Okay, I have potentially one more of these I am willing to post, and like 2-3 stories that just need some careful editing that I am going to pursue publishing in specific markets where I feel my brand will fit the best and help bring them more potential readers too, even if it is only a few, both of our audiences will grow, and that will allow me to move into bigger markets and repeating, until eventually when it makes sense to cycle back through and publish in some of the same markets. Maybe the next time I would push my poetry instead. I have like four other stories that need finished in some way, but will be really good when I can find the time to finish them too. But building my audience will only increasingly give me a reason to do so, and make it through my book too.
Perhaps if I can get that elusive TA position I will be able to do more personal writing too, because, as I focus my studies more and more on studying language on the internet, which seems to be the direction where I am going, it will be increasingly relevant to have a greater presence online. If I can do it without putting money into it, or not a lot of money outside of the required technology, which I already now possess, and maybe a little money for a domain name of my own, I can justify continue doing it. I believe that it is important to try to make it as a professional writer in addition to going to school and studying and trying to find a viable way to demonstrate linguistics theory while using the internet as my example and also becoming accredited to teach at least at a community college if not a university (if I turn out to be mostly completely full of shit).
I don't know. I am just working towards something, trying to make this all work for me so I don't have to be broke for the rest of my life. I could easily take an easier route, but I believe the type of success that I require I have to earn for myself my way. Maybe I will ultimately fail, but I am not going to give up until I am sure I have failed and I haven't thus far so I am going to keep going with it.
I do love the Internet.
[Also, keep in mind that I am a little undecided about that second paragraph. I am not really sure what I am trying to say there, but it seems like some key, juicy personal rhetoric of some sort so I am going to leave it in.]
[Okay, I have since edited it, that elusive bastard, the second paragraph, not the second meta-paragraph, which this is, but the actual second paragraph. I think it better reflects what I am trying to say, however, I am not really going to go through and read it all again so it is going to remain as is until I decide to go back and correct it, as I inevitably will, at a time sometime later in the future...]
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
The Audience Decide
(note: if I don't get any responses I will just pick one and just pretend like I received a response. I've got pride but no dignity.)
Should I post more stories or poetry on this blog?
(I am going to start holding my breath, now, but don't worry, I will eventually pass out and start breathing again.)
Should I post more stories or poetry on this blog?
(I am going to start holding my breath, now, but don't worry, I will eventually pass out and start breathing again.)
A Nihilistic Downwards Spiral into the Abyss of Nothingness (Part MMCDXX)
I had over 1,000 page views last month. Not bad. I have two short stories I am thinking about releasing, and like seven more that I want to try to publish in other bigger markets. Maybe other free blogs, though. They'll have more significant audiences though. [Since significant is a relative term, I shall elaborate. If each blog has 10,000 hits a month, that is more significant (to me).]
I definitely think keeping it (this blog) eclectic, like, writing just to write, is a good idea. Just letting it be free to the world, even if it is all ones and zeros, electrical impulses. Actually, that is downplaying it too much, because the medium really is significant. Although the internet can be a play to make a decent living, it is also a great free marketplace of ideas too. A cultural superhighway. Our connection to each other. Even if not everyone is directly participating yet, they will. Or they will become more insignificant, because, this is the future. More and more the physical world will cease to matter. Slowly and slowly we will build our lives into it that it will consume our lives, if it hasn't already. My DNA has already gone digital.
I am not saying that I am that significant. Far, far removed from it. I eventually will be long forgotten like 99.99999999999999999999999999...% of the entire population. Those nines go out to infinity. It is that far removed. The Beatles haven't even quite made it there yet, but when they arrive, they will only be a step or two ahead of Jimi Hendrix and Justin Bieber. I don't care what anybody says, for a nerdy little white kid that kid is really successful. I'm sorry, I don't know how that train of thought got started onto music. I should be saying someone like Galileo or some shit. Stephen Hawking. Those people all had ideas I can get behind.
I am happy being invisible. Invisibility is great. You get great shade, let me tell you, but hey, I won't, because you already know, because the truth is we are all invisible. Our lives are truly meaningless. Only by building our digital DNA out in hyperspace will we gain meaningfulness It's a crazy idea, I know. But hey, I can't help it. I'm gone stark raving mad. I'm a loon. HaHA!
