It’s official. My brain will never shut off. Even in an extremely relaxed state while getting a massage my brain was churning out random thoughts. I just couldn’t stop it. The more I tried to make it stop, the more randomness it would invent. It’s kind of frustrating, but yet kind of fun and funny. Here are some of the thoughts I can remember from my hour long rub down.
The Charlotte Checkers are having a contest to name fan of the year. The prizes are awesome and I would love to win. All I have to do is write an essay of 200 words or less answering the question: “If you were talking to someone that had never been to a Checkers game before, what would you tell them to get them to join you?” Not so hard at face value. The problem is I have so many different ways to go about this. Do I take a marketing approach or try to be clever and write out my answer in the form of a script? Maybe I try to get artsy or perhaps I just talk about why the Checkers are the best team in town. Over the next couple posts I will be exploring a few of these different ideas that are rolling around in my head and taking any advice people want to give. Hopefully one of these stands out and gives me the win.
My mind always seems be very active. Sometimes I’m trying to think forward and solve a mystery in a book I’m reading or show I’m watching. Other times, when I’m not purposely or actively thinking about things, my brain may be churning away on a problem from work or enlightening me with random thoughts from my subconscious. Many of which scare me. I even have a few “million dollar ideas” in my head that have sprouted up a few times that I’d be willing to sell to you for a fraction of that price. But one of my favorite ways to spend my free brain cycles is geocaching.
Certain jobs are romanticized by some, but dreaded by others. Which is part of the reason we all work in different fields and have different positions. We fill in where we feel comfortable, where we can contribute the most. Those contributions can be to the greater good of society, or as simple as supporting ourselves and families lifestyle. Sometimes we hold these positions for years simply because we settle into a routine and can’t seem to break out of it for any number of reasons. Lately, I have been feeling that I’m in a routine that I wouldn’t mind changing a little.
So many times we only study history in books, or maybe the occasional show on TV. We often fail to realize that history is all around us. The stories that our parents and grandparents hold carry with it so much more than we can glean from a book. We can see how certain events affected their lives and in turn shaped us into who we are. But not every bit of history has to be a world changing event for it to be memorable. Over my Christmas vacation I managed to snag a few moments alone with my grandmother (Bubba – the one on the right) to get a few tidbits of my own history. I was amazed at what I could learn in short amount of time.
So many places, so little time. That’s what it feels like when I start planning trips. Between the time off work, and the cost of even the cheapest hotels I start to get frustrated. But that doesn’t stop me from dreaming and trying to find good places and roads to travel. After a short, 30 minute ride in the crisp 40 degree weather Sunday I decided to start jotting down some ideas that have been rolling around in my head for a while.
So I have a simple idea for what could possibly be an interesting website. Obviously not this one. The idea behind the site involves talking to a lot of people and working to get the most out of them. Whether it be their background, their opinions, or just a good story or quote. Before I jump into this though I decided to make a mental list of questions to prompt interesting answers as well as a few guidelines for myself to follow. Basically how do I turn myself – a cube sitting, oddball, nerd – into the male version of Barbara Walters.
I’ll admit it. I have a fascination with lives and cultures unlike my own. Lives without cubicles and bright fluorescent lights. A life with perceived, cliched, freedom. One of my favorite subcultures to read about is 1% life of the motorcycle gangs. While researching another idea for a post I got side tracked and found some interesting things. Did you know that the 10 most notorious motorcycle clubs in the US all have some kind of online presence? Some of them do it surprisingly well, while others struggle mightily. Here’s my take on what they do right and wrong.
That is what a headline COULD have read in the Charlotte Observer this morning if they actually took the time to even semi adequately cover the most successful professional Charlotte sports team. But instead, buried underneath articles about the lowly Carolina Panthers, a 3 day old blog about NASCAR which is only semi working, and a blog about fantasy baseball, of all things, you finally get a one line snippet about the Checkers rout of Syracuse last night.