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This blog is more of a personal blog to practice my writing.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Accomplishment v. Procrastination
Dateline: July 22, 2009 :
I come to the realization that I've been putting things off for too long and need to start getting the wheels in motion.
Why do people put things off until the end is near?
I have always worked better with my back up against a deadline. I've always been that way.
Yet, with high blood pressure and diabetes, I think I may be realizing that self inflicted pressure may be doing me more harm than good.
~Then it dawns on me that people are waiting for me to produce.~
I am inundated with distractions: Twitter, Facebook, VH 1, CSI Miami, my sons... (ok, my sons are not a distraction, but they sure know how to get in the way)
Today, I decided that it was time to produce some mock up pages for the Foghorn.
I hope to finish them by tomorrow, Friday the latest.
I must admit, seeing our web editor work inspired me to light a match to my ass.
I must also admit that watching a few people's lack of enthusiam for the projects I have given has made me realize that it may take more of an effort on my behalf to make things happen in order to make up for the lack of effort that a few others have shown. (Maybe I'm just paranoid)
There are those who have shown that our paper is a high priority. The editors are really dedicated to putting things together.
I usually don't name drop, but Jeff, Natalia, Stephen, Steph, Andrea and Steven look to be ready to kick ass. WE WILL SWEEP!!!
~anyway, I will be updating my blogs more often. I also have a blog titled "Responding to prompts and everyday life situations"...I'll have to link it up to this one. That's more about me focusing on writing.
Be on the lookout for http://www.thedmcfoghorn.com
~Phil
I come to the realization that I've been putting things off for too long and need to start getting the wheels in motion.
Why do people put things off until the end is near?
I have always worked better with my back up against a deadline. I've always been that way.
Yet, with high blood pressure and diabetes, I think I may be realizing that self inflicted pressure may be doing me more harm than good.
~Then it dawns on me that people are waiting for me to produce.~
I am inundated with distractions: Twitter, Facebook, VH 1, CSI Miami, my sons... (ok, my sons are not a distraction, but they sure know how to get in the way)
Today, I decided that it was time to produce some mock up pages for the Foghorn.
I hope to finish them by tomorrow, Friday the latest.
I must admit, seeing our web editor work inspired me to light a match to my ass.
I must also admit that watching a few people's lack of enthusiam for the projects I have given has made me realize that it may take more of an effort on my behalf to make things happen in order to make up for the lack of effort that a few others have shown. (Maybe I'm just paranoid)
There are those who have shown that our paper is a high priority. The editors are really dedicated to putting things together.
I usually don't name drop, but Jeff, Natalia, Stephen, Steph, Andrea and Steven look to be ready to kick ass. WE WILL SWEEP!!!
~anyway, I will be updating my blogs more often. I also have a blog titled "Responding to prompts and everyday life situations"...I'll have to link it up to this one. That's more about me focusing on writing.
Be on the lookout for http://www.thedmcfoghorn.com
~Phil
Monday, June 8, 2009
I'm a big fan....of myself?
I dunno how I did it, but I am following myself.
and as of 3:21, I no longer follow myself, so I guess I'm not that much of a fan.
and as of 3:21, I no longer follow myself, so I guess I'm not that much of a fan.
Self Promotion
http://philipjperez.com
I finally put together an online portfolio that I will update as much as possible.
On another note. I have two subscibers to my blog. That's two more than I had before...lol
I promise, I'll get creative soon.
I am a decent writer from time to time and have been called quite funny on occassion.
Entertaining was another word used to describe me.
Sexy...my wife calls me that.~tee hee~
Smart ??? My GPA is a 3.83, so I must be doing something right.
Crazy ??? I remember my highschool year book. Everyone who signed it called me cool and crazy. WTF does that mean? Was I the guy most likely to create chaos? Most likely to end up in a sanitarium? Most likely to get shot at a party?
One girl called me cute....then she scratched it out and changed the word to cool.
My sophmore yearbook was much more flattering. Every girl who signed it wanted my body, had my body or wanted to eat my body. (Every girl who signed it was actually me signing my own yearbook in hopes that somebody would read it and think I was crazy and cool... what kind of loser was I?)
Yeah, I can laugh about it now.
Because I'm freakin' cool !!!
It made me who I am today, I guess.
My wish is that my sons get elected "Most likely to be like his Dad". (disclaimer: Not a loser like sophmore year, but more like the motivated, spiritual, and of course crazy and cool person that I am now).
They are off to a good start now... but that's another story: refer to story of 3 year old contracting A-hole-edness.
I finally put together an online portfolio that I will update as much as possible.
On another note. I have two subscibers to my blog. That's two more than I had before...lol
I promise, I'll get creative soon.
I am a decent writer from time to time and have been called quite funny on occassion.
Entertaining was another word used to describe me.
