Oh! Oh! Do you hear that? The ice cream man is here! You guys want anything? I’m getting the chocolate cone.
Monthly Archive for June, 2004
Another Monday, another week at the office. This week is a bit different though. The bosses are out of town and I’m left to “protect the fort” as Manny likes to say. This is a good thing I suppose, having the opportunity to manage what comes in and out of the office for a week. Why am I so bummed out then? Well, it’s a little thing called Monday Madness.
The folks at WKBC have a bunch of fun activities planned out for the next few Mondays during the summer to keep us youth entertained. Today’s Madness event is a scavenger hunt. The large group of students are divided into teams and given a list of objectives and a camcorder. Their job is to film whatever is requested on the list, especially the bizarre ones like last year’s “Walk your friend down Kendall Drive with a collar on”, or “purchase an empty Slurpee cup at the nearby 7-11”. I was MADE for these types of videos! But here I am at the office, ensuring the welfare of my beloved employers. I want to cry out for justice! It’s a feeling of pure frustration and loneliness which makes me wonder where my priorities lie. I love this job, and love being able to create digital work in my own private space, yet I find myself wanting to socialize with people, which is a far stretch from staring at a glowing monitor for 7 hours a day. I suppose both areas demand a certain amount of energy and patience, two things I find myself lacking lately, but I think I prefer the burden of company rather the burden of privacy. I guess there should be a hefty balance of both, but right now I want one more than the other, which calls for some good whining.
Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
So Saturday night I travel up to West Palm Beach in my car, rehearsing my lines as I said I would until the point where I felt completely comfortable. I arrived about 40 minutes before the band, which gave me time to rehearse standing in front of a mirror. The church building was beautiful. They had this lounge area that was better than any starbucks handsdown. So we hung out there as a wedding was getting wrapped up. Finally it was time to set up, practice, and perform in front of an audience of about a hundred people. In honesty, I was expecting to see a bunch of high school students but the turnout was mostly people in their mid-twenties and older, which was quite a shocker. It was supposed to be a youth group. I guess the word has a different connatation north of Miramar.
The crowd was completely hispanic, so my jokes about my family struck a good chord with them and that pulled in some good laughs. It’s so fun to connect with people on that sort of level. Some people came up to me afterwards and expressed the similarity of households we live in. It’s great to know I’m not the only weirdo out there.
Anonymous performed incredibly as usual and Rey preached an awesome message of biblical friendship that the whole human race needs to hear. We were all challenged to examine the basis of our current friendships and what they are built upon. Current trends? Music? Faith? God? All or none of the above? In the past I’ve built relationships on the hope that a person is reliable to a certain degree: a point where I’ll be nice to them if they’re nice to me. Friendships held only by a mutual fear of betrayal or ridicule, denying any possibility of growth or communion. We looked at Old Testament friendships such as David & Jonathan and New Testament friendships such as Ruth & Naomi.
I find that much of my life is in need of a good upgrade, friendships not withstanding. Two nights ago before I went to bed I found myself scribbling ideas for a new section on Sketchism, what most would call the About section. I want to explain what sketchism is, and to what end this whole website is leading to so it’s not a mystery to anyone including myself. Outside of my writing I don’t want to tapdance around any issues or concerns that I face on a daily basis, and I want to live a life that can be judged righteous in the eyes of my Maker despite my fears and anxieties of what the rest of the world thinks. I find writing to be such a great excersise for my craft and for socialization that I want to do it some justice by being completely honest with myself. Maybe I’ll get a few questions here and there, perhaps a few criticisms on occasion. There are a very few people I owe any explanation to in this lifetime, possibly less than I can count on both hands, and an even fewer group of people that have displayed a good amount of honor in areas of truth and taste that I feel I can be accountable to. To the rest of the world I offer the only explanation I repeatedly attempt to display, and that is a life that strives to reflect the glory of Jesus Christ. Anything else is just wordplay.
I’m heading out to West Palm Beach in a few hours to perform at a church along with the band Anonymous. It’s been a while since I did stand-up comedy so I fear I’ll be rusty. The drive is supposed to take about an hour and I’ll be riding solo in my dad’s car which has no cd player. This means I’ll be forced to listen to all these clear channel stations with a million commercials. Maybe for once I’ll ride with no music on and actually rehearse my jokes. Speaking of Clear Channel, last night I won tickets to the Jessica Simpson concert here in Miami when I checked out the Y100 booth at the annual Cancer Relay for Life. The lady from Y100 seemed eager to get rid of them so she just asked a basic question about the station and I answered correctly. Bam, two lawn tickets to the concert. I, of course, having no interest in crappy pop music by Jessica Simpson just gave the tickets to a friend. The relay was super fun though. Got to walk around the track with friends and just come up with stupid ideas for jokes. Plus we got on the stage dance floor and skanked while a couple was dancing salsa. I think everyone got angry at me for that, but the night went on. Well I’d better take a shower and stuff for tonight. Peace.
Been fixing a few bugs on the Thirdeye website. If you happen to find any bugs, please email me the info (my link is at the bottom of every post).
Yesterday I left work early to attend the graduation of my dear friend Higor from New World School of the Arts A group of us went afterward to the graduation reception and then out to dinner at Fridays. A good time was had by all. I’d upload some pictures for ya but I don’t have my cable with me right now, so maybe you’ll see them soon. I saw so many faces from my middle school days that I didn’t know how to respond. So I just hugged them, said hi and gave them a flyer. Ah, memories in the making.
It’s official. The site which I’ve been slaving over for the past month is finally complete. It’s been a long, hard road of programming and staring at my monitor in frustration and anxiety, but alas it is done! Everyone at the office is excited about this, as am I. Spread the word. Thirdeye is designing your intuition.
Please come back, Mr. The Dane!
