As the world turns

I decided, about a week ago that I was going to blog; A serious blog, once a week, something about my life; not necessarily topical, but about my life. Developing the “concept” has been a problem. So, I am throwing out, concept, and format, and I am writing the way I write, off the dome. Consider this my first foray into, serious, blogging.

With that said, I want to get the elephant in the room out of the way. Tomorrow, I am going to be interviewed, by KERA , about our economy. To be more precise I am going to be part of a KERA promotional piece, highlighting their economic page online. Most of the people I know are under the impression that I am going to be interviewed for a position with the company, and that’s okay. I almost want the actual footage to mostly be an internet find, rather than selfish, self promotion via my networking pages. I’ve mentioned it, but it’s not a huge deal to me. I believe that these people have our best interest at heart, or I would never agree to be exploited this way. I can honestly say that I go to NPR and the KERA website first for my news and information. Saying that won’t be difficult, because it is true. I don’t want them to ask me to be, channel 11, man on the street chipper about it. My biggest fear is wasting these peoples time or embarrassing someone.

These are television professionals coming into my house. I don’t want to be a waste of their time. I don’t really think I have a whole lot to offer. What do I know about the economy? All I know is what I’ve experienced, and seen. They are going to use me, the second sign that release form, no matter what I say they will be able to use it. If I am to avoid embarrassment, I have to be at my best. It’s a daunting prospect, like standing down a hurricane. I’m a bit afraid, but I am also supremely confident. I have aspirations. Maybe I will impress someone, maybe this will be my flash in the pan. Either way, I am ready.

Let’s move on,…shall we?

Kids play a huge part in my life. My girlfriend has three, I have two. Our hands can be pretty full sometimes. We run a pretty loose household. We don’t ask for much; keep your room clean, turn off your TV and lights when you leave a room, let us know where you are going, be careful, and don’t talk to strangers. It is all very simple stuff. And because of the freedom afforded you, you must abide by the rules or deal with the consequences. It seems to me harsh from a kid’s perspective, when everything is so big and scary. It seems to me the best way to teach a kid how to face the trials life has to offer. They must be strong, and they must understand the basics of this society. A strong handshake commands more respect than a weak one; An articulate individual, no mater how under educated, will command more respect than an illiterate dupe. A child that is well schooled on the potential hazards the world has to offer, is a child better suited to become a true member of our nation, rather than another drone. We have to take chances and allow our children to explore their world. If we instill positive habits in them early, we may worry, but we will have nothing to fear.

I find myself in a very awkward place in life. On one hand I have an opportunity to develop my art and become some thing before I die. On the other hand I really should, according to every old tradition, be breaking my back if necessary, taking care of my family, financially. I should be giving up every dream, for the socialist, 1950’s American Dream fantasy we all grew up with. We know it’s bullshit, yet we continue to feed the machine. I wanted nothing more than to never give another dime to Walmart; then I realized, after 60 days of expensive groceries, that I can’t afford to take a moral stance. Still, rather than work my fingers to the bone, in some rich guy’s sweat shop, for 60 hours a week, so I can just get buy, I would rather work towards something better, for the rest of my life, than wok my ass of to be broke anyway. Some may say I have taken a women’s role. I would tell those people a few things. One: I do this job better than most women out there today. I know a few who couldn’t cook minute rice. Two: I do this job and still manage to move my career forward, alone. Three; if the hoe wives out there kept their wives as happy as I keep my girlfriend, the divorce rate would go down. That would also happen if the marriage rate decreased; but I digress.

Point is, I am getting by. Bad economy or good, partner, alone, or with a gang, employed or un-, it’s all the same. My DOW is steady and my SNLP is not slippin’. It’s because I am working towards beter today, than I was yesterday. It’s all gotta add up to something, right?