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tobias_cur
17 October 2010 @ 03:53 pm
demotivational posters - POPEMOBILE
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14 September 2010 @ 10:11 pm
funny pictures of cats with captions
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11 September 2010 @ 03:22 pm
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tobias_cur
04 September 2010 @ 10:13 pm
funny pictures-I can pretend to listen and I can pretend to care. Just not at the same time.
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26 August 2010 @ 09:04 pm
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17 August 2010 @ 08:22 pm
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tobias_cur
22 February 2010 @ 02:26 pm
I keep tripping on news articles over-willing to call the top men's figure skaters unsportsmanlike because of the behavior of one...ass who should be given the benefit of cultural and language differences if not ignored completely. It seems to me that at every turn NBC and it's affiliate reporters have done nothing but attempt to stir the shit, and bait these competitors (Lysacek and Weir) into producing a 'sell-able soundbite.' Fortunately at least Lysacek has shown the intelligence and class to not be baited.

Figure skating is an adjudicated sport, and they are twisting the subjective nature of the scoring system to make a better news story. Of course they're doing this in all manner of sports, trying to fuel a kind of cold war between Germany and the US, the Russians and the US, Canada and the US etc. Anyone notice a theme here?

I should be used to it by now, but perhaps what is most aggravating is, they aren't even that good at it. If you're going to manipulate opinion to jazz things up, and generate interest, at least make the effort to not show me the rabbit going into the hat!
 
 
tobias_cur
20 February 2010 @ 02:21 pm
I can't claim this has been the worst February on record, but I have yet again been sick (and depressed) for most of a month. Thankfully, the Olympics have given me something to do (or not do) everyday which mostly involves sitting in a comfortable chair watching television.

The house is a mess, despite one harried session of cleaning. I'm not sure I care yet, but I'm still trying my best to keep things under control in anticipation of the day I snap out of this funk, look around, and want to hurl the dirty dishes off the balcony. So much for patience!

Nevertheless, I must begin writing again. Something. Everyday.

I think it might be time I accepted the circumstances of my life, which sounds vague but in a very real sense, isn't. I am an unemployed person who's career did a dead frog impression (tit's up) several years ago. For many reasons, most of them legal, financial or both, I haven't been able to move forward with anything new since then. I can talk the talk, and pretend I'm working towards a new career as a food writer, but mostly, I make dinner, clean the house, and rarely post to a food blog that next to no one reads. Should I campaign for more readers, and put my name out there? Yes. Do I?

The truth is, I'm envious of people who have the confidence to promote themselves. It is a talent I have never possessed in spades. A constant fear of failure, or possibly success, has always hindered me, making me hesitate when I should leap, and procrastinate when I should apply. I know this, it's comfortable. I have spent thousands of dollars on hours and hours of therapy, but I still keep repeating the pattern. Am I lazy or just afraid?

Certainly, I wish I had more talent as a writer, or just the confidence and drive to pursue anything wholeheartedly. That kind of optimism has been knocked out of me completely. Yet, I can't help dream (sometimes literally) of being a food writer/ demonstrator/teacher. Or of opening my own gourmet food store, gastro-pub, or bakery. Though who'd get up at 3am to bake all the goodies I don't know... I know all hope is not gone, because I continue to dream, and to want to do something (anything) that might make a difference. Some kind of proof I was here. Perhaps that's the quiet desperation Thoreau was talking about.

Still, wouldn't I be happier, or maybe just content, if I learned to accept my lot. Being invisible, untroubled, unencumbered by property: satisfied with having a roof over my head and food on my table. Comfortable and complacent. I have no desire to be rich, only to have enough for my needs without squeezing every dime. I do not need – or even want – a large home or expanse of land. However, is enough room for a garden and a basemen for storage too much to ask out of life?

I am from working class stock, and I'm accustomed to making do. How much smaller must my life become so that another rich person can get richer?

When am I going to accept that I just don't fit? And that not fitting might be a good thing?