I just went to my first ever event for event management (a class I have to take for my PR program), which turned out to be a lot of fun.
I learned a lot that evening, and I'm glad I went to support the crew who put it on.
I've forgotten how much I've forgotten about putting on events. It's scary if you don't do it on a regular basis just how much stuff you can forget.
I'm looking forward to my wine and cheese night anyways. =)
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
TOW: WHEN WILL I GET SYNDICATED???
Seriously, people, this is Globe and Mail worthy! Someone pick up my column already! I'm super amazing and you need to hire me to write pithy things! Hurry it up already! I'm waiting for my big fat cheque! =D =D =D
Eh heh. So maybe I have a big head. But, to be serious, a lot of people these days seem to be telling me the same thing, namely, "When am I going to make it? When am I going to be able to say, 'I HAVE ARRIVED!!!' Brennan?" And all I can tell them is, well, good luck with that. I'm too busy waiting for Universal Studios to call me to be a screenwriter for them. Eh heh.
There is a really good book, which I haven't finished reading, but I mean to when I find it again, and it's on a top 100 list of best books in English according to the Modern Library. It's called Henderson the Rain King. The book is probably one of the best I have ever read, not necessarily because it was the most enjoyable book I've ever read (And I forced Ralph to read it, heh.) but because it's all about the problem of asking ourselves, "When will I be the me I want to be? When will I have arrived?"
The story is about a man named Henderson, who is rich enough to have everything he could want, has a wife, children, and everything that the American Dream can provide. He still feels unfulfilled, and he decides to travel to Africa, to try and discover how people live in Africa, and if they live well there. The situations he gets in are beyond ridiculous, but the philosophical moments resonated well with me. Because all of us keep asking questions about how to listen to our hearts, and what we truly want in life, and ways to do that without failing too spectacularly. Henderson notes, as part of his malade, that he kept listening to what his heart, but he never understood it because "it said only one thing, I want, I want! And I would ask, 'What do you want?' But this is all it would ever tell me."
And I think many of us feel the same. We all have hearts that want peace, but we often feel unrest. We can't help it, our desire it to want more, to be more, to have more than what we have. The pain in this desire comes in, when, we don't know what we want. And then we can only listen to the confusion of our inner selves, and we get hurt.
The only cure, then it to live life well. And to really reach for those things we are afraid to take. Because without risk, there is no happiness.
Eh heh. So maybe I have a big head. But, to be serious, a lot of people these days seem to be telling me the same thing, namely, "When am I going to make it? When am I going to be able to say, 'I HAVE ARRIVED!!!' Brennan?" And all I can tell them is, well, good luck with that. I'm too busy waiting for Universal Studios to call me to be a screenwriter for them. Eh heh.
There is a really good book, which I haven't finished reading, but I mean to when I find it again, and it's on a top 100 list of best books in English according to the Modern Library. It's called Henderson the Rain King. The book is probably one of the best I have ever read, not necessarily because it was the most enjoyable book I've ever read (And I forced Ralph to read it, heh.) but because it's all about the problem of asking ourselves, "When will I be the me I want to be? When will I have arrived?"
The story is about a man named Henderson, who is rich enough to have everything he could want, has a wife, children, and everything that the American Dream can provide. He still feels unfulfilled, and he decides to travel to Africa, to try and discover how people live in Africa, and if they live well there. The situations he gets in are beyond ridiculous, but the philosophical moments resonated well with me. Because all of us keep asking questions about how to listen to our hearts, and what we truly want in life, and ways to do that without failing too spectacularly. Henderson notes, as part of his malade, that he kept listening to what his heart, but he never understood it because "it said only one thing, I want, I want! And I would ask, 'What do you want?' But this is all it would ever tell me."
And I think many of us feel the same. We all have hearts that want peace, but we often feel unrest. We can't help it, our desire it to want more, to be more, to have more than what we have. The pain in this desire comes in, when, we don't know what we want. And then we can only listen to the confusion of our inner selves, and we get hurt.