HA!
...don't continue or you'll ruin it....
I will have stretching it too far, if I haven't already. I probably have, but the realization of that fact bears no significance on whether I will continue or not. I will obviously continue. I think it is a pretty rad choice, although you may disagree, which is fine. I am not apologetic about it. Nor should I be. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make this a sermon. Or a sermon embedded in a sermon. That might be the case. Any one of the options is truly feasible. I would be okay with it any way.
...too late, huh.... Sorry that I'm not sorry. But I'm not. I am because I'm not.
Seriously, I applaud anyone who has actually scrolled down this far. This is ridiculous.
I wonder how much code I just wasted with all that space. No, wait, that makes my brain hurt.
Dwarf stars.
Yes, that was random. So is this, I might add. Completely and utterly random, at least ideologically, not necessarily linguistically. It will undoubtedly become a pattern eventually even if it hasn't already, so maybe I guess I shouldn't even keep it going
The pit of Hell. The end. Actually, not. But hey, whatever you want to believe, any way. I believe that life goes on, that Hell is a state of mind. Once you push it out it ceases to be. Or maybe not. Either way, I am going to die eventually, and so is everything and everyone else. The universe is finite.
I definitely think keeping it (this blog) eclectic, like, writing just to write, is a good idea. Just letting it be free to the world, even if it is all ones and zeros, electrical impulses. Actually, that is downplaying it too much, because the medium really is significant. Although the internet can be a play to make a decent living, it is also a great free marketplace of ideas too. A cultural superhighway. Our connection to each other. Even if not everyone is directly participating yet, they will. Or they will become more insignificant, because, this is the future. More and more the physical world will cease to matter. Slowly and slowly we will build our lives into it that it will consume our lives, if it hasn't already. My DNA has already gone digital.
I am not saying that I am that significant. Far, far removed from it. I eventually will be long forgotten like 99.99999999999999999999999999...% of the entire population. Those nines go out to infinity. It is that far removed. The Beatles haven't even quite made it there yet, but when they arrive, they will only be a step or two ahead of Jimi Hendrix and Justin Bieber. I don't care what anybody says, for a nerdy little white kid that kid is really successful. I'm sorry, I don't know how that train of thought got started onto music. I should be saying someone like Galileo or some shit. Stephen Hawking. Those people all had ideas I can get behind.
I am happy being invisible. Invisibility is great. You get great shade, let me tell you, but hey, I won't, because you already know, because the truth is we are all invisible. Our lives are truly meaningless. Only by building our digital DNA out in hyperspace will we gain meaningfulness It's a crazy idea, I know. But hey, I can't help it. I'm gone stark raving mad. I'm a loon. HaHA!
HA!
...don't continue or you'll ruin it....
I will have stretching it too far, if I haven't already. I probably have, but the realization of that fact bears no significance on whether I will continue or not. I will obviously continue. I think it is a pretty rad choice, although you may disagree, which is fine. I am not apologetic about it. Nor should I be. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make this a sermon. Or a sermon embedded in a sermon. That might be the case. Any one of the options is truly feasible. I would be okay with it any way.
...too late, huh.... Sorry that I'm not sorry. But I'm not. I am because I'm not.
Seriously, I applaud anyone who has actually scrolled down this far. This is ridiculous.
I wonder how much code I just wasted with all that space. No, wait, that makes my brain hurt.
Dwarf stars.
Yes, that was random. So is this, I might add. Completely and utterly random, at least ideologically, not necessarily linguistically. It will undoubtedly become a pattern eventually even if it hasn't already, so maybe I guess I shouldn't even keep it going
The pit of Hell. The end. Actually, not. But hey, whatever you want to believe, any way. I believe that life goes on, that Hell is a state of mind. Once you push it out it ceases to be. Or maybe not. Either way, I am going to die eventually, and so is everything and everyone else. The universe is finite.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Pardon the Interruption...
I would like to take this time for an opportunity to talk to you all about something that concerns me as a human being.
It has come to my attention that there is a show on TV literally called Honey Boo Boo. I know I am late-coming in find out about this festering pile of dog shit, but better late than never. Okay, that's definitely not true, but anyways... I am not sure what this network ass gang bang could possibly be about or how such a show could possibly have any sort of redeeming social value. MTV has sunk to a new low. I am guessing that is who airs it. Either that, or the E! Network.
The network executives are draining the collective IQ to the level of those burned out crack whores pimping their own ugly children out to whatever pedophile audience watches those things, and now to TV audiences too, and exponentially more pedophiles. That kind of show is their bread and butter... Guhhhhhhhh! I just dry heaved. Oh God!...
What the fuck is wrong with us, America?! Why is anyone watching this garbage? Well, anyone besides pedophiles? As if that poor child's life wasn't going to be rough enough. Now it has to stare in the face of exponentially growing cultural ambivalence, which will be a long lonely road through life, especially for a junky quasi-celebrities who will probably end up ODing while huffing Clorox, anyway...
Well, I am not going to waste any more space on this issue, so now you may resume your regularly scheduled afternoon masturbation session.
It has come to my attention that there is a show on TV literally called Honey Boo Boo. I know I am late-coming in find out about this festering pile of dog shit, but better late than never. Okay, that's definitely not true, but anyways... I am not sure what this network ass gang bang could possibly be about or how such a show could possibly have any sort of redeeming social value. MTV has sunk to a new low. I am guessing that is who airs it. Either that, or the E! Network.
The network executives are draining the collective IQ to the level of those burned out crack whores pimping their own ugly children out to whatever pedophile audience watches those things, and now to TV audiences too, and exponentially more pedophiles. That kind of show is their bread and butter... Guhhhhhhhh! I just dry heaved. Oh God!...
What the fuck is wrong with us, America?! Why is anyone watching this garbage? Well, anyone besides pedophiles? As if that poor child's life wasn't going to be rough enough. Now it has to stare in the face of exponentially growing cultural ambivalence, which will be a long lonely road through life, especially for a junky quasi-celebrities who will probably end up ODing while huffing Clorox, anyway...
Well, I am not going to waste any more space on this issue, so now you may resume your regularly scheduled afternoon masturbation session.
Monday, October 1, 2012
My goal
My goal is to be less lazy with this blog when it comes to editing -- both for typos and for content.
As far as typos go: I am only human. I make mistakes. Sometimes I type something wrong or add in a comma splice or some other grammatical error... It happens, but I will try to be more diligent about finding errors and correcting them before I publish something.
As far as content goes... Well, I just have to be a little more careful with what I say or at least say what I am trying to say in a better way so that the message is clear. I might be crazy but I don't want people to think I am crazy in a way that I am not crazy.
I mean, come on, Gabe, someone who is a grad student in English shouldn't have frequent errors or too many absurdist rants in his writing -- even if it is just in a blog that only a few people, maybe a hundred at the very most, read. I have to represent! If for no other reason than present and future credibility.
With that being said... Goodnight Internet!
PS: I will also try to work on clarity.
'Night.
As far as typos go: I am only human. I make mistakes. Sometimes I type something wrong or add in a comma splice or some other grammatical error... It happens, but I will try to be more diligent about finding errors and correcting them before I publish something.
As far as content goes... Well, I just have to be a little more careful with what I say or at least say what I am trying to say in a better way so that the message is clear. I might be crazy but I don't want people to think I am crazy in a way that I am not crazy.
I mean, come on, Gabe, someone who is a grad student in English shouldn't have frequent errors or too many absurdist rants in his writing -- even if it is just in a blog that only a few people, maybe a hundred at the very most, read. I have to represent! If for no other reason than present and future credibility.
With that being said... Goodnight Internet!
PS: I will also try to work on clarity.
'Night.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Owning Google One Cent at a Time
I have earned a total of $.06 so far on this blog. I know, really rolling in the big bucks. I have earned $.02 this month alone, which definitely makes it my best month so far, financially, for this blog. If I can earn $.02 a month for the next three months, then I will have earned a total of $.12 for the entire year, which averages to $.01 a month. Damn.
I should be doing homework right now. I will get to it: in fact, it will probably take the next two or three days of time that I am not at work -- and I work 18 hours the next two days. That is why I am sleep deprived. I am going to try to get out early tomorrow, although I don't know how likely it is that it will actually happen, although I am a manager so it is probably more likely to happen than it would be for a regular crew member.
