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Blog Day 2011 Part 2

Topic 17: Impov for Hire

“If Hobbies Could Make You Rich”

Hmm. If hobbies could make me rich. I hope my hobbies do eventually make me some cash, but lets assume it won’t be directly my hobby as I’m sure it will share a tangential relationship. If we are talking making money at something that most likely won’t make me any money it would have to be doing improv. It’s super fun, but if I could make money at it to without being a corporate shill that would be amazing. Being on stage and performing is one of the most fun and exciting things I do and to be able to do it and sustain my living would be pretty awesome. I would say I could see it becoming tedious and boring if I am forced to do it, but if I could just do it when I wanted and that generated all the cashes. Well, giddy up.

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Topic 16: A Little Braggin’

“Brag a little”

This is a little awkward. I mean you are supposed to be humble. I am going to treat this kind of like the “what is your greatest strength?” question they ask you in job interviews.

This is something I do pride myself on a little if only because it’s something I see so rarely. We all make mistakes, it’s part of being human, but it’s about what you do after the mistakes have been made. Do you learn from them and move forward or are you constantly attacked by your failures? I exercise the former and it has guided me pretty well. If you accept that failure is an inevitability that everyone experiences in one way or another you can accept it, reassess the situation, and replot the course. This is really what I think my bragging is about. Resilience. If you want to accomplish something, anything bad enough it will happen. There will be setbacks, for that I am sure. If you can deal with them and keep moving forward than you can accomplish pretty much anything (within the physical laws of the universe). That’s what I do and that’s what I’m strutting all around about.

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Topic 15: Smoke

“Generate a random word. Search it on Google images. Tell the story of the first PHOTO you find.”

The smoke billowing from the old factory signified this evening’s shift change. The tired, dirt-covered laborers slogged out of the building (that should have condemned years ago) as a fresh batch replaced them. This ritual has been going on day in and day out without interruption for generations. Families had lineage rooted in the factory. This isn’t even a special factory. Most workers couldn’t even told you what they made. Something mundane like metal grommets or ball bearings. This factory, having broken its fair share of spirits, still had a place, a purpose in the town. It provided security, camaraderie, but most of all it provided a community. What most people see as an environment killing biproduct of the industrial age has afforded the people of this nothing town a common thread. A thread long enough to build families, best friends, first loves, and lazy summers. Although its hard to look at this bygone relic and see anything but pollution and grime, it means more to town it inhabits than even they are willing to admit.