tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70925177052324225012011-04-21T16:27:42.540-07:00A feeling of nostalgia meets existentially disconnectedJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-82963764174632169442007-11-14T17:12:00.001-08:002007-11-14T17:13:08.996-08:00

Ok, so this will be the last time I move (for sure). I am moving my blog to:http://www.joshua-arnold.comI will probably post in both places at first, but by the end of the year I will drop this account. Please come and visit!

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-35521161678509811452007-11-11T13:13:00.000-08:002007-11-11T13:15:23.064-08:00

It's 8:30 and I have a few options. Thanks to the wonders of the Internet:a.) I have a jobb.) I can perform the responsibilities of said job from virtually anywhere in the world.So what's it going to be today? Well, I really don't feel like driving anywhere this morning..."Team,I'll be working from home today."Email sent. Now I'll make myself some breakfast while I wait for some replies...I was

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-80290542705643644472007-11-09T19:07:00.000-08:002007-11-11T09:13:28.842-08:00

This morning I realized I had come so far for reasons that even I had forgotten by then. I stared at the ceiling fan waiting for the next chance to hit snooze. I knew I was only prolonging it, but the day seems much more daunting when you've just found out that you're 2000 miles away from everything that you've grown to love. 7:30? I can still sleep for another hour...Finally, it was time for the

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-68124787480933969642007-11-01T17:48:00.000-07:002007-11-10T16:18:17.194-08:00

Well, I did it. I put it in my two weeks notice this morning and I'm about to embark on yet another life changing journey as I pursue a new career. For those of you who are interested, I will explain my reasoning behind my departure.1. Bureaucracy + Change Management = Non compatibleThe processes and policies that need to occur to change even the smallest aspect of your job quickly becomes a

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-2280487264305592872007-10-29T19:55:00.000-07:002007-11-10T16:21:01.701-08:00

For the past couple of years I've made some interesting shifts in my religious views. Most notably, I made a drastic shift from the bible-pushing/right-wing/conservative arena and began flirting with a more progressive/liberal agenda. It's interesting to see what has come of two years of this game of cat and mouse.I believe it began when this new fad of the pseudo-intellectual bashing of religion

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-41277340040631992092007-10-26T06:56:00.000-07:002007-10-26T06:57:02.915-07:00

Sometimes I can't help but wonder if sacrifice something when I begin with a title. Do I try to conform my writing to suit whatever it was I wanted to say? What about the hidden things locked away in my mind? Do they stay there until next time?I find that I have a strong desire to simply be noticed. Yet, at the same time, it's a desire that stays under very heavy control. I'm not so sure how this

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-56874573607946111952007-10-25T18:01:00.000-07:002007-10-25T18:20:01.021-07:00

I sat out to write a brilliant entry tonight. It may not feel like it to you, but I feel like I've redefined the term. I mean, let's be honest...deep down I wanted to write on par with Max Bemis. That was my first mistake. I can't compete with his lyrical genius. However, in my discovery of my inability to do, I began to wonder what it was that I sought out to accomplish.Is it the audience? Well,

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-67276598896143335002007-10-16T08:04:00.000-07:002007-10-16T08:20:57.516-07:00

I've been spending a lot of my time basically just sitting in my room working on a few side projects. I think I gave up on trying to meet people around here for a little while...I might wait until after my birthday to really start that up again. Normally I would find that depressing but it's really not so bad. All of us can use some alone time every now and then. I'm just taking...about 3 months

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-20128608916508278592007-09-29T18:46:00.000-07:002007-09-29T19:38:27.532-07:00

It's not even a question of repetition or routine anymore. I happen to think that it goes deeper than I can imagine...perhaps it's at a level that's beyond my understanding tonight.I like to break the cycle, only to replace it with yet another. Perhaps we can think of it as a "chain" of sorts. There's no real logic beyond it, nor is there really a purpose...not that I'm aware of at least. I'm

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-89801374641256342502007-09-24T20:04:00.000-07:002007-09-24T20:18:05.344-07:00

You're a curious one tonight, aren't you? Maybe one, or shall we make it two?A slow dance for starters, Another?  Oh, please. We'll rip our way through the lights,  the music,   the heat...Let's light up our adrenaline, our heartbeat, our blood.  We'll run across the dance floor,   and they'll only beg for more.

