Capping Success and Failure or Failure and Success

What ever order you put it in does not really matter to me, but it might make a difference to you... Do what you wish here, though I might care about other choices you make, this is not one of them... Yet.

(Thank you... for giving me this therapeutic treatment, it is most wonderful)

Some of you know what I think about this, but I thought I put it onto paper, in a way of speaking.  (now the real question I've been asking myself, is why there has not been more gibberish in these most recent posts?)

Any of the Hows (a nice spin on a classic) anyway, onto the subject of Hand.  When the chance of failure is limited so is the point of success.  Now the ration that is is true will differ from product to product and idea to idea but the point is that a ratio exists in almost every case that I can think of (mind you at this time of night, I cannot think of many scenarios).  This is to say, in most every circumstance there is a limit of failure, or with most products there are jobs that the user just does not have to do.  Example a Keurig limits failure for the user, the only failure is in buying the wrong packet based on preference.  This is nice, simple and easy, it does most everything for you, taking you and what every coffee making handicaps out of the question. (You'll just have to trust me, no offense was made by that statement, it just seemed like the easiest way to say what I meant... if you have problems trusting me, take it up with me, or somebody who will inform me, and maybe I'll print an apology next time... Whatever).  The point is this, sure you cannot mess up, but neither can you have a great success.  However, if you use the included slightly less user friendly do it yourself pod, you increase the level of success while opening yourself up for greater failure.

This is not an unique idea, for it is only with great risk that one can have great reward.  However with the world becoming more and more simplistic for the every day man, I want to remind people of art and specialization.  When there are so many simple ways to do things that almost seem as incredible as what use to be considered art or a job taking great skill.  I want to encourage people to encourage people to pursue their gifts to become something great in their own way.  Put the time and the effort into doing what you are good at and do not take the short cuts and the easy ways out, because, effort can pay off... even if it does not on the market, it does when at the end of the day you know you did the best that you could, and you did so with the risk of failing.  Succeeding despite the risk, can be an incredible thing, and though the world seems to be forgetting that, I ultimately don't want to. 

PS. That felt really good, though it is quite idealistic I find it

 is easier to entertain idealistic fantasies late at night, 

sorry for all those realists reading this... But not really, 

I think I could use a bit more idealism, at least at times.

 

Stranger Buffer

This is a thing... or it will be... (I was called a trend setter today, so I'm going to test a theory).

So before you start using this idea, I better explain just what it is, because that just might be awkward to start a trend and have it be different for all the users and appliers of that trend... Kind of like a hipster (shudder).

The Stranger Buffer is the proverbial distance between people that allows them to reveal some things about themselves that seem personal.  For instance if I knew that nobody I knew read this, then I could explain and express all sorts of feelings, but since I know some of the readers (most of the readers) I do not want any weird conversations to arise from what I post.  The same thing can happen when you run into somebody on the street and end up telling them something you would not tell an "acquaintance" (referring to a friend you would talk to, but not much past small talk).  So as a stranger becomes somebody that you would add to Facebook, what they are doing is wearing down that buffer.  Or you are letting them in so to speak and it are the people that have just entered into the friend stage that you want to pick up gossip about you the least.  Not that you would not want to tell them anything face to face but you would not want people sharing secrets about you with them, more than a stranger or an equally close friend.  However as they move from acquaintance to close friend they start to build a relationship that allows for personal depth and sharing.

Any who... I don't have all night... or a whole book to type, so I think I'm going to leave it there.  This is going to be huge... possibly... (after all I really thought that two parts one post thing would put me on the blogging map, but it didn't)  However this time I'm going to share the link on Facebook... maybe... we'll see

PS. If you just came to this post through Facebook, you are what

I would call a success... that, or your mouse abilities are lacking

PPS. This is to make up for some missed Post Scripts, but also to

let you know mouse skills refers to your ability to point and click

Certainty

    If there is something I long for it is certainty.  Certainty as to what am I supposed to be doing, what I will be doing, what God wants me to do.  Though I know some things for certain, it typically is not enough because there is so much that I do not know.  However there seems to be a grand contradiction for my desires to face, Certainty is frightening.

    In this North American mindset that I reside it is awfully scary to imagine that I would have no control of what is going to happen.  (Maybe this expands further than that, but I cannot speak for other places in the world) In Canada and United States it seems to be emphasized that we are own people, regardless of the fact that so little of life is made up of choices that we make.  For instance I don't know a single person who chose the setting in which they would be born, IE parents, country, family, etc.  So this all being said, why does certainty scare us, why is so frightening to think that we cannot change what we know is coming.  Maybe because it is not true certainty, because certainty especially for the future is more or less impossible to know. Yet the knowledge of inevitable death is typically taken with a lot of peace with the realization that nothing can be done to stop it. So is it the certainty that scares us or the feeling that we might mess something up or actually be able to stop something bad from happening if we really tried?

