Archive for March, 2010

25 Days… Number 18

March 18, 2010

8 bag of groceries slung up your arm so heavy that you can see you left hand turning purple.

1 12 pack of soda with that hand holder that is oh so close to a paper cut being held from dropping by a purple turning left hand.

3 pack of paper towels being tightly yet gently held in your left arm so that you don’t crush the cardboard tubing so much that it won’t fit in the darn holder.

And in your right hand… a 20 oz Diet Coke.

I heave everything up to the top of the stairs, put the coke down, go to my pockets on my right side….

“Nope not there”

(Checking another pocket)

“Those them, no…”

(Checking my jacket pocket)

“Are they… did I put them in my left pock…”

(Maneuver the bags so that my left pocket presses against my thigh)


I am thankful for the days I remember to put my apartment keys in the right pocket.  It’s extremely frustrating where I can’t quite do the reach around and have to put everything down in order to get at the right pocket.  I kick myself because I know I should have prepped for just this moment as I do the “beep beep” and lock my car.  You’d think I’d remember after the amount of times this happens.

It’s the little sense of accomplishment that comes from just having to put down the diet coke, reach into the pocket, keys are there, open the door, and everything in one swift motion from car to kitchen counter works perfectly.  I hope now that I’m putting this out to the world, I’ll start to remember more often.  But to my neighbors who will eventually hear the “NOOOO!!!”s and “Moth…Son of a…SERIOUSLY”s, I apologize upfront.

Thanks for reading:-)


25 Days of Thanks- Number 17

March 17, 2010

I vow to finish these…

Thankful- Shakespeare

Today was not my day with words.  Thoughts came out as garbled, jumbled, messes of ideas. I’m sure people who were listening to me talk today looked at me in the middle of my sentence and all they heard was “Muah Muah Muah Muah” like the teacher in the Charlie Brown cartoons.  To be completely honest, I don’t even know if that last sentence even made sense but the point is, some days I’m on and others I’m not.  Today was definitely a “not” day, so let’s see how the rest of this post goes.

Romeo and Juliet was my first exposure to William Shakespeare.  Meh.  It really didn’t do anything for me.  The love story was good.  The ending pulled at the heart strings but I just didn’t connect with it.  I had done a little acting by that point so I’m always a fan of reading a good play, and it is a good play but it just didn’t hit me.  It wasn’t until Mr. Kane’s seventh grade English class that The Tempest hit me like a ton of bricks.  Love story, comedy, then breaking the 3rd wall asking for the audience to help him out in the end, thought it was brilliant.

Now, I didn’t rush out and buy his sonnet books or a bunch of his other writings, it was just one of those readings that stuck with me.  The Trial by Kafka, A Separate Peace by Knowles.

Soon after came Hamlet, Much Ado About Nothing, Macbeth, and I kept having fun reading them.  They were the readings I didn’t buy the Cliff Notes for.  (Ok, well maybe I did but it was only to help.  I survived high school English with the help of my grandmother, grandpa, parents, and Cliff Notes)  At Canisius, I realized why.  Little Theater at Canisius put on a Shakespeare play each year I was there.  I wasn’t ever an actor in the show, I usually just worked backstage.  A lot of the rehearsals were serious to get down the tone, but there was always a bunch where we’d get to have a laugh with it.  And that’s when I realized why I liked his stuff, he was having fun with it.  He knew the way to connect with the audience was to not only bring the pain but also the laughter.  Romeo and Juliet didn’t really have this but in a lot of his works, he knows how to bring the funny.  Sometimes it can’t be seen on paper but with the right actors and the right director, it’s not too bad.

But this guy also had a way with words.  In a short sentence he can sum up a years worth of ideas.  True it was in the old English and sometimes takes a double take to get at the true meaning but this guy could use that wordy language to it’s finest.  Sometimes it can take a while to get there, but maybe like me, even in his “not good with words” days, he manages to hit a home run here or there.

One of my favorite Shakespeare bits is a popular one that sums up life in very short words.  Think it’s appropriate to share here as I’m about to make my exit from RIT.  I hope your play on your stage is always a good one…

“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”
— Jaques (Act II, Scene VII)

Thanks for reading and continuing to read about my strange eventful history:-)

25 Days of Thanks- Day 91

March 15, 2010

Yep, it’s been 91 days since I last picked up my 25 Days of Thanks and wow, have they flown by.  Lots of good things that I’m sure will come out as I get back into writing and even some challenging things that I hope won’t tick off too many people.

Today I’m thankful for Quincy University.  Why?  Well, in a few weeks time, I will be their new Director of Residence Life and Community Standards.

Quincy is a small school with a ton of character and good things going for it that sits close to the Mississippi River in Quincy, IL.  About 1 1/2 hour north of St. Louis, I’ll soon be moving out there to take on this new position and try to continue the good direction it’s going in.

I’ve got to be honest, I’m both extremely excited and extremely nervous.  First, the excited part.  Things are happening at Quincy.  They’re building a new residence hall that I will help open.  Great students who are active, involved, and really seem connected to the university community.  Staff that took the time to welcome me not only during the interview but also after learning that I got the position.  And a small town that I think fits right into my future goals to get somewhere, set my mark, and get going with the next stage in my life.  But if I ever wanted to get away, St. Louis is a short drive and Chicago is just about as far as I drive to Albany now.

I’m mainly excited though to get to a place where I get to develop the story.  Here, unfortunately, a lot of the story has already been written.  I’d love to go to the top of the highest mountain and scream out the truth but what would that do?  Who would that benefit?  In Quincy, there’s no influence, no cover, no background information, no secrets, no second-hand information, other than the things I’ve put forward on this blog and the random, small world connections that pop up every now and again.

But I’m darn nervous.  The things people have said to me when I’ve told them have been nothing but positive.  The encouraging, motivating, “we’ll miss you”, funny, and supportive comments have eased this nervousness a lot but it’s a brand new start on a brand new journey and, this time, it’s all me.  I’m going to work hard to show my thanks for the support.  The other times I’ve taken similar steps like starting at Canisius and at NYU were all made successful by me not sitting on my butt and letting things happen around me.  Let me take this time to say thanks to those who said Hi as this geeky kid with glasses started a conversation with them.  The grown up version hopes the same good things happen out there.

So the blog needs to get back up and rolling to let you all know how things are going and how much I appreciate the support you’ve shown and will show as I take a huge step forward.

Lots of things to cover in the future including the Christmas holiday with my family, how I hope what happens at my brother’s bachelor party does not necessarily stay in Vegas, how the safety announcement on an airplane also needs to include proper treatment of the person sitting in the middle seat, and how the toughest part to this new job will be leaving the friends, colleagues, and students in this part of the country.

Thanks for reading:-)