starving for substance

Like Boom

Posted in Uncategorized by starvingsteve on December 12, 2010

Pieces click, it’s time to roll. The time for thinking is done, the time to grow some balls and throw them to the wall is here.

It’s time to fail until I get it right.

Real artists ship.

Oh Kanye

Posted in Uncategorized by starvingsteve on December 7, 2010

Long before Kanye West became an incredibly talented producer and public relations disaster, he was once a talented rapper as well. Lyrically adept and clever, he threw down some seriously great tracks in his first two albums. Here’s a good one.

I think every child of immigrants can relate to some of the lyrics in this song. Secretly, or overtly, I think we long  to gather our parents around the kitchen table, plunk down a check with many zeroes in it, and just say “you don’t have to worry anymore.”

But regardless of who he is now, he captured the sentiment exactly.

And a note on Kanye…what happened? He came out in his debut album as an incredibly talented producer with some great rapping skills and as time went on those skills have went in completely opposite directions. His latest album is almost a lock for Hip-Hop album of the year on the sole reason that his beats are pushing rap to new levels. Lyrically….it’s garbage. Not garbage in that they’re profane or vulgar (which they are) but they’re just terrible.

Fueled by the Failures of Vicodin

Posted in Uncategorized by starvingsteve on December 6, 2010

I’ve had an interesting relationship with Vicodin over the years, this is the first time it’s been prescribed for me and has actually worked. Unfortunately, it’s still hit or miss which is why I find myself here. If I’m taking the Vicodin more for the sleeping benefits instead of the pain killing stuff, does that mean I’m dependent? Or does the fact that it’s not working mean it’s already too late?

It’s been said that men can in no way understand the pain women go through during labor. This may be true but I think collectively, my experiences with injuries can get me close. No, I have never tried to poop out a nine pound bowling ball but I think this freight train of pain Mr. Vicodin protects me from gets me some amount of points. Plus the other eight or so other hospital visits. So future wife, don’t complain too much.

The corollary to this is that I really don’t know anything when it comes to pain. As much as my arm has hurt in the past couple days, every jolt of agony is with the realization that I have two arms. I really can’t complain.

I think the turning point came when I watched the documentary “Restrepo”. It follows a US Army company through their tour of duty in Afghanistan. When you see a grown man break down in tears in the middle of combat when he finds out his friend has been killed, moaning about shoulder surgery seems pretty stupid. I highly recommend that documentary, by the way.

There’s definitely an appreciation that comes with absence. Currently, I can’t wait to lift weights and want to take up boxing or mountain climbing or boxing while mountain climbing or something else that’s dangerous and requires the use of two arms. But being limited in my activities for the past couple years really makes me appreciate the fact that soon I will be able to put a shirt on without fear. At least, hopefully that’s motivation enough for these next six months of recovery and rehab.

I want to do an Ironman. I do not want to train to run a marathon. Can I just wing it?

The worst side effect of the pain meds were that I couldn’t concentrate on something for longer than 10 seconds. If I tried to read something I would just get dizzy. If I watched TV I would end up dozing off. The only thing that really made sense were commercials.

I had a stack of books I wanted to get through during this time. Unfortunately, I read maybe one page of one book. Today I tried to read it again and came to the conclusion that it probably wasn’t the best book to read. Three cheers for inadvertent productivity.

If money wasn’t an option, what would you do? The answer is still “drive around and blast rap music.” Something tells me that this is not good career advice and is, in fact, only something I could do if money wasn’t an option.

At 23 years of age, I finally throw in the towel and call myself old. Popular music sounds absolutely horrendous. The saying goes “if it’s too loud you’re too old” and I think an adequate response is somewhere along the lines of “if you’re tone deaf enough to enjoy this, burn yourself in a landfill.”

My favorite stand up comedy bit is Chris Rock’s joke about bullets costing $5,000 [search “chris rock bullet control”]. Actually, my secret favorite is where he declares himself a racist, but I can’t talk about that one in polite company. Or any company.

“Despicable Me” is the funniest, cutest, makes-me-giggle-and-kick-my-feetiest movie ever created. I think I could watch it once a week for a year.

I’m gonna have to drive an hour over icy streets in my car that spins out when the ground is damp on just a couple hours of sleep and with one arm. Vicodin stinks, bring on the Propofol.

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!”

Dreams

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

Query

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?

Peace

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.

Resistance

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.