The Outliers

Now for all the people reading this week's blog, the only reason I chose to talk about The Outliers is that I am too lazy to think of (or look for) a photograph and what happened before and after. I hardly know what happened yesterday; how will I remember what happened nearly a decade ago? Ok, so The Outliers. The first time I saw it, I was positive that it was some boring adult New York Times Bestseller that Mrs. Smith wanted us to read. Boy was I wrong! I read the first sentence and I was immediately interested. Within 15 minutes, I had read the whole chapter. Honestly speaking, this book could not have been written any better. For an economist (who I see as boring and uneventful people), this author is actually an AWESOME writer. He was able to maintain my interest the entire time I read it, and I am happy that he did that. (There have been countless times I have fallen from my chair from reading boring books.) After reading just that one chapter, I have gleaned an important theme from this book. Some times in our life, we just feel like giving up and letting everything go. But after reading this book, I have seen how the outliers have achieved success, with thousands of hours in their hands of work and work. And they are the OUTLIERS. This means that they have worked very hard to reach their goal, and they are not your average human being. Thus if they worked that hard, I feel more motivated to do better with my life because I realize that I do not have to work so hard. Thus, I felt better about my life after having read The Outliers.

The Meaning of Life

Life is the creation of God (according to religion) or an evolution by a species that was already in place on Earth (according to Darwin's On the Origin of Species). Unfortunately, this definition is not so set in stone. In reality, life is a horrible, twisted movie that has little good (and much boring and bad). Why? Why is this so? I have no idea. And neither does God or Darwin. Darwin only created a THEORY of evolution, it has not really been proven (I think). God is a topic I don't want to talk about here. But honestly, who made it that life has to be so hard and sparsely beneficial? No one! So why is life so meaningless and boring and only sometimes good? According to a quote in my English teacher's (shout out to Mrs. Smith!) room, "The purpose of life is a purpose of life."WHAT? So that means I have to have a PURPOSE in life? That is impossible, because I have no purpose in life. I just drift along like a dandelion in the wind. In my opinion, life should have rules. People should just follow some general theologies and rules and make sure that no one breaks it. That way, this WORLD can have some purpose, which will then allow ME to get a purpose in life. After that purpose is achieved, I can hopefully go to a place where I can try to decipher the true meaning of life. Now to find some people to type this so called "Life-Book"...

PS: "Person attempting to find a motive in this [blog post] will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.
                                                                                                                           -Mark Twain

Pollen

Of all the things in the world that I came to despise in the shortest timespan possible, the darned procreative "things" of plants (known colloquially as "them darn'ed poll-en seeds") top the list. As I walk down my stairs, I manage to sidestep the "yellow brick road" (euphemism created by Aubrey). It never used to be like this. pollen was an overlooked part of my life. When I lived in Illinois, I was never able to understand why my friends would be healthy one day, and then have noses as red as Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer's the next! Unfortunately for me, I found out pretty soon when I came to Georgia. The allergies struck in April of sophomore year, and that was it. Now as I sit and write this blog post, I empathize with my former friends. Honey-stly, where are THE BEES? There is 8024 pollen seeds per cubic meter (last time I checked) just waiting to be pollinated, so why not take advantage of them? Also, what ever happened to good ol' precipitation? It's drier than the Atacama desert here! Honey-stly rain is actually awesome. It just washes away the pollen seeds as if they were some sticky resin on some old sap tree. Rain also makes my front porch look more lively and GREEN. I await the day when plants can propagate their microscopic structures in other ways so that the world will become a pollen-free land. Just leave some pollen seeds for the bees, and the world can sleep happier. Hopefully by then, I will live in a hypoallergenic sort of land that outlaws pollen and makes sure that people don't get allergic to it. Peace out. Actually, I should say Pollen Out!

