The Office

Watching the T.V show The Office last night, I now have great respect for the writing staff. The depth of the characters, the simple yet ever evolving plot, and the dynamics of character interaction really separate this show from others I've watched.

The relationship between Michael and Pam is really what led to this appreciation. Michael, and immature yet lovable manager for the Scranton branch, is usually hard to deal with. Through growth of the character, personal interactions with coworkers, and recognition of achievements, Michael leaves the paper company to be with his love. Pam, throughout the series, has always looked after him. She always knew how to say things to Michael to fix a situation, or have him come to terms with his actions so everything can turn out for the better.

While I'm sure the show will survive through the loss of Michael as a character, it will be difficult to replace what once was. The need for a character to fill that niche while still having his own quirks and shortcomings is clear. I do believe that the writers and directors/producers know what is best for the show, and I am eager to see what they have in store for the viewers.

Good Vibrations

Upon waking this morning, I got up the motivation to go for a run. While running around my beautiful city, I came upon a dog that looked hurt. Knowing to be cautious, I slowly approached it. I heard it whimper, but saw no signs of aggression so I began petting it.

Turns out the dog had been missing for almost a week, and the owner was ecstatic to have her loving companion returned. Great things can come from simple motivation, even if they are unexpected.

Air Conditioning

So the air conditioning at my apartment as been rather sketchy as of late. Today, I find out from a roommate of mine that our bill is roughly 450 dollars, divided 3 ways. Not being to happy about this because I had told him to call maintenance about it some weeks ago, I decided to do it myself.

It turns out there was about 5 gallons of water and a plug of goo in the damned thing. So now my apartment is crisp, but my wallet is empty. End rant, more wise words tomorrow when I have a clear head that is in line with my writings. 

Carpe Nocturne

Ever since I was around 13 years old, I've had a hard time sleeping before the sun came up. While my father taught me to fish at this young hour, I've always found the former part of the morning more flattering than the latter. I savored the night; the solitude it brings, while the still air remains crisp, allowing the subtle secrets of nature to be heard. There was always something about the darkness that seemed so much closer to me than daytime.

I've grown to find it has been the reflection upon myself, bound to me by the solace of the nocturnal life, that has given me the deep appreciation I have for the choices I've made. Understanding that this clearly sounds pretentious, I've realized how family and friends have influenced me in a positive and responsible manner for which I am deeply grateful. For it is without all of you that I fall, and with your hand, I rise,
just as the sun does the same.

Day One

Since I graduated high school a while ago, I haven't had an outlet for creative writing. College required precision and seemed to stray away from the abstract flow from brain to paper. Why would that form of expression be so suddenly taken from us? Would it just add to confusion and drop the thin veil of conformity that comforts society?

I do hope the thought falls not on deaf ears, or the apathetic in nature. I do rather hope that it is enjoyed, savored like the first drag of a cigarette, or the first sip of coffee in the morning. Think about things that make you question even your most basic assumptions. Write them down. Roll them over in your mind until no angle is foreign. And live, live life to the fullest.