Overwhelmed but goal-oriented (sort of)

It's the week before the week before finals, and I'm just about swamped.  It looks like this is true for everyone around campus.  Projects and papers.  Those are the words I hear twenty times a day every day this week.  I'm in the same boat, and it's getting kind of stressful but kind of exciting at the same time.  I have made it a game with myself to get things done this week so I can go to a concert in Chicago this weekend.  The show is Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.  I only started listening to them a few days ago, but I can't get enough.  The get a lot of their influence from 60's and 70's folk singers and rockers, and it shows.  These somewhat hippy-clad musicians are a 10-12 piece band that fills the usually tiny stage they occupy with groovy tunes and moves.  Tickets are about $40 (I don't have one yet), and then I must factor in gas money, food, and recreational expenses.  Study up and have a hell of a weekend folks.  It's gettin' down to the grind!

Cheers

Keeping Up...

This post, like its title, attempts to just keep up...Keep up with the class, keep up with the times, with others and myself.  

Picture this: A nomadic family living anywhere on Earth in nomadic times (whenever that may have been).  A mother, a father, and their two adolescent children roam the land, seeking only the next meal and fearing anything that may hinder that desire.  What does "keeping up" even mean to them?  Were there specific deadlines they had to meet or was life basically contingent upon who's not keeping warm and how many stomachs are growling?  Different times.

Keeping up is on my mind so much that a lot of times I will purposely find things to distract me and remove notions of deadlines and commitments from my mind.  The list of activities ranges from thirty minutes of Jeopardy to hours of reading in bed, which typically goes hand-in-hand with hours of catching up on zzz's.

Constructive procrastination is another outlet for putting responsibilities on hold and an alternative to totally checking out to Alex Trebek's voice.  By constructive procrastination, I mean taking that grand scheme of this week's (or this year's for that matter) to-do-list out of your pocket and placing tasks of lesser importance before those of greater importance in your mind's ultimate notion of what really needs to be done today.  For example, instead of getting all the work done today that I've been putting off (like this blog), I did laundry and cleaned up the house a bit.  Then I went to the library (after various other important tasks...i.e. watching football and eating food while watching football).  So maybe I didn't write that paper that is already late I say to myself, BUT I do have clean socks to walk around a clean kitchen in.

It's such a bummer to get caught up in this kind of cycle.  Constantly looking towards next week's deadlines and reevaluating what really needs to be done  can become gruesomely tiresome, verging upon maniacal. 

I've got a huge list of books I want to read, songs I want to hear again by artists I don't want to forget, and people, places and events I want to learn more about.  Now, let's get something straight first.  

I'm an awful time-budgeter.

I came to the library to write, and besides this blog I have only been reading since I got here four hours ago.  The Internet makes news never-ending (but that's another story), and I easily get caught up in it.  But when will I make a solid dent in that list of endless stuff?

I guess what I was going for here before I fell into my own soapbox was this:  Time and its best friends, deadlines and accountability, are easy to fall victim to.  Certainly, it is good to be held accountable for our endeavors in school, family, careers, etc.  But does there come a point where we must be more concerned with our own self?  Where we should look at ourselves and ask, "What kind of life do i want?"  The proverb, "Know thyself" seems to me to be essential for anyone trying to live a purposeful life.

Remember what Mark Twain said -- "I never let my schooling interfere with my education."

The People Park...

So yesterday my roommate, Chaz, and I took Stu (our house dog) to the dog park.  Little did I know I would be doing more people watching than keeping an eye on the pup...

Just to give you an idea of what the Lincoln Dog Park is like, it is a few acres of open, fenced-in grass.  That's it.  Inside the fence are people and their dogs.  No dog looks the same, and neither do the people.  While the dogs are all there for basically the same reasons, their owners aren't exactly sure why they've ended up there or what they're supposed to be doing doing.  They just know they love their dogs and probably all dogs for that matter. 

So Chaz and I make our way through a series of gates, Stu digging in deep to escape his leash.  Once he's let off the leash, it's a mad dash for the closest piece of tail (literally) he can find.  This is where things get a bit screwy, or maybe not.  For the next thirty minutes or so, Stu engages in a constant rampage with the other dogs.  He doesn't discriminate either.  Our suave (by this I should really say overly aggressive) dog was getting digits from terriers to greyhounds (Stu is rightfully a "mut" who lives in a house of nine people...all "muts").  So from here on out, it's a series of tackling, sniffing, licking, and excreting...you know, dog stuff...the simple things a dog needs for carving enjoyment out of life. 

So what about us humans?  Where is our dose of Monday afternoon entertainment?

