starving for substance

Cover Letter

Posted in Uncategorized by starvingsteve on November 29, 2010

This is my current cover letter. I love it.

To whom it may concern,

If you are a real human being, I would greatly appreciate a response. Yes, this is unprofessional, but it’s equally unprofessional to never contact someone in person that has applied to multiple positions in your company. So please remove the façade and give me some straight answers please.

My finest regards,

Stephen Ok

P.S. If I sound irked, allow me the chance at an interview to correct any perceived wrongs.

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The numbers translate into “dear computer program, please tell your human masters to hire me. thanks!”



Posted in Uncategorized by starvingsteve on November 28, 2010

Caught the tail end of ESPN’s 30 for 30 on Marcus Dupree. Never heard of the guy till I saw it but he was some crazy good football player with a tragically cut short career.

At the end they found some clips of him playing back in high school. Watching him watch himself and what could have been was heart wrenching. The look on his face.

What happens to a dream deferred?

Do they all just eventually explode?

Posted in Uncategorized by starvingsteve on November 23, 2010

a thousand times i’ve failed
still your mercy remains
and should i stumble again
i’m caught in your grace



Posted in Uncategorized by starvingsteve on November 17, 2010

I think I understand why so many of the hotshot entrepreneurs of our day find no use for God. I’ve read the stories and listened to what they went through in their struggle to create their organizations. With all the effort involved, they believe that their success lies solely in their own abilities.

And honestly, why wouldn’t they think otherwise?



Posted in Uncategorized by starvingsteve on November 16, 2010

I feel like I’ve finally given myself permission to stop bashing my head into a wall.

Now I can just wait for it to open.


Standing on the Edge

Posted in Uncategorized by starvingsteve on November 15, 2010

Ready to take the plunge.

Thoughts hold me back.

I might just fall in.

This is not a haiku.



Posted in Uncategorized by starvingsteve on November 12, 2010

But the fact that still remains is I want to know.

What lawyer studies for the bar exam with no intention to use it?

I don’t believe in back up plans, safety nets, job security, or retirement funds.

I didn’t go to school for the purpose of adding three letters to the end of my name.

The worst feeling is putting aside things I want to learn about, love learning about just to study things I don’t care about.

I can’t wait for November 27th.


God Bless America

Posted in Uncategorized by starvingsteve on November 11, 2010

After a few articles I’ve seen lately, I propose a fourth type of irony: tragic irony.

A comment that stuck out:

Thank God I’ll never have to know what it’s like to be an immigrant. Imagine growing up in some backwards s— a– country. Clawing and hustling just to get here, to a civilized safe place. Can you imagine being persecuted for your religion or your politics? What would it be like to see your family wrecked and life ruined by an accident to birth? Born on the wrong side of a boarder [sic].

But because I’ll never be an immigrant I’ll never know what it’s really like to really be an American. I’ll never know life without freedom. I’ll never know famine, or war. It’s easy to feel entitled to it, especially if, like me, you are old and white. Only an immigrant can know the feeling of relief in becoming an American citizen. What must it be like to feel yoke of oppression lifted.

I wish I could make this stupid cop and his kid understand. They should be stripped of their citizenship and tossed into some third world hell hole. Come back if you can a–hole. Something tells me they couldn’t find it in themselves to do it and they’d die in the dirt.

(emphasis and editing are my own)

As much as I complain, it’s always a good reminder for me to remember that I’ll never really know.

What a country… =/



Posted in Uncategorized by starvingsteve on November 11, 2010

Sometimes, you don’t need to know why. Your constant questioning and resistance is counterproductive.

Currently, I don’t know why. It’s an effort in futility. The horse is beaten beyond recognition.

Even at the end, I will have attained something I do not value nor plan to use.

The journey is useful but can also be learned somewhere else.

The excuses abound, the rationale remains null.

I resolve to stop asking why.



Posted in Uncategorized by starvingsteve on November 3, 2010

I have a hard times picking favorites. Who’s my best friend? I have no idea. Favorite food? Depends on a variety of factors. Favorite song? Ditto. There is, however, one thing that I can answer with great certainty. Favorite store? Meijer. Meijer Meijer Meijer, a hundred times over Meijer.

Seth Godin is this marketing guru who I’ve read more of in the past couple weeks than I have the Bible…or any other book for that matter. This guy has brilliant insights but one thing he parrots over and over is this idea that the best marketing is a good product, not a good advertisement. Create a good ad and you get a one time customer. Create a good product and you have a customer for life.

It’s difficult to say where this love affair with Meijer started. It might have been with the friends I had sophomore year. Our freshmen year, before I knew them too well, they went to Meijer late at night since it was open 24 hours. Then by sophomore year, Meijer trips were something that happened every so often and were always looked forward to with great eagerness. I had a broken foot and still made one of these late night Meijer runs, hobbling quickly on crutches to keep up with everyone.

Then junior year, things went to another level. All my roommates had busy schedules so the only time we could go grocery shopping was very very late at night. We would walk around the entire store, wandering around the aisles, playing with toys, and generally having a great time. For these trips to last  two hours was commonplace. The first week in our new apartment, we bought airsoft guns and proceeded to shoot up our apartment and each other for a couple fun filled days before the guns broke. Meijer took them back for a full refund. We were customers for life, or at least for that year. Soon after, we discovered Meijer generic products. After drinking Meijer’s Dr. M vanilla soda, we realized this was better than the real thing. We became fanatics. It got to the point where whenever I went to a Walmart, I felt guilty. Not for all that anti-Walmart propaganda that floods the airwaves, but because it felt like I was going behind the back of an old friend.

That store became a familiar haunt, we got to know the cashiers (we always thought Rick P. was a meth dealer), it was the place we bought ingredients for our thanksgiving dinner, it was where we bought our groceries, tried to learn how to skateboard, made fun of our roommate’s dog, made fun of each other, bought each other Christmas presents, raided their candy aisle for “free” samples, had planned “impulse” buys, and generally had a good time.

As we would complete our circuit through the store, we would end in the bakery section, and we would see the lemon meringue pies. They always looked so delicious, with the brown tipped meringue covering what was undoubtedly a fine example of Meijer’s usual culinary excellence. However, we were poor and a pie was too much of a luxury to justify spending, especially after loading up our cart with so many other things we didn’t need. We would always leave the pie for another trip. A trip that would never come.

Years later, as we met at Crazy Buffet (this place deserves its own entry) to share in unlimited crab legs and sushi, we decided we once again had to return to Meijer. It felt like a family reunion, and we quickly fell into our old ways. Ending our journey through the store at that same display of lemon meringue pies, we realized this time we were simply too full to buy one. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other but the internet allows us to keep in touch and even though our lives are different, talking to my old roommate and getting excited about Nascar and John Cena and various other things we haven’t seen in years (or in the case of Nascar, ever), it seems like we’ve been transported to another time, a time where Meijer trips were looked forward to with great enthusiasm and the only worry was that our other roommate wouldn’t find the fireplace we tried to hide in the cart.

During my last week in Champaign, I went to that old Meijer by myself and walked around, just for memories sake. I once again came to that display stand of lemon meringue pies and briefly considered buying one. I couldn’t bring myself to do it though. The importance of that pie didn’t rest in the pie itself, but in people that it was attached to. Smiling, I walked out of the store empty handed, on to the next chapter in life.