Sexy...my wife calls me that.~tee hee~
Smart ??? My GPA is a 3.83, so I must be doing something right.
Crazy ??? I remember my highschool year book. Everyone who signed it called me cool and crazy. WTF does that mean? Was I the guy most likely to create chaos? Most likely to end up in a sanitarium? Most likely to get shot at a party?
One girl called me cute....then she scratched it out and changed the word to cool.
My sophmore yearbook was much more flattering. Every girl who signed it wanted my body, had my body or wanted to eat my body. (Every girl who signed it was actually me signing my own yearbook in hopes that somebody would read it and think I was crazy and cool... what kind of loser was I?)
Yeah, I can laugh about it now.
Because I'm freakin' cool !!!
It made me who I am today, I guess.
My wish is that my sons get elected "Most likely to be like his Dad". (disclaimer: Not a loser like sophmore year, but more like the motivated, spiritual, and of course crazy and cool person that I am now).
They are off to a good start now... but that's another story: refer to story of 3 year old contracting A-hole-edness.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
NEWSFLASH : Virus in 3 year olds found to cause A-hole-ed-ness.
It all started a two weeks ago.
An outgoing, sensitive, caring, loving 3-year-old was hit with a virus that took him into a world of seclusiveness and lathargy (is that a word?)
"Junior" (name changed to protect his identity) is not your ordinary 3-year-old. He's been playing guitar since he started to walk. He started playing drums right after. He helped his older brother learn the alphabet...(exaggeration)
He is awesome.
Right after his last tee-ball game of the season, "Junior" fell ill.
He had fever for a week.
He was quiet.
He was depressed, although he tried to play with his brothers, he was very sensative and withdrawn and cried for the most minute thing.
He was no longer that happy-go-lucky kid who recently was crowned "Duke of the Molina Day Care".
Finally, his pediatrician, Dr. Vzinjiiguipuguipugiii (something close to that) prescribed the magic formula that would bring back my son to normalcy....so I thought.
(Warning: The following events are far from the truth and a major exaggeration of what really went on but is used as an illustration to make a point of how difficult it has been these past few weeks with this boy.)
Sunday, May 24, Midnight:
While working on homework (playing King of the Ring on my PS2), I hear a low growling sound coming from my sons' bedroom. Upon inspection, I see "Junior" playing with his Lightning Macqueen car growling " I am Speed...KaPow!!!"
"Go to sleep, son" I say in my deepest daddy voice.
"I am Oager..." he replies.
"Mommy..." and I go to bed, not revealing anything to my wife.
Sunday, May 24, Noon:
Church was an event that words cannot describe.
so I won't.
Sunday, May 24, Bedtime:
"Junior" is running around growling the words to "Mary Had a Little Lamb".
From what I gather, he is trying to resurrect the Death Metal scene... I dunno.
Truth: This week, we were at the local HEB, mind you, we were at the classy HEB because it was the first of the month and all the foodstamp folks are crowding the westside HEB in hopes to load up on fajitas and menudo. (note: we use them too, but hate the lines)
This boy is screaming and raising a ruckus and a few eyebrows among the wealthy elderly that were already giving us "the look" for invading their HEB.
"What's up with you boy?" I asked in my most confused tone.
"I Want a Banana!!!" he screamed.
"I Want Juice!!!" he yelled.
"I Wanna Rock!!!" he hollered.
Listen, I am a pretty strict father and when I say jump, my sons jump...eventually after minutes of protesting because they are either too tired to jump or jumping is not the safest thing to do or they feel that as Americans, they have the right to Not jump if they so feel like it. Still, they do jump, while crying of course, but they do.
Being that strict father and listening to my second son scream and shout and protest, there was only one thing to do...
I gave him that damned banana...but I put the sticker on his forehead to show him who's the boss.
Fatherhood....what can you do?
An outgoing, sensitive, caring, loving 3-year-old was hit with a virus that took him into a world of seclusiveness and lathargy (is that a word?)
"Junior" (name changed to protect his identity) is not your ordinary 3-year-old. He's been playing guitar since he started to walk. He started playing drums right after. He helped his older brother learn the alphabet...(exaggeration)
He is awesome.
Right after his last tee-ball game of the season, "Junior" fell ill.
He had fever for a week.
He was quiet.
He was depressed, although he tried to play with his brothers, he was very sensative and withdrawn and cried for the most minute thing.
He was no longer that happy-go-lucky kid who recently was crowned "Duke of the Molina Day Care".
Finally, his pediatrician, Dr. Vzinjiiguipuguipugiii (something close to that) prescribed the magic formula that would bring back my son to normalcy....so I thought.
(Warning: The following events are far from the truth and a major exaggeration of what really went on but is used as an illustration to make a point of how difficult it has been these past few weeks with this boy.)
