Something I hate...

I hate when people use the term "post modern." That means after current time. Do you know another word for that? Future. That post modern whatever? that's actually from the modern time. When you call it post modern, it's no longer from the future. Find a new term please.

Happiness?

Happiness is all that anyone wants, it's just that the same things don't work for everyone. I have dreams, and goals, but I'm finding it difficult to find the desire to pursue them. Does that mean it takes happiness to find happiness? That seems like a pain.

Ultimately, we all have to find, or make, our own happiness, and we all have to find our own motivations. As much as I wish it would, opportunity rarely falls into your lap.

Damn you, Warhol! Or: why modern art sucks.

I believe Andy Warhol killed modern art. While he was original, and insightful, too many people have used him as inspiration in negative ways. They use his example to defend their laziness, and lack of artistic vision.

A blank canvas mean you have no motivation, talent, or desire to put forth effort. It doesn't matter how you explain it, you didn't do anything. It simply proves that you put nothing into it, and people are gullible enough to buy into it. No artistic vision, pure corporate greed.

Obviously, some people are totally fine with that. They buy a worthless "painting" for an exorbitant fee, and their "friends" admire in awe the trendy, new "art." Simultaneously, Claude Monet does a triple axle in his grave. 

Simply put, most modern art is 3% talent, 10% effort, 87% bullshit.

Thanks, Andy. Asshole.

Leadership

I have noticed something about myself, especially in regards to leadership.

When it comes to crisis management, I am the calm in the storm, the man with the plan. However, I lack foresight, so outside of the crisis, my leadership falters. When there is a problem, I am fully capable of setting my team to correcting it. Without a problem, I tend to get bored, distracted.

As it stands, I could make an excellent adviser,  terrible ruler. A great lieutenant, poor general.

Now that I know the problem, though, perhaps I can begin to correct it.

Finality

Death is what gives life it's beauty.

While the beauty of death, itself, is debatable,  it is truly the juxtaposition of death that flavors life.

Imagine, if you will, that there is no death. You have infinite time to do an infinite number of things. Eventually, perhaps quickly, those things you cherish begin to lose their luster.  Some people would journey into true debauchery, just to elicit a response. This happens to some, even in the presence of death.

It is, however, with that could finality slowly, ominously, looming over us that we can enjoy our lives. Why? Because we have no other choice.

Songs I want played at my funeral

"Go to Hell," by Carcass.
"Save Yourself," by Stabbing Westward.
"The Final Countdown," by Europe.
"Everything Dies," by Type O Negative.

More to come.

10 things you may not have known about me

1) Even though I work in the automotive field, I don't really like cars.
2) I sometimes find myself staring out of windows, with no paticular thought in mind, much like my cats.
3) I would love to go to the Shoalin Temple, to study kung fu. I'd even consider living there for a couple of years.
4) Gay people make me uncomfortable, but only because they're better dressed than I am.
5) I prefer to be bare foot, if I can.
6) I tend to be easily distracted, and not finish thin