Monthly Archives: August 2011

a few details about a blog no one reads

This Blog

This is purely mostly a personal blog.  I never expect anyone else to read too much of it.  Sometimes I kind of hope to gain a following of people who might post a few comments a get some good discussion going and other times I could care less.  The reality is no one really reads personal blogs and I rarely post anything that would entertain or interest anyone long enough to even read the entire entry.  I’m just a guy writing a blog, for free, somewhere on the internet?

Mostly this blog is for me.  It’s an ego thing, mostly, I guess.  No one knows I write here – not my wife and not my best friend.  I suppose there is some creative freedom in that.  I can be myself and reveal all of the most ignorant, shameful, and deepest/shallow thoughts and actions.  Sometimes I can even post something with a certain amount of integrity.  Most of the time I’m just writing a few thoughts as they come to me.   Other times I am obsessed with adding content.  I have no target audience and probably offer little advise or anything that might be useful to anyone.  In any case, I post this entry to say “Hi”.  “Hello there, reader.  Thanks for stopping by.”  Maybe you have had some of these same ideas, thoughts, or maybe you even find something interesting.  I apologize for punctuation and spelling errors.  I can’t afford an editor and I was never forced to study grammar.  If the content seems boring, sorry again.  I never really expect anyone to read this (although I appreciate those who do).

The Author

Well lets see, what can I reveal without being overly specific?

I am in my early mid 20’s.  I graduated from the University of Georgia.  I am an American and a white male.  I have no background in anything too interesting, but I work in IT/Business Consulting and I am a lifelong student of philosophy, economics, and politics.  I have a continuing expanding personal library on those very topics.  I am married and I enjoy travel.  I am constantly struggling with my faith – I guess am somewhere on the outskirts of Christianity, Spirituality, Buddhism, Atheism, or maybe something of my own.  Let’s just say my beliefs are still (de)evolving.  I believe in freedom, liberty, integrity, and property rights.  Mostly, I write to relax and get my thoughts out.  Other than these pathetic details you can learn pretty much everything you ever wanted to know and much more by reading this great blog. In the mean time I answer email here.

A brief history of BlogTruth

I started BlogTruth in 2006.  I had planned to document my college life.  I talked about everything, most of which I was ashamed of by the time I had finished writing about it.  Sometime around mid-2008, I became paranoid and ashamed that the content of this blog would somehow leak into my real life so I deleted about a years worth of content.  Approximately 5 minutes later I regretted that decision so much that I was frustrated to the point that BlogTruth sat untouched until December 2010.  I tossed around the idea to start blogging again and in March 2011, I stumbled upon my old blog – almost by chance and decided upon graduation of college I needed a place to write.  So I added a new header, and posted my first blog entry in almost three years.  Today, BlogTruth, for better or worse, is what you see in front of you.

A quick reference guide to where I’m coming from:

On Religion
My still evolving Political Philosophy
Stuff that I want to do

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finding my target

I just got a message from one of my good friends, a room mate in college, who says he is moving to New York City in September.  He is going to work on wall street.  I have to admit that I am kind of jealous.  I spent 10 days in NYC last July and it is probably my favorite city.  It’s true when they say “there is no city like New York City”.

On the other hand I have been reading a lot of blogs, books, and doing a lot of thinking about the “zen” lifestyle.  The parts that have really been hitting home with me are about the “minimalist” and “appreciating what you have” way of thinking.  I mean if I were to live in NYC it would be very easy to get caught up in the rat race that is Manhattan and truly lose “myself”.  I doubt that moving to NYC and working on wall street would really make me happy in the long run – or maybe even in the short run.

I guess my point is – self evaluation.  Making a decision about what really makes me happy.  What makes me content. How I can thrive.  Sometimes I seriously think about selling everything I own, quitting my job, and just traveling.  Working odd jobs to make ends meet and just walking the earth for a while.  Kind of like a journey of self discovery and understanding.  However, when the reality sits in and I find myself with nothing – I wonder how I would feel.  None of this really matters anyways – I own a home and have a wife who would never want to do such a thing, I think.