The people at the park...ohh the people.  I was aware Wisconsin had a generous amount of eccentrics calling the land of dairy home, but I guess I always considered MKE an exception...until yesterday.  As soon as we showed up, I shot Chaz a glance that wondered, "Who are these people and what do they do with their lives?"  Okay, a little harsh, but I really just wanted to know if these folks were the dog version of a cat-lady or were just trying to escape the spouse and kids for a thirty minute block out of their day with ole' Sparky.  Whatever the reason, it seemed like once you made your way through the final gate into the dog park, you became a dog enthusiast.  Like programmed robots, the watchers engage in a continuum of keeping an eye on Sparky, inquiring about other dogs, spitting out dog facts, and meandering aimlessly until it's time to wrangle their pet and pack it in for supper.  Oh and forget trying to get your dog to "stop" or "come" or "fetch" because once the your canine is within the fencing, all bets are off for mannerisms.  This is dog-world and there's no real estate left for humans.  Stu's got his dog pals at the park and homosapien homies at home. 

Whatever, Stu.  I'll just people-watch.  The guy in overalls and a trucker hat snatches his fat stoagie, which is hiding among the beard engulfing the hole in his face.  Entertainment at last.  His is the gray Labradoodle going at it with what looks like an undersized German Shepherd.  Like most of the people there, this man can't decide whether to break up the tussle or let the dogs keep at it.  You can see it on their face, and the hesitant, half-step forward is always a dead give-away. The smaller dog owners are often stuck in this kind of position, fearing for their Basset Hound or Pomerani's life.  "OK Stanleyy I think it's time to go now," yells one woman in a very thick Wisconsin accent as her terrier clings to a tree, its only life line amidst a huddle of larger dogs waiting to toss the pup in the air like a rag doll.  So survival of the fittest.  What's new.  Besides, did the lady not see the sign for the separate "Small Dog Area" at the front of the entrance?  Maybe it was one too many diet pills this morning or the blood clogging in her legs due to unbearably tight jogging pants.  You make the call.

In any event, I'm kind of looking forward to a second visit to Lincoln.  Unless I know that one guy will be there...you know, the guy who obnoxiously instructs his mut to "TAKE IT DOWN A NOTCH, JOHN JAMES" every two minutes.  Yeah, he named it John James.  I don't know.  Do we take our dogs to these places for their entertainment or ours?  Probably both.  I even brought a book.  Didn't open it (didn't need to) but brought it. 

It's better than TV folks.  So next time you're tempted to turn on some god-awful tube (see Jersey Shore and all reality TV for that matter), grab a dog, any dog, and head to the park where dogs are watched by people, people are watching people, and dogs are doing dog things. 

Fall is Change

It's fall, and I can't believe it.  I was so astonished by the trees that line the middle of Wisconsin Avenue the other day, that I nearly crashed into some people while riding a bike home from class.  The trees weren't totally blood-red yet, but already had some splotches of color going on.  Not only were they suprisingly beautiful, but they reminded me how much time flies.

I can hardly believe I'm entering my third year at Marquette and my first year as a journalism major.  It feels like life is passing me by, and that's a scary thought.  I was talking to a really good friend last night, and he told me that he was going out to dinner with his girlfriend for their two-year-anniversary.  I feel like it was just a few months ago that he dumped that crazy, neurotic ex-girlfriend of his and started dating this new girl.  Two years.  Just like that. 

So, I couldn't help but look around my room last night and realize I have a lot of clutter.  I feel like I'm at a point in my life where I need to start making some decisions regarding my future and mold my lifestyle around it.  I think it's time to find out what is really important to me and what I really want to make of the next fifty or so (hopefully) years.  So, I cleaned my room and started thinking.  It was 2 am, and I didn't make any groundbreaking discoveries about myself, but i did realize a few things.  First, I'm one of about 7 billion people on the planet.  Second, most people on this planet have it a lot worse off than I do.  Third, I feel obligated to do what i can to improve the conditions of others, my fellow human beings.  So, this is all great and probably a bit dramatic.  But maybe not...

Okay, off the soapbox.  Fall is a time for change.  Maybe it can be a time to step back from the busy clutter of everyday life and think about your own life in the context of others.  Where do I fit in, and what can I do to make the place I live better.  We're not here long.  Take it a day at a time.  Tempus Fugit!

Photo Story

I took these photos at a "trance party" just outside of Cape Town, South Africa over Easter weekend of 2010.  This particular party is called Vortex.  At these parties, "trance" music is expected to play all day and all through the night, usually for an entire weekend.  Trance parties, however, were much more about meeting new people and sharing stories (and obviously stomping some earth all through the night).  This photo story starts from the bottom with Tavas, a friend from Cape Town who drove a few friends and me to the party.  Next is a pretty random circle of friends, gathering under the tent we brought.  The thrid photo is of my friend Hayley (left) joking around with a few other party-goers.  Next is the massive stage area where all the dancing took place for three straight days.  And finally a photo of the crew right before we packed up to leave.