I'm Writing a Blog, Let's See What Happens!

Yo. I'm back ya'll with anotha blog post! So to all ya'll haters out there, you betta check yo 'self fo' you reck yo' self!

I've been listening to too much Ice Cube lately. Sorry. Welcome to this month's installment of my blog. I'm Jeremy and for however long it takes you to read this, you'll be inside my mind. And I'm gonna warn you, it's a strange and rapidly changing place. One second it could be pleasant and welcoming, and just as fast it can turn cloudy and chaotic. But I'm guessing most people are of the same disposition.

Writing a blog for some people infers that they have something interesting to say or that they at least think that their thoughts are interesting enough to share with the rest of the world. But I think that everyone is pretty close to the same, we are all made of the same weird stuff. Our brains mostly work in the same ways, sometimes they feel depressed, or have some strange insight into a strange situation, or enjoy critiquing cultural phenomenons. Everyone wants to be heard and the Internet now gives them a voice, so many people figure, "I should keep a blog. I'm a pretty interesting person. People like to hear what I have to say." I think that this is a tip-off that maybe you shouldn't keep a blog. I'd rather hear from the people that no one wants to listen to. Like hobos, psychotics, and drug abusers. Who wants to listen to another politician, they all say the same thing.

Just like everything on TV, they try to appeal to the status quo, or popular fad at any particular moment. I think we need some reality shows where instead of following around celebrities, they follow around a homeless dude. Maybe he's homeless by choice and travels the country completely free. This guy is shunned by society, but he probably has way more interesting stories than you or me. He didn't follow the same life path that all of us "normal" people did. He said, fuck that, grew a beard, sold all his possessions and hit the road. Some one should get these guys' stories. I'm sure someone else has probably done that already though. Somebody probably thought that hobos would all have cool stories to tell and that they could collect them all and put them in a book. But then in the middle of the project, I bet they realized that all hobos have pretty much the same story about how they become a hobo. It probably involves some sort of substance abuse and/or mental health issues. All the other stories would probably be completely made-up. Why? Because that's what hobos do. They make-up crazy shit to cover up the fact that in reality they don't do anything.

Maybe you're thinking now, that maybe I should go out and see if this theory of hobos is true. I've come up with all these thoughts on the lives of homeless bums, why not prove them as facts? Well the real fact is this will probably never happen, 'cause just like everyone else I chose to ignore hobos rather than talk to them, because in my mind, you can never trust a bum. You gotta be pretty crazy to give up all the sweet luxuries that modern technology provides for the rest of us. That's one fact I don't think you can ever rule out. Bums are crazy.

Why is it that so many of my blog posts start off normal enough but always devolve into a rant about bums? I think I have some bum issues to work out.

Anything else I feel like commenting on right now? Hmmmm...well, only that I think this is not a very good blog post and if you read the whole thing, I'm sorry for wasting your time. You could probably be watching something really cool on TV instead.

But, if you've made it this far, I might as well go on. I currently volunteer at a local community radio station. That's right, I get to put together playlists and talk on the radio. Not live. So far I figure I would be pretty awful at live radio. I'm not very good at pointless banter to fill air time. Instead my playlists are pre-recorded so I can do as many takes as I want. The end results so far are average, I would say. One thing is that I've realized I have a pretty monotonous and weird sounding voice. I always hated hearing my voice recorded and played back to me. To me I sound like a brainless slow-talking ogre. I hope that's not what other people think, but I guess why wouldn't they? But in the end, who cares? I'm on the radio and they're not.

Also I've starting taking lessons in Aikido, a martial art of Japanese origin. Aikido is some what like Judo, in that, it is mostly flips and joint locks. The difference is in the philosophies behind them. Aikido is meant to disable an attacker without killing them or severely injuring them. It is the first martial art I have ever studied and it is pretty fun. We get to do flips, learn throws, and spin around a big stick called a jo. It appeals to my childish ambition to become a martial arts master. Rolling around and learning to fight with a stick is pretty much what I did outside every Saturday as a kid, just without a teacher or any kind of philosphy behind it, other than the fact that I thought it was cool. I still think it's pretty cool, so I'm gonna keep doing it. So next time you see me, I dare you to challenge me to a stick fight!