Friday, November 25, 2005
Stupid Pet-Peeve followed by a Top 10
I guess we all have been hardwired in some way that is completely asinine. One of my stupidest hard-coded mental qualms is my ridiculous pet-peeve. I hate it when someone says they were going to do something and they didn’t do it. Example, if I’m at home and my girlfriend walks in the door and I say, “Boy I’m hungry.” The she’ll reply, “Oh I thought about calling you and asking what you wanted from your favorite Chipotle but I didn’t.” Stupid little things like that unnerve me and I realize how maladaptive that attitude is so I hold back my idiotic thoughts and words and I just let it be 90% of the time. But I challenge you to count how many times you or your loved ones to that same very thing.
Because of this pet-peeve I am rendered the worst candidate of any type of scholarship. Don’t get me wrong I love the fact that the Rocky Mountain news wants to interview me for some sort of journalism scholarship but it’s situations like these that brush their slimy tasticals against my backside. It’s situation like these that the orange carrot dangles in front of my face and they present the option of hey, “We can give you some money so you don’t have to work full time to make money and go to school full time but still acquire massive amounts of debt to graduate.” That option is such an ideal for me because it will be the 100% open door invitation for me to follow this little known dream of mine to further my musical education in Hollywood California. When I finally receive my Bachelors degree I want nothing more than to pack my bags (or pay for a storage unit here in my hometown and only pack some of my most needed bags) and head on down to The Musician’s Institute of Technology and really further my understanding of music in an environment that is nurturing to my curiosity. A scholarship would be that golden egg that would financial propel toward that gambling leap into the smog ridden city of L.A. I would be able to not go $50,000 into debt to fulfill my curious desires in music. That amount of debt would be such a menacing foe standing in my way to just going for it. When I say I want music education I guess in my hearts of hearts it would be amazing to get a B.A. in guitar from the school but my tentative goals is to get a certificate degree which is a year and a half of studying on a musical emphasis. (Another certificate they have which is really nice is the Recording Artist certificate. That’s where you buy a top of the line Mac and they teach you how to turn that computer into your recording studio. They teach you Photo Shop so you can make fliers, they teach you how to make your website so by the end you can be an artist that has all the tools to D.I.Y. self starting your musical career from your Mac.)
So yes, I will be interviewed for a scholarship Wednesday Dec.7, 2005. By its very essence it will be riding the backbone of my pet-peeve because I’m sure it’s going to be a typical situation where after I fulfill the interview they will say, “We’ll call you” and they never will (That’s my pet-peeve on top of not getting the scholarship they offered…AAHHHH!!!!) To be honest I’m a horrible test taker. I know a lot of times on test I know the information and half the time I know it well enough to write about it but I just suck at the performance aspect of taking a test. Interviews on the other hand…I would say I’m have versed myself on the art of interviews but I’m sure this interview will be more like a scene from a Dumb and Dumber movie. I could just vision it now:
10. My cowlick is even more cowlicking that day.
9. My fly is unzipped.
8. A big oozing zit formed on my forehead minutes before I walked in.
7. My breath is kickin' up a funk from the coffee I had with breakfast.
6. A radical nose hair decided to grow out the night before and I didn’t notice it until the interviewer accidentally tugged it.
5. My hands begin shaking from the combination of nerves and coffee.
4. I forgot to put on deodorant so I’m like one of those unsure guys from the Sure commercials…(Do they still have those commercials???)
3. The price tag from the Good-Will is still hanging on my oxford button up shirt.
2. They ask me who my favorite Rocky Mountain News writer is and I say Mike Littwin to which they inform me that, “They hate his fucking guts.”
1. I walk up to a desk thinking it’s the secretary (it’s really the interviewer) and ask, “Dude where’s my interview.”
I guess we all have been hardwired in some way that is completely asinine. One of my stupidest hard-coded mental qualms is my ridiculous pet-peeve. I hate it when someone says they were going to do something and they didn’t do it. Example, if I’m at home and my girlfriend walks in the door and I say, “Boy I’m hungry.” The she’ll reply, “Oh I thought about calling you and asking what you wanted from your favorite Chipotle but I didn’t.” Stupid little things like that unnerve me and I realize how maladaptive that attitude is so I hold back my idiotic thoughts and words and I just let it be 90% of the time. But I challenge you to count how many times you or your loved ones to that same very thing.
