Sunday, October 27, 2013

Don't Watch Movies

If you're one of those people who, like myself, find it difficult to follow the title of the post, have I got a movie for you.

It's not fair, that only in recent years have my writing skills become apparent, because had it happened earlier, I would have seen this movie earlier.

All of us here are writers, and good ones at that. We probably had some inspiration to write at some point or other, and just like that, our journeys began. This movie has given me pause on how I write, why I write, who I'm writing for and if I'm writing "properly."

This movie was reminiscent of Good Will Hunting, and after the movie, I discovered that not only was it the same director, but he was criticized by reviewers because of its similarity to the movie. Replace a math genius with a writing prodigy, change the scenery and voilĂ , Finding Forrester.

It was phenomenal. The trailer had me more excited about seeing the movie more so than any trailer I've ever seen.

I won't get into the details of the acting or any of that, but the storyline and specific lines by Forrester (Sean Connery), blew me away. Here are a few:

"No thinking - that comes later. You must write your first draft with your heart. You rewrite with your head. The first key to writing is... to write, not to think."

"Writers write things to give readers something to read."

"Why is it the words we write for ourselves...are always so much better than the words we write for others?"

This one I'm not sure about, but it's food for thought: "The object of a question is to obtain information that matters only to us."

As a writer, I'm constantly looking for inspiration for what to write about. But of course, there comes the question of how to write it. The content of the post usually speaks to me and asks to be written with a certain style of writing. Some sing poetry, some beg to be written informally, and others demand formality.

Do words "speak" to you? Do they insist on being written? Do they keep you awake at night, percolating in your head?

The answers to the questions are all yes for me. I don't think I could stop writing if I tried. I have drafts upon drafts and ideas upon ideas, waiting to be polished, finished, or written. But until I jot down at least a few words, they reside in my head, banging on my brain, demanding to be written.

Even when I didn't have the time write full-blown posts, I was scribbling (literally- my handwriting is atrocious) down thoughts. I can't not.

Anyway, I loved this movie, and if you ever get around to watching it or already have watched it, let me know what you thought.

PS. Don't watch movies.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Vitriolic Diatribe

You knew and so did he
Hidden, but for the world to see
Did you laugh? Tell others about me?

Now that I know, BH, I'm meant for another
My children, having you as their mother?
You're capable of such deceit... Shudder

The emotions you make me feel
That caused me to write this spiel
Letting it all out should help me heal

Cathartic this is, beyond that, G-d knows
I wish I'd confront you, but why expose
The betrayals that'd only cause more rows

English and poetry, I must say thank you
For this vitriol you let me aim at that shrew
Space for Rent, the happy kind, is long due

There are few healthy ways to express anger and disgust at the actions of others. When confronting them is not viable, and a one-on-one release is not going to happen, the anger simmers and boils. This poem has helped release some, if not all, of that disappointment, feeling of betrayal and anger from two people that I once called friends.

I know that this post may have revealed another flaw, but I'd prefer that you all know about my character flaws than keep my anger pent up inside of me.

"Space for Rent" is a reference to the following quote: Don't let negative and toxic people rent space in your head. Raise the rent and kick them out- Robert Tew

Tuesday, October 15, 2013


For those who haven't read the previous post, here it is. Stolen!!! It's not completely necessary for the story below, but it's quite helpful. (forgive the awkward link, but the color scheme I have makes it difficult to see.)

There is someone who cannot be named who I owe more than I could possibly pay back. 

The pizza shop guy. He had innocently given my Nexus 7 Tablet to someone who claimed to own it. There is no possible way he could have known that it wasn't his. 

When I stopped by this morning to ask him if he had it, not only did he immediately fess up, he immediately promised to do his utmost to do all he could to have it returned to me.

A quick Google search told me that (as of a study done in 2004) 6.7% of stolen electronic items are recovered. That's nothing, no?

I had given up. I mean, what. are. the. chances. It was gone.

Not only was it stolen, it was then sold! So we were no longer chasing down the guy who stole it, but the guy he had sold it to. 

Once I heard it was sold, I sighed, and tried to stop moping (I failed miserably in case you were wondering).

The pizza shop guy, however, never gave up. After after hour, as he pursued the case, he gave me updates and encouragement. I thought he was being naive and had all but dismissed his texts. My replies were injected with enthusiasm, hoping beyond hope that he actually could recover it.

He called me at 9:58pm. "Hi," I started, readying myself to hear the disappointing news. 

The perky "Hi!" in response was no indication as to the result of his hard work as he is a perpetually happy person.


"I have something for you."

*Unintelligible screaming, shouting and thank you's for 3 minutes.*

He got it back. He got it back. He got it back.

He beat the odds. Somehow. Someway. 

He took off virtually an entire day of work for my mistake.


Mi k'amcha Yisrael?


By a drug addict. Of all people. Sigh.

A Nexus 7 Tablet recently came into my possession.

A Nexus 7 Tablet recently left my possession.

I left it in a pizza shop. The owner asked who it belongs to, and a guy said it was his.

