Horrible Bosses

The movie was great fun & worth seeing it! I may review it later but I do want to share my favorite quote from it.

It opens with Jason Bateman narrating his thoughts as he goes into work one morning. At one point he says something along the lines of the secret to getting ahead in the business world is letting everyone walk all over you and being able to take lots of abuse.

It was hilarious and the perfect way to start the movie!!

Cap was a dissapointment

I realize I like feeling alive and getting out so I went out and saw Captain America last Friday night at the cheapo theater. It was a good idea because the movie was not great! At the end was a promo for the Avengers which if I recall will come out mid to late next year. I hope the Avengers is as good as Iron Man!!

The special effects were good and the plot was good but the story line turned into one long unending battle. After a while it got old. I didn't think they had enough there for a movie but it was stretched out enough to last 90 minutes and it was about 30 minutes too long. If you see it go to the cheapo theaters as it is not even worth matinee prices at regular theaters.

What I miss about home

I realized what I like & miss about home. Not the mounds of paper my dad couldn’t clean up but all the magazines laying around. There was plenty of material to read and grow from and at the end of the day I enjoyed reading, discovering, and being in an environment where there was plenty of reading material around it was heaven for me. I guess I caught the desire for knowledge & reading & exploring at home browsing through old copies of reader’s digest.

I miss having stacks of various magazines covering sports, news, current events, spirituality, and anything that could stimulate the mind. Those are memories of home I will always take with me.

The house I grew up in

I am house sitting for my dad and it is cool to be back in the house I grew up in but at the same time it is weird. It feels good to see my old home and feel some nostalgia.

At the same time it is odd as this place is no longer home for me and it at points feel foreign. I am aware I am only here for a while and that most of my belongings are some where else. I also wonder how I lived here so long withoug wanting to leave or without wanting to see other places and have some place to call my own.

I recall spending lots of time down stairs because it is cooler. I recall all the spiders & bugs down stairs. I remember the odd lighting in the kitchen and bathrooms and how old they look. The place has not changed except in how old it looks and feels.

I guess the point where one realizes that the house they grew up in is just a house is when it no longer feels like home. This place has not felt like that for me in years but it is nice to visit.

Sunday night in Denver

I had heard about a group putting on movies through out Denver. From time to time in the summer a large screen is put up at a park around sun down and popular movies are shown free of charge. I was checking out the schedule and wanted to Ferris Bueller's Day Off (I know am lame for being 36 and never having seen this movie).

It was suppose to be showing down town and when I arrived at the park it was not there. No screens, no anything so I decided to get a walk in on the trail by the Platte river. The path was lit by hazy yellow lights with neon shades reflecting off the river. The sun was setting and the sky was slowly getting darker by the time I arrived near the REI store. There was a group of entertainers outdoors off this outdoor area. I first heard the drumming but could not tell if the drumming was live or recorded and pumped out through speakers, but it sounded live. Deep bongo drum beats filled the air as the performers twirled flaming balls through the air. The flames would grow or recede depending on how fast they were twirling.

I sat down in a grassy area on the opposite side of the river to watch. Performers twirling flames, bongo drums, people swimming in the river, and the clear sky slowly turning dark in the background. Some nights turn out well, even when they do not go according to plan.

You know your day is off to an odd start when...

I ate biscotti & carrots for breakfast this morning.

Even for me this can only be described as random...odd...different.

I'm obviously single!

Rites of passage

Six months ago when I started my new job I felt like I had to study every piece of information that came my way. There was so much information to pick up and new things to learn. At times I was hesitant to do something for fear of getting tasks out of order or completed the wrong way and I ended up asking permission for everything I had to do.

What struck me was today I took initiative to set up a meeting and do many tasks that I use to question whether it was okay to act on my own. I can see how I have changed not only in understanding of my job and my roles but my willingness to jump in and get work done. The change is more than self confidence but the growth in my one's profession.

It made me think of rites of passage. We do not have many in our culture and yet they are important. Without them we do not have a marker for growth, achievement, and identity. There is no way to measure these things without a rite of passage. Our culture is steeped in living an undisciplined & impersonal & non reflective lifestyle. We just assume people grow up at some point and we never measure these types of things.

In our culture we go by birthdays and each one represents something different. At 16 one can driver, at 18 one can join the military and are legally considered and adult, and at 21 one can legally consume alcohol (At 24 one is no longer covered by your parents insurance but no one really cares about that one).

I need to come up with my own rites of passage, my own milestones to measure personal growth and progress. I can then celebrate them and share them with people who care or are supportive.