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Yesterday, I watched the documentary Gonzo, which detailed the life and work of Hunter S Thompson. Immediately after watching it, I thought, “Wow! I want to start writing. I’m sick of feeling scatter-brained and posting incoherent thoughts to an insignificant blog in the galaxy of worthless opinions. I’m going to unhinge; any thoughts I have are going straight to the keyboard.”

Yet, as I sit here writing this, I find myself doing what I do every time I want to write: writing by the seat of my pants. None of this was thought out before writing it. I have no objective for writing this other than the hope for attention and criticism.

I told my brother yesterday that he shouldn’t talk so aimlessly because he didn’t have any reason to say the things that spewed from his mouth. This morning, I can’t help but wonder if I was justified to say that. So what if he has no motive in telling me his uninformed opinion on which console is ruling the present gaming market? Who am I to say, “You shouldn’t talk about things you don’t understand?” We all need to learn somehow. Don’t get me wrong; I explained to him the little more I understand about the gaming industry on top of minimalizing his opinion. I’m not that cruel of an older brother (I hope).

Right there! (and here) I completely diverted from the subject at hand, switching from questioning my authority as a conversation moderator to justifying my status as a good brother. Edit: I have no idea why I wrote this. Do I find any reason I can to distract myself? Was I making a point? This is the problem i have with writing. I could very well completely abandon this post because it all sounds like nonsense upon review. The fear of sounding like a raving lunatic is ever present. Ugh… no wonder Hunter wrote so much about fear and loathing…

I want a motive. I want to focus. Drifting around the infosphere is fun for a while, but seeing others cruising a structured route and making tangible accomplishments fills me with envy.

In times like this, I try to remind myself of Steve Jobs’ message to a Stanford graduating class – take life as it comes, it will all piece together when the time is right. I can only hope that my decaying short-term memory and my inability to filter my thoughts as fast as they escape through my mouth and fingers doesn’t hinder what good I have yet to bring to the world. I can’t imagine how many others in my age range can identify with this; I know I’m not alone.

Once again, I leave you answerless and probably less informed than you came. Hopefully you can relate, though, and ask me questions that my working memory hasn’t yet processed.

Edit: I’ve spent entirely too much time reviewing this and wondering what others will think of it. It doesn’t matter; I’m as clueless as the rest of you and I should stop pitying myself for being so. In fact, disregard this paragraph; I don’t want to delete it because I want to look back years from now and know the full extent of my paranoia.

I wish I’d given that girl at the cidery my contact info.

I was very intimidated by the bachelorette party at Americana. Imagine a room full of 20/30-something year old women and all the wine and fudge one could every consume. That was my reality.

Twitter is revealing to me it’s power. This morning, I browsed tweets by people in this area. I saw a guy posting about the Ithaca Farmer’s Market and regretted not posting that I was there. Around dinner time, I was tasting beer at Ithaca Beer Company and asked the bartender if the brewery had a Twitter account. At the end of the bar, a man sampling beer chimed in saying that they did. He proceeded to mention that he had found the brewery by means of Twitter. I asked if he was the man I’d noticed earlier today and he confirmed that he was. I later found out that he was born at Lancaster General, the same hospital in which Glenn (my step dad) was born. For anyone interested, the man is @follownathan on Twitter and his website is http://follownathan.org

Is mom trying to get me drunk or does she genuinely not want to finish those samples?

The Coddington Bed & Breakfast can expect my business in the future. This second-story deck overlooking Lake Seneca is inspiring.

As some of you have heard, I’ll be working in Valley Forge for my second co-op. Unfortunately, that means I will have a brutal commute.

The scoop — I want someone to rent my room.

The commute for me would take just as long if I drove from home on the PA Turnpike as it would if I fought the Schuylkill Expressway madness. The benefit, however, is that living at home would eliminate the ~$400 rent plus utilities each month.

If you have any interest in taking me up on this offer or finding out more information, shoot me an email to max@fivefourteen.net or contact me by any other means available.

To you and yours 

How many of you can say you had grandparents with an inground pool and a computer before anyone else you knew had one? How many of you were spoiled rotten with birthday shopping trips and sleepovers and pool parties? How many of you got the best home cooking you’d ever eaten from grandma? Who else had a grandma who tucked you in and read you stories and made sure everything was perfect for your sleep over? Whose grandma ever brought them to see the symphony every year and every musical and play ever brought around? Who else has hiked in the woods with grams and gramps in every season of the year?

I could never have asked for better grandparents.