    When somebody tells us that it is certain it frees us up, for instance look at arranged marriages.  These people seem perfectly content with their spouse because emotion and gut reaction is left out of the equation. Yet I do not know the feelings they go through before they get married, like will they learn to love this person.  Maybe all this fear does not steam from certainty but the lack there of knowing certainty, because one cannot simply know for certain.  All the evidence in the world cannot make anything certain.  Certainty can only be accepted, like the certainty of the end of this life as I know it.  As a part of this we naturally feel doubt, like doubt about God as certainty is so foreign and impossible at least seemingly.

    Maybe really certainty is what we choose to be certain, and what we choose to believe as certain regardless of what can be proven.  I choose to believe and I feel as if I know that when I die I am destined for heaven, by the grace of God that I received.  Can I prove it, not a chance, but I feel as I can know it all the same.  What if I just believe things to be certain, that would not help either.  So I continue to long to know all that will happen, knowing that if I would now everything that would happen there would be no point to living, and would be better off just watching my life for entertainment value.  Maybe it is good to be dissatisfied, maybe it is worth not knowing.  In all honesty I just do not know, and that is all I can say.

Ah.... no (shakes head in disappointment)

I just totally wrote a post that took a lot of my Chest.  It almost made grammatical sense even.  Basically it consisted of my reasoning for blogging in general, furthermore why I chose and always chose to write more gibberish than anything.  If the topic of my reasoning interests you I'd suggest asking me personally and I might tell you, I will avoid the very thing I aim to avoid with every post that I write.

That's enough seriousness for one post, and now on to chase a fox and do more beating around a bush that would not survive if beat directly.

Ever get the sense of something being off.  Like just not right (hence the use of the word off).  Ya... I don't know where I am going with this.  I spent a lot of thought into this post previously and mentally it is getting quite lengthy.  So here's the deal... I'll be honest with you, This post was not primarily for you, and because of that you'll probably feel unsatisfied with it.  This post really aloud me to vent and it was quite therapeutic, as are most of my posts, yet I typically don't write two for the price of one.  Or rather I don't write one with the work for two.

That all being said, I simply don't think I can take this to any further logical conclusion but do not panic your peripheral senses didn't mislead you, and I could never betray you to the point of hardly giving you a worthwhile post as well as removing the PS.  (so without any further a due. (due what, I don't really know why it's spelled like this, spell check just gave it to me and as naively as a child receiving candy I just went with it) 

PS. I just have to say,  as old as it gets, I don't know it it will ever change.

Explain? Ah.... no (see what I did there)

Does a title even matter

So I was tempted to interact with the title of this post and make it seem awfully ironic that the one time it seems to not matter I actually relate the post to the title...  Then I was like... nah I don't have to do that (dang).

So moving on to less important things this being what I just deleted from my post to begin with.  This is something I would like to call self realization.  I realize as irrelevant my titles are, they play a key role in what is my blog.  Eh? readers question my titles (or they might not) because they don't relate but yet no matter how obscure it is integral because the obscurity helps with the beauty of it all.


This all being blandly plopped down onto the pallet of your mind I give you this as a peace offering, reaching a proverbial quota so to speak.  (proverbial not as fake but more like made up by me and not applicable except when it suits me best) Any who... Wow this wasn't much... for you intellectuals out there I apologize, however I'm not sure if I ever write to intellectuals.

Another note of self realization, I don't write as much to be read but I write to write for it is here that I find a (notice singularity) happy place.  However it is my dream to one day run into somebody who I don't know but happened to be a faithful reader and have them say "what... your that one guy that writes about nothing on the Internet? I love your blog"  and once this moment happens my craving for fame will be satisfied... at least maybe?
 

Project ZED

Forget that noise... I got all caught up letting you guys in on my best laid plans... But we all know how that turns out.  So back to the drawing board of my mind.

... Nope nothing yet, well I'll tease you with this for now until I edit this post and re post it... I know weird concept but it's going to work out yet... Till soon... and if you don't read this teaser post and just get to the blog by the time the full post is up, I apologize profusely...  Know I'm tempted to type on that tangent "I live on tangents, they are my bread" (Jake Sidewall).  Slowly I'll push this post until I'll have to edit out the part about this being a teaser, so I'll leave it for now because I haven't heard of something so ridiculous till now and I really think it could put me on the blogging map.

