Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Old problem, new technology.


Read this story in the Star-Ledger today about the "crisis" of teens becoming sleep deprived and such due to the addiction of "night-texting" and I thought to myself, "Is this really a new problem?"

I seem to remember when I was in high school finding myself sleep deprived due to spending many late nights trolling the local Michigan BBSes and was myself basically "a ghost walking" (as the article says), but I didn't see any sort of "EVERYBODY PANIC" type of crisis going on. Did I get migraines because of it? Sure. Did my schoolwork suffer, however? Nope. And I was dead tired all the time. But I might have been an exception to the rule, staying productive throughout it all and only surviving off 4-5 hours of sleep a night. I wish I was able to do that now; there just aren't enough hours in the day to do everything I need/want to do, but that's part of the resiliency of youth and I just don't have that anymore.

But back to the whole night-texting thing, how is this any different than IMing/chatting/IRCing/etc. into the wee hours of the night? It's just a new method for an old problem.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Almost a month?


Geez, slacking again, Kev. It's been almost a month since my last entry here. Once again, I blame Facebook and Twitter for being the massive timesucks they are.

But anyway.

Picked up the new Brand New album "Daisy" on Tuesday. Much like the album that came before it ("The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me"), it's taking me some time to warm up to it. I like it, but I don't love it - yet. "The Devil and God..." is one of my fave albums right now and it honestly took me at least a month to really appreciate it, so it might be the same case here. I suppose that's normal with new albums anyway. With Brand New, though, they seem to keep re-inventing their sound with each subsequent release. If you listened to
"Daisy" and then listened to "Your Favorite Weapon", you might not even think it was the same band. But I dig that evolution of sound. It's why I stuck by bands like Stabbing Westward and still stick by bands like Pearl Jam and Metallica ("St. Anger", notwithstanding - that's still a pile of garbage). Looking forward to the new Paramore album releasing on Tuesday. Good month for music here.

Work is still work. More stressful than not with my cut hours. The lessened pay is one thing, but only being able to work 7 hours in a day (8 minus the lunch, which I don't even always get to take) instead of the usual 9 or so that I was used to, it just makes me feel rushed most days. Those additional two hours are a big deal when it comes to getting work done here, believe it or not. Today, of course, is a bit slower (thankfully) which is why I actually have some time to click away on here.

Video shoot tomorrow, a bar mitzvah. Shouldn't be too bad, about a five-hour shoot. I have to admit that I prefer bat mitzvahs to bar mitzvahs, only because the boys seem to be a lot more unruly than the girls and I have to watch my equipment a bit more closely to ensure no disaster befalls it, but it's money either way. Also working on a wedding video currently, making a decent pace with it. I shot a lot of good footage, so that helps. I just wish there was more time in the day to get the editing done, especially considering I've been so damned tired lately.

Would you believe that I don't even know what date the NHL regular season starts? That's how out of it I've been lately. But at least I've got tickets for the Wings/Devils game at the Rock in December and also tickets to the Wings/Rangers game at MSG the following day (those courtesy of my good Finnish friend Tomi).

Alas, I suppose it's time to get back to work and count down the hours until 3pm when I can go home, take out the dog, go to the gym, have dinner, edit...and then go to sleep, I suppose.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Internalize.


Those that know me well know that I have a tendency to internalize quite a bit - anger, sadness, etc. It's one of the reasons I've been trying to improve the shape I'm in, lest poor shape coupled with the festering black mass of internalized fury sends me to an early grave. But today - oh, today - is a big internalizing day. Without going into detail, things are just plain fucked around here. For so many reasons. And I just want to kick and scream and break things. But, I internalize. And take Xanax, when appropriate. The latter helps a little, though not as much as I'd like.

This place just isn't good for me. Frankly, seeing everything going on right now, it's not good for any of us. And it's a shame. Because I used to really be able to take pride in all I had accomplished.

Table. Fine china. Tablecloth. Yank. Crash.

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