To Be Posterous

I HAZ A POSTEROUS.

Why? I've convinced myself that Posterous has a more motivational blogging atmosphere. What that means is, I'm probably talking out of my ass. But for some reason Posterous seems to provide what Xanga used to provide (back when I "Xanga'd" regularly) in terms of inspiration. That's not to say Blogger is lacking in comparison, just that at this point in my socially networked life I need a spark to get me all charged up again. So click on the screencap above and jump over for a look. I'm not abandoning Blogger altogether; rather, I'll be operating it under a different ambition that centers around *tries to swat away cliché cloud hovering overhead* ...style. You know, because NOBODY operates a fashion blog these days. Anyway, thanks for reading and stay tuned. ;D

To Be Hardheaded

This isn’t good. I injured my right wrist while snowboarding last night, and it’s slightly swollen, kinda sore, and inconsistently “clicky”… Meaning when I rotate my wrist in different random directions, it makes a faint clicking sound that can be felt more than it can be heard. I’ve got lacerations on the wrist bone, too; I’m guessing that’s either from sharp flakes of ice grinding up on my skin during the crash, or they came from my wrist bending at an angle it wasn’t supposed to.

The accident itself played out like one of the crash scenes from the recently wrapped 2010 Winter Olympic ski events. I took the ramp hard & fast—faster than I’ve ever taken a jump before; a careless mistake on my part—tucked in for some clean air, and stomped the landing. But that’s where things started to take a turn for the worse. I don’t know if it was a newly uncovered ice patch (since I had taken this same exact jump with no problem several continuous laps prior) or just my uncontrolled speed that sent me fishtailing, but fishtail I DID.

I tried to recover, but soon I found myself facing up the mountain toward the ramp I just cleared, my back to the resort below. Now I consider myself to be a fairly experienced snowboarder, but I just haven’t gotten around yet to learning how to board BACKWARDS. In a split second, my heel edge caught clumped snow and sent me flying backwards through the air. I immediately began to tumble violently down the slope, my arms flailing and my beanie & goggles launching into the sky. It felt as if I was doing backflips on the snow, not unlike the moment when the nose of your surfboard dips beneath the water and sends your body crashing & wheeling under the rolling force of the wave above and behind you.

To Be Patient

Today, I learned that patience leads to a task completed efficiently. Take it slow & do it perfectly. You're going to get there anyway—the finish line—so get that high score the first time through.

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To Be Prepared

I had a job interview this past Tuesday.

It went well.

Rewind to several hours earlier. My turkey and swiss sandwich from 7 Eleven's refrigerated deli section wasn't tasting as fresh as it looked before I forked over coin to appease my grumbling belly. Better to consume this 4-layered mediocrity now than to suffer embarrassingly loud stomach growls during the interview. It's dry. Good thing I've got this overpriced-for-as-long-as-I-can-remember Starbucks mocha frappuccino drink to wash it down, then. *plop* ← That's the sound of the bottlecap absolving pressure as I twist it counterclockwise. This'll surely keep me pepped and lively during the meeting, I think to myself as I guzzle down half the blend.

Fast-forward 12 seconds. "F#CK!" I glance at my newish analog wristwatch—mint, unweathered, chocolate brown leather bands surrounding a sleek dial with a fascia not unlike a seafarer's compass—while simultaneously fumbling for a nonexistent Kleenex tissue and realize I've only got 10 minutes before the human resources & recruitment manager dissects me like a frog. That leaves me with 5 minutes to do something about my mocha-speckled tie. At this point, the cartoon characters from The Land Before Time animated films would be jealous of my dinosaur skin-patterned neckwear. And Ruby the oviraptor was patterned. This is my nice, shiny blue tie too. The one that's supposed to grab attention better than a hurdler in the winter Olympics. I've got it all planned, you see? Wear the understated, UPS-palette brown dress shirt and waistcoat with khakis combo PAIRED with the creative flair of a blue necktie that pops and I've sold myself to the bidder as one balanced sunnuva bloke.

Well, there goes my pop.

To Be Resolute

It isn’t too late to make your New Year’s resolutions. As long as it’s still January, there’s still time. That means you have just about 4 days to get on the ball. Me? I made my list in the first week of January; I just haven’t thrown them on the net yet for everyone to copy and paste into their own agenda de résolutions. That said, here’s my proverbial slap-in-the-face just in time for those of you who promised yourselves you’d start working out, kept it up for 3 and a half weeks, but are now dropping the [medicine] ball and calling it quits when 2010 hasn’t even seen the February reveal. Shame on you.

Ken’s 2010 Resolutions:

1)  2010 > 2009. A better, richer, more EPIC year than the last.

2)  Improve my credit score.

3)  Become a better golfer.

4)  Make everyone around me on the court a better player. Literally & metaphorically.

5)  Land the JOB.


En garde, 2010!