Sunday, May 24, Midnight:
While working on homework (playing King of the Ring on my PS2), I hear a low growling sound coming from my sons' bedroom. Upon inspection, I see "Junior" playing with his Lightning Macqueen car growling " I am Speed...KaPow!!!"
"Go to sleep, son" I say in my deepest daddy voice.
"I am Oager..." he replies.
"Mommy..." and I go to bed, not revealing anything to my wife.
Sunday, May 24, Noon:
Church was an event that words cannot describe.
so I won't.
Sunday, May 24, Bedtime:
"Junior" is running around growling the words to "Mary Had a Little Lamb".
From what I gather, he is trying to resurrect the Death Metal scene... I dunno.
Truth: This week, we were at the local HEB, mind you, we were at the classy HEB because it was the first of the month and all the foodstamp folks are crowding the westside HEB in hopes to load up on fajitas and menudo. (note: we use them too, but hate the lines)
This boy is screaming and raising a ruckus and a few eyebrows among the wealthy elderly that were already giving us "the look" for invading their HEB.
"What's up with you boy?" I asked in my most confused tone.
"I Want a Banana!!!" he screamed.
"I Want Juice!!!" he yelled.
"I Wanna Rock!!!" he hollered.
Listen, I am a pretty strict father and when I say jump, my sons jump...eventually after minutes of protesting because they are either too tired to jump or jumping is not the safest thing to do or they feel that as Americans, they have the right to Not jump if they so feel like it. Still, they do jump, while crying of course, but they do.
Being that strict father and listening to my second son scream and shout and protest, there was only one thing to do...
I gave him that damned banana...but I put the sticker on his forehead to show him who's the boss.
Fatherhood....what can you do?
Friday, May 29, 2009
What it's really about...
Summer session is in full swing and I'm pretty confident that I'll do alright in Government class.
I have an automatic study partner in my wife since we're taking this class together, although I'm starting to realize that her study habits are annoying and totally different than mine.
I'm the type that has to have chaos around me in order to focus. I have to move around...can't sit still...easily distracted, and if it's to quiet, I'm losing my mind. Another thing, I'm paranoid...call it gun shy if you will, but I cannot have people hoover over me like a vulture.
My wife hoovers. She likes contact. She has to be touching me all the time. I love her, but
IT DRIVES ME FRIGGIN NUTS!!!
I hate being touched. It feels like ants crawling inside my skin.
I've always been this way and cannot explain why, but that's the way it is...
So, needless to say, we study in different rooms in order to avoid arguing.
I'm not sure why I went into all of that, but I did.
So, Summer classes have started and we are getting closer to really focusing on getting our staff together during labs for our 75th anniversary edition of The Foghorn.
Excitement builds....
The managing editor (The Hammer) is doing an internship at the local newspaper, so I'm excited for her and the experience she will bring back to our staff.
Now, for what the title of this blog is, "What it's really about",
Somebody brought me a taco from Taqueria Alteño.
It was a potato, egg and bacon taco. (Papas, juevos con tocino) on a flour tortilla.
I was pretty happy about getting said taco, considering I just had an interesting conversation about what diabetics should not be eating. ( Potatos, eggs, bacon and flour tortillas are definite no-nos)
Needless to say, I was happy about it because, free food is always the best food, regardles if it is good for you or not. (Note: Krispy Kreame is giving away free donuts)
So I opened it up and lo-and-behold, the tortilla looked like it had been assaulted by Mike Tyson. (I realize the timing of the Tyson comment is a little bad considering his daughter just passed, but what other reference could I use: The tortilla looked like it's ear had just been bitten off.)
3/4 of the tortilla was intact and the other 1/4 had fallen off to the side.
The bacon was hanging off looking like it had swine flu; depressed and out of energy.
The potatos were pale.
The eggs were dry.
My excitement was drained...and I was left to ask myself, "Is free food really the best food?"
Yesterday, the college gave away free hot dogs. It was a very generous act of kindness from a school that really looks out for its students. They started at noon and ended at 4p.m.
At 5:00, I was walking out and told that there are still plenty of dogs left to take home.
I grabbed a few, because free is good, not thinking about potential consequence from eating food that has been sitting out for five hours.
Consequence came this morning...Immodium came right after.
So, what is it really about?
I don't know...
I'm just a college student trying to figure it out like the rest of the world...
BUT !!!
Somebody once said, if you want to be great at something, keep doing it.
Baseball players are not born great.
Football players are not born great.
Photographers are not born great.
Writers are not born great.
They all practice and fail and practice and fail and practice and fail until failure is no longer an option and they start getting good at it.
Then they keep practicing until they are great...but do they stop at greatness?
Nope, they just keep practicing.
Maybe, that's what it's all about...
Now if you can tie all that in with the free taco, then you are beyond great and can now stop practicing.
