It's Universal

I'll wrap up the Peru adventures eventually, but it's been so long, I just wanted to get started again.

For a person as average as myself to blog stream of consciousness seems mundane, even to me. So the first thing I do before each time I log on to write is ask myself, "Why would anyone want to read this? I must have the least interesting life of anyone I know." Then I inevitably begin to compare what could be considered the interest level of my life against others that I do in fact know. Friends, family, acquaintances of course come first, and then it's on to famous people, particularly ones who write their own blogs like Mark Cuban, Ryan Adams, or my personal favorite, Gilbert Arenas. So I think they must have some really profound, interesting things to say. And sure enough, Gilbert Arenas said he wanted to drive his car into a pole after he posted a DNP because he's still being held out for injury, and I think, surely there will never be a time when I say something that unfiltered, especially not relating to my lack of playing time in a pro basketball game. But I guess there's nothing really profound and interesting about that. Certainly everyone has wanted to mash their head into a wall at some point in reaction to one of their coworkers or bosses, just for most of us it's a cubical wall, which really wouldn't do that much damage.

I recently started my first cubical job since one I had back in college, as I just moved to Austin, jobless, and ended up getting on with a pretty cool company. I shouldn't say completely jobless because I was doing an unpaid Political Science undergrad's internship equivalent as a job when I got here, running mail once an hour to the Capitol, as well as tutoring 5th graders in the afternoon. I was a valet job shy of being on Anthony's post-Dignan-masterminded-heist program from the movie Bottle Rocket. But it seems to be working out.

So we'll see what happens now. I'm still strongly considering trying a hand at the teaching gig. I always heard that those that cannot do, teach, so maybe, just maybe, one day my ineptitude will translate into someone else's achievement.

I like the new place.

When I picked up and moved to Austin, I crashed with my sister and her family as they were gracious enough to allow me to stay while I sort of got my feet on the ground. Two months later, I moved in with a couple of great guys, Adam and Paul, and am now fighting a bout with Avian bird flu. That last sentence may make it seem like they are the cause of it, but that's probably not true. It was probably the Avian birds.

So now I just write, and I guess we'll see what comes out.

Austin is a good place. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. There are good people here, some of them just wandered in, and most of them don't want to go. It's not a highly calculated moving place. People don't come to Austin because they think there's a great job market or large affordable housing or the city has a lot of glamorous things to offer. They just come because it's cool, and they want to be here. If they end up here for work or something like that, they generally don't want to leave. There's no having to justify it either. In Dallas, people would say, "Oh Dallas is awful" and you'd say, "Oh it's not so bad". Or they'd say, "Oh Dallas is awesome, it's so much fun" and you'd say, "It's really not all that great". Houston's about the same, just in a different way. But in Austin, people just say, "Yeah man, Austin, that's cool." And then you say, "Yeah man, it's universal." And then you grow your hair long and you grow a beard and people can think whatever they want. You might be in politics, you might be a writer, you might be in a band, or you could be homeless. There are probably an equal amount of people working diligently at each of those professions here. It's universal man.