There are other way to experience the world and work on self discovery rather than dropping everything and leaving.  I guess it wouldn’t have to be that radical.  I mean right now I have been traveling as much as possible and writing – both of which has helped me learn a lot about myself – even if no one reads a word of this. (which they probably won’t)

The key to reaching any goal is to know what you are shooting for and honestly I don’t know what I’m even aiming for.  I know what the status quo tells me to do, but somehow I don’t think those rules where written for me, I don’t think I fit in that box, no perfectly at least.  I guess that is kind of what “growing up” as a person is all about – deciding what to do with yourself.  I suppose I should just be thankful I can worry about such things and my basic needs are well taken care of.  I could be worrying about where my next meal would come from instead.

For now, I’m just gonna try to appreciate the little things and explore when I can.  If I keep doing the big things right – hopefully I will figure things out myself and eventually know exactly what I’m shooting for – and get it.

Alcatraz Island

I forgot to post a picture from my last stop while I was in San Francisco – Alcatraz Island.  You probably know it for the prison history, but it’s much more than that.  Including a breeding ground for the Western Gull, a beautful garden, an ex-fort, as well as a beautiful place to grab a shot of the mainland.  It’s beautiful and reminded me just how much I do not want to go to prison, ever.  If you ever get the chance I suggest you visit.

Right, Wrong, & Property Rights

My sense of right and wrong comes from the basic idea of property rights.  That is: you can do anything that you want, as long as it does not infringe on the rights of another individual.  You can apply this to any situation and come out morally justified.  Examples:

1. Abortion – Abortion is wrong because by aborting and unborn child your actions are infringing on the rights of another individual, the child.

2. Drugs – Drugs are fine as long as they do not cause you to infringe on the rights of another individual.

  • For example, smoking marijuana or drinking a beer casually at home or in a bar is fine.  Smoking Marijuana or drinking and then driving home is wrong because you may get into a car accident, thus infringing on the rights of another individual.
  • Doing a drug that causes you to sell everything you own if fine, unless of course you have a family to support, which in turn you are infringing upon their rights.  (This isn’t recommended of course, I am simply saying from a legality stand point, it should not be prohibited.)

Thought:  Drugs should be reserved for adults as studies find that it may affect the development of the brain.  Also a child cannot always decide for themselves what is right or wrong for themselves.  So I believe if a consenting adult wants to partake in drugs and understands the consequences, it should not be illegal to do so.  Similarly to how we treat alcohol and cigarettes.

3. Sex – Sex of any nature should not be prohibited as long as it is between two consenting adults – true for all sexes and sexual preferences.

4. Gay Marriage – Gay marriage should be allowed.  Any relationship between and two consenting individuals should be allowed legally.  Any relationship that does not affect another individual’s rights should be completely legal.

Thought: In all of these arguments of course there are cases when an action could be wrong.  For example if you are cheating on your wife and you have previously agreed to be monogamous – that is wrong.  You have infringed on the rights of your spouse and broken a previous agreement.  If you do drugs, the same thing applies – who are you affecting, etc. etc.

However, all else being equal these types of activities should not be prohibited by law.

Think of all of the money that could be saved in useless bureaucracy regarding such activities – if we educated the population on the basic premise of property rights and adjusted the law accordingly.  Decisions in law could be decided accordingly and I believe much more in line with justice.

5. Social Program – Limited social programs are okay.  For example, funding for research activities and education are for the general well being of society.  Social programs used to build roads, pay for bridges and parks, and other public spaces are necessary.  In general, I think social programs for the disabled and poor are a good TEMPORARY solution for those individuals; however, government aid should not be seen as a permanent solution for individuals.

Welfare should be used temporarily to re-educate and basically see people through hard times.  There should be a time table for getting off of welfare programs (including food stamps, unemployment, etc.) and when necessary educational opportunities (such as for the disabled who are forced to change careers due to injury) to give everyone an opportunity to be productive citizens.