That's right. Homework. I love what I study, really and truly, but I loath doing it. Can't stand it. Don't want to spend even a second on it. But I have to spend some seconds on it. A multitude of seconds. Years of months of days of minutes of seconds. That's a lot. It will get me ahead, push me to do the work to do the research to write the papers to get published.
After the C.V. workshop yesterday, I am trying to get myself working on building it, which means doing stuff academically that will impress people enough to invite me to join a PhD. program after I get done with this whole Master's degree business. That means getting published and presenting at conferences. That means a lot of research, which means a lot of homework and studying, which takes a lot of time.
I care too much about my job. It just a means for an ends. Sure, I have extra responsibilities as a manager, and it is by far not the worst job I have ever had -- but it is not my future. Its place in my life has a limited future. It knows that. I am only supposed to be a part-time manager now. I am working 38+ hours this week, and have been working 35-40+ since I transferred there. Next week I have only 24 hours, which is perfect. I am going to insist on staying around 25 hours -- except during Christmas break. We'll see how that works. I take too much responsibility there, which is seen as good and I am glad I can help to improve the situation in anyway I can, however, it is becoming too much of an obstacle in my career path, and I don't need anymore obstacles, as I am already coming from behind. I am not going to just quit it, though. I am going to continue working there and just be firm about my role the and scope of time I can spend there.
I do have a full graduate student workload, and am married, and am pursuing creative writing too, and I can't seem to get anything done. Truthfully, I do finish my assignments, but I would like to spend more time on them -- even if it takes me forcing myself -- and spending more time pursuing getting some articles published in journals, write some abstracts, and do some presentations, get a TA position, get some teaching experience, maybe do some tutoring... And of course have a life, be a good husband, and try to be a published novelist.
If I keep on working at it, I know it will all come together, and if it doesn't, I will start down another path, but until I get to that point, I am going to keep going down this path and hope that my head doesn't explode.
I should be doing homework right now. I will get to it: in fact, it will probably take the next two or three days of time that I am not at work -- and I work 18 hours the next two days. That is why I am sleep deprived. I am going to try to get out early tomorrow, although I don't know how likely it is that it will actually happen, although I am a manager so it is probably more likely to happen than it would be for a regular crew member.
That's right. Homework. I love what I study, really and truly, but I loath doing it. Can't stand it. Don't want to spend even a second on it. But I have to spend some seconds on it. A multitude of seconds. Years of months of days of minutes of seconds. That's a lot. It will get me ahead, push me to do the work to do the research to write the papers to get published.
After the C.V. workshop yesterday, I am trying to get myself working on building it, which means doing stuff academically that will impress people enough to invite me to join a PhD. program after I get done with this whole Master's degree business. That means getting published and presenting at conferences. That means a lot of research, which means a lot of homework and studying, which takes a lot of time.
I care too much about my job. It just a means for an ends. Sure, I have extra responsibilities as a manager, and it is by far not the worst job I have ever had -- but it is not my future. Its place in my life has a limited future. It knows that. I am only supposed to be a part-time manager now. I am working 38+ hours this week, and have been working 35-40+ since I transferred there. Next week I have only 24 hours, which is perfect. I am going to insist on staying around 25 hours -- except during Christmas break. We'll see how that works. I take too much responsibility there, which is seen as good and I am glad I can help to improve the situation in anyway I can, however, it is becoming too much of an obstacle in my career path, and I don't need anymore obstacles, as I am already coming from behind. I am not going to just quit it, though. I am going to continue working there and just be firm about my role the and scope of time I can spend there.
I do have a full graduate student workload, and am married, and am pursuing creative writing too, and I can't seem to get anything done. Truthfully, I do finish my assignments, but I would like to spend more time on them -- even if it takes me forcing myself -- and spending more time pursuing getting some articles published in journals, write some abstracts, and do some presentations, get a TA position, get some teaching experience, maybe do some tutoring... And of course have a life, be a good husband, and try to be a published novelist.
If I keep on working at it, I know it will all come together, and if it doesn't, I will start down another path, but until I get to that point, I am going to keep going down this path and hope that my head doesn't explode.
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