Random Rants & Rumblings

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There were no sex classes. No friendship classes. No classes on how to navigate a bureaucracy, build an organization, raise money, create a database, buy a house, love a child, spot a scam, talk someone out of suicide, or figure out what was important to me. Not knowing how to do these things is what messes people up in life, not whether they know algebra or can analyze literature.

William Upski Wimsatt  (via perfect)

Read. More. Literature. Not less; more.

  • Want to learn about sex, good and safe? Read voraciously. And I’m not talking about Fifty Shades of What the Fucking Fuck.
  • Want to learn how friendship works? Read voraciously. Huck Finn, Harry Potter, Little Women.
  • Navigate a bureaucracy? Try some Kafka. (That’s only semi-sardonic.) …

I would really rather not see our schools become more like trade schools. It’s bad enough that university education, in the US at least, has become so results-driven that there is precious little difference between the course load in a four-year “liberal arts” institution and a concentrated program from a place like DeVry or ITT Tech. Education at that level is no longer about opening minds; rather, it is about learning a trade and getting a certificate of completion to put on your résumé. There’s nothing wrong with that, but the options for broad, undirected study are becoming more limited each year.

Let’s halt the transformation of our primary and secondary educational institutions…let’s restore art and music and make sure that learning math and analyzing literature always takes precedence over learning how to “create a database” or how to “buy a house”.

(via coyotesqrl)

I’ve wanted to return to college for some time. Financialy, it is foolish because it won’t improve my financial situation to do so. I wouldn’t be returning to college to become a better businessman (crush crush). I would be going because I want to know a lot more about stuff. Maybe some physics. Maybe some philosophy. Maybe some underwater basket weaving. I just want to know more stuff.

My Reality

for the greater part of the last 8 months I have been largely absent from
here. I’ve posted a lot of pictures re-blogged a few things but I have been
far from ‘vocal’.

For the last 8 months I’ve been greatly challenged professionally. I was
asked to take over an operation that was leaderless. I did so and took that
operation through our busiest time of year without much of an issue. It
wasn’t easy but it could have been much harder.

For the last four months we’ve been implementing a system that is set to
provide greater efficiency and has changed how we run the business. It has
not been easy. We are still not successful. The stress this is creating in
my life is at a level I have never experienced.

I have been dealing with depression. I’ve never experienced depression
before and I am completely lost on how to proceed. I do have friends that
have been in similar situations as I and thy are a great comfort to me.

I have struggled in my faith in the last year. My struggle has not been in
doubt but complacency. I have gone through the motions of faith and
activity for the last year and have suffered greatly for it. The last six
weeks have been particularly difficult.

Two weeks ago I hit a very low point and it woke me up to some of my
shortcomings. I have been evaluating the sincerity of my actions and
talking stock of the what I see as priorities in my life.

Ten years ago I started praying again. Each morning before leaving the
house I would spend time in prayer. I don’t know when my prayer changed.
When it moved from a conversation I had with my Father in Heaven to a
script that I recited from memory before racing out the door. There is no
point in reciting empty words. After realizing my shortcomings and changed
my thinking and involvement and begin speaking to my Father again. Before I
left home this morning I felt for the first time that my words where not
empty. I knew that I was being heard. More importantly I knew that what I
was saying was truly from my heart.

Work was brutal this morning. The overwhelming feeling that I could not
answer the questions being posed to me drove me to consider walking out the
door. I took a moment. Locked myself away from the eyes of my people, fell
to my knees and opened my heart to my Father. Instantly I felt His presence
in my heart. I know with certainty that he heard me and has granted me the
strength to bear my burdens today. Since that moment my burdens this day
have felt lighter.

I am grateful for the knowledge and strength I was given.

Advice from an Old Fart


As I sip coffee on this lonely Saturday morning, I want to offer some small bits of advice for those with less, um, experience in life. This is my opinion only - take it for what it’s worth, or don’t. This isn’t complete - these are just some small things popping around my head.

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