I have a picture of the guy on my phone. The owner sent it to me.

The owner told me he's a drug addict.

The guy looks like he's Jewish. Perhaps was once orthodox.

What would you do? Call the police? Or let it go?

Sunday, October 13, 2013


You are wont to complain 
About friendships that are not real 
"Why aren't they?" and "They should be" 
Is a common theme by you

I know the answer, so listen close 
Information given in confidence 
Is called a secret, NOT gossip 
Is a sign of friendship, TO BE treasured

You hand out my secrets 
You reveal those of others
My hand of friendship I withdraw
I tried to trust, I see you've failed

I was reluctant with telling you 
But I took the leap anyway 
Not for my sake, but for yours 
To be the friend you longed for

Fool me once, shame on you 
Fool me twice, shame on me 
With you though, I had a feeling 
So fool me once, shame on me

Suspicion confirmed, trust broken 
Are you happy now? 
Your momentary glory by now is gone 
With it, I bid you goodbye

You wonder why you're alone
Perhaps keep your mouth shut 
Do not share what isn't yours 
Keep to yourself, secrets of others

With my secret wittingly released 
Not knowing I would find out 
Broke my trust, broke my heart 
My offer you've insulted and stabbed

For revealing to you my secret 
For shame! is all I can say to myself 
Of you telling others of it 
I shake my head in sorrow

See what you have gained 
Examine what you've lost 
I hope you find it was worth it
It's too late to go back now

Friday, October 11, 2013

Class Complaints

Sitting in class with a professor who has a "thing" against me is one of the worst sorts of situations I can find myself in. As I type this, I'm thankfully being ignored by my professor.

It's a welcome reprieve after the way the class started. Without going into details, because I doubt I'll be able to finish this post before the hassling begins anew, but this professor has made it his mission that by the end of this semester, I'll be scarred for life from college.

This is rather unfortunate, as, if I had my way, I'd be in school for the rest of my life. For now though, uuuuughhh....

This professor is mind-boggling. He wants you to pay attention even when he's babbling about his grandchildren!!!! Now he's talking about his cell phone. Oh, now he's talking about seltzer.

Now we get to hear about his in-laws.

"Ok, I don't want to talk about this anymore," says the professor. Ten seconds later, back to that exact topic.

Now back to the seltzer!!!!!

Help me, G-d!

Update: For the first time in my life (who counts high school?), I've been thrown out of class. I asked, and I received. After an hour of abuse and listening to nothingness, I got up to leave half an hour before class ended. The professor made another stupid remark, and we got into a shouting match. Naturally, as the professor, he "won" hands down- having the power to throw a student from his class will do that. But I got my points in, and got major street cred while I was at it.


Sunday, October 6, 2013

Be Relevant!

Ready for a rant?

There are posts that I've written that have received no comments. There are posts I've written that have received many comments. I'm fine with both. As a blogger, it's obvious which one I prefer, but I'm not going to drive myself crazy trying to write a post that will garner comments- that is hardly the point of this blog.

What does annoy me is when I get a comment that's completely irrelevant to the post. When people harp on a typo, a fact that hardly has anything to do with the post or anything of the sort, all it does is take away from the message I'm driving at or the idea I'm trying to impart.

A number of posts I've written have received comments such as that. If all you take away from a post about 9/11 is that I said 9/11 happened 22 years ago instead of 11, thank you, but please stop reading my blog. I'd like to believe that the message was significant enough that a mistake such as that would be overlooked, or at least emailed me to me rather than posted as a comment with no accompanying message on the content itself.

I write almost all of my posts completely on my phone, quickly. I try and review my posts for mistakes like that, but they get in. Please, do not comment on my posts if all you're going to comment about is a completely irrelevant point that has nothing to do with the main message of my post. Typos, tiny factual errors, grammar mistakes, etc. I'm really big into these things, so if you find one, please email me. But don't insult me or the message of my post by commenting on something like that when there are a lot more useful ways for you to contribute to my blog.


Thursday, October 3, 2013

Awesome Feeling

There are many things that make me feel happy. Little things, many of them. Tonight, there was something big that made me feel awesome. Like, totally awesome. Really really really happy.

A few weeks ago a client requested something from my company in a project. Employees of the company told them again and again that it's not possible. Phone calls were made, meetings were held, Google was searched, etc. etc. etc., nothing doing.

My coworkers are trying to get me involved in this project that's being going on for a while, and I'm doing everything I can to not be involved. Not because I have anything against the clients,  but because I have so much work to do, adding more work is not going to be good... for any of my clients.

So my coworker called me up tonight and asked me to meet with the clients to discuss with them all sorts of things and explain to them, why what they wanted... Can't. Be. Done

I agreed to the meeting, and then offered an off-the-cuff solution to what they wanted. 30 seconds on Google confirmed it would be exactly what they want. . My coworker has some major backpedaling to do, but a solution has been found!

I'm happy, and more importantly, our clients are happy.

Awesome Feeling :-)