Other Articles I think you should read to understand where I’m coming from:

Social Capitalism
Critique of the Democrats and Republicans
Critique of the Nanny State
On Liberty and Community Action

Life Happens

This is an email my best friend sent to me yesterday.  I felt it was heart felt and others out there are probably facing some of the same issues so I would post it anonymously here.  I hope someone finds comfort in knowing someone else out there is going through stuff too.

Dearest Atticus,

A new journey is almost underway. This past week I was truly awakened to the fact that my wife is about to have another baby. She’s practically on bed rest, can hardly get around and really not doing so hot. Today is August 1st. My kid is due the 18th of September and will probably be induced early. So really I have a month.

Top this off with school starting next week to finish the MBA, possible new job prospects, and you moving closer, and I almost feel a bit overwhelmed.

Most days I still can’t believe I’m a dad. It’s a responsibility I proudly take on, and so far I don’t feel that I’m messing up at it too badly, but at the same time, I can’t help but think over and over, “Is this really happening?”

My parents moved this weekend and didn’t even ask me to help. My wife said they didn’t want to ask me. I was going to call and offer, but really the entire situation left me scratching my head. I don’t know where the disconnect happened between me and my mom and dad, especially my dad.

When I was growing up, I think it’d be safe to say that my father was miserable. He worked 12 hour days, welding and doing factory work, mostly on night shift. I remember my mom would often times be accused of squandering his paychecks, and I know she was. So my dad worked harder and harder. On the weekend and during the day he’d work side businesses, always trying to get ahead, but we never seemed to be able to.

Growing up, I was always by my father’s side happy and willing to pitch in. I didn’t even ask for money or allowance, I just worked and worked. We would chop firewood and sell truckloads of it, clean up construction sites, clean newly constructed houses, and haul off trash from just about anywhere. I remember filling the back of his old 70s model Chevy pickup with tons of construction debris, garbage and dust, old Gatorade bottles and water jugs, just endless piles of trash. Then we’d drive right back into the landfill, smelling the shit that was literally piled around us and shovel it out.

Other times we’d go to people’s houses we didn’t even know and plant trees and do yard work. I remember one time having to dig a series of holes wide and deep enough for 3 people to jump down in, so we could plant these fancy full grown trees. The rich people bought us pizza and Pepsi afterward and went on and on how I was such a little boy out there doing work with my dad. They were amazed.

My point is, the only fond memories I have of my father involve working my ass off. We rarely played catch, he never made it to my little leagues games, or took me to Braves games or amusement parks or anything. In fact, I’d never even been on a real vacation until Shat’s parents took me to Panama City beach when I was 15 or 16.

Most kids might resent their father’s for not really being all that involved in their lives when they were growing up, but I admire mine. The poor man didn’t know how to do anything and never was taught anything but work, and work he did.

Sadly, I think to a large extent, my mother simply pissed away the fruits of his labor. I may be wrong in that perception, but I don’t think so. He nearly left us a few times, but he always came back and stuck it out for my sister and I. The poor bastard couldn’t find it in himself to abandon his kids. When he did leave for a week or so at a time it really fucked me up.

So, I guess my point is, fathers are everything. I can deal with my mom being the screwed up, half psychotic woman she is, and I may go around being angry at her for it, but my real deepest sorrow comes from the life and challenges my father endured and having to watch them.

All I can do is take these lessons and not let history repeat itself. I guess eventually I’ll need to become a real man and have the same honest to God talk with him that I’m having with you right now. I think that will be the true mark of my maturity.

I appreciate that we have each other to lean on and bounce these deep feelings back and forth off of. For me, confronting my own feelings is possibly my greatest challenge in life. I would always rather ignore them or divert attention away to something else. I guess just taking the first step and starting a conversation is the hardest part.

Thanks for reading my really long long email, my friend. I hope we may share many beers together again soon.