Tough Times on the Road to Arkansas

August 11th, 2010

It’s been a tough few weeks as we have attempted to make progress in our moving plans. The original move date for us was the end of this month, August 31st. The home that we originally had an agreement to rent is no longer available and our two backups are not options, either.

It’s looking like we will need to drive down again in a week or so and make a last push to rent a home. This has been difficult to swallow, as we initially thought everything was coming up roses. I had been gushing about everything turning out so perfectly and now I sit with egg on my face. So that you might understand, here is a little back story:

In the beginning of July we made a trip to Fayetteville to find a place to live. On the way in, we stopped in Kansas City. KC is a nice town that seems to have a great mix of old and new, art and artifice, big city and Midwestern river town. That evening there we ventured out to grab some barbecue at Jack Stack. They had a gluten free menu for Heidi and supposedly some of the best BBQ East of the Pecos.

The service there was excellent, the food was sublime, the wait was interminable. While we waited, Heidi went to the bar to grab a drink and met a couple or two bellied up. One of the pairs happened to be from Fayetteville and knew of a house for rent. That was the house we signed a lease for during our stay in AR.

Alas, it wasn’t to be. The people staying in that house were buying a home and that fell through. We then found a second rental and those people were buying a house and that fell through. A third place was rented before we could get to it.

On top of that, my job prospects aren’t as great as I once thought they were. It’s just been a peachy couple of weeks.

Still, I maintain my cheery disposition and optimistic outlook. Perhaps in vain, but I soldier on.

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So Much for the Phoenix

May 5th, 2010

Titling a blog entry in such a grandiose way was just setting myself up for failure, wasn’t it?

It’s May now and every living thing is awakening. Flowers everywhere, smiles reappear. It’s a different world in Minnesota. It will be good to spend our last few months here in the sunshine and be reminded of the good in this place.

Planning for our move is going slowly. I am planning to reinvent this site as a precursor to becoming a full time consultant. Right now I have no portfolio or any kind of display of my work. The new site will be built on Expression Engine, which we built the new GovDelivery corporate website on. I learned how to develop in that environment in one weekend. It’s that easy! Anyone with good knowledge of XHTML, CSS and some PHP would feel right at home. It really is a developer’s dream because it is so flexible.

Once that’s up it’s a matter of making some contacts. I have some good leads and should be relocating with a couple of jobs under my belt. There are even a few designers in the Fayetteville area that would like to possibly work with me. I’ll meet with some people on our trip in July and hope to make some connections then.

Til next time… Cheers.

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Phoenix

January 29th, 2010

No, not the city. The author of this blog has risen from the flames of his torpor to write again. There is no theme to write on, just my life. While there was certainly an issue with consistency/direction and my thought had been to remedy that with a specific focus, I don’t actually think that was the main issue. It was all about effort, baby.

That being said, I think there will be a focus of sorts, maybe secondarily. As most anyone who reads this blog (the two of you) know, Heidi and I are planning to pack up the family and move to Fayetteville, AR later this year. The plan is to eventually purchase some land and begin to live off of it or at least partially wean ourselves from the teat of this commercial culture. Why Arkansas, you ask? Because the Ozarks are damn beautiful. According to a realtor we saw on our visit in October, this is where people go to get used to heaven before they die.

The Fayetteville area is a little different than what you may have seen elsewhere in Arkansas. It’s a college town, so it has all of the benefits, youth and culture that come with that. We felt really welcome on our visit. People were very charming and nice. And the country, oh the country. Hills buckle and rise across the area that are thickly carpeted with trees. The air is clean, the temperatures are warm and the food is awful good. It’s been 50 degrees a couple of times in the past week. It’s below zero here!

So, this will be a measure of progress and a measure of my wit – or at least whatever I can muster. Hats off to thee Minnesota and I shall write again soon!

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Swift Descent into Winter

October 7th, 2009

Good morning!

I just quickly wanted to jot off a note to explain why I haven’t been writing. This has been a time of some soul searching for me and I have not had much will to write. I also am putting some thought into what this blog should focus on, i.e. a central topic or theme. It should be general enough, such as politics, current events, personal life, music, etc. Having no focus has also made it difficult to find the best subject matter.

Please feel free to suggest themes in the comments section.

I am hoping to make a return to writing here more frequently in the next week or so.

Merci.

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Action and Self-worth

September 8th, 2009

There is a commonplace belief that we are defined by our actions. This is how we are judged. In America, we live childhoods in meritocracy and are judged constantly. Schools give us grades, parents tell us we are naughty based on our deeds and we are given gold stars when we behave well.

This system works well in reinforcing positive behavior and deterring the negative. It does not, however, cultivate self-esteem in those whose actions aren’t meeting the standard. Children from abusive homes often learn that they cannot please others; that their actions are never met with approval. There is the classic guilt of those who’ve come of age in strict Catholic families. We are the hopeless sinners whose redemption comes after our death.

It is amazing to me how these systems become internalized in their victims. It happens without thought, like a switch routing current into preferred channels. In writing this I had hoped to stay away from the personal, but I can’t think of a better way to illustrate this. A typical example of this internalization is this (a fictionalization, but good representation of what happens in my head/home):

My wife tells me that she thinks I should move a rather unbalanced, heavy item from its current location to another place where it is more secure. We have a 2-year-old daughter and this is a reasonable request. However, I immediately begin to become aggressive and push back; maybe suggesting that she move it herself if she thinks it so much of an issue. This simple observation on her part might devolve into an argument.

There is no conscious or clear trigger to the anger and aggression in this instance. The routing of the current, in this case, is done as a self-protective measure. In an instant, I felt a threat. The perceived threat was the possible intimation that I was careless in placing that object there in the first place; that I could be responsible for harming my child. Of course, this was not my wife’s meaning or intention, but a fragile ego can make this interpretation in fractions of a second. If you have internalized a worldview wherein your actions often result in failure, believing that others think the same is easy.

My aggression in this scenario is a way to cloak vulnerability. I direct the blame away. If I allowed the perceived disapproval to exist, I would confirm my existence as a failure. The power this holds over me is amazing.

A few nights ago I had epiphany of sorts. A new personal paradigm was born: people have intrinsic value that exists apart from their actions. This is not to say that anything goes and that we should accept all behaviors. This means that we are each individuals with a soul or conscience or call-it-what-you-will and that is what makes us who we are. Actions should still be judged, but not in a vacuum. The key is that behaviors can be changed while our essence remains unchanged (simplified, but generally true).

This probably comes across as trite and obvious, but I think it is pretty profound for those who are healing from abuse or have internalized a view of self as unremitting failure.

I am interested in hearing from others who have dealt with the same or engaged the same thought process. Feel free to contact me or write a comment here.

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