The only cure, then it to live life well. And to really reach for those things we are afraid to take. Because without risk, there is no happiness.
Friday, November 20, 2009
MUJI and LEGO
Very cool post about paper and lego art!
Hope you all have a good weekend! Mine is, uh, dedicated to homework. Eh heh.
Hope you all have a good weekend! Mine is, uh, dedicated to homework. Eh heh.
Monday, November 16, 2009
TOW: Being An Adult
I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be an adult lately--possibly because my bones are creaking more, or maybe it's the fact that I seem to injure myself every five seconds recently, and my recuperation time gets longer each week. And I seem to be less able to tell the difference between, 12, 15, and 18 years of age. They all look 14 to me. And, by the way, have you seen my prune juice?
Thinking back to what I have written in the past, some of it has been drama-filled, and some of it has been in direct reference to what it means to be grown-up. Old. Cripply.
Etc.
But I'm becoming that. I mean, eventually I'm going to be there. Every day I'm a little more broken, a little more beat-up, and I wonder what I have to show for it, and what I have that's going to make sense at the end of the day.
As I grow older, however, I see I have skills...I have things that I should value in my life. And I am coming to value myself more over time, and more than I expected. Which is weird, because who knew growing a backbone actually mattered? Right around the same time as I start acquiring a whole host of weird ailments!??! Who knew???
And part of the struggle of finding value in yourself is wondering where in life you will find people who will value you in the same ways that matter, and value you for the qualities you want to be valued for. The people who will love you for who you are, and not how useful you are to them.
Being a young adult is not the same as being an adult who has it made. But I know that eventually there's a bright light at the end of a tunnel, somewhere. And I have to keep believing that eventually, I will find people, just like me.
I have been searching, and I've seen a glimmer of the kind of life I want to lead. Because as a young adult, we get to tell ourselves, that everything is going to alright, even when it isn't. And we get to believe in ourselves, even when we can't even count our friends or personal accomplishments on one hand. And that's because even in the face of our worst fears becoming realized, there is just so much life in us that is worth living.
It's not necessary to be perfect. But it's a requirement of a happy and good life to try and be perfectly who we are.
Thinking back to what I have written in the past, some of it has been drama-filled, and some of it has been in direct reference to what it means to be grown-up. Old. Cripply.
Etc.
But I'm becoming that. I mean, eventually I'm going to be there. Every day I'm a little more broken, a little more beat-up, and I wonder what I have to show for it, and what I have that's going to make sense at the end of the day.
As I grow older, however, I see I have skills...I have things that I should value in my life. And I am coming to value myself more over time, and more than I expected. Which is weird, because who knew growing a backbone actually mattered? Right around the same time as I start acquiring a whole host of weird ailments!??! Who knew???
And part of the struggle of finding value in yourself is wondering where in life you will find people who will value you in the same ways that matter, and value you for the qualities you want to be valued for. The people who will love you for who you are, and not how useful you are to them.
Being a young adult is not the same as being an adult who has it made. But I know that eventually there's a bright light at the end of a tunnel, somewhere. And I have to keep believing that eventually, I will find people, just like me.
I have been searching, and I've seen a glimmer of the kind of life I want to lead. Because as a young adult, we get to tell ourselves, that everything is going to alright, even when it isn't. And we get to believe in ourselves, even when we can't even count our friends or personal accomplishments on one hand. And that's because even in the face of our worst fears becoming realized, there is just so much life in us that is worth living.
It's not necessary to be perfect. But it's a requirement of a happy and good life to try and be perfectly who we are.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Remembrance Day
Take time to remember friends and family, lost in war and grievance.
I remember Justin Boyes, 26, who was killed several week ago.
Rest in peace.
I remember Justin Boyes, 26, who was killed several week ago.
Rest in peace.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
There are days
When I feel like I am the only adult around me.
Which is funny for someone as immature as I am.
=)
Which is funny for someone as immature as I am.
