I'm loading on the creatine and getting ready to hammer my training program; hammer it as best as this 58 year old body can tolerate. The time to embrace my style has come. This isn't a path strewn with hash marks on a piece of cloth.
I have decided to master C#, if that is possible, and then tackle Dart. I also will have to tackle LINQ since LINQ is a logical choice if you wish to program in C#. It all makes sense. I have put Powershell on the back burner and that may not be a wise decision. I just haven't got the time to do everything. I have limitations. C# seems like a better way to go right now if I am going to learn a viable IT skill. I like what I see coming down the pike. My working life is taking a dive. All I can do for now is grin and bear the ignorance that one has to when you are running the great race. I am saving cash and that is all that matters. I will be out of this hillbilly state by the end of the Summer. I have to keep focused on the good things that I am creating. That is what masters do.
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I just got back from walking along my favorite trail. The weather is perfect. It's cool and sunny. The air is fresh. These are all things that a body and mind needs to be healthy. C#, Powershell, HTML5 and JavaScript aren't going to make me happy. Building Web Applications isn't an end all goal I need to be striving towards. I've neglected far too long the things that bring me true joy and they can't be found in a computer manual.
I will continue learning C#. I have a couple of manuals to read and a number of computer courses I have downloaded complete with video and book presentations. I am giving myself till the end of October to tackle the syntax and the semantics, along with working Visual Studio 2012 Desktop Edition. I can keep abreast of it and begin trying to build something with it strictly on a hobby basis. I am not going to get an IT job. I don't really want one. I want to move to Colorado and grow marijuana for the recreational market. I want to create a wellness center and work on my training and teaching a select few. These are the things I honestly want. There is no reason I can not accomplish this. These are my roots, no matter where I end up living. It's time to make the commitment. It's time to put foolish things aside.
All too often I forget that I am no one. From my narrow perspective and limited intellectual capacity, I forget that I am not at the center of the Universe. I have worked hard. I have made an honest and concerted effort for the majority of my years here on planet Earth to become something greater than I currently am. I realize this undertaking may have put me in an elite class, but that doesn't justify my arrogance or my inflated ego. I am nothing more than a simple man of questionable ability struggling to keep my head from inserting itself into my ass on a daily basis. How far do you have to elevate yourself to reach an elite status in this age we are living in populated by buffoons, ignoramus, and hillbillies? It doesn't matter if I have an inkling on what the truth may be. I can not take this knowledge and put it to good use. Greater men and women have tried through the ages to drag mankind out of the darkness. They have failed. People do not wish to see things as they really are. The truth is too horrible to bear. The comfort of the darkness is their only refuge.
The world has plunged into a depth of darkness seldom experienced. The instant global communication network has taken control of the hearts and minds of every single one of us and the majority of people living today are painfully unaware of it. The war on consciousness has been won. The fruits of this victory are evident for anyone who has the courage to look. All I can honestly do is walk the remainder of this journey called life remaining true to myself and the efforts I have made to become something greater than just a fool. If I can make someone else's life better in the process, I will have accomplished something. It is time for me to once again crawl into my cocoon and work on transforming myself physically and spiritually into a strong being. I am really struggling right now to find meaning to my existence and a purpose for even giving a damn. More than ever I am convinced that hell is not a place you may go to. Hell is this home we call planet Earth.
This may be the greatest secret of all.
Wal-Mart workers and supporters launched protests in at least 15 cities Thursday, urging the world's largest retailer provide higher wages, better jobs and the right to unionize.
Wal-Mart Protest
Wal-Mart spokesperson Brooke Buchanan said the protests were having little impact on its 4,600 U.S. stores.
"What we're seeing is a lot of union activists and professional protesters - not a lot of Wal-Mart associates, Buchanan said. We've got 1.3 million (employees) in the U.S. and this is a very small group which doesn't represent the vast majority of associates who work for Wal-Mart."
What Brooke Buchanan is saying is that the people who work for Wal-Mart know how to keep their mouths shut if they want to keep their jobs.
The Walt-Mart corporate motto ... "the joys of servitude, or how I learned to love the jackboot at my neck."
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I have decided to take a drastic step in getting back into shape. I am going to starve this extra flab that has attached itself to my waist into oblivion. Once I have done this, I am going to get back on a diet of four small meals per day, protein shakes, and vitamin supplements. By Halloween, I will be back in fighting shape. I will be in shape to the point that I can undertake some serious training and whip this old 58 year old body back into a lean, mean fighting machine. I am tired of fucking around. I am not in black belt shape. If I only accomplish one thing the remainder of 2013, it has to be getting my edge back. I want this. I need this.
After yesterday's tirade, I suppose I should write some positive and soothing prose to put the skull jockeys at ease. Let's get real. When did I ever give a flying fuck what people ever thought of me? My past recollections of contact with other human beings is that of watching animals in a zoo. It's a wonder anyone of them can stay clean long enough to keep the fleas from nesting. In some cases, they already have. That is the nature of things. What separates me from the herd is my own honesty. I know I am weak. I know I must work night and day to keep moving forward. Physically, I am under par. This is my main concern at the present moment. I'm working on it and it is going to be a while longer getting back into the shape I know I am capable of reaching. Mentally, I am satisfied. I'm doing splendid work in this area. Spiritually, things are OK and the long term outlook is bright. Balance is the key.
Just another day in swine land. I should be happy to see reinforcement on my realization that I truly am living in a state inhabited by hillbillies and buffoons. I don't belong here. I came back here in December of 2001. I was meant to come back here. I have learned the things I needed to and now it is time to move on. I am on the hook with my lease for a year. I can test the waters in six months and see what the landlord thinks about me moving on early. I have earned that consideration. I have to work every day, save every nickle, and stoke the furnace. I can be in great shape in one year. This is the kind of year that may only happen once in a lifetime. It isn't something that can just happen all by itself. A year like I am describing will never occur in the life of a fool. Unfortunately, I am surrounded and outnumbered. I know when I am beat. I will be more than happy to leave this shit hole tavern mentality that pervades the very fiber of this place behind me. It is my responsibility to elevate my life to a higher plane. I can do this in the course of this coming year. By the end of it, I will physically remove myself from the contention of the mental illness of this alcoholic
infested pit called Wisconsin. The best is yet to come.
