Here’s to the crazy one

Steve Jobs had a personal goal to “make a dent in the universe” and he certainly did just that.  His drive, vision, care and attitudes shaped the way we live our lives and interact with our computers, music and even each other in this modern age.  He was someone to whom I looked for inspiration as well a glimpse of what our future may hold.  He seemed to possess the uncanny ability to peek into the realm of possibility and bring back to the rest of us – though his hard work and collaboration – gems of innovation and delight.

To me he will forever be the ultimate “crazy one”.

Greener Pastures

I tried Effexor last month at the suggestion of my medical professional as something which may augment my current daily dose of crazy pills.  It was pretty much the worst thing ever.  I trust him and he made the recommendation in good faith.  Thats just how things go.  But one of the side effects of messing with these kinds of things is the extreme changes in mood and perspective which can happen.  My mood and state of mind were significantly thrown out of whack until I managed to wean off of it.

This experience triggered a lot of thoughts about the meaning of life and things in general.  Though I realize the answer is 42, there is a lot intermediate work needed between where I am and the answer.  One of those things was and whether there are greater opportunities to meet guys with “normal” baggage outside of Utah.  I realize that all humans have baggage, but Utah gays seem to have full sets of Louis Vuitton, complete with hat box, full to to bursting with Mormon issues.  Unresolved issues over the LDS church (or any other religion) is as unattractive to me as bad teeth or bigotry.

I met a very interesting guy on a social networking “app” on my iPhone a while back (hi G!) and my interactions with him have indicated that there is at least one very awesome guy outside of Utah.  He is from Vancouver, so maybe that just stands to reason as Canadians are awesome in general.  My conversations with him confirm the fact that yes, guys outside of Utah have issues of their own but these issues are not Mormon issues.

All of this is moot, really, as I am a homeowner and have a great job here in Utah.  But I can’t help but wonder what might be out there and what exploring those possibilities is worth to me.

Realization

I just fully grasped the concept that I’m loosely perched on the surface of a massive rock sliding around the gravity well of an enormous ball of fusing gasses. I have known this on an intellectual level, but haven’t ever really felt it in a deeper, personal context.

I suddenly feel so very small and slightly more vulnerable in the context of the universe. Not that that is a bad thing, it’s just the truth of how things are.

It’s May

In just a couple days I will have been out of the closet for five years. Five whole years. I’m sorry, but I honestly think that the NIST and the global scientific community have pulled one over on us. Obviously, what we consider to be the last five years on the calendar are actually ten years total. It’s the only obvious and logical explanation for what has happened. My life has changed dramatically (I know I keep saying that, but it bears repeating) in the last “five” years.

In many ways I feel strongly that I have two birthdays. I have my chronological birthday which counts the number of years I’ve been alive. I also have my gay birthday which counts the number of years I have been truly alive.  I think there is a very, very significant difference between the two states.  Before I came out I lived and grew and did a lot of faffing about.  After I came out I had new eyes and built a dramatically different understanding of the world around me  and began to conceptualize who it is I want to be and take action on that.  I became a whole person in the days and weeks following my self-outing and I can’t begin to fathom what life would be like now without that.

A year ago I began a series of posts talking about the process of me coming out.  After a very short period of time I encountered a number of difficulties which I outlined here and stopped writing.  I’m at a point where I think I can pick up on this again.  I am at a point where I have more solid footing and I can write more earnestly about what happened, now five years past.

I’m working on making more time for my writing as well as other hobbies such as photography.  I’ve always loved photography, but haven’t had equipment or drive to do anything about it.  I’ve addressed the equipment side of things.  I have a lovely Canon EOS 20D and hopefully as of tomorrow a fully functional iMac from the latest range.  I just have to get my ass in gear and go.

So there you have it.  It’s May.  It’s spring.  This is my month and it’s time to get up and go.

Me vs. Facebook

I’ve written no less than three separate draft posts about why I dislike Facebook which I haven’t been pleased with at all.  (Both Facebook and the draft posts.)  I have had a lot of complaints about the applications and flash bull crap they keep letting in to make the site more sticky.  I have been very displeased with their privacy policies as of late.  I have disliked how certain types of conversation and exchanges people share on their public “walls” are now de rigueur when they would have been deemed tacky just a couple years ago.  I was fleshing out all these very vitriolic tirades about how Facebook is so awful and how people use it is awful and the tragic awfulness of it all.

But more than anything I realized that the biggest issues I have had with Facebook were caused by the ways I was choosing to use it.  It just wasn’t working for me.  I would self-plagiarize and waste material I would have otherwise spun into posts here to create one-liner status updates dedicated to getting responses.  I was allowing myself to become engrossed in the ebb and flow of the updates and posts by my contacts that I was losing track of my own personal communication and life.  I realized I was the defective one in the “relationship”. (Boy, isn’t that always the case!)

I was referred to an interesting article from TIME about, of all things, reality TV by, of all people, Santino Rice on Twitter which I found very interesting:

And the personality becomes the persona. Every time you sign up for a new social-networking service, you make decisions about, literally, who you want to be. You package yourself — choose an avatar, pick a name, state your status — not unlike a storyteller creating a character or a publicist positioning a client. You can be professional on LinkedIn, flippant on Facebook and epigrammatic on Twitter. What’s more, each of these representations can be very different and yet entirely authentic. Like a reality producer in a video bay, you edit yourself to fit the context.

It’s so true and I have to confront the fact that I’m a control freak!  I didn’t like the level of control Facebook was giving me to portray the person I feel I am.  I like to have the ability to pick and choose what I tell people dynamically and not have it expressed through automated scripts or online communal behavior.  This is something we do naturally in the course of a personal conversation.  My hangup is that what happens naturally face to face, melts away in the new world of social networking with these larger “whole life” sites like Facebook.

I had been recently contemplating the decline in my usage of text messaging over the last year.  I used to send and receive in the neighborhood of 6,000 text messages a month.  That number has fallen by two thirds.  I used to very directly communicate with the people who I consider important in my life and have been getting lazy by just browsing status updates and had lost a true dialogue with them.  I need to re-kindle that level of communication with the people I care about.  It takes more effort, but it is worth it.

So is Facebook the evil and awful thing I was unsuccessfully writing about previously?  Yes and no.  They have made choices to strip away layers of privacy, which infuriates me.  However, in light of the Google Buzz debacle, Facebook really aren’t so bad in a lot of ways.  Google, please re-read your own tenets of privacy and kill Buzz.  I have realized that the real problem was the fact that I was having issues with everything.  Facebook may be the facilitator for a lot of those issues, but I was the only one who was being affected, so therefore it was my problem.  It took a small ah-ha moment for me to realize I had the ability to choose to not participate and I’m really okay with that.  Even if all the cool kids are doing it.  And their moms.