Before I start my comment for the day, I have to let you all know that I've been "spotted" on Technorati. I have to say, I was quite proud to claim "Noonan" as my own, and I thank my friends for their linking that more than likely put me on Technorati.
Back to the post at hand. My recent foray back into blogging has lead me to the conclusion that these posts take time to craft (as well they should). This one saves drafts, even saves them for another day. I agree with the process she's got going on here, but I find myself impatient. I think this has a lot to do with how and where I post. I'm currently sitting in my cube at work, waiting to go to a meeting which probably won't have much to do with me and thus feel rushed to get this thing done before the meeting begins. Other posts are done from home, thus allowing me the time to sit there for 2 or 3 hours and think about what I should write, how I should write it, if I should stop writing, etc.
Maybe there's something to be said for publishing on the fly. Perhaps it's like free-association blogging. The first thing that pops into my head is what you'll all be reading (all 5 of you who come here... that includes people from work).
List of what's going on right now:
1) dinner party at my place last night; by all accounts, a bust
2) meeting upstairs in 30; get ready
3) thinking about going to the gym after work
4) wishing there was more to eat in my apartment other than peanut butter and jelly
5) realizing it's Thursday already
6) getting ready for my weekend
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Have you ever noticed...
...how much I suck at posting on this thing on a consistent basis?
...how when you're waiting to cross the street in Midtown, and have a red light, those coming from your left/right will walk right into you as if you don't exist as they have a white walk light?
...how you can talk to someone for a few hours and have it feel like 10 minutes?
...how meetings get called at work, and the substantive conclusion of the meeting is that you'll meet again in a week to see how much more you've accomplished since this initial meeting, which, in effect, is keeping you from finishing a project?
...how, sometimes, if you leave something you "must do' for a week or so, it suddenly is forgotten about by the person who said "you must do this"?
...how hard it is to keep a list like this going, but you're committed to keeping it going, so you'll write an item that speaks to the fact that you're making a list on your blog?
...how people FIGHT on a subway for a seat, when in reality, they're getting off at the next stop which is no more than 5 minutes away?
...how friends/acquaintances/more than friends can turn into haunting memories within 6 months of meeting them?
...how much these guys rock?
...how great this bar is?
...how I keep playing the guitar with no hopes of getting any better but keep doing it because I enjoy living in some sort of alter reality where I can play the guitar?
...how what people write is a great way to pass the time?
...how long that took me to link?
...how every word in the item above the one before this is a link?
...how big of a freaking nerd I am for doing that?
...how tough it is to actually ask a girl out on a date in New York?
...how you can completely dive in at work and not come up for air for a solid week?
...that it's time for this list to end?
...how when you're waiting to cross the street in Midtown, and have a red light, those coming from your left/right will walk right into you as if you don't exist as they have a white walk light?
...how you can talk to someone for a few hours and have it feel like 10 minutes?
...how meetings get called at work, and the substantive conclusion of the meeting is that you'll meet again in a week to see how much more you've accomplished since this initial meeting, which, in effect, is keeping you from finishing a project?
...how, sometimes, if you leave something you "must do' for a week or so, it suddenly is forgotten about by the person who said "you must do this"?
...how hard it is to keep a list like this going, but you're committed to keeping it going, so you'll write an item that speaks to the fact that you're making a list on your blog?
...how people FIGHT on a subway for a seat, when in reality, they're getting off at the next stop which is no more than 5 minutes away?
...how friends/acquaintances/more than friends can turn into haunting memories within 6 months of meeting them?
...how much these guys rock?
...how great this bar is?
...how I keep playing the guitar with no hopes of getting any better but keep doing it because I enjoy living in some sort of alter reality where I can play the guitar?
...how what people write is a great way to pass the time?
...how long that took me to link?
...how every word in the item above the one before this is a link?
...how big of a freaking nerd I am for doing that?
...how tough it is to actually ask a girl out on a date in New York?
...how you can completely dive in at work and not come up for air for a solid week?
...that it's time for this list to end?
Monday, November 27, 2006
Some holiday comments and a general note
Thanksgiving was a good time this year. I stayed with my father as my mom was out of town (parents are divorced.) We did the whole "deep fry your turkey" thing, which turned out great. It's pretty healthy for you as all the fat melts away and it tastes great. Best part is that it only took about an hour and 15 minutes to cook the bird. Just enough time for me to down about 5 beers with my dad and grandfather outside. 3 generations of Noonan men, bonding over a turkey in a bucket of oil. Class act, indeed.
I came back to the city on Friday, partly because I was bored at home, but mostly because I had things to do. The rest of the weekend was good. I went to two concerts and had a nice time not being at work.
I started reading my archives tonight, looking back on what I've ranted on and on about since April. One particular quote from this post:
"You have the friends you do at present for a reason: they're accessible, they don't suck that much (most of the time), or you're hooking up with one of them and she's hot."
