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- Feb 04, 12
The weekend is a wonderful time to relax, to let the triumphs and failures of the week fade into the ether, and to be nowhere but right here, right now. Here's a few articles to help you sink into now:
- In Philosophy - What's the Use?, Gary Gutting disputes the pervasive notion that philosophical reflection is useless.
- On Why We Reason: Julian Baggini recently gave a TED talk likening the self to a waterfall. It's an apt metaphor, but the struggle to understand ourselves is still in its infancy.
- In a review of Clay Johnsons's A Healthy Information Diet: The Case for Conscious Consumption, Maria Popova explains that to blame the abundance of information for information overload is akin to blaming the abundance of food for our obesity.
- Jeff Atwood quite succinctly describes what it means to be a parent- the euphoria and the pitfalls- in On Parenthood.
- Philip Kitcher explains why religion is not needed to form a sustainable set of foundational ethics in Ethics Without Religion.
- In Thrifty Brains, Better Minds, Andy Clark tells explains that our brains lie to us more often than not- and that's probably a good thing.
- In Search of Serendipity is an exploration of how the definition of serendipitous has devolved, and what the internet needs to do about it.
- Design is something that's recently dear to my heart, and Cameron Koczon explains why designers need to take on a more foundational role to move the web (and the world) forward on A List Apart
- Gregory Judanis explains why literature is vital to the progression of our morality in Literature and the End of Violence.
- Jan 26, 12
Awhile back, I wrote a post about information overload. Specifically, I was referring to the incredible amount of knowledge placed at our fingertips via articles from an almost innumerable amount of sources. I was eager to find a digital solution to streamline the process of finding and reading articles online, and came up with a solution in which I rated the articles I read on a scale of one to five. The highest-rated articles would go into Evernote for safekeeping, and I would write a summary of them at my leisure. By writing the summary, I was more likely to retain the information I deemed worthy of being remembered. The experiment has gone remarkably well, and I’d like to share the results.
First, the rating system was too complicated. Instead of rating an article’s importance on a scale of one to five, I now simply give it a “yes” or “no.” A “yes” means it goes into the vault (read: Evernote), and a “no” means it’s not worth retaining. This forces me to be dramatically more selective in the information I save, which is the point, in the end. I have a finite amount of time in the world, and only the best should be worthy of my time.
As far as the reading process itself, those articles that I don’t find it necessary to retain still get a brief moment to roll around in my brain. After each article, I simply pause and breathe for a few seconds. I realized that I was going directly from one article to another without even so much as a pause, treating the collection of articles as exactly that... a collection (I wonder if this is a symptom restricted to the “Instapaper Method” of reading, where all of your articles are presented in such a back-to-back format). Instead, each article is its own entity, worthy of at least a moment of reflection after being read. By adding a simple pause, I allow the information in each article to marinate a bit before being engulfed. It’s truly amazing how many of life’s questions can be answered with a few simple breaths.
Those articles that I would like to save, of course, end up in Evernote, and as it turns out, I now have a collection of the most wonderful writings that tend to help me form my opinion of my reality at any given moment in time- a personal treasure of the most delicious prose, which I find myself occasionally opening to dig around in. I can’t help but liken this to the old Disney cartoon- Scrooge McDuck doing the backstroke in his pile of money. The feeling, to me, is the same. This collection truly is a treasure, because words are what I truly adore. With this method, I’ve finally found a way to give those words the respect they deserve.
Incidentally, if you’re interested, I’ve made this collection of mine public. You can browse my treasure trove, broken down into the following categories (summaries not included):
I hope you enjoy them as much as I have. Happy reading. - Jan 18, 12
“When one is young, one venerates and despises without that art of nuances which constitutes the best gain of life, and it is only fair that one has to pay dearly for having assaulted men and things in this manner with Yes and No. Everything is arranged so that the worst of tastes, the taste for the unconditional, should be cruelly fooled and abused until a man learns to put a little art into his feelings and rather to risk trying even what is artificial — as the real artists of life do.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
When I was young(er), the most frustrating concept was constantly on my mind: nuance. I despised the intricacies that seemed to envelope every issue. To me, the world should be black and white. If there is a concept of right and wrong, the world should mirror the simplicity of that statement. Something is either right, or it is wrong. Something is either good, or it is not. To simplify things to this level seemed the most important undertaking I could imagine. How much more enjoyable things would be if we could distill the essence of everything to such simple terms. If you bullied someone, you were wrong- no exceptions. If you care about someone, you act in a certain manner. There is no room for grey.
I’ve since changed my position on nuance, as I think most tend to do as the years get on. I tend to embrace simplicity now more than ever, but I also recognize the importance, the necessity even, of the details that tend to construct the intricate quilt of our world. For the longest time, though, I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was that brought about this shift in thinking. Of course, diversity in all things- in people, in stories- is a critical feature of a fulfilled and wise world- but why?
The answer, insofar as it lies within me, has to do with a pursuit of knowledge, whether it is factual, emotional, spiritual or otherwise in nature. A detestation of nuance is a fear of pursuing knowledge, while to embrace nuance is to embrace a journey that is at the core of the human experience. Curiosity is perhaps the greatest asset of the human mind. One would shudder to think of the world in which curiosity, and therefore nuance, doesn’t exist.
Consider gay rights- a defining issue of our time.
In my teens, I would have asserted the opinion that all men are created equal, and it’s as simple as that. To do so, however, is to negate the intricacies so necessary to the conversation. Those fighting against gay rights do so from the teachings of their basic moral foundation. The fastest way to entrench someone more deeply in their beliefs is to ignore those beliefs altogether. Instead, a conversation needs to take place on the very basis of those moral foundations, which can ultimately lead to the discussion of gay rights.
The position of those opposed to gay rights is similarly black and white. Homosexuality is wrong, and that’s that. In this context, the crucial detail being missed is what constitutes an action (or a lifestyle, as they like to put it) being wrong. The question being begged of this position, then, is not being asked.