Because of this pet-peeve I am rendered the worst candidate of any type of scholarship. Don’t get me wrong I love the fact that the Rocky Mountain news wants to interview me for some sort of journalism scholarship but it’s situations like these that brush their slimy tasticals against my backside. It’s situation like these that the orange carrot dangles in front of my face and they present the option of hey, “We can give you some money so you don’t have to work full time to make money and go to school full time but still acquire massive amounts of debt to graduate.” That option is such an ideal for me because it will be the 100% open door invitation for me to follow this little known dream of mine to further my musical education in Hollywood California. When I finally receive my Bachelors degree I want nothing more than to pack my bags (or pay for a storage unit here in my hometown and only pack some of my most needed bags) and head on down to The Musician’s Institute of Technology and really further my understanding of music in an environment that is nurturing to my curiosity. A scholarship would be that golden egg that would financial propel toward that gambling leap into the smog ridden city of L.A. I would be able to not go $50,000 into debt to fulfill my curious desires in music. That amount of debt would be such a menacing foe standing in my way to just going for it. When I say I want music education I guess in my hearts of hearts it would be amazing to get a B.A. in guitar from the school but my tentative goals is to get a certificate degree which is a year and a half of studying on a musical emphasis. (Another certificate they have which is really nice is the Recording Artist certificate. That’s where you buy a top of the line Mac and they teach you how to turn that computer into your recording studio. They teach you Photo Shop so you can make fliers, they teach you how to make your website so by the end you can be an artist that has all the tools to D.I.Y. self starting your musical career from your Mac.)
So yes, I will be interviewed for a scholarship Wednesday Dec.7, 2005. By its very essence it will be riding the backbone of my pet-peeve because I’m sure it’s going to be a typical situation where after I fulfill the interview they will say, “We’ll call you” and they never will (That’s my pet-peeve on top of not getting the scholarship they offered…AAHHHH!!!!) To be honest I’m a horrible test taker. I know a lot of times on test I know the information and half the time I know it well enough to write about it but I just suck at the performance aspect of taking a test. Interviews on the other hand…I would say I’m have versed myself on the art of interviews but I’m sure this interview will be more like a scene from a Dumb and Dumber movie. I could just vision it now:
10. My cowlick is even more cowlicking that day.
9. My fly is unzipped.
8. A big oozing zit formed on my forehead minutes before I walked in.
7. My breath is kickin' up a funk from the coffee I had with breakfast.
6. A radical nose hair decided to grow out the night before and I didn’t notice it until the interviewer accidentally tugged it.
5. My hands begin shaking from the combination of nerves and coffee.
4. I forgot to put on deodorant so I’m like one of those unsure guys from the Sure commercials…(Do they still have those commercials???)
3. The price tag from the Good-Will is still hanging on my oxford button up shirt.
2. They ask me who my favorite Rocky Mountain News writer is and I say Mike Littwin to which they inform me that, “They hate his fucking guts.”
1. I walk up to a desk thinking it’s the secretary (it’s really the interviewer) and ask, “Dude where’s my interview.”
# posted by Nick D @ 11:56 AM 
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Hey, I think that's awesome. You can chalk this up as one of your achievements that might make others jealous. Just having the opportunity to be interviewed for the scholarship is an honor. Do your best at it and see where it takes you.
The world is desperately needs more thinkers in journalism, now more than ever. We need people who have principles that can stand up to editors pushing out the status quo and thinking about ratings ratings ratings. Kick some major arse from the inside and do us all a favor!
If you get the scholarship, you can always go back for the music thing later or learn all that stuff on your own. It's ea$y to turn your home into a recording studio these days. One of my buddies has done that over the past few years, without no stinkin' trip to Hollywood in the process. Perhaps he could point out some resources or some how-to's to get you started.
If you don't get the scholarship, then pick up where you left off on the music thing or seek another journalism scholarship.
About debt. There's a blog post brewing in my mind about our hollow economic world and how it detracts from truly great, timeless human efforts. If these certifications and further music study are things that make your heart get all speedy, then go for it. Debt be damned.
Oh, I don't know if they have OK Soda or those Sure commercials anymore, but I remember them. I've used that line about the Sure commercials myself, and often wondered whether anyone still gets that. Too funny.
Actually, I think they've got some OK Soda in Area 51. They use it to keep the space aliens quiet.
"It's better to regret something you have done than to regret something you haven't done."
Butthole Surfers
The world is desperately needs more thinkers in journalism, now more than ever. We need people who have principles that can stand up to editors pushing out the status quo and thinking about ratings ratings ratings. Kick some major arse from the inside and do us all a favor!
If you get the scholarship, you can always go back for the music thing later or learn all that stuff on your own. It's ea$y to turn your home into a recording studio these days. One of my buddies has done that over the past few years, without no stinkin' trip to Hollywood in the process. Perhaps he could point out some resources or some how-to's to get you started.
If you don't get the scholarship, then pick up where you left off on the music thing or seek another journalism scholarship.
About debt. There's a blog post brewing in my mind about our hollow economic world and how it detracts from truly great, timeless human efforts. If these certifications and further music study are things that make your heart get all speedy, then go for it. Debt be damned.
Oh, I don't know if they have OK Soda or those Sure commercials anymore, but I remember them. I've used that line about the Sure commercials myself, and often wondered whether anyone still gets that. Too funny.
Actually, I think they've got some OK Soda in Area 51. They use it to keep the space aliens quiet.
"It's better to regret something you have done than to regret something you haven't done."
Butthole Surfers
I just think it would be cool to be a journalist becaue I could score a lot of free movie passes and stuff.
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