Spring Break

Alright, so I have three friends, and they had three different ideas for soring break.One wanted to go to the beaches of Cancún, Mexico. Another one wanted to go to the Space Needle in Seattle. Yet another wanted  to go to DC. All three were frustrated that they had different ideas, and I was unable to talk to the three. I was initially confounded by their decisions. However, I devised a perfect plan. One day, I asked these three friends if there was one place they would like to go. All three said that they would settle with the beach. So I called a person in the vicinity of the Miami beaches, and booked a hotel for a week. The first and third friends were satisfied, but the second one was NOT. So I called him and said that the two friends could go to Miami while he and a friend could go to the Space Needle and enjoys the sights of Washington State. Thus, the second friend was satisfied and this careful planner (yours truly) succeeded in solving his dilemma. I checked off the frustrations of all of the friends, and made sure that they were happy in their respective locations. I then proceeded to my community swimming pool and dozed off on the sunlounger, a glass of lemonade in my hand.

The One Thing I Wish I Can Get Rid Of...But Can't

Music is a divine form of sound. It is literally awesome. Sometimes however, it can get a little too...distracting. When I am supposed to be working, my speakers are blasting out the tunes to "We Are Young". The really only reason why I can't get rid of music, is because I feel as if music reflects my moods very clearly. Why is this important? Let's say for example that I was kind of angry (for some reason). If I was mad, I could play fast beat music, that could allow me to "vent" my anger off. If I wasn't able to play music, I could vent it off in harmful ways (ways I would not like to discuss here). Thus, music is actually created as a sort of reminder to stay awake and in time with my surroundings. Thus, I should only listen to my music when I have some strong emotion or feeling of sorts. I just hope that in the end that it just matters how crazy the world can become or how crazy I feel. I just hope I don't die of boredom. What? What did I just say? I have no idea. That's todays blog post presented to you by Beethoven's Ninth Symphony from the London Philarmonic. Thank you and have a wonderful midnight.

An awesome moment from the motion picture Argo

An awesome moment from the motion picture Argo

Ok first thing's first. For those of you have seen Argo, you have seen, in my opinion, one of the best political thrillers in a while. For those of you haven't seen Argo, you're missing out! Argo is unarguably the best "based on a true story" movie I've seen in a long time. For those who haven't seen it, I repeat, you should! Argo is one of those few movies that can be watched over and over again and doesn't feel boring at all. Here's what I mean...

      So near the end of the film,there is this moment when I was like "Holy Cow! That's just amazing"! In this film moment, Tony Mendez (Ben Affleck) was flying back to the USA from Tehran with the six US embassy personnel. Five minutes after sneaking past the airport security, the seven are in the air. Then the air hostess comes on the intercom and says "We will begin serving alcoholic beverages shortly, Thank You!". Tony and the six ex-hostages are completely ecstatic at this moment. You might think, "Were they drunkards"? But in reality, alcohol is not allowed in Islamic countries. So the moment the plane left Iranian airspace, the air hostess had made her announcement and made seven people the happiest people in the world. This moment is my most favorite, because just that one statement has so much meaning and pizazz, thus it is was very memorable for me. I say that Argo is the best movie of 2012, and so does the American Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences!

Joe and His Unexpected "Walk"

Joe was the last person on earth I expected to do that. He just doesn't seem like that kind of person. He is too shy, too small and too rotund (5'2 and 150 pounds last time he told me). Yet this morning, there was a video of Joe Mohican (his last name for SURE) on Fox 5 Morning Edition--TIGHTROPE WALKING across the five mile wide Grand Canyon. Not only did he walk the whole five mile span; he walked it in five minutes without quaking ONCE. An apple I was eating literally dropped out of my mouth. I just stared at the TV screen, rubbing my eyes out with disbelief.  Just last week, I was at his house for one of his random parties in downton Buckhead. He and I walked out to the balcony to get some fresh air. Slowly, we chatted about the end of our high school lives and what we were going to do next in our life. As I looked out to the street, 100 feet below us, Joe took one look and dashed back inside. He later told me that he was scared of heights. It doesn't make sense. How did he go from downtown Atlanta to the Grand Canyon? I tell you NO ONE could have forgotten the face of the shy, pale seventeen year old. It seems to good to be true, and I feel that Joe might have done something inhuman to accomplish this Herculean task. Now I have a question for my readers: How can a human being be scared of a height of 100 feet one week, and then tightrope walk across a five mile wide, one mile deep chasm a WEEK LATER? How is it POSSIBLE?