As a result of this, we have two sides of an argument standing opposite each other, one shouting “Black!” and the other shouting “White!”. If you care passionately enough about a subject, you must pay it the proper respect in looking closely at the details which form its foundation.
I believe there are more constructive ways to deal with this, and it begins with curiosity. Each side must be curious enough to delve deeper into the symptoms of the counterpoint’s argument.
The defining characteristic of an evolving mind is the acknowledgement that there are questions to which we have no answer. After this confession, there is only one logical step to take. A pool of curiosity lies before us, shimmering with the hope of new mysteries to solve, if we but offer it our naked feet, and take a step into the Unknown. - Jan 12, 12I am the father of a magnificent seven-year-old girl. Fatherhood, I’ve come to realize, is a supreme catalyst for the mind. Parenthood forces a new way of thinking on an individual. It expands the mind to include innumerable new ways of thinking. Most recently, I’ve been thinking about the world in which she is growing up, the world of the past that she will never know, and the world she will inhabit as an adult. The following are my incomplete ramblings on the subject.The female body is a work of art. Few would argue with this, and few would fail to recall the Seinfeld episode in which Elaine describes this very truth (going on to add that “the male body is utilitarian... it’s for gettin’ around”). What we fail to recognize as the true works of art are the mind and soul of the modern woman. Because of this problem, through Industrial Age thinking, we’ve deprived ourselves of remarkable insights as a society, and as individuals.Far removed as we seem, it wasn’t long ago (a hundred years or so) that women in the workforce was a laughable thought. Unless we knew a woman personally, we had no access to her mind, or to her soul. So, we fed on, and lusted after, what was instantly available to us: her body. When the photograph came around, we photographed women. With the advent of television, we put them on camera. To my knowledge, there were no television shows, or movies for that matter, that showcased the minds of women: for the most part, they were there for aesthetic pleasure. Only the body was visible to the world, and even this level of visibility was reserved for only the select women that were indeed put on camera. The mind and soul were not available to us.As a result, history has largely been written by only half of our collective intelligence.Today, we’ve instigated what is being referred to as the Information Age. So many have access to so much information, and also have a medium with which to disperse their own information. Combine this with the results of so much hard work by so many people in the past half-century, and women are stepping up to an even pedestal with us males, the long-dominant gender. The effect is an exciting one: now that women are just as highly educated as men, just as driven, and society has finally recognized them as just as capable, not only can we see the results of their work, but they are now free to publish their thoughts, findings, and conclusions for all the world to see thanks to this Digital Age we live in.The dichtomy of thought processes of men and women is as old as our species, but is probably best exemplified in the Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus series of books. Note that I’m oversimplifying here for the sake of making a point: men, traditionally, are logic-driven, and so the collective body of work regarding how we understand our world has been seen through a rational lens. So much of the human experience, though, lies in the emotional, and emotional observations are something at which men are sadly inept in comparison to our counterparts. (Again, this is not to say that all women are devoid of logic, and all men of emotion, but there is a morsel of truth in this massive oversimplification.) So the Information Age will bring us a new lens with which to view the world: the emotional, and it is only by looking at our reality, our experience, through both lenses that we can begin to grasp the full scope of what it means to be a human being.This is why I'm so hopeful of the world in which my daughter is growing up, and why I expect more growth from it. The challenges, of course, are not over. Far from it. Women must keep doing what they’ve been doing: educating themselves, working their asses off, shedding the “I am only a body” image. We men will have our duties, too. We must begin to lust after the minds of women, as we’ve always lusted after their bodies. That is not to say that men will stop lusting after the female form- it's embedded into our survival instincts, and, as I said, it is a work of art, and works of art should be treated as such. It’s simply time to recognize the mind and soul of women as art of greater measure.
- Jan 07, 12
I’ve been accused, on a somewhat regular basis, of thinking too much- the implication being that I’m a bit too serious. Since I so love my irony, I’ve been thinking about thinking.
“No problem can withstand the assault of sustained thinking,” Voltaire once said. The fact that this quote comes to mind more readily than others speaks to crux of the problem of thinking too much: it’s a difference in perspective on life itself, the lens through which I view the world. If the goal of thinking is to resolve a problem, and I think quite often, then I must view the world as a series of problems to be solved. If I look back on my short adult life, I realise that this is increasingly true. Each day, I see more and more of the world which needs to change. We’ve come a long way as a society, but the problems of humanity that have so outraged are not that far behind us. Given the age of mankind, political alliance through marriage, for example, are not exactly ancient history. It wasn’t too long ago that Galileo was burned for his ideas. Or, take much more recent history: segregation, for example, creationism, or the current gay rights movement. With so many wrongs that need righted, how can one not set aside time to ponder?
Not that I will solve these problems- I simply understand the importance of questioning the norm. After all, the above-mentioned atrocities were once considered the norm, at least within each offender’s respective society. The point is it took a new perspective, a new kind of courage, in each instance, to change the way the world viewed each problem. How, then, did this change in perspective come about? Inevitably, it starts with the individual. The printing press, the discovery that the earth was round, the economic policies that led to the Recession- all of these things began to change the world’s perspective by changing a single person (or group of persons)’s perspective. There are so many things that need changed today- the industrial age is at an end, and the workforce needs to change with it. Democracy and capitalism themselves have reached the tipping point, and we must now question the very fundamentals of the system in which we live. There’s no end to the challenges we face as a whole. As Einstein put it, “The world we have created is a product of our thinking; it cannot be changed without changing our thinking.”
Yet, there must be something more personal involved. I don’t intend to change the world, so why do I think about these things? Socrates famously said that a live unexamined is not worth living. If my life is to be worth living, I must examine it- I must think. With more and more emerging research, mankind is starting to realise that our minds, our senses, our perceptions do little more than trick us all day long. We have now questioned the very purpose for which reason itself exists, or how much blameworthiness in a criminal can be attributed to free will, and how much to factors beyond the criminal’s control (physical, environmental, etc). If am to be the man that I hope to be, isn’t it imperative that I reflect on the way these emerging thoughts affect me as a man?