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-21721086893711646472007-09-23T14:34:00.000-07:002007-09-24T13:13:29.231-07:00

It's been a pretty fantastic weekend. The ride here was...well, I'm going to go with "interesting". Nevertheless, I absolutely love trains so I enjoyed myself the entire time.I spent the weekend experiencing a taste of DC life and realizing that it's a lot closer to where I feel I belong than any other city I've been to (save for tokyo, of course). From art, to the beautiful streets to rooftop

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-31493836415704213722007-09-21T14:53:00.000-07:002007-09-24T13:12:33.264-07:00

So it's been quite an adventure so far...a bridge is out so they had us on a bus for the first hour. That wasn't too bad - just slightly annoying since I couldn't really get much work done.Now I'm sitting in the business class section with an angry old woman behind me. She seems nice and then starts cursing randomly...it's kinda funny actually. We're waiting for another bus to show up before we

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-50539330641038141602007-09-20T17:52:00.000-07:002007-09-20T18:01:07.418-07:00

I wish I had a clever book to read. It feels like I haven't read one in such a long time. I think I might go on an intense search for one very soon. I'll be in a place to look for one tomorrow, I'm sure.Tomorrow, I'll be in DC.Yes, I have decided to take a spontaneous trip to DC. If you know me very well, you'll know that spontaneity and I flirt relentlessly but I just never seem to have the

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-44831286501132771002007-09-17T04:24:00.000-07:002007-09-17T04:31:03.999-07:00

When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.This was the ultimate display of the severity of my insomnia. Admittedly it was cool at first - stay up late to get work done, watch ridiculous amounts of Scrubs and The Office...then it got to a point where I'm becoming bored and actually want sleep.Last night I couldn't sleep.The weirdest part is that I honestly

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-18410355640754632212007-09-12T11:04:00.001-07:002007-09-12T11:13:00.822-07:00

Did you feel the excitement in that title? No? Well...read it again.As you might have noticed, I'm in a good mood today. Let me back track a little bit and cover what's happened over the past 24 hours or so. Yesterday I was so angry that I could have . I was basically given the ultimate block: I cannot switch departments without the approval of my direct manager. In this particular case, that

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-77099341820771466092007-09-10T18:20:00.000-07:002007-09-10T20:26:29.063-07:00

Institute change.Tomorrow I may take a different way home. Perhaps I'll stop off at a cafe and and mingle with the locals. I may even drive for miles until I realize that I no longer no where I am. Incidentally, that is very hard to do around here.Today I struggled through a million different thoughts and I wallowed in my defeat against lack of sleep. It's amazing how one's character is

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-5524843858225314392007-09-07T19:47:00.000-07:002007-09-07T19:51:07.695-07:00

Moving towards another department seems to be the answer to all of my problems. Thankfully I've made quite a few contacts over the past few months that will help me make this transition. The wheels have already begun turning so I'm hoping that perhaps this will be something that happens fairly quickly.This is truly a big step for me. I went from feeling completely lost just yesterday afternoon to

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-45121786674269305092007-09-06T18:22:00.000-07:002007-09-06T18:36:12.979-07:00

I'm committing to an entry a day starting...now. I know I've tried this in the past but, in my defense, I was going for a creative piece of writing per day...and let's face it, that's pretty hard to do without a decent amount of inspiration.This will more than likely be a combination of a few things. I'll be posting normal entries about my life and random things on a daily basis. My main goal is

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-38721904028711819452007-09-03T15:16:00.000-07:002007-09-03T15:41:57.201-07:00

I'm discouraged.After two months of fighting the system, I've been met with a slap across my face every single step of the way and it's not enough to simply watch me fall. Instead, I am kicked while I am down and met with more and more opposition every time I take my stand. However...I'm not one to bend or break.  Regardless of the hit, I will always stand.  I will no longer take the fall.You'll

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-46904250717721897482007-09-01T19:01:00.000-07:002007-09-03T15:27:44.538-07:00

It's interesting how just a single event can spark enough motivation and thought to remove the writer's block that has been plaguing me for the past few weeks. Perhaps "writer's block" isn't the best description for what I have been feeling. I think it could be more accurately described as laziness and a genuine lack of motivation. But when the mood's right and the music strikes that feeling...I

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-4267193076167683802007-08-12T14:01:00.000-07:002007-08-12T14:26:04.177-07:00

Revolutionary Networks has officially begun work on a redesign of the Zee application for the Bridge Academy Charter High School. There are six members of the RevNet team working on this and I will post updates whenever possible. This is looking to be a fantastic project.Short update but it's a pretty exciting one for the team ^_^.

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-36211746134629470672007-08-06T19:28:00.000-07:002007-08-06T19:44:21.516-07:00

It results in an oddly formed, restricted, ambitious employee who flirts with mediocrity and over-achievements on a daily basis.It becomes a struggle to maintain consistency. I am awarded for my efforts and restricted by an attempt to maintain a general system of conformity. Every step is then only a small piece of a well-calculated plan. You can't blame it. You can't fight it. You can only learn

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-28963560520379501352007-07-30T21:00:00.001-07:002007-07-30T21:00:54.861-07:00

If you can close your eyes while listening to The Scientist, and imagine what it would be like to have your own airport ending then you know exactly how I feel tonight. I fear that is the best that I can give at the moment - though I firmly believe that the experience is far greater than any witty phrases constructed by yours truly.I drove through the pouring rain for an hour today. At some

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-17825990407279234592007-07-29T19:27:00.000-07:002007-07-29T19:32:04.088-07:00

I've decided that I'm going to take up tennis. I played for my first time last night - and by played I don't actually mean played a normal game. My roommate and I pretty much just hit the ball back and forth for a couple of hours but I really enjoy it. So it's officially adopted. Next up: cycling.My current routine is to run in the evenings. However, if I'm going to be taking up any other sports

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-42042641846646439942007-07-26T16:47:00.000-07:002007-07-26T17:15:15.150-07:00

I've reached a point where I have too many things to say. I feel overwhelmed when a blank page enters my sight. I cannot look passed it and I cannot see through it. I'm blocked and I'm empty - perhaps it's simply a shift of vision. Whatever the case may be, I must fix it soon. Keep your voice down, now. Here comes the piece you never expected. Never mind the present, the pressure, or the

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-34829082293215729282007-07-25T14:47:00.000-07:002007-07-25T14:51:29.913-07:00

quick update on life: The job is amazing. The apartment is a bit plain but it's quickly getting there.quite simply: I'm loving it ;)

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-78624390875337502032007-07-15T20:09:00.001-07:002007-07-15T20:11:02.323-07:00

It's been a week now. This is where I kindly ask you to try and keep up.Over the course of the next week, I will explain to you why this is different. For now, kindly leave your shoes at the door.I've spent the past week lounging around my new apartment. Few attempts at exploring the area lead to my being somewhat..."lost".It's not real just yet.Work begins tomorrow and I will be on a plane to

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-12866293857264563122007-07-01T18:04:00.000-07:002007-07-01T18:12:15.715-07:00

If I could go anywhere right now, where would you be? Perhaps this time it's not as simple as "I'll see you again soon."Choose one of the many stops this journey may take you.It's always been Phoenix for Peanuts, hasn't it?It's that simple phrase that sparked our hearts with the fire that had lead us to where we are. Have we been endlessly traveling through autumn? Perhaps we've missed the

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-37458313236662771742007-07-01T18:01:00.000-07:002007-09-18T08:10:08.837-07:00

Perhaps it was the cinematic blue that hazed my vision. A gentle afternoon breeze,A running river flowing through the canyons? All pieces of this puzzle we've been struggling to solve for years. I've dreamt of this moment for longer than I've known you. This is just the first morning that I've remembered it. A touch of fatigue and a creeping sense of apathy has transformed my covers into

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-35415796237235027092007-07-01T17:59:00.000-07:002007-07-01T18:00:00.842-07:00

I'll pull the curtains over your eyes one last time, my dear. We promise it will be the end. But in the end, we're never fixed. Count it twice, count it three times. We both know what it's going to be. You'll shut your eyes at ten and never open them again.We raises our voices loud enough to hear. As you reach for the light as it appears. And I'll whisper softly in your ear:"Remember

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-26929740677523536162007-04-17T08:41:00.000-07:002007-04-17T08:42:22.578-07:00

I'll paint you with brilliant colors, Or perhaps I'll even write you a song.Perhaps it will be as soft as my whisper, Or maybe as harsh as my heart.Rest assured it will be unmistakable. I am not one to go unnoticed.

