Presidential Sleeper Hold

I'm heading to Washington in a few days for the inauguration and it is going to be exciting. It is estimated that over 2m people will descend upon our capital to witness Barack's first moments as POTUS.

The nation, if not the world, holds with bated breath. In these steadily deteriorating times Barack Obama represents the hope and optimism of the American spirit. His story, in itself, is history. No matter left, right, center or apathetic, we all need to come together to solve the complex issues facing us today. Barack and his ideas may not always be the rights ones. But his process is. Inclusion, soft power, moderation, and pragmatism must rule the day.

It is in this spirit which I seek to celebrate history, and I hope the rest of you will too. Whether it is in Arizona, Philadelphia, Vietnam, or anywhere in between, this is an exciting time for ourselves and our world. Our challenges has brought us this shining opportunity. Let us seize it by the throat.

Standing Water

It is interesting the paths which we travel. So often we profess that our friends and family are how we measure our wealth, yet we leave them for our jobs, education, growth, and ultimately, our sanity.

I don't know how to explain it, but it makes sense. As much as friends and family means, living life is more than sitting around a campfire and singing songs with them. It is our own personal growth, forging ourselves from depth of challenges. In the past few years I do not think that I have stayed in any one place more than six months at a time. This nomadic lifestyle is chaotic. But it is also exactly what I need. There is always change, and there is always challenge. Nothing bothers me more than to become stagnant.

In the coming months I will be going through OCR (On-Campus Recruiting). Hopefully, it will only help me grow.

Morning After Pills

The early light peeks in through the windowsill, creeping up on my consciousness. There is a vague sense of being overheated. The dull thud of a coming headache plods slowly along, steady as a train. That daily dose of morning disorientation sits in and the cogs in my brain begin to turn, creaking ever so loudly. The warm comforter hugs me back into the world, my bed landing me back into reality. Rust and dirt cake off the thoughts in my mind.

What I do recall is enjoying seeing 2008 off. It is too bad the welcome to 2009 must be inversely correlated. As with all nights out, you only really pay the morning after. Nothing two Tylenol couldn't cure.