In the end, though, I have to agree that my detractors are right: I probably think too much. Combined with an understanding of myself in the here and now, developed largely through meditation practice, I also leave time for simply being here, now. Perhaps the problem is that I simply am not here and now often enough. Perhaps a little more balance is in order- and I thank those that have pointed out that I think too much for offering a little perspective on that balance. Perhaps, like alcohol, thinking serves us best in moderation. - Jan 06, 12
*Disclaimer: this is an old post, imported from Tumblr.
I've long envied the ranks of the religious for their belief in miracles. What a truly amazing thought- to hold a true belief in that which transcends all known laws of the universe as we know it. Recently, though, I realized that my envy was misplaced. Truly, I would throw away belief in miracles, a thousand times over, for the ability to observe those tiny moments which exist within the constraints of physical law, and which inspire such awe in me.
I continually find myself amazed by the creativity of my fellow human beings. The process of creating a truly beautiful work of art, or an engaging story, or a tantalizing design from nothing more than a thought humbles me.
I'm amazed by great conversations. When one exchanges thoughts with a friend, and it seems to be that the flow of information, though coming from two sources, converges in space and time to form an idea which neither person, alone, could have imagined- it inspires me.
When I watch a colony of bees, and I understand how blissful it must be to be so focused on one task, continually, and to dedicate yourself so completely to the greater good, I am just a bit the wiser.
When I read a Shakespearean play, and I recognize the universality of the humanity contained within each character, marveling at the fact that a man five centuries removed from me could so embody the most primitive inclinations of man in such an elegant way, I am amazed.
When I watch my child learn something new, and she smiles at me so unreservedly, and I can almost see the expansion of her mind as new ideas form, I am nearly brought to tears.
I no longer envy the ranks of the religious in their belief in miracles. I'm simply thankful for the ability to recognize the miracles that constantly surround me. - Jan 03, 12
Resolutions are shit.
So you have a few resolutions? Great. That means one thing, and one thing only: there are aspects of yourself which you would like to improve upon.
That being the case, I applaud that decision. It’s no secret that my mantra is stolen from Socrates: “The unexamined life is not worth living.” Apparently you’ve accepted this notion, too, if you’ve set a goal to grow. The problem is that resolutions never work. We all know this, and yet we set them every year. What were your resolutions last year? How many did you accomplish? I thought so. It’s not your fault- it’s human nature, really.
January 1, 2012 is, quite literally, a completely random point in the space-time continuum. It is not a “better” time to improve yourself than was December 31, or July 7. At best, it may give you a sense of a blank slate from which to begin. Here’s the thing, though: every single day of your life is a blank slate. Growth isn’t something that you begin because of a flip of a page on a calendar. It’s a desire to be better, a hunger. If you didn’t feel that hunger last week, you’re not going to feel it today. Not all is doom and gloom, though. In fact, I’d say this is good news.
You want to change? Okay. Start today. Now. Tomorrow is the only day of your life that never comes, so get to it. If you’re having trouble figuring out where to start, here’s a tip or two.
Trim your list.
If your list of resolutions is a page and a half long, forget about it. It will never get done. In fact, the longer it is, the less likely you are to accomplish anything, let alone everything on the list. Why? Think of the feeling you get when you’re washing dishes. Imagine a set of eighteen dishes- eighteen plates, eighteen silverware sets, eighteen glasses. Now imagine approaching these dishes in the sink. Inevitably, it will feel like an almost insurmountable task. Now, imagine the same scenario, but with only three sets of dishes. See how much better that feels? There is no smaller a sense of accomplishment when the task is finished, but the stress level in even approaching the task is drastically diminished. You’re much more likely to start this task, which, of course, is the first and most important step. Trim your list down to those things which you feel are the most vital to your growth, and focus on those. Once you do them regularly, they will become habits. “We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an action, but a habit.” Aristotle was a wise dude. Once they become habits, the rest is frictionless, and you can move onto another goal.
Get specific.
Eating less and giving more to charity are admirable goals, but unless you break them down, you’re not likely to accomplish them. The human brain needs specific action steps to take towards completing a goal. Measure your caloric intake, and set a goal of a few hundred calories less per day. Find actual charities you’d like to donate to, set aside a fraction or your paycheck, and give a certain amount on a specific date of your choosing. Do this with all of your goals: break them down into actionable steps, with clearly defined dates, and watch the ease with which you mark them off the list. This has the added benefit of making it easier to start each task, since you can start with small, actionable steps (much easier to implement) than with large, generic goals, leaving you without the foggiest notion of where to even begin.
Workflowy is a wonderful and simple tool to organize your goals into simple, actionable steps.
In sum, resolutions are shit, and 2012 will not be your year unless you make today your day. Today, right now, is your blank slate. Begin.
- Jan 06, 12
A quick thought on bigotry:
One of the things I love about the progress of our civilization is the inevitable (albeit painfully slow) eradication of bigotry. At one point, of course, and to some extent still, a black person was viewed as somehow inferior to his or her counterparts. Now, a person that holds that view is considered a bigot. So it will be for the gay community, and I believe that atheists are next in line (by that I mean that once the gay community has gained the same level of acceptance that blacks have now, bigots will need something else to turn their hatred to, and atheism is the obvious target).
My point is this: when I speak to someone who is full of hate for a particular group of people, my instinct is to debate them, to use reason to point out the fallacy of their belief. Obviously, this is not a good strategy- hatred cannot be reasoned with. When this happens, I find myself taking a step back and finding solace in one simple, irresistible fact: namely, that they and their kind will be written in history as bigots. It’s that simple. If you hated blacks once, or Jews, you’re now a bigot. If you hate gays now, or atheists, rest assured, you will be remembered as an ignorant bigot. Survival of the fittest, then, perhaps applies to our sense of compassion and reason as well as our physical attributes. - Dec 20, 11
I happen to be amongst those silly people who believe that happiness in and of itself is an admirable goal to strive for. Consequently, I understand how slippery a thing it really is. Happiness requires work, paradoxical as it may seem. It also takes a certain amount of self-awareness. How many go about their daily routines, resigned to the fact that they are living the life they always will? That happiness is a tree-hugger dream, and that honorable men and women work for a living and shut up about it? Let me tell you about the workload, the self-awareness it takes to cultivate happiness.