Yeah, I thought it was pretty good then too.
Anyway, I know I don't post nearly as much as this one does nor do I have as much to say as she does (yes, Audrey, I linked to you twice), but I enjoy this collection of thoughts I've managed to keep. Not 7 months ago, I started this thing thinking I'd probably only post once or twice. But, turns out, I've posted quite a bit and it's all good stuff. Best part is remembering the day you wrote it or even the reason why you wrote the post. So read my archives, if you're bored or if you're really interested in what I'm all about.
I came back to the city on Friday, partly because I was bored at home, but mostly because I had things to do. The rest of the weekend was good. I went to two concerts and had a nice time not being at work.
I started reading my archives tonight, looking back on what I've ranted on and on about since April. One particular quote from this post:
"You have the friends you do at present for a reason: they're accessible, they don't suck that much (most of the time), or you're hooking up with one of them and she's hot."
Yeah, I thought it was pretty good then too.
Anyway, I know I don't post nearly as much as this one does nor do I have as much to say as she does (yes, Audrey, I linked to you twice), but I enjoy this collection of thoughts I've managed to keep. Not 7 months ago, I started this thing thinking I'd probably only post once or twice. But, turns out, I've posted quite a bit and it's all good stuff. Best part is remembering the day you wrote it or even the reason why you wrote the post. So read my archives, if you're bored or if you're really interested in what I'm all about.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
5 or 6
A few hours ago, I started watching this (I'm still watching it) and this memory came over me out of the blue. The memory is from when I was quite young, perhaps around 5 or 6 years old, on my way to school, which I absolutely hated. I used to beg my mom not to take me everyday. I hated walking in; I hated the first hour everyday. I remember what the house looks like across from my school. It had this weird red fence that used to piss me off; I definitely remember being pissed off at that fence.
One day I went to school and I remember being pretty happy. The weekend prior to this day, my mom bought me a new pair of sneakers. I thought they were the coolest sneakers and remember when I got them, I ran around in the mall, reporting back to my mom that "these ones run and jump really good, mom. thanks for buying them for me." Looking back, I remember thinking that it was the shoes that made me run and jump "really good" and couldn't possibly have anything to do with the person (me) wearing the shoes.
Anyway, for some reason, this memory came flying back into my head and I got very nostalgic for these sneakers. I find as I get older, I try sometimes to remember/revert back to when I was younger. Point is, I just spent about 2 hours on the Internet searching for these sneakers. At this point, they're "classics". Have a look: Reebok's. This version is not quite as I remember, but is pretty damn close. The pair I had when i was 5 or 6 were all canvas but the color schemes/design is pretty similar to this pair at JC Penney (honestly, I couldn't find them anywhere else).
This entire search makes me think back to the simpler days, when I was 5 or 6, and had sneakers that "ran and jumped" really good. The mall where my mom got these shoes no longer exists. It's too bad, really; there was an Orange Julius at this mall that had really good hot dogs and I guess you'd call it orange juice. (Their site now insists they offer smoothies and other crap, but back in 1986, smoothies didn't exist, shithead.) I'm not sure if it's completely ridiculous to buy a pair of shoes that remind of when you were 6 but I sure as hell would rather be reminded of when I was 6 than reminding myself that I'm almost 25.
One day I went to school and I remember being pretty happy. The weekend prior to this day, my mom bought me a new pair of sneakers. I thought they were the coolest sneakers and remember when I got them, I ran around in the mall, reporting back to my mom that "these ones run and jump really good, mom. thanks for buying them for me." Looking back, I remember thinking that it was the shoes that made me run and jump "really good" and couldn't possibly have anything to do with the person (me) wearing the shoes.
Anyway, for some reason, this memory came flying back into my head and I got very nostalgic for these sneakers. I find as I get older, I try sometimes to remember/revert back to when I was younger. Point is, I just spent about 2 hours on the Internet searching for these sneakers. At this point, they're "classics". Have a look: Reebok's. This version is not quite as I remember, but is pretty damn close. The pair I had when i was 5 or 6 were all canvas but the color schemes/design is pretty similar to this pair at JC Penney (honestly, I couldn't find them anywhere else).
This entire search makes me think back to the simpler days, when I was 5 or 6, and had sneakers that "ran and jumped" really good. The mall where my mom got these shoes no longer exists. It's too bad, really; there was an Orange Julius at this mall that had really good hot dogs and I guess you'd call it orange juice. (Their site now insists they offer smoothies and other crap, but back in 1986, smoothies didn't exist, shithead.) I'm not sure if it's completely ridiculous to buy a pair of shoes that remind of when you were 6 but I sure as hell would rather be reminded of when I was 6 than reminding myself that I'm almost 25.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
