Henry Nam

There was a time I was young and stupid.

I have not yet lived enough to be called old and wise.

Being somewhere in between, perhaps the best way to put it is that I'm young-turning-older and getting a little less stupid.

Yet, even what I think makes so little sense to me sometimes that I feel that maybe I'm still just stupid ... minus the ignorance is bliss part.  Maybe this is bliss; I just won't know until I don't have it any more.

*shrug...

I want a beauty product that'll help me feel beautiful on the inside.  Do that Loreal, and I'll be able to support your motto of "because you're worth it."

Tips for myself dot com .  Advice we feel we need to tell and learn ourselves more than others.

All around me, I'm seeing reminders of everything other than what I should be reminding myself of.

If curiosity killed the cat, we have a serial, cat-killer on the loose.

World War I was known as the Great War until World War II happened.  Will the same happen with the Great Depression?

Yes, I understand the hypocrisies of spending time I do not have complaining about how little time I have, but I'm hoping this'll help me focus for a bit.  Today, I got out at the earliest I have all week: 9:30pm.  Considering bedtime for me has been between 2-4am with a wakeup between 8-9am, I'm surprised I'm not worse off.  Certainly not going to complain about that.  Relatively speaking, things are pretty wonderful, but being a human being, I'm excelling at our primary ...

It's simultaneously become easier and harder to advertise yourself as a musician. These days, everything from child prodigy-turned-50-year-veteran to a person with no musical training tinkering with Garage Band or FL Studio can count as a musician. Social networking sites in addition to many marketing websites make it incredibly easy to put up a professional-looking, professional-sounding website (present company excluded from professional-looking/sounding) with very little effort. Because...

Short version:  Boo hoo.  Whine whine whine.

Long version:  My head feels heavy.  Really, being a student shouldn't be that hard, but like many (oh so many), it feels like school's the least important thing as far as my actions go.  I'm struggling again.  Despite such a wonderful start, a really good previous semester, and all, I'm burning out.  

I think the weekends (or lack thereof) are really killing me, but at the same...

I thought it was pretty funny to be cycling through radio stations and come across one that was talking about a fart heard over a sports cast interview that made even Tiger Woods laugh.  It really seems like bodily humor jokes are among the few lowest common denominators among guys.  That said ...

What stinks more, a fart fart or brain fart?

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Nam