No matter what

You know no, no matter how ridiculous and out there things get for me, I still wander back to the same old things... Morrissey tunes. I'm getting a little antsy regarding the re-release of my favorite album of his, Bona Drag. It's going to be pretty exciting indeed. I'm hoping he goes on a tour soon, it's been a while since I've seen him live. I need my fill. Below is one of my favorite photos of him... eye candy indeed.

It's just about time for the weather to cool down here in Fort Worth and I couldn't be more excited about that prospect. This time of year holds some pretty great things, not limited to the following: my birthday, my wedding anniversary, my wife's birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, great weather, jacket inducing climates, and Christmas. I'm requesting a retro cruiser bike for my birthday so I can roam the Southside of Fort Worth when I'm not at work. I've wanted a bike for a few years now and I figured where we live now would be a great area to roam around in while on a bike. Stoked!

It's quite early and I should get back to preparing for my work day. Blogger, you're a pal.

Roots

You know, sometimes if I sit and think for a while about my upbringing, I'm often left scratching my head. I know my mom and her side of the family just fine, and I'm told that I spent plenty of time with my dad's side of the family, but I honestly don't remember... I don't know my dad. I barely remember his voice, and best I can tell, he's got no interest in knowing me. That depresses the hell out of me, and scares me to be a father. It makes me think that maybe somehow, some way, I've inherited his disassociation with his own children. I don't know why he never talked to me or my siblings... I know my mom didn't stop him from talking to us. I don't even know what he does for a living. I think the only thing I know of him is a pile of Elvis records my mom gave to me when we were living in Athens. I think the Blue Hawaii soundtrack was in there... that's about it. I sometimes wish he had been there for me. I wish I at least knew what he'd been like so I can feel something other than indifference toward him.

This city life has really got me down

With times as hard as they are right now, I've explored several different options as to what I could do with my life. I've thought about moving to another state and working a design job, but there aren't many markets that are suitable right now for entry level. I've thought about moving back to my hometown, but my wife and I have decided that we'd go stir crazy. I almost need the city to function. We've become very social and I've decided that I really either want to live in Fort Worth's Historic district, or in the Greenville/Lakewood area of Dallas.
I don't know why I'm posting about this...

Good news and mediocre news, too!

In a desperate plea for someone to take notice of my creative resume, I sent my portfolio and resume out to approximately 40 local advertising agencies. For those unaware, I graduated with my bachelor's degree in advertising design back in December, and have been hunting for a job every since. I had enormously high hopes and a glamorous idea in mind that MAYBE I'd get a job working somewhere within the first 2 months of being out of school. My time in school didn't allow me to see the severity of the decline in the local creative market. I came out to find that creatives with 4 and 5 years of experience were now competing with us entry level people for the same jobs... making it a severe uphill battle just to get in for an interview with an agency or design group. It's hard times! I'm determined though... I want to do this for a living.
In slightly more positive news, the Hepcat Hop, an event my wife and I came up with, will become a monthly event. To explain further, the Hepcat Hop is a monthly event in which I'll be playing 3 hours worth of authentic 1950's music, be it rock'n'roll, rockabilly, hillbilly, jive, rhythm and blues, doo wop, country, whatever... I'll play it if it's got a beat! It's going to be each month on the third Monday, with the next one on July 20th. The event is held at the historic Southside Preservation Hall in Fort Worth, which of course adds to the nostalgia effect. I really want this event to eventually get to the point that it's a step back in time... we're striving for authenticity. Unfortunately, the authenticity is a little off for now, seeing as I bring my iMac with me to each event so that I can access all 15,000 songs in my collection. Eventually though... eventually.

That's about all I've got for now. I'd like to schnazz my page up real soon... keep an eye out for that to happen! Take care, folks.

Heeerrrreeeee's hopin'!

I've recently made myself okay with the fact that I may not work as a designer as my main job. Sure, it'd be nice, but I must face reality that the job market is quite tough these days. It's disheartening to learn on an interview that you are one applicant of 367 in the area, and 200 of them have 5 years more experience than you do. I didn't expect to be coming out of school interviewing for entry level work and competing with graduates from 2004 who have boat loads more industry experience than I do, but oh well, so be it I suppose.
I seem to have some chance of moving up at my current job, Staples, possibly into a specialist role at a Fort Worth area store. This would allow us to live in the area we've wanted to live in since we met each other, and that's Southside Fort Worth, the historic district. Here's hopin' on that one.

That'd be a house we've been watching a crew renovate for a while, and we LOVE it.
I've been woken up by an upset stomach... I'm making the move to veganism again (yay!) after a brief stint of vegetarianism while we were broke. However, our worsening health and an attack of my conscience which screams louder and louder each day made us want to make the move back to being vegan again. I plan to have the move done by Monday.
It's 5:48 am and I can tell today will be a very long day at work. Thankfully I just got a BlackBerry to occupy my slow time. I'm going to see about catching some more z's.