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-41935050575485093322007-04-02T22:08:00.000-07:002007-04-02T23:04:25.063-07:00

Perhaps you can wave my late sentiment, And I'll overlook the stains on your dress.We'll call our sins even, equal to the "t". You'll even carry a new indifference.Why don't we dance a slow dance, tonight? Or perhaps that isn't enough for you.Nevermind the innocent, embrace the indecent, And I'll carry your head down to your pillow.Rip away these walls between us, We're not going anywhere but

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-37507185466458164122007-04-01T18:44:00.000-07:002007-04-01T18:46:02.854-07:00

It's a feeling of isolation.Perhaps a lonely sense of confusion.Given any particular moment,I would take your place.Maybe it's the vow implied from birth,Or maybe it's the feeling I've had since you left.Let's call it a sense of guilt, or even regret,That has brought me to this place to miss you.Come home to us all.My brother, My friend.

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-13466578705130966032007-03-30T15:20:00.000-07:002007-03-30T15:22:28.023-07:00

I'll fill your morning with words that could last a lifetime. Have you noticed how bright these days have been as of late? A cup of coffee and a smile on your face, You're the splitting image of a dream I once had.We'll make it a walk in the park. Can we make it snow this time? Better yet, we'll watch the four seasons. And every morning it's the same smile.How do I begin to explain it?

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-52663782518200886662007-03-29T15:55:00.000-07:002007-03-29T17:44:36.605-07:00

It's a brand new day today,It's the climax of the song.I closed my eyes tight this morning.I was waiting for that feeling of freedom and certainty.My stuff was all in boxes,My car was full with all the memories I chose to keep,It's an easy way to make a statement,But it's not an easy statement to make.I opened my eyes. I took my keys.I'm moving away from all of this.I'm going to find the new me

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-63336303886128739082007-03-28T02:42:00.000-07:002007-09-18T08:14:35.902-07:00

I'm beginning to wonder why I ever questioned myself. I've let go of so much and I'm struggling to find anything worth holding on to from this scrapbook. Every beginning is replaced with the ending everyone knew would happen. Sometimes you just can't feel it until it's real.There's a confidence that you'll never truly grasp. Don't worry, dear, it's not arrogance anymore. Let's call it a sense of

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-80348444950583849522007-01-07T16:16:00.000-08:002007-01-07T16:17:09.731-08:00

It could consitute as a bad day, being that the windows weren't clear enough for me to see through to you. It's almost as if the structured verse of my thoughts has taken away my direct path to you. Would you venture to say that it's more of a detriment to me?A damage or loss of breath could cause me a year without you. A shortness in the life of a thought could cause me 5 to 10. Averages never

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-91300783117909040252007-01-05T20:39:00.000-08:002007-01-05T20:42:29.751-08:00

I'm in love with the shy girl, And she's too modest to notice me.She makes angels in the snow. :: and my life tends to shine through her eyesI'm in love with the quiet girl,And her silence brings us closer.She looks beautiful in the rain. :: and i pray for rain every single dayI'm in love with the listener, And my words reach only her ears.I'm relatively certain I saw my breath tonight. Wait

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03780119364537792133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092517705232422501.post-79105682683383611112006-12-22T15:11:00.000-08:002007-01-05T20:41:47.943-08:00

I haven't spoken to you in ages, dear. How is that you still love me? Quite simply put? It's a force of habit. I've thought about you everyday since our last exchange. Tell me, have I crossed your mind even once since last November? Why yes, my love...if awaking to a small pain in my chest will suffice.Shooting stars and endless skies followed us everywhere. Tell me, have the stars shined for

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