Enter the Palace!

Sometimes big decisions and life changing events seem like mountains to climb--but all to often, when looking back, it is apparent that most life shaping changes deliver themselves in unexpected little packages, which we awake to find, blurry eyed, at our doorsteps.

What is a "career" anyway? I look back a couple generations and see happiness in stability, a career carrying in it a stoic responsibility to sustain and support, a narrow track beset with the unknown, the dangerous, and the irrelevant. But, looking outward, I find a world with countless facets of interesting potential, an open expanse to explore with varied terrain, curious creatures, and beasts to slay. A narrow track seems comfortable once you get the hang of dodging the bumps, but I think you'll soon find the only things you know in life are the track and the bumps. The term, "career," seems outdated, or at least needs a new meaning. Semantics, I suppose, but feeding your mouth these days in America might just be possible to do while making each day an adventure in something new.

And so, after many nights of hard drinking and bong induced mindstorms, it has become apparent that Bluntingham Palace Productions should be born--just as Momotaro was born of a peach and this arduous secretion came to pass. In this hour of labor, or many hours as some of our mothers have come to know, the founding fathers of BPP look on imagining what this young little bucket of potential will become. I am sure it will be something. In fact, it is already something. The only thing that could have gotten this off to a better start would be if I could have caught RJD2's show last weekend. Well, nuts. 

Among the breadth of thoughts that a good mindstorm induces, it has come to my attention that I do not like my job, per se. In reality, it seems that there are quite a few intersecting forces which create an environment of suck. It could be something more of a disposition of depression and misery, but that would be shortsighted and naive to conclude, given the brief but varied angles of the world I've soaked in, and so many times where I've felt at peace and complete in a connectedness with those around me and the world we live in. No, I am not chronically depressed, but my workplace is chronically disconnected from the simple things of reality--the important things. It is all too scary how such a large, corporate environment catalyzes its culture in anyone who is more than but a visitor. When the reality you see is different from the reality at large, that confined, abbreviated, and selective reality becomes your reality. I'm not out yet, but good god I hope I can keep my wits about me until it comes time to make a mad dash for the fire exit. 

Making a transition from corporate ranks to whatever-a-career-is-to-me-today seems like a natural transition--more of a return to equilibrium than a leap into the unknown. After all, I've spent most of my life in school--an environment where diversity is an asset and trying new things is expected. Having thought about this for some time, I've thought of many options for finding something which leaves me with more free time, more mental energy, and more rewarding work day experiences. The latest idea is working as a bike messenger. Is that cliche? I guess I don't really care, because it would just be a lot of fun. I thrive on the intensity and energy I derive from riding my bike in downtown traffic, subconsciously aware that I'm validating the utilitarian value of a bicycle and downplaying the necessity and appeal of the automobile which has become a dangerous dependency, especially in America today. Another option is working as a bike mechanic. I've worked on my bike quite a bit as of late, and nothing is quite as satisfying as maintaining your mobility. In any case, change is coming. Bluntingham Palace Productions is born. See attached: