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Archive for April, 2007

Riding The Little Bus Of Blogging

Wow.  In the wide wide world of blogging, I’m quite a ways behind.  My latest attempt to be more on top of things has been to subscribe to other people’s blogs, which is mindnumbingly easy to do if you have Google Reader, and once I commence to read them, it’s like gaining new blogging experience all together.   A spin of the wheel moves the topics by.  Some are useful, some are humorous, and sadly, I admit to subscribing to People’s blog (but they only give you a sentence teaser in order to get you go drag open a new bright blue window with the whole story, and I usually just don’t care that much to do that). 

But the fact is, there’s SO much out there that I wonder if reading it all is doing any good for any of my writing.  Because you can cruise through this stuff in this sort of zoned out state, how much I’m retaining isn’t as much as if I were sitting and deliberately reading a book.  However, this is solving a very looming problem of ‘If my job REALLY IS to sit in this chair in the event that someone might come here or the phone might ring, I might as well have something mildly entertaining to do to keep from going postal,’ and this really fits the bill.  I can’t read books at work, but via this method I almost find it more to an advantage:  I’m not entirely 100% ultra super focused on what I’m reading, so when the occasional person enters or the more likely phone rings, it’s easier to leave where I was and return to it moments later, and all the time, I carry on the appearance that I AM working. 

Through much of this, I feel I’ve been existing in a cave-much of it is far beyond me.  Even many of the the ‘I’m just a beginner,’ or ‘I’m new at this’ blogs I come across, I feel like I just got dropped off by the little bus.  The fact that I have no real ongoing theme or topic other than what’s in my brain I fear could be a detriment.  I was told that content is key, but I’m a dilettante-I know SOMETHING about just about everything, but not enough to write a book or maintain a blog about it.

All in all, it’s just a big ego trip.  I want to be the one thousands of people link to and check to see if I’ve uttered anything in the last 24 hours.  I want to be the one with the content people check to see if it’s been updated time and again every day.  But how can I become queen of my own universe when I’m so bogged in others’ blogs?  When I get through everything at first, sifting through the hundreds of thousands of opinions, pointers, and ongoings of other people’s lives, will I be caught up, and will enough information have soaked in as to make me a fabulous writer in the ‘blogosphere?’

At the very least, when I do become the illustrious blogger with all of the witty yet brilliant things to say, I’ll be so prepared and it’ll all look so cool people will be thinking ‘damn, I wish MY site looked as good as hers.  She’s probably been here for a really long time….’  Until next time…

Is It Me, Or Is It My Formatting?

It’s difficult to tell because the formatting of my site makes every column quite narrow, and hence, everything I write appears incredibly long.  I’m not sure if this is actual fact or if it’s due to the format choice, but my inclination is that it’s the former.  My penchant for verbosity (and my love of just saying that phrase because it makes me feel so elitely smart) along with my continuous commas would probably make Hemingway roll over in his grave.  He committed suicide in my hometown as a matter of fact.  The Sun Also Rises is one of my favorite books.  And with that, I’ll excuse myself, not because of more pressing issues to tackle here at the wonderful world of work, but because it’s finally my lunch break and I can get outside for an hour or so.  Until next time…

Hanging Out At “The Mall”

I work in a building that is a couple blocks away from what used to be the world’s largest outdoor shopping mall.  I’m not sure what mall is biggest now, but knowing that this one once was has been is a source of pride to me because this is the first mall I’ve ever been to.

 Usually during my lunch break, Dale and I go to the park.  This park takes up a full city block, has several large and rare trees, is within 6 blocks of our work locations, and is almost always completely empty.  It definitely gives me the grounding I need-literally-after eating.  In fact, I usually end up taking a short nap in this spot before returning to work.

However,when the weather is inclement, the agreement is ‘to meet at the mall.’  This ‘mall’  is Ala Moana Center.  It has a vast international food court that could probably only be found in Hawaii.  It is NOT your run of the mill McDonalds, Sbarro, Subway kind of place.  The food itself is a representation of the vast number of cultures who call this rock of a volcano home. 

After eating, we usually end up walking through the mall in the direction based on who needs to return to work first.  Things have changed over the decades since I first started visiting years ago, and they have changed drastically.  Liberty House, a Hawaii-only (I think) upper end department store has been bought out by Macy’s, an entire new level to the mall has been added, and nearly every ultra-high end store has found a spot within this place that it calls home.  Fendi, Ferragamo, Chanel, Burberry, Gucci, Dolci, and Prada all beckon with their sterile, austere looking shops and their aloof yet fashionable staff, all of whom must have gone through a sort of “how to completely ignore the customer and make them feel unwelcome UNTIL you have discerned WITHOUT A DOUBT that the person has the minimum amoung of money required to be worthy of your attention” training course.  Apparantely, I have not passed into that level. 

The mall isn’t all like that.  There are booths where you can bargain for pearls, Sears is still an anchor store, and probably the largest Old Navy I’ve ever seen also reside here, so there is something for everyone and every size pocket book.

In some cases, quite near the ‘real’ store, you’ll find a knock-off shop in the middle of the mall selling the $500 pair of Chanel sunglasses for $10.  I find no real discernable difference between them.  Given that, what is it that makes the person pay 50 times more for the ‘real deal?’  Is it just that-the simple satisfaction of knowing that what they own is a ‘real’ pair of Chanel sunglasses?  Can you feel the $490 more you paid for them? 

I have never been able to afford any of these designer luxuries.  I don’t understand it.  Then again, I’m poor.  However, even if I had a large disposable income, would I be so inclined?  Do people shop at these places because they can?  Because they believe it’s expected of them?  Because of low self esteem?  I don’t have a clue.  I can think of so many more things which I would rather spend a thousand dollars on than a pair of shoes.

I think Sex and the City might have done some damage, if you’re the kind of person who believes everything you see on television. The rise of our celebrity culture is probably the biggest contributor.

But if you look at it that way, it’s not just sad, it’s stupidity as well. People going into untold amounts of debt so they can don the appearance of some talentless hack who is famous for no other reason than their birth circumstances paint a frightening portrait of where our society is going. We may be ignoring our childrens’ future, forgetting that much of the world doesn’t have enough to EAT in a day, and hightailing it into bankruptcy, but damn, don’t we look good doing it…