Last night, I ate a meatball sub for dinner. It was as delicious a meal as any man has ever consumed. I’d waited, and waited (somewhat impatiently) for my dinner. Suddenly, it was in my lap, steaming and beckoning.
I ate my sandwich, oblivious to anything around me, except perhaps the book I was reading. Two things happened:
1: I realized that, as I was fairly engrossed in my book, I forgot that I was eating as I was eating. I put the book down, and focused on my miraculous meatballs.
2: Even after this revelation, I assumed that I was squeezing all the joy one can possibly squeeze out of a sandwich. I was wrong. I realized that as I was chewing each bite, I was hungrily looking at the next meatball (the one not in my mouth). I was lusting after a meatball, wishing with everything that I was that that meatball was in my mouth- right now. But wait… holy shit. I do have a meatball in my mouth. In fact, it’s the exact same meatball as the one I’m lusting after.
After this little epiphany, I enjoyed what became a fantastic meal. I’m sure that, had I scarfed it down while reading, or had I continued wanting the next meatball, and the next, and the next, without realising what was in my mouth, I’d have missed the experience entirely. I slowed. I breathed. I tasted. And it was good.
Where else does this behavior manifest itself?
The answer may be astounding, if you’re truthful with yourself. Maybe when I go to the gym, I’m thinking of the coffee shop and book ritual that follow. Maybe when I’m reading that book, and drinking that coffee, I’m thinking of my workday. Maybe when I’m in the midst of my workday, I’m thinking of a conversation with my daughter. Maybe when I’m having a conversation with my daughter, I’m thinking of the gym the next day. Kinda vicious, isn’t it?
It’s taken time, and practice, and effort to reach a level of self-awareness that allows me to see these faults. That doesn’t mean it’s difficult; it’s not. It simply takes a conscious, unwavering effort. When I put the acquired knowledge to practice, though, the results can be astounding, and can lead to… wait for it… happiness. Happiness is here; it is now. It is only here, and only now. It is only in this meatball, not the next. - Nov 21, 11
I started today with a simple, albeit lofty goal: cure information overload. The problem is this: I read too many articles, and the more I read, it seems, the less information I retain. Here is my solution (perhaps "experiment" is more appropriate).
First, let me explain my "readflow"- that is, the way that I consume online articles. The process is as streamlined as possible. Most all of the information I consume is fed to Google Reader, so I don't have to constantly scour the web for items of interest. When I come across an article I'd like to read, I tag it "instapaper", and via this recipe from ifttt, that article is automatically fed to my Instapaper account, which is set up to deliver a compilation of all of my unread articles to my Kindle every Friday morning. It sounds like a lot of work, but once it's set up, the result is remarkably friction-free, and therein lies the bulk of the problem.
It's a remarkable time we live in, having access to so much invaluable information. Want to read the latest article from a professor of philosophy at Berkley? How about catching up on neuroscientists' latest claim of eradicating the concept of free will? Perhaps you want to catch up on NFL news, or find out whether the latest HBO series is worth watching? It's all at your fingertips. Be careful, though- if you're not selective enough, you'll soon be reading so many articles your brain may feel flooded. This is my problem.
Here, I hope, is the solution: I will begin to rate each article I read on a simple scale of one to five, based on how important it is to me that I retain the information contained in each article. If given a one, it's not important enough to spend any more time on. If given a five, I thoroughly enjoyed the text, and would like to retain as much as possible. Here's what I'll do based on my ratings:- For a rating of (1), no further action is needed. The text does not intrigue me.
- For a rating of (2), I'll simply say, out loud, a very brief summary of the article, focusing on the bullet points.
- For a rating of (3), I will give a slightly in-depth summary (again, this is out loud, to myself).
- For a rating of (4), I will "bookmark" this article in my mind, and make it a point to bring it up in conversation (actual, face-to-face conversation) the next time I'm with someone to whom the topic may be interesting.
- For a rating of (5), I will star the article in Instapaper, which, via Instapaper's settings, sends the article to my Evernote account). From Evernote, I can write a summary of the article, at the end of the article itself. This way, all of the most important articles (and only the most important articles) are all in Evernote, with a personal summary at the end of each.
I'll use this tactic for a month or so, and give an update on how well it works. - Nov 18, 11
A few days ago, I said goodbye to my daughter. She’s moving across the country, and while I intend to follow her, I’ll be a few weeks behind. On her last day in Florida, we decided the appropriate goodbye to the Sunshine State would be spent at the beach, watching the sun set over the Gulf of Mexico.
Afternoon gave way to evening, and my daughter’s playdate was not over- and I was beginning to get annoyed. It was getting late. The universe knew that this was my special day with my daughter, and yet it did not care. It mocked my plans, and I was left to grumble to myself until they finally left.
We hurried to the car, sped down the road, and hoped and prayed to make it to the beach before the sunset. The feeling of annoyance still permeated every bone in my body- until my daughter pointed out the clouds. What a magnificent sight to behold, if you’ve never witnessed the awesome power of Florida clouds. We started taking snapshots as we sped down the road. The annoyance started to fade. I no longer cared about making it “on time.”
We stopped at Starbucks for a cup of coffee and a hot chocolate. Though she’d had it before, this is the first time it came in a cup that looked just like the ones Daddy brings home from work. She felt like such a big girl, and made me take pictures of Starbucks to commemorate her first “coffee” at Starbucks. When we finally made it to the beach, it was not only pitch dark, but the clouds now covered every inch of the sky, blanketing the beach in a darkness usually reserved for haunted houses. As it turns out, we had to put the camera away. I then realized we were the only souls on the beach- it became our playground, and so it began. The play.
