Zero To Hero Day 30: The End?

Hey, folks. January is already over, and so is the Zero To Hero project. It was definitely a fun and educational experience; I learned tons more about how the site works, and found lots of great blogs. It gave me enough nerve to post responses on other articles and actually interact with people. It doesn’t sound like much, but it’s few giant steps forward for a shy, reclusive writer like me. I’m immensely grateful for everyone who happened to pass by and gave my blog a read. The last assignment is to come up with a bigger strategic plan for 2014, and I’m still ironing out the little details. I’ve yet to join up on another blogging event, but I’d be glad for any suggestions and recommendations. Soundtrack Saturday is the only part of the schedule set in stone, but I’m considering a quick book, movie, and/or game review every week or so. Same goes for all the weird/geeky/educational stuff. And for those of you that prefer my photography to writing, don’t worry; there are many, many more pictures coming this way. The month may be over, but I’m just getting started.

Stay curious.

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Ghirardelli Chocolate is LEGENDARY in San Francisco, so of course they serve it in many places and ways. This was taken at the Ghirardelli Ice Cream & Chocolate Shop at the Palace Hotel on Market Street.

Somewhere Between X and Y

Hey, folks. Today’s Daily Prompt is all about generations. Specifically, what you don’t understand or possibly learn from the generations that come before or after you. I have the unfortunate privilege of falling into the oft-maligned Millennial generation, and thus get to deal with all the little assumptions that come with it. I loathe being scrutinized and stereotyped based upon my age; you’re defined by your actions and experiences, not just decade in which you were born. No one ever gave me a trophy just for showing up. No one cared when I was being bullied. My parents were divorced and rarely around, so all those other happy, supportive families seemed unreal. You want to really teach a kid responsibility? Make them earn it. I paid for my college education the old-fashioned way: getting jobs and saving every last penny, barely scraping by until I earned my B.A. No parents or student loans to back me up, either. Yeah, it was miserable and rife with anxiety, but I got it done. I held a job for over a decade, and rarely bought anything extravagant. At 29, I’m still saving up for my eventual M.A. People think I’m insane for not owning a smart phone, tablet, e-reader, or any of that stuff. I get the most out of what little I have, and I’m not fueled by desire to constantly spend.

…Unless I’m in a bookstore. You know how that goes.

And for a long while, that was good enough. But now that I’m unemployed for literally the first time in my adult life, I’ve realized that everything has changed. I’m in this weird social limbo where my values, efforts, and independence have lost meaning. There’s an overbearing sense of shame and guilt in not going to work every day, simply because I know I can do so much more. I’m nowhere near starving, but I can’t idle around and eat into my savings. I’m not content with just sitting here reading; it’s very comfortable, but devoid of any real effort or personal development. And worst part? A lot of people out there think it’s normal. But I don’t. I’ve learned and experienced too much from the previous generation to just forget about things like being a breadwinner or the importance of interpersonal, non-computerized communication.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t learn new things.

While no Skype screen will ever trump a one-on-one conversation, the Internet and and its fast-paced technologies are undeniably helpful. I remember studying in a physical library, and (if I was lucky) with Encarta 95 at home. Encarta 95! Grade-schoolers like me would’ve killed for something like Wikipedia, JSTOR, or iTunes. There’s so much more stuff to learn, and it’s only within the last couple of years that education has caught up with the medium. We’ve got dedicated YouTube channels for all educational matters; the best I ever got as a kid was the Discovery Channel, National Geographic magazines, and Bill Nye.

However, not everything you learn comes from an educational program. Social media, for better and worse, has allowed people to become closer. Not necessarily in an emotional context, but through the communication of ideas. A lot of what we see in mainstream popularity is mindless drivel, but occasionally something clever or interesting shines through. Stuff like Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Stanley Parable would’ve been impossible 30 years ago. Not just due to the development of technology, but because now it’s much easier to blend concepts, influence each other, and question expectations.The younger generations have it far easier in terms of collaborating and quickly sharing opinions, but seem to be losing out when it comes to real world experience. These days, there’s this huge emphasis on safe and utterly, ridiculously politically correct topics. You know, how we as a culture supposedly abhor sex and violence yet revel in their fictional portrayals? Yeah, that’s not hypocritical at all. Despite all our new communication tools, conversations about some issues – particularly sexuality, gender roles, and mental health – are swept aside. Because not talking about problems makes them go away.

Wouldn’t want to offend anyone, right?

Ugh, this generational thing is complicated. What’s a guy stuck between two extremes supposed to do?

Write Here, Write Now

Hey, folks. Today’s Daily Prompt is all about the present. As in, a post being written completely in present tense. There’s a lot of freedom in that; I’m assuming that all I have to do is to focus on this exact moment, and nothing else. Stream of consciousness, Finnegan’s Wake style? Nah. Kinda messy and too ambitious. Not for something like a late night post, but at this hour I’m not exactly in a prose-perfect mindset. Something short and sweet instead.

Ten minutes to three, and I’m still up. Why? I don’t know. Amazing how quickly hours go with distractions all around. Time flows like a river, with insights and decisions as its curves and rapids. I feel it with every breath. The only sounds are of the keyboard clacks and the laptop fan hums, nothing else. The entire crux of reality is concentrated solely within this tiny room. The light bulb flickers, aged fixture wiring the culprit. Maybe a ghost. A bottle of tea sits half full or half empty – Am I an optimist or pessimist? Not sure. – just off to my left. Desk’s a little cluttered; must take out recycling. My fancy microphone sits next to it. There’s a lingering twinge of regret. Not from buyer’s remorse, but lack of voice talent. I’m too soft to record. Need to change that. Voice coaching, I muse silently. That’s the ticket.

Yeah, sure thing.

…Writing is better. So is sleep.