If you’ve been paying attention to any of my social media channels this past week, you’ve probably noticed a theme. I’ve been taking selfies using the Lumia 1020, of my and my Lumia 920. The 920 display shows a picture that is always the “prop” . I always used language as though each image was showing an “app” that should be available for Windows Phone.
It all started with this picture of me sleeping with a “teddy bear”, that I entered into a selfie w/ phone contest run by www.winphan.net. Alas, the contest was a random drawing and not for having a creative, well-executed shot. I didn’t win, but I got inspired take more. Let’s see what I came up with!
A lot of you guys are still single and frankly, I don’t need the competition. We need to get some of you pair bonded, post-haste. I’m not sure if you paid attention when I dropped the Top 10 Single Resolutions for the 2011 New Year’s season, but go ahead and catch up because ALL 11 of those Top 10, still apply. I’ve just added a few to the mix.
Before we get to that, let’s talk about resolutions or whatever you want to call them: visions, intentions, plans…they’re all the same thing. Anyway, why do we constantly set ourselves up for failure? Throw in a few gimmes and you’ll feel better about yourself. I resolve not to make people feel guilty about the fact that they aren’t running a marathon, so I will refrain from running a marathon this year. DONE. I resolve to support the good people who own and work at micro-breweries. COUNT ON IT. I resolve to do my part in solving state problems. For example, prison over-crowding is a problem and I resolve to prevent my temper from adding another number to the system. PERFECT.
OK, let’s jump into these additions to the list of single resolutions!
OK, back to our originally scheduled blog. I started the Insanity workout today because my internal fitness level did not match my external appearance. I have a supercharged engine in a jalopy frame and it was time to get to the body shop. When I finished the workout this morning, I thought about some things that I had been talking about with women that I know. They all have various reasons for justifying why they don’t think a guy will work out. Some of them claim intuition, some resort to blaming it on “timing” and some just say that they aren’t willing to “settle”, but are uncomfortable discussing what is an unsettling…uh…settling situation.
I remember being in Chicago and studying improvisation at the Second City Conservatory. Someone told me that learning to let your mind grasp the skill of improvisation will not only help you as a performer, but it will change the way that you view and communicate in life.
This truth presented itself today in a conversation that I had with a friend over IM. In the stream of consciousness that is typical of instant messaging with me, she asked me what’s going on in my life. My response was something like:
Trying to find a woman, as usual. Trying to find money, as usual. Then I stop and realize that I’m in Los Angeles and I should get the money first and the women will find ME!
I cracked myself up over this, but it made me think about the states of both courtship and revenue generation in Los Angeles. They both seem to require a ton of work these days, when it used to be easy.
In dating, it really does seem to be more than a passing joke that women in Los Angeles are looking for men with enviable financial assets. I have plenty of women friends and they will even admit it, if pressed on the subject. This leaves little doubt in my mind that my current fiscal woes correlate perfectly with…physical ones.
I hate to hear people complain about the economy, but we of the self-employed ilk provide a living barometer on the business environment. There was a time when I could count on word of mouth in my computer business and I would get a major job or two each month and a variety of smaller jobs to go along with it. These days, I feel fortunate to get a minor job or two a month. There are times when I get frustrated and ponder leaving Los Angeles for grad school or a “real job” somewhere else. For the time being, I am here and will need to make do and weather the storm.
So, I need to get on the money train.
Question for myself: Am I doing it for the money or am I doing it for “her”?
Question for you: Should I “fake it til I make it” and play the Hollywood game?