We removed our shoes and ran to the water. Soon, she began chasing me, as I screamed in feigned horror at the six-year-old who was trying to get me. We fell to our knees on the sand of Clearwater beach, exhausted and laughing. We made sand angels. A few minutes later, we were up again, she chasing me and throwing sand at my back. We had a sandball fight. We made a sandcastle. We walked through the water, hand in hand. Then she said it.
“Daddy, this is the best night of my life.”
She would utter those words several times more throughout the next hour or so, and each time, my heart melted. I took a break, under the pretense of being exhausted, when in reality I simply wanted to watch my flesh and blood frolick in the sand. She ran with reckless abandon, laughed like no one was watching, and flung herself into the sand, laughing even more hystericallly each time. This was my daughter, and tonight, this was our beach, this was our night, this was our world. And it was perfect. - Nov 12, 11
The other day, my daughter’s kindergarten class needed an assistant. Her mother had volunteered to help the class prepare a garden bed outside of their classroom- it was full of weeds and unprepeared soil, and needed to be tended to. When she woke feeling ill that day, I was volunteered in her place. This annoyed me. I had SO much work to do- how dare I be interrupted! So it was with reluctance that I strolled into the classroom that day.
Immediately, I was met with my daughter’s typical adorating smile when I walked in. Soon we were toiling in the garden with a few other members of the class. The kids began to turn the weed pulling into a treasure hunt. We had to eliminate the weeds in order to find the real treasures. Before long, they were pulling up a shell or two here and there, and we began to mount a pile of booty. The feeling of annoyance began to fade, and I joined in the excitement of the hunt. Eventually, I lost myself in the wonderment of the moment, and the kids’ mood enveloped me. The work didn’t matter; the petty world surrounding us didn’t matter- we created our own finite yet fantastic reality that afternoon. I left the class refreshed, renewed, and smiling. It was a great gift that they gave to me.
Since, I’ve tried to remember that lesson throughout each day. My troubles are a speck in the cosmos, and infinitely trivial. So where’s the harm in letting the toils of the day slide from your mind, and creating a small, amazing reality in which you embrace yourself, your surroundings, and the world at large? - Feb 28, 09I just put my child to bed. She's four now (four and a half, excuse me), and the glaring personality does not peak its head through the tiny little holes of the person she's becoming... it leaps through, tearing down walls with reckless abandon, and roaring a hearty bear/ lion/ tiger roar that only a child can demonstrate with as much charisma.It amazes me, still, to reflect that she did not exist five years ago (at least, not in the way that we've come to define the word). My thoughts on reincarnation have to come into play here, however. How is it possible that this person, this soul, this energy did not exist before? That I and her mother created something so cosmic, so stupefying in its grandeur? From something so simple as a combination of bodily fluids that literally every human being who's ever graced the earth has? It's life!Perhaps it makes more sense (or less, whichever you prefer) to propose that, while the specific combination of hereditary traits and environmental factors form her as from clay, the clay itself may have walked, talked, laughed, and loved before. Now, mind you, I grant this may be wishful thinking, given that her namesake was my childhood love, taken from this world (some say too early... who's to say?). Whichever side of the coin you choose to see, it's an intriguing question, and one that I'm sure will offer much introspection throughout my life, so long as I accept that I will never truly have the answer.
- Feb 28, 09Growing up, I had no idea what religion I was. My mother and I went back and forth, church to church, while she (and I, by correlation) tried to discern this church's God from that one. Eventually, we found solace in the Catholic church. We found comfort in its ritualistic cleansing, the heritage, tradition, and the pageantry of it all. Here was a concept we could get behind. My mother even went so far as to teach Sunday school. I was perfectly comfortable with my religious "life."As I my body grew, however, so did my mind. Herein lies the problem. While I never dismissed the idea of God completely, slowly but surely my rationale was nagging at me. The logic of it all started falling apart. The first thought that nagged me was this: if Christ was sent as our savior, thereby allowing the salvation of our souls, what happened to the souls of those born before the time of Christ? Were they simply left in limbo, or more specifically purgatory, waiting thousands of years for their ascension? I couldn't fathom such cruelty.Second, the age-old question. How could a God who so loves his children allow such atrocities to occur? Of course, inevitably comes the answer: God works in mysterious ways. I accepted this as a child, but once again, could no longer understand the Divine Plan.Third, if Life is such a precious gift, why are children of God taught that it matters so little? This life isn't what matters... it's the next one that counts. Spend sixty to a hundred years on this planet, suffer as much as possible, sacrificing yourself for the good of the whole, and you will be rewarded... someday. As a father myself, this version of paternal love, again, eludes me.Lastly, I found if most impossible to swallow the fact that every major religion on earth claims to have got it right. My religion is the way, and if you follow yours, you will go to hell. Really? So one can live a life of complete selflessness, contributing immensely to society, to the greater good, or simply to running an orphanage, for example, and they will go to hell because they're not Christian, or Muslim, etc. That was the last straw.Suffice it to say that I needed to find my own set of beliefs. The older I got, the stronger this urge became. I began to suspect that I did not believe in a Supreme Being in my early twenties. However, I didn't have enough information to arrogantly shout from the rooftops that the existence of God was a sham created by man. So I studied, and researched, a little at a time, knowing that eventually, if I looked hard enough, I would find myself in my research. Then, one day, I did.I stumbled across a forum discussing Buddhism. My mother had started to look into Buddhism a few years prior, and consequently I had dabbed and poked here and there. What surprised me to no end was to find that, contrary to popular belief, Buddhism is not a religion, but rather a philosophy. There are Buddhists who believe in a Deity, but there are many who don't. Arguably, Buddha himself replied, when asked, that there was no God. Or, rather, he wasn't arrogant enough to believe that he held the answer to such a "Supreme" question.To sum up this thought, here's an old addage that I happen to love:Student: Master, is there life after death?Master: I don't know, my son.Student: But you're an Enlightened One!Master: Yes, I am an Enlightened One, but not a Dead One.The Buddhist philosophy, in essence, states that one must live in this moment, the here and now, because that is the ultimate gift. The past is gone, the present is unknown... the mind contains secrets that can achieve the ultimate happiness. You just have to rise above yourself. I fell in love with these principles, not knowing that I had believed them, ultimately, all my life.What sealed it for me was reincarnation. It's kind of a prerequisite to Buddhism to believe in this. However, I couldn't fall in line with the traditional line of thinking, specifically rebirth. Rather, my belief in reincarnation held a more scientific view. Namely, that basic principle that energy cannot be destroyed. This, of course, has been proven, and is undisputed scientific fact. And what are we, as humans (or dogs, or elephants, for that matter) but energy? If I don't believe in God, persay, then Heaven and Hell don't exist. But the energy that defines us has to go somewhere. I won't pretend to know where, but it has to gosomewhere. Hence my belief in "reincarnation."I certainly do not oppose those who hold their Faith close to their hearts. I applaud them, in fact. To each his own. I simply am breathing, so to speak, a huge sigh of relief to finally recognize what my own set of beliefs entail. That, I believe, is the greatest gift one can give oneself.