If your reading this right now, I'll apologize because the fact that you missed the time of marinating while you wait for the sequel to the original.  So this just might not have as much flavor in the mouth of the mind.  Fortunately for me this tastes great... I mean what blog post of this insignificant length has ever arrived to the public in two separate parts while still being the same post... (to avoid the common Mind = Blown, as I'm in the habit of avoiding such popularity I will just avoid the topic all together).

Sometimes you just have to ask for an extra scoop of avoidance

Since I'm in the mood for weird and possibly deep sayings here's a last one "Patients is the marinade of life" I put up quotation marks so you can feel free to use it as it is mine.

Lest it all changes

I cannot believe what's been happening to me.  Looking back on my recent posts I realized that I actually put up stuff that is not gibberish and contained real opinions.  So I figuratively slapped myself in the face and started typing who knows what instantly in an attempt to combat this slippery slop of ligitness (Note: Ligitness is a new word referring to a state a person finds themselves that mainly includes being severely ligit. Eg: I have found myself to be in a place of ligitness).

I can feel the momentum slowing already... This brings a sigh of relief to my wearied mind, now that I'm back to wasting your time I'll ask that you take a literal minute break from reading.  If you just kept going on with reading without pausing, I'd understand but if you did take a break, all I can say is I'm impressed at your commitment.  Plus it means I can write a whole minute less of material because you wasted that minute all on your own... So if you didn't pause, I guess you'll miss out on that minute of time that you could have easily wasted, but a las.

I simply cannot waste your time properly without having a significant post script

so here it is.... and just after typing that

I ran out of ideas.  So if you missed out on

the previous minute break I guess

this is what I call a second chance. 

(FYI I'm just asking that you waste one literal minute). 

So... I'm back?

Back where you ask, well that doesn't have to be a difficult question to answer especially if you actually read a post of mine or two posts.  However if you are still in the dark about where I have returned to the simple answer is SBC and to uncomplicate this for those of you who don't know this acronym it stands for Steinbach Bible College.  (and if that answer disappoints you I'm sure you would be able to come up with a different one, like Sand Bear Cleaning)

But that's enough time talking about your intelligence, after all this isn't a blog about you... but after saying something like that one just cannot help but go and say something like this... Your so vain I bet you think this blog is about you don't you.

So back to the reason that I write these words down and in this instance it happens to be about returning to school.  This would be my third and finale year at SBC... I know, craziness.   Just imagine this young blogger in one short year will finally have to decide what he wants to do with his life instead of postponing it by going to college.  (I don't know about other colleges, but as far as Bible College is concerned it is like asking life to hold back adulthood as you go about growing up... Weird Science)

So the jest of this story is, Life, if your listening, I'm coming for you, if I'm ready or not, just have to wait another 8 months.  To tell the truth currently I'm leaning towards the not, but who knows I guess a lot can change in order to make me ready, but hey... That's Life

PS. I thought it would be cooler to end this single solitary post without a  P.... 

Dang it.... oh well, I'll leave it for another time... till then, enjoy tradition

keurig

I'm not sure if I have expressed my enjoyment of Coffee on this blog before and that being said, I'm not sure if I have to say a whole lot more than that for you that read my title and know what I'm talking about... But you know me, I have to get in my two sense.

For those of you that are not quite as up on the trends when it comes to coffee making, a Keurig is a machine that uses individually made pods, to produce a cope of coffee.  These pods come in all shapes and sizes, well not really, they are all the same size and shape but made by different companies in all flavors.

So to make a short post even shorter, where I'm staying this summer they have one as the main coffee maker and I don't want to be negative because this isn't a "bad" thing.  I just happen to be a "Coffee Snob" and when a machine gets to make most of the choices in how my coffee's made I get a little frustrated.  So after a couple of weeks with this machine we finally had the long anticipate falling out.

Does this mean that he doesn't make my coffee in the morning anymore, by no means no, because it's not like he makes "bad" coffee, it's always fresh and that's the main thing.  What it does mean is this, we end up picking at each other and each other's flaws, it sounds weird I know but somebody has to tell him where he belongs, especially when all anybody does is praise him for his ability to make coffee.  All I can say is Dang Keurig... Enough said

PS. I wrote this whole post while staring at him

making sure he knows what I'm saying 

Ahhhhh... my happy place

I don't know quite what is about writing these posts, but they must draw out enough creativity that it feels good, or maybe it is just a way to get my thoughts out without talking to myself to the point of insanity.  Whatever it is about blogging (never mind the lack of content) it seems to be relaxing and comforting... So don't worry I won't be stopping anytime soon (even though there is only one guy that I don't know reading this that ends up wiping his for head and sighs in relief (and don't take that as an offense if your a stranger too me, because your amongst my favorite people to write too) ).  Any who... back to the import things in life, I actually have a story for you guys (weird, right).