=)
Sunday, November 08, 2009
TOW: Cutting Back
Woah, seems like I forgot to do a TOW and a VOW last week. Eh heh. Consider it part of my new regime. It's called 'do less.' I know it's hard to believe, but I'm doing a lot, A LOT less than I used to, and now I'm 'making it work.' Somehow.
After some revelations about what kind of effects stress has been having on me lately, about money, about life, about scary neighbours and crazy apartment issues, I've decided that even I need a break from crazy behaviour now and again. And by now and again, I mean, now. And not again.
=)
There is a certain pattern that is quite addictive, especially living in a big city, or living a certain kind of life. It's the life that says, "I want my life to be full, and so I'm going to fill it with things. And these things will keep me busier than other people, and that will make me happy." And we think, much in the way a rich man fill his life with things, that these items of time that fill our daily schedule, fill our lives. Truthfully, giving away all our time to causes, to people, to too much work, only give away our happiness. And it turns us into people that hate our own lives.
And I don't want to be the kind of person that hates my own life.
And, I think part of the problem is that I have put myself in high-stress environments because I assume it will make me happier, somewhere in the future. In reality, however, it will probably just make me unhappy and stressy. =/
So, recently, I have been cutting back on the activities I have been doing, and I have been making time for friends, making time for the hobbies I used to do regularly. I think less about money, think less about trying to fill my time with work, and look for ways to fill my time with the things I actually like, the things that make me feel like the kind of person I want to be.
When I was a little kid, there was a great book I used to read, and re-read for the lessons in it called "Sideways Stories from Wayside High." One of the stories was about a little girl artist who spent her entire art class trying to draw as many pictures as she could every class. And the moral of the story, is, of course, that a great artist doesn't draw very many pictures or paintings...a great artist creates great art. The point is that even the little artist had to learn that great art meant creating in a way that was meaningful.
And for all the things we want to achieve in life, we need to make time for them, so that we don't miss moment in our lives we should have been having.
After some revelations about what kind of effects stress has been having on me lately, about money, about life, about scary neighbours and crazy apartment issues, I've decided that even I need a break from crazy behaviour now and again. And by now and again, I mean, now. And not again.
=)
There is a certain pattern that is quite addictive, especially living in a big city, or living a certain kind of life. It's the life that says, "I want my life to be full, and so I'm going to fill it with things. And these things will keep me busier than other people, and that will make me happy." And we think, much in the way a rich man fill his life with things, that these items of time that fill our daily schedule, fill our lives. Truthfully, giving away all our time to causes, to people, to too much work, only give away our happiness. And it turns us into people that hate our own lives.
And I don't want to be the kind of person that hates my own life.
And, I think part of the problem is that I have put myself in high-stress environments because I assume it will make me happier, somewhere in the future. In reality, however, it will probably just make me unhappy and stressy. =/
So, recently, I have been cutting back on the activities I have been doing, and I have been making time for friends, making time for the hobbies I used to do regularly. I think less about money, think less about trying to fill my time with work, and look for ways to fill my time with the things I actually like, the things that make me feel like the kind of person I want to be.
When I was a little kid, there was a great book I used to read, and re-read for the lessons in it called "Sideways Stories from Wayside High." One of the stories was about a little girl artist who spent her entire art class trying to draw as many pictures as she could every class. And the moral of the story, is, of course, that a great artist doesn't draw very many pictures or paintings...a great artist creates great art. The point is that even the little artist had to learn that great art meant creating in a way that was meaningful.
And for all the things we want to achieve in life, we need to make time for them, so that we don't miss moment in our lives we should have been having.
VOW: Hitler finds out about the Windows 7 parties
This is a great movie, but the parody someone wrote for this is even better. =)
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Really neat thing here about the history of Google Doodles. When will they have a Brennan Day? =(
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Time Lapse
I had a four hour nap and I'm STILL up until 2 in the morning. This is what happens when I forget I have a quiz tomorrow that I don't want to study for at midnight. AUGH!
I really should just go to bed. =/ =/ =/
I really should just go to bed. =/ =/ =/
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