- Feb 27, 09
I begin today with an introspection on modern infrastructure, as it applies to our daily lives. My first thought when I woke this morning was of an agenda today, consisting of a seemingly important task that need not be named. Upon closer inspection, though, this task seems so trivial that it borders on frivolous. Our day-to-day operations consist of nothing but these trivialities, it seems... car registration renewals, bill paying, dry cleaning, etc. To be clear, I am a fan of the general concept of the progression of society... in fact, without this progression, I wouldn't be able to share these thoughts with the world so effortlessly, or so easily make my breakfast, or delve into part six of "Anna Karenina" when I finish this rant. At what point, though, does it hinder our ability to live our lives as they should be led? As I write these words, there is a small child (of whom I am terribly fond) playing at my feet, and as I look down on him, his smile and the radiance in his eyes only further reminds me that ninety percent of my day-to-day life is remarkably inconsequential. Thousands of years ago, if a father wanted to spend hours in a field, remarking on the wonders of the passing clouds with his daughter, what was to stop him from doing so? By the time the Middle Ages crept to the present timeline, the trivialities had already begun to envelop the lives of man, although in a different form. Politics and bank notes and arranged marriages... the list never ends. Today, the operations of a typical human life consist of more seemingly unimportant events and tasks that it becomes difficult to function in a way that highlights the remarkable without ignoring the menial. If the menial falls by the wayside in current society, the consequences can be disastrous... one can't ignore paying bills, renewing car registration, etc. Will we ever reach a point that will allow us to harness the truly wonderful, the truly incredible aspects of our existence while still being able to maintain an existence as an active participant in our world? Or are we doomed to progress more and more quickly towards a world in which the unremarkable finally takes over completely and unhindered, to a world in which we are chained forever to these man-made trivialities?
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- Oct 09, 10
On the back porch of the world,
the sun kisses my laughter,
Giving me the silent strength
to separate before from the after.
Misunderstood soil shyly
strikes up a conversation.
And I engage my soul,
lost in aimless contemplation.
Whispers bounce from tree to tree
with the squirrels and the Day.
My wonder smiles coyly, with
the abandon of a child at play.
Come with me, wind- walk with me
to a destination erased
By skyscrapers and paved roads,
by noisy ambition misplaced.
- Aug 31, 10
I can imagine a world in which I am a King,
for the world revolves around me.
I can imagine the seas bowing in awe,
when my Fate has finally found me.
I imagine the world feels much the same,
and awaits the day that I take the reigns-
The day that all suffering and emptiness cease;
for I will bring an end to all pain.
Yet, still, the world looks through quixotic eyes,
and still the world turns without my command.
Fires still burn, and hearts- they still ache
and not a soul has reached for my hand.
Stop! All your dreams float to me, as feathers,
and I gather each and am warmed by their glow.
You pass, and you laugh, and you cry, each of you
as I toil in the fields only Greatness can sow.
Drifting on the wind, I wonder if you see me-
I'm close enough to hear your sorrow!
Your empty dreams surround me now,
with broken wishes soon to follow.
It seems your world is not quite mine,
and mine escapes your eyes, your touch.
And you, each one, also ride on the wind-
for your dreams just told me as much.
- Aug 10, 10
I am at war,
and the battle wages on.
I am a man,
divided amongst myself.
I see, I taste,
I need, I breathe, I witness.
I want, I feel,
I kill, I cure, I strive.
Taken apart from myself,
I’d hardly recognize me.
Yet taken as a whole,
I am lost inside me.
Do you recognize this man,
Who can step from a ledge and die?
Do you recognize this man,
Who can prove truth of a lie?
He is I and I am him,
A god and yet a man.
Same as you, same as him,
The one from whom you ran.
Know the man inside, you say.
Aha! But who is which?
Each in his own right, you say.
Like flipping on a switch.
- Aug 10, 10You've lied to me-though the fault is not yours,For you drink from the cupinto which Fallacy pours.The world that you seeyou see not at all,Thus the morsels you feed meare quite tainted and raw.Standing on glass floors,where once you felt Earth,You beg for the knowledge,but escape Truth in the search.A Freudian worlddismisses mastery of desire,The definition of whichwas molded through fire.The questions you've answeredexist only in name;I have not the answers,and that is the aim.
- Aug 10, 10I've known herwithout knowing.I've loved herwithout loving.She lived, she laughed,while in a corner, love waited.I danced, I sangunaware of love fated.What beauty yet untoldin her demise!What love to yet unfoldbehind her eyes!Hearts so black can bleedthe deepest Red;I feel what flows through her-those words unsaid.And yet we walked a separate path,Within the reach of Karma's wrath.My eyes opened,and there she stood.Her eyes opened,and there I stood.One man, one woman-A King and his Queen.
- Aug 10, 10
Hypocritical masses adorned
You lie with each utterance,
with superficial glasses
Lie with every step- you and I,
blinded the cloak of Night.
and I embrace my poison words.
You cry with each pin prick,
as I fall upon tainted swords.Never shall I bend to the whim
of the low, of the earth, of the soil!
My hands must be pure-
and so I laze while you toil.You, sir, are a hypocrite,
for you have eyes and a tongue.
I, sir, am a hypocrite,
the highest ladder, the lowest rung.At conception, with no exception,
we're bent towards temptation.
Be it this wrong, or that wrong-
we each dance to a masked song.You are human, sir, and so you lie-
And so live, and love, and let judgement die. - Aug 10, 10
Who the puppets,
Strolling madame,
and who the puppeteers?
Whose steps decided
by Fate and whose by fear?
you smile- of ignorance and bliss?
Do you see the strings
which bound you by the wrist?Gentle sir- you, sir-
do you feel the horrible weight
Of those who dance for you-
be it love or be it hate?And I, a puzzle-
at once eagle and ant,
A minion, and a master,
At once reason and rant.Who pulls upon my strings?
Who flies beneath my wings?This battle will be won not by spirit,
But by those who dared create it. - Aug 10, 10
Lackadaisical thoughts, streaming
From consequences wrought, screaming
Above the whisper of my touch,
And I find, through the smoke,
Purity standing next to you.
Through a shift in me, release
Control of me, through me, in peace;
Throw your wisdom to the wind,
That you may find, in kind,
Purity standing next to me.
I'll hang my soul upon these trees-
I'll rise to fall upon my knees,
To feel the song beneath your eyes.
Stars laugh sometimes, and cry
As mortal souls pass them by,
And dream as our love is wont to do.
- Aug 10, 10
Swiftly it comes,
I knew of its presence,
A mocking stranger in the moonlight.
Surely it comes,
Laughing at my lack of sight.
Could feel its breath on my neck.
I knew of its presence,
A cosmos within a speck.I bowed, and asked for a dance,
Breathing in your smile.
You obliged, and we danced -
Our inch to their mile.We knew today, and no tomorrow,
While we loved a lifetime.
You sang in my dream, my soul,
While I danced in your eyes.The stranger once lurking
Must ask for your hand -
I've a life to live,
In this land, or that land.In that land, or this
You still sing in my dream.
And I dance still, in your eyes,
My love, my life, my queen. - Aug 10, 10
The light of a forgotten concept
This labyrinth dare not taunt my dreams
Becomes darkness shrouded in fantasy,
A pit of fallen ambition,
A pendulum of wasted ecstacy.
In wake of such eternal desire.
Blistering step feeds blistering step,
And lines abandoned streets with fire.So many eyes upon my stride,
Dripping with anticipation,
Hoping, kneeling, praying to the stars
Ignorant of my alienation.And who are you to feed my soul!
Who are you to crown my head!
Heed the warnings so foul and blatant,
Lest my ego be wrongly fed!Yes, these warnings, written in your stars,
Plastered along your twinkling sky,
Speaking to you in cursed tongues,
As Hope and Fate stand idly by!Believe in what you truly will -
That I, a king, will die in glory.
But shed no tears amongst the rocks
When the fire inside me consumes me. - Aug 10, 10
I leap, and am afraid.
A river wild must flow,
I stand- more terrified still.
No hand to guide me,
No voice to soothe what trembles.
Its destination unknown.
It gives, it takes, it loves;
Is a world unto itself.Yet what must be left, now,
At the end of the journey?
What to give, or receive
To the world outside, and from?A hand upon a hand,
An answer without question.
A fear upon a fear,
A promise without mention.I leap, and am afraid.
I stand- more terrified still.
No hand to guide me,
No voice to soothe what trembles. - Aug 10, 10
Sanctity is sacrilege romanticized,
Viewed through glossy, half-closed eyes.
If you see this sweat run down my cheek,
Know it’s only Truth I seek.
Outside the realm of comprehension,
(So far away!)
Bordering on condescension
(The edge of Day!)
You hold this Truth within your eyes -
This is my fear - This is my prize.
To rest, I need only come nearer,
That the light you cast may become clearer,
That I may know my fate in you,
(Let the stars speak!)
Know my worth, if false or true
(It’s truth I seek!)
Footsteps pound inside my mind,
Shadows taunt through eyes so blind.
I see what lies behind your eyes!
There is my truth, my blessed prize!
So great is my love, my joy (I’ve come so far!)
That I’ll reject the laughter of ancient stars.
- Aug 10, 10
There’s a world across the oceans,
A world across the skies,
A world of endless dreams
Behind the sparkle in your eyes.
There’s a song in every raindrop,
A song in every tear.
That speaks to me of stars aligned,
That speaks when you are near.
There’s a place for us among the clouds,
A place to laugh, to hope,
Where your hand and mine will intertwine,
And never dare let go.
Just close your eyes- I’ll take you there,
Impossible though it seems.
Until the stars align for us,
I’ll see you in my dreams. - Aug 10, 10
A breeze, a whisper:
I command you to rise.Coursing through me, Redemption in my eyes.Drifting below(From atop my perch):Their wandering mindsIn everlasting search.Long abandoned, Those precious hearts misplaced,ObliviousOf nostalgia erased."Your throne awaits, So rise, my child, and seekCommand of breath, For they heed as you speak."With exquisite sight, Ominous sigh, And embattled cry,
- Aug 10, 10
With first breath,
My Dawn of Time.
With first cry,
My stars aligned.
Nothing existed,
Nothing had been.
Suns hadn't shone;
Earth did not spin.
Man had not thought;
Man had not dreamt
Till this glorious angel
To my bedside was sent.
One grain of sand,
One breeze in Time,
Sparked this journey
Since deemed my life.