    So... last week Friday, my boss told me that no work was lined up and then he presented me with a proposition... "Seattle?"

   Then before I know it (actually I had a whole day's trip to catch on to the fact that we were going places) we find ourselves in Vancouver, only 36 hours after hearing about the suggestion, and 24 of those hours were driving.  So we spend most of Sunday in Vancouver doing all sorts of things but by the time evening rolled around we were on our way to Seattle arriving in a town not far out of the city we decide we wouldn't stay up all night and we crashed in a hotel after searching tirelessly for a campsite. (I know a little extensive for a blogger like me but hold in there... regardless of the fact that this isn't funny).

To shorten things up Seattle the next day, Supper in Portland the following day and Wednesday we were back in Seattle for a day of activities. Then we were on the road back home, and we did not make it far before we bunked down for another night resulting in a long drive back to Grand Cache Alberta, where we arrived at 2 am getting a quick nap before heading off for white water rafting down the Kakwa and part of the Smoky river, and finally after two days of rafting we spent the following Sunday driving another 5 hours from Grand Prairie and arriving back in La Crete in time for soccer.

PS.  Now don't go around thinking I am always this busy or interesting, after all

then I think I would have a whole lot more interesting things to write about on

a monthly basis rather all the nothing that I spout off...

PPS... have no worries the nothingness will be back next time... just in case you missed it 

I know I know... FAIL

True, I am failing, as much as I hate the use of that word, and I think it is over used in popular culture these days, but I am failing.  However I do have reasons for not posting a video blog, (aka vlog) but to save you from that I decided not to write them down... but to summarize (and yes I am lying a bit but bare with me) I will have to buy my own camera and not rely on borrowing somebody else's and that is all to say that I will eventually do up some vlogs, depending on the response.  I just couldn't stand not writing to you guys.

To keep myself sane, I just have to blog, so I'll blog on... Even if there is no other point to this but to stay sane I'll have to keep finding new ways to say nothing.  Any Who...


So if your not aware, I have moved to Alberta for the summer, and for those of you who don't know me, I'm sure you think I am being silly for saying if your not aware because there is no possible way that you could know and that is why I'm telling you but most of my readers do know me thus it makes sense, my apologies to those out of the loop (oh how I missed you run on sentance... ,typo... (I left the red underline on purpose) and brackets.  I just don't know how I survived without you for so long)

To be honest I really think I nailed this post regardless of disappointing you, my precious readers.  That is by the way the reason I haven't written in so long, I couldn't quite face you guys, that is until I realized that going without blogging was even harder than facing you guys.

PS. (I missed you too, please don't think

I forgot about you, you'll always

be my favorite part of blogging)

If you just read that last sentance

I hope you realize you just read my

very special message especially

intended for PS, and if you didn't

understand what I am talking about

you either haven't read enough of my posts

or you don't understand me well enough to

understand me and my interesting

ways of thinking.

Once again this slacker comes back with pure gold

Yes I am a slacker, it`s been over a month since my last post, and I understand how hard is it to write this down, I mean seriously could I do one a week.  Your right I could but then I would have to write down meaningful stuff.  Most people just do not realize how hard it is to write about nothing time after time and in all sorts of ways.  I mean you`d think after having a blog for 2 years and writing a post every month at least you would think that I would run out of ways to say nothing.  However today I have something to say, if you cross out the first couple sentences it won`t all be useless.

So here`s the scoop, I have been thinking a lot about my blog and I realize what makes it funny is the fact that I write in a fashion that I try to let you here me speak just by reading me words. However I would like to think this is the case when I write but I realized people just might not read it the same way.  So I thought to myself, how could I get people to actually get the full experience of my blog and what I feel like I am trying to accomplish with it.  Well said my brain I could do some vlogs and this might take some work, and I personally would like some encouragement to pursue this endeavor from people that read this blog and don`t speak to me directly.  However I just don`t think that is quite possible that is to say I have never received a strangers comment.  So I decided that with or without your encouragement I will attempt this.

How did this all come about you may ask well quite simply I decided that though I cannot seem to preform in front of others I seem to be moderatly funny when I cannot see the audience staring back at me, like with this blog.  For instance as I drove by myself I started to make up some pretty funny material and thought that maybe just maybe this could be possible.  So the plan would be to put up my stuff onto you tube and post links on my blog.  That all being said, if you have words of wisdom and are not able to tell me face to face please share them as a comment, or a thought at the bottom.

ps. I know that there are people out there

reading this thing that are not personally friends

of mine as a matter of fact I believe they

are total strangers but if 

you are one of those people I still

would like to know what you think.