I have an automatic study partner in my wife since we're taking this class together, although I'm starting to realize that her study habits are annoying and totally different than mine.
I'm the type that has to have chaos around me in order to focus. I have to move around...can't sit still...easily distracted, and if it's to quiet, I'm losing my mind. Another thing, I'm paranoid...call it gun shy if you will, but I cannot have people hoover over me like a vulture.
My wife hoovers. She likes contact. She has to be touching me all the time. I love her, but
IT DRIVES ME FRIGGIN NUTS!!!
I hate being touched. It feels like ants crawling inside my skin.
I've always been this way and cannot explain why, but that's the way it is...
So, needless to say, we study in different rooms in order to avoid arguing.
I'm not sure why I went into all of that, but I did.
So, Summer classes have started and we are getting closer to really focusing on getting our staff together during labs for our 75th anniversary edition of The Foghorn.
Excitement builds....
The managing editor (The Hammer) is doing an internship at the local newspaper, so I'm excited for her and the experience she will bring back to our staff.
Now, for what the title of this blog is, "What it's really about",
Somebody brought me a taco from Taqueria Alteño.
It was a potato, egg and bacon taco. (Papas, juevos con tocino) on a flour tortilla.
I was pretty happy about getting said taco, considering I just had an interesting conversation about what diabetics should not be eating. ( Potatos, eggs, bacon and flour tortillas are definite no-nos)
Needless to say, I was happy about it because, free food is always the best food, regardles if it is good for you or not. (Note: Krispy Kreame is giving away free donuts)
So I opened it up and lo-and-behold, the tortilla looked like it had been assaulted by Mike Tyson. (I realize the timing of the Tyson comment is a little bad considering his daughter just passed, but what other reference could I use: The tortilla looked like it's ear had just been bitten off.)
3/4 of the tortilla was intact and the other 1/4 had fallen off to the side.
The bacon was hanging off looking like it had swine flu; depressed and out of energy.
The potatos were pale.
The eggs were dry.
My excitement was drained...and I was left to ask myself, "Is free food really the best food?"
Yesterday, the college gave away free hot dogs. It was a very generous act of kindness from a school that really looks out for its students. They started at noon and ended at 4p.m.
At 5:00, I was walking out and told that there are still plenty of dogs left to take home.
I grabbed a few, because free is good, not thinking about potential consequence from eating food that has been sitting out for five hours.
Consequence came this morning...Immodium came right after.
So, what is it really about?
I don't know...
I'm just a college student trying to figure it out like the rest of the world...
BUT !!!
Somebody once said, if you want to be great at something, keep doing it.
Baseball players are not born great.
Football players are not born great.
Photographers are not born great.
Writers are not born great.
They all practice and fail and practice and fail and practice and fail until failure is no longer an option and they start getting good at it.
Then they keep practicing until they are great...but do they stop at greatness?
Nope, they just keep practicing.
Maybe, that's what it's all about...
Now if you can tie all that in with the free taco, then you are beyond great and can now stop practicing.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Tuesday
Grades are in and my stress levels are low...
The big Mexican got a 4.0.
See, I do write poetry.
_____________________________________________
I was thinking about jury duty today.
I had to sit through this whole process of sitting and waiting and waiting and sitting until my name is called only to be told that I must call back the following day after 5 p.m. to find out if I have to go through the whole process over again.
You see alot of people in jury duty and as time went on, I started to realize that our small city is not as diverse as the normal city of 275,000.
Corpus sure has alot of Latinos, as well as Blacks and Anglos (forgive me for not being as PC as you would like, but this is an amatuer attempt at a blog with about as many readers as the Muslim version of Tiger Beat) but every other nationality was not very well represented in the jury selection process... I ASK WHY?
There was a blue haired lady and a long haired dude with spikes coming out of his face and a very prissy girl with a pink blouse, pink sandals, pink toenails and a pink cell phone all matching her pink...
wait for it...
lipstick. (what did you think I was going to say, pervert?)
The big Mexican got a 4.0.
See, I do write poetry.
_____________________________________________
I was thinking about jury duty today.
I had to sit through this whole process of sitting and waiting and waiting and sitting until my name is called only to be told that I must call back the following day after 5 p.m. to find out if I have to go through the whole process over again.
You see alot of people in jury duty and as time went on, I started to realize that our small city is not as diverse as the normal city of 275,000.
Corpus sure has alot of Latinos, as well as Blacks and Anglos (forgive me for not being as PC as you would like, but this is an amatuer attempt at a blog with about as many readers as the Muslim version of Tiger Beat) but every other nationality was not very well represented in the jury selection process... I ASK WHY?
There was a blue haired lady and a long haired dude with spikes coming out of his face and a very prissy girl with a pink blouse, pink sandals, pink toenails and a pink cell phone all matching her pink...
wait for it...
lipstick. (what did you think I was going to say, pervert?)
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