New Job At GetGlue

In the land of Harry things have been mighty busy. He has been away from his lovely blog, out marauding for new land and fresh fruit. He has been searching high above the coastline, cupping his hand above his eyes to shield himself from the sun’s mighty gaze. He stood there atop the cliff, gazing out past everything that he has since come to call familiar. He stood and gazed west, straining his eyes from their sockets, hoping to perceive success just before it broached the horizon.

And how did the sun beat upon his brow! Each un-tamed beam piercing his skin to draw sweat from its pore, their outward push beginning along his perspiring brow. The sun beat – the sweat swam! No relent until dawn when the winds from the south picked up their weight and began their singing song.

Yet it wasn’t long into the month when Success – in all her wonderful fashion – made her triumphant appearance over the divide. She stepped into sight as daylight touched the earth, smiling into the future as sun-rays cascaded around. The last winds of the night picked themselves up and threw themselves into her hair, casting all follicles asunder. And as she looked down from her perception above her eyes locked with Harry’s and time stood still. Magical white nothingness crashed into existence, erasing Harry and Success, leaving behind nothing but a clean whiteness that bleach couldn’t hope to come close.

It is with great joy that I can announce I have accepted a new job. Starting May 9th of this year I will begin work as Web Developer at GetGlue.com. The past seven months at dLife.com have proven tremendously rewarding however the lull of the future has proven too great to ignore. This next month will prove tremendously tumultuous due to all the changes occurring but please bear with me as I venture forward. Thank you – and thank you – for all of your support over the past couple of months. It would not have been the same without you.

Imagination Gregory

Following is a creative short story story written by me.

Gregory was surprised that the teacher called his name. His hand wasn’t up nor was he making any sort of eye contact. Even odder the teacher hadn’t asked the class any question. It seemed out of pure spontaneity that the teacher had called his name. Or maybe it wasn’t a call at all. Could it have been one of the oddest vocal ticks of recent memory that caused the teacher to utter the proper vowels and consonants that the name ‘Gregory’ was heard?

Like any other duty bound student Gregory got out of his chair and approached the front of the classroom. Side conversations came to a halt as the classroom gently hushed itself, all eyes turned to Gregory as he ably ambled forward. Teacher, chalk in hand, stopped marking the board and pivoted, letting her hand fall from its previous elevation to one more comfortable on her hip. Her eyebrows gathered themselves into an arch while Gregory continued his forward trod, making no motion to explain himself or halt his current intention.

With but a whisper Gregory came to a rest on his balled up toes, scrunching against the shoes that held them, “Yes Ms. Dalia?” The uttered words fell forward, just like Gregory before them, and near missed the linoleum floor before they became engorged with helium, inflating to a state of levity that forced their state to hang. And they hung, suspended above every head in the classroom, freely floating and moving as breath was inhaled. They drifted toward the closed windows and bounced away, gathering speed as they careened into the closed door and again bounced, their trajectory cemented into the teacher’s right ear.

“Hm? What do you want Gregory?” The class took another breath, anticipation growing, curiosity mounting, longing for understanding.

Gregory’s eyebrows took it upon themselves to mirror the teacher’s now de-arching eyebrows, “You called me Ms. Dalia?”

“I did no such thing Mr. Walsh.”

Gregory’s face fell, his chin crashing towards his chest, “Oh.”

“Please take your seat again and we’ll continue with the lesson.”

“Yes Ms. Dalia.”

Gregory shuffled back to his seat head held low, making no eye contact, as he slid himself back into his seat. The classroom resumed breathing, each successive inhale louder than the previous. The teacher, back turned to the classroom once more, resumes her chalking of the board. As she resumes writing her sentence Gregory’s attention turns to drift outside the classroom windows. As he rests his chin on his hand his ears twitch and perk up. Did he just hear his name called again?

The Creative Mind Resurfaces

I’ve been trying to write anything recently without much success. Every time I think about opening a document to write something I balk and fearfully run away, believing whatever I would have written wouldn’t add up to much.

It’s not something that I call writer’s block. It’s something a little more subtle, a little more calm but equally stymying, preventing me from writing and from enjoying writing.

It’s been my thought that perhaps I’m reading too much technical documentation recently, causing my mind to assume a very rigid form in regards to how I think and ultimately write. That perhaps were I to read more literary material I would be more apt to write and feel much freer when writing.

For every time I sit down to begin composing words into coherent sentences – ultimately paragraphs – a great tension builds in the middle of my chest. Knots and tightly wound muscles stress their discomfort and more often than not force me away, leaving composition incomplete.

Then there are other excuses I have enjoyed using. ‘What text editor will I use?’ is the question I have been posing to myself quite consistently recently. I’ve never really used Microsoft Word to write these blog posts because it takes far too long to open and by the time it’s finally open I’ve already talked myself out of writing anything and close the program as soon as it’s open.

I don’t use the default WordPress editor because of too many past bad experiences: from the web browser crashing and causing me to lose most of my work, to feeling cramped by the browser and creatively inhibited, the online text editor has never been a top choice of mine.

Usually what I use is this little program called TextMate – which I’m actually using right now – that is pretty much Notepad or TextEdit on steroids. Although most of the ‘steroids’ of TextMate come into play when doing programming work, I’ve found it to be quite a durable and dependable writing companion. It’s never crashed on me unexpectedly, it opens without pain, and it is quite nimbly customized.

So why have I been so reluctant to write a blog post recently?

The answer just has to be that I’ve been reluctant to write – period. My mind has strayed so close to technical leanings of late that for me to switch gears into a literary mode has been near impossible. However it appears my literary mind is beginning to rebel and demand the attention it has sorely missed.

The first sign of this swing occurred last night. I was alone in the apartment I share with my girlfriend and pulled out and began to play my guitar with an intensity and focus I haven’t experienced in at least a month. It would seem that I need to get down to some creative work or fear the wrath of my creative brain. And that part of me is quite inventive when it comes to revenge. Which shouldn’t surprise – it is my creative center after all.

Nothing To Write Home About

All work and no play makes Harry a dull blogger. It’s not his fault that his work is working him in overdrive, or that he is taking on many side-projects in his free time, or that he is trying to lead a social life. It is not his fault that he has somewhat of a writer’s block, unable to think up interesting topics to write on, right on.

Oh no, it is not Harry’s fault. (The mad ramblings of an overtired human who refers to himself in third person) are quite mad.

Harry wishes he dedicated more time to dreaming up posts. But Harry has so many dreams. And they all fight for his attention and affection. Oh the dream fighting has got to stop!

Harry a day, harry a night, harry a quarter and three a half nights.

Your regularly scheduled programming will resume shortly.

iPad Doodle 1

Recently I’ve been playing around with the drawing apps on my iPad more frequently. I’ve come up with some doodles that I like, and some that I don’t. The one’s that I like are simple, but retain a degree of poignance that I feel can be shared.

Here’s one I drew over the weekend. Let me know what you think.