And every sigh, every breath,
Every tear since shed,
In this miraculous journey,
So perfectly led,
Traces back to that day,
The true dawn of my time,
With the birth of my life,
And this daughter of mine.
- Aug 10, 10
Perfectly symmetrical,
The rhythm of these walls.
The jaded beast within
Is stifled by my calls.
Thru a web thus woven,
Time and yet again,
I stare thru vicious wind,
As silent as my sin.
My hunger fears regret,
And cowers 'neath my eyes,
So through this tired mask
I glimpse a world of lies.
Beggars, thieves, and mongrels
Dance across my sight,
Parading through my mind,
The Keeper of the Night.
Shackled by these walls,
I dare not dream again,
For fear of losing touch
With the jaded beast within.
- Aug 10, 10
Comedy and Tragedy,
The Chosen smiling down on me,
All at once, and never again,
A product of delicious sin.
Rivers roughly circle 'round
The fate of One gagged and bound;
Currents sifting thru the bones
Of he who dares to laugh alone.
The language of the Light of Night,
Muffled in the soil's delight,
And never reaches human ear,
For fear of losing touch with Fear.
But distance ne'er a beggar be,
Quite content to bury me,
As chosen will the Chosen be,
This destiny shall carry me.
- Aug 10, 10
If one day you come to me,
And ask to take my hand,
If one day you come to me,
A vision in the sand,
And ask to fly away with me,
Beyond each whispering cloud,
The world beneath our gaze will see
Beyond each welcoming cloud.
The seas, they will be still,
The breeze will cease to be,
And I, in all my thrill,
With all my will, will be.
The sun upon our backs will be
Echoed to departed land,
If one day you come to me,
And ask to take my hand.
- Aug 10, 10
I'll give you the world,
Just give me your hand.
I'll give you the sunset,
and the whitest of sands.
I'll capture the stars,
and lay them before you
To illuminate the path
Created just for you.
Never flinch, never bow,
Never wake from the dream,
Because Daddy is here,
No matter how far I seem.
Take my hand, Princess,
Let's waltz around the world.
There's always time to dance
With Daddy's little girl.
- Aug 10, 10
Lovers lost,
My longing falls to dust.
Strolling,
Awakening shadows
Beckon me
With the rising
Of the sun,
Tho' my ear is lost
to the cardinal's call,
My breath
to the morning air.
(The dew tickles my tongue).
And even as fear tugs at my sleeve,
Still I stroll along.
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- Director of Sales at Kanawha Valley LiveMarketing and Advertising | Charleston, West Virginia Area, USSummaryRobert S. BooneExperience
- Dec 2010 - PresentDirector of Sales / Kanawha Valley LiveKVLive is an entertainment portal for the greater Kanawha Valley. We've experienced 800% growth in the past year to 17000 monthly readers, and expect that to double with the advent of an iPhone and iPad app this fiscal year. My goal as Director of Sales is to form a community of local businesses whose primary goal it is to expose their business to an entirely untapped demographic, while helping transition the Charleston area into the digital age.
- Apr 2010 - Jan 2011Account Executive / Electronic Merchant SystemsDuties include new client acquisition, account maintenance and follow-up, including converting telemarketing leads, cold calling, and door-to-door sales. All sales are business-to-business. Established a personal landing site to direct online search traffic and convert to incoming leads. Responsibilities also include partner acquisition, including banks and credit unions, chambers of commerce, and various B2B related retail environments. Created a website at processingtampa.info to allow direct customer engagement and feedback, which results in approximately 1-2 leads per week, self-generated. Obtained partnership contract with point-of-sale retailer Citadel Communications in South Florida, expected to generate up to 20 referrals per month.
- Apr 2009 - Apr 2010Account Executive / Rental Marketing SolutionsDuties include new client acquisition, account maintenance and follow-up, property preparation and showings, sales both in regard to owners and tenants, procedural innovation (including new contact management system, advertising infrastructure, social media implementation, consultation on website design), sales training, computer and network administration and troubleshooting, inventory management, and implementation of new filing system, and training of new employees. Took over property management division to oversee sales, sales training, invoicing, new vendor acquisition, advertising, and per piece job completion.
- 2008 - 2009Account Executive / Annex MarketingDuties include outside business to business sales, new account setup, branding, prospecting, client retention, and resolving client discrepancies for Quill.com office supply company., primarily in a solo capacity, with occasional team work. Other duties include new employee training, preparation and deliverance of campaign meetings, sales numbers breakdowns, and participating in organization and implementation of business trips.
- Jan 2007 - Oct 2008Office Manager / Thomas E Allen Inc.Duties include employee preparation, organizing and implementing efficient office procedures, problem-solving through interaction with clients, work order delegation and online submission, resolving employee disputes, minimal web design, new client sales, business plan development, commercial and residential insurance inspections, including site contact interview, digital sketch reproduction, and organizing sketches, photos, and forms for submission. Other duties include occasional field work for property preservation on foreclosed homes.
- Dec 2005 - Dec 2006Sales/ Sales Trainer / Westcoast MotorsportsPrimary duties include sales of Kawasaki, Sea-Doo, Can-Am, and E-Ton motorsports products in accordance with the Lemco sales process, training of new and seasoned sales personnel, conducting and leading periodic sales meetings, and personally managing all internet sales leads through the Powersports Network dealer website, from lead management through delivery.
- Nov 2000 - Nov 2004Petty Officer Third Class / United States NavyPrimary duties included repair and maintenance of various AWG-9 radar components of the F-14 Tomcat fighter jet, as well as the Consolidated Automated Support System (CASS) test bench, CASS High Power, troubleshooting to component level, schematic reading, ordering parts, training of junior and senior sailors, navigating and utilizing the NALCOMIS supply system inter-network, and working with deadlines. Duties also included various watch-standing responsibilities, including Assistant Petty Officer of the Watch, Duty Driver, and Fire and Security Rover.
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2000 - 2001United States NavyN/A in Avionics
Activities: Avionics Common Core/ Avionics I-Level Strand
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