"You Bourgeoisie, Kettlebell-Swinging, Aftermathmatical, Rap-Music-Playing Hooligan"

I know a number of you have been wondering why I have not released any quality content to the blog for quite a long time. At least my roommates are wondering this; despite the fact that I have not written or posted in over a month, I still have more readership than one of them, and I remind him of this fact whenever he tells me that I’m doing something stupid (It’s all for the readership, Mr. Hubo Baggins). Ah the adventures of living at the Mag Mell, our house, rented to us by a pair of retired professors from NC State and named for a magical place in the Irish afterlife. This morning, the first morning of spring break, I had a truly trandcendental experience sitting out on the front porch. I cooked myself an omelette, brewed myself a pot of tea from the forty samples donated to the fam by Tea Time Tuesday, and sat outside at a table facing the street, with a climate change report from the World Resources Institute in my hand, NPR’s Morning Edition blasting through the windows, and chatting with Spencer about the climate adaptation scenarios of Rwanda over the past 10 years. I felt so… worldly. So… sophisticated. So Bourgeoisie.

I love it. Makes me feel better about staying in town for spring break to tie up loose ends.

Well, the reason that I haven’t been posting anything for the past month is because in a few short weeks, I have submitted my application for the Boren Scholarship to study in Indonesia for a year, started organization of my independent research study in sustainable design throughout Southeast Asia, been nominated and applied for a Udall Scholarship (students in environmental studies), gotten up to 365lbs on my deadlift and can now do 50 snatches in about 4 minutes with a 55lb kettlebell (Tim Ferriss’s record is 86 in 5 min, and by the end of the semester, I will be crushing him), unsuccessfully attempted to go training again and ended up finding some cool spots downtown where one can watch the rails, continued my work on the tracking collars that are going to significantly reduce expenses and risks associated with performing research studies on small mammals, become obsessed with the release of Dr. Dre’s new singles, have gotten into developing projects with my students for The Superstar Effect, and, in a surprise move, have pulled a head fake and begun the process of applying for a Rhodes Scholarship, which has been absorbing the majority of my attention.

I’m starting to realize just how important being able to tell your own story in a cohesive fashion is. Earlier this academic year, I had a talk with Josh Whiton about the role that the unconscious plays in a person’s life, often producing those serendipitous moments where you simply can’t imagine that your environment was generated by chance occurrence. We both had some experiences to relate in that regard, but the truth of the unconsciousness’s impact has only become a primary focus of my self exploration when I was prompted by those advising me on my Rhodes application to figure out my story, an obvious step, as the Rhodes is only a step to something greater, only a facilitation to a life purpose, and as much time as I had spent on figuring out a life purpose, I had never been prompted to put it all together into a story that made sense.

But it seems that I have hit on it. Between writing about how infrastructural development in Indonesia needed to be interfaced with materials solutions to meet the economic disparity needs that continue to drive the proliferation of radical propaganda, and writing about Morris Udall’s theme of a change in the mindset of America, growing up out of this oppression of conspicuous consumption that we have mired ourselves in, has been a clarifying point. This is why I was able to write frustrated as hell, in the middle of class, an essay that even inspired me when I finished it. This is why I was so happy that I was able to go 48 hours with an hour and a half of sleep. This is why, even if I don;t get the opportunity to be a part of any of these programs, I will still be ecstatic, because I have defined the “why”, the reason that I exist at all and the way by which I serve the world. It’s incredible to come to a point where you understand how everything that you have ever done fits together in a circular expansion of countless linear paths, constantly blending together to make beautiful art of life.

It’s late and I’m getting esoteric. Please to forgive.

But you should be excited. Direction, transition, creation, inspiration, responsibility; these are my new watchwords. I’m finally understanding what I have to create now. If you want to understand how this might feel, watch the music video to “I Need A Doctor”. Aside from the fact that Dr. Dre is slightly rediculous in his attempts to make product placement work for his brands (And he has been incredibly successful; “Beats” headphones by Dr. Dre are everywhere. I feel like I’ve been left out of society, just like when I refused to have an iPod in high school), this video is actually pretty inspiring. A man, encountering a shaking event, becoming supercritical of his own work, losing his motivation to publish and ship, finding it hard to make decisions and forgetting who he actually is; all relevant themes. But in the end, rap music set you on your toes again. Digg it.

See you soon.


5 March 2011 ·

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  1. oftheorchard posted this


In this blog, I will take you on an adventure of a shark-fighting shepherd, hell bent on living the simple life as he prepares for exploits across the globe.

You will laugh; you will cry. You might even give up eating bagels.


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