knows. So i don't commit.

Sometimes i think i'm afraid due to my logical acception that nothing is ever certain. No one ever really knows. We all take our best guess and make a decision from there. Small choices , big choices; all without full knowledge or understanding of what's to come. Unexpected things happen all the time. And yet, even without knowing, assumptions must be made. Guesses, estimates, knowledge of prior similar situations will be taken into account, all so that a conclusion can be arrived at.

And that is what i am working on.

When Chelsea and i get together on our quasi-weekly thursday night outtings, we begin with the same question. Where are we going for dinner? I've found, and i'm sure she has too, that being indecisive with the hope of choosing the right thing is worse than being decisive and having wished a different choice had been made. Standing in that middle zone, that purgatory of decisiveness, is detrimental to all parties involved. It's really annoying. But when a concrete decision is made, when one knows exactly what's expected of them and what assumptions and agreements can be made, a certain satisfaction sets in.

"Let's go eat at The Corner Pug."

There. We know where we're eating and we can make further necessary decisions upon arrival. A part of our minds is now set at ease because we know. We know where we're going. We know what we're doing. Done. If something unexpected comes up on the way, or food from that particular restaurant is now unatainable, adaptions will be made. Counter decisions will arrise and be dealt with.

If a wrong choice is made, you can always correct it. And if not, you'll know the next time it comes up.

So my job of late has been to be decisive. To make assumptions. To just do it. It makes life oh so much easier. It really does. Next time you're in an indecisive situation, just choose. Pick randomly if you have to. But choose. It feels good. It makes life more adventurous.

No mom, i won't be home for dinner.

Well, Because

Jimmy Durante, "Make Someone Happy"

I was just reviewing my own blog, for correctional purposes, and i came to the conclusion that it's in a MAJOR need of refreshment.

So here i sit in the bathroom (yep) writing an entry. How long will it be, and what will be its self-chosen subject? We shall find out together.

Well, because. If i know i'll be in the bathroom for a bit (during which time i get bored...i mean, there's only one thing to do in here), i'll bring in my laptop. Emails to read, weather to check, blogs to read & write. All sorts of things. Sometimes i play Solitaire on my iPod, but my eyes scream at me after a while. "Adam! We're straining here! I mean, come on! That screan is smaller than a bar of hotel soap!" Upgrade to a 14" screen, a whole keyboard and the internet (a nearly endless supply of games). I'm all set.

Oh, come on. Like you don't have your own weird things?

Nice try.

I'm moving away from your scowling look of disapproval now because it's undeserved.

Well, i'm heading out. Thanks for stopping by.

Wow i need to get back to blogging.

April 09, 2006

Techno Lament

No music. My audio driver isn't working. Frustration.

A quick update:

Liz, my laptop, is still having issues. Windows has been reinstalled, but the audio driver isn't working (meaning it won't play any sounds except the majorly annoying PC beep), my spacebar's still having issues, i just found out my DVD drive (or DVD viewing software) is being goofy, and...well, yeah. On top of all that, the latest edition of AIM (AIM Triton) SUCKS ASS! It's honestly ridiculous. It's a good thing i don't go on anymore.

Have any of you realized that no one's actually on AIM anymore? There's an abundance of away messages and cellular forwarding, but a huge lack of people. Just tonight when i signed on to see if anyone was there, 11 out of 37 people were actually on. That mean's 26 people had AIM up with an away message. Just sign off. Honestly. Log on if you actually want to talk. Otherwise leave. It gets tiring leaving people messages all the time. Can you tell it's a peeve of mine?

Anyway, i hope Liz is in full working condition soon.

I miss my music.