Pedestrian Athletic Conference

My Mountain West Conference was just berated while I was not in a position to counter (can't fight back when impatient old ladies are waiting at the counter). His defense, PAC-10 blah blah blah....

The PAC-10 is this year's ode to mediocrity. Three teams ranked in the top 25 and the rest....well... They were all 8-4, good enough to beat on the cream-puff teams but nobody could really step up into the ranks of greatness. A bunch of could-have-been games and chokes.

The Mountain West is the BCS buster conference and a continuous thorn in the side of the PAC-10. Undefeated TCU, 10-2 BYU. Long live the MWC

Layaway and S***

I feel bad....

A girl just called the store and ask if we were the Footlocker in the mall. Being the only Footlocker in a 50 mile area, I thought about making a joke, but I thought to myself "it's early, let that one go." I said, "yes we are." He is the conversation that followed:

Valley Girl: Ummm, okay. Do you guys do like, layaway's and S*** for Christmas?

Me: (beat) Yeah, we do.

Valley Girl: Ummm, okay, so like if I came in and bought an 80 dollar shoe for Christmas, like
how much would I have to put down?

Me: 20 percent.

Valley Girl: (pause) ...annnnnnd how much would that be...?

Me: 16 bucks

Valley Girl: (quickly) Okay sorry I am like being retarded or something.

(Silence)

Valley Girl: Ok, Thanks!

Me: No problem, thanks for calling.

After I hung up, I felt really bad because I made her feel stupid on purpose. And I think my self-righteous attitude probably did not help the situation. So to everyone out there who will be calling footlocker today; Please attempt to sound intelligent so I don't feel bad for exposing your inability to do basic math.

Letter of Regret

Dear Coach Whittingham,

As a fan of the Brigham Young University Football program, please allow me to formally apologize for and in behalf the actions of a few fellow fans, players, and students directed towards your organization.

We wish to express our gratitude for such a wonderful rivalry between two excellent football teams that has generated hundreds of thousands of fans, memories and revenue dollars for the greater Salt Lake area. Please disregard our blatant disregard of sportsmanship when our players call your team, organization and university 'classless', or incite that your team is an unworthy opponent. We seem to overlook the devastating loss from last year or thrice escaping embarrassment by the skin of our teeth in recent games. Never mind our own fans and students who physically harassed your wife and daughter after the game; but yet take the time and effort to publicly reprimand those who verbally 'assault' us at Rice-Eccles stadium. Please try to overlook the fact that we refer to your school as a second-class school full of drunks and godless heretics (despite our school being a private Christian organization which teaches us not to judge), when you school population is, in-fact, over half LDS.

Coach, football is a great sport. If I may, the greatest sport on this earth. We hope that you will continue to better the athletes of this fine game, despite our poor attitudes. We hope you will continue to ethically fuel this great rivalry for years to come, despite our childish antics. Please welcome us back next year for a great game - and we pray that you will not run us into the ground; God knows you have every right.

Sincerely,

BYU Fans

PS - If Max Hall were actually consistent enough to warrant even a second glance for the Heisman, and I actually got a vote; I'd drop him from the ballot for his incredibly brainless and childish blunder.

Nine to Five

Is it really impossible to find worth-while things to do between the hours of nine and five? Is that an unreasonable request? Most people have aspirations to find a job that will guide them to riches, early retirement, nice houses and the easy life. All I want is a job that will challenge me to work harder and be better then I was yesterday; something that, when completed, I can look back upon and be proud of. Proud to have been a part of the job, proud to have changed someone's life, proud to have worked my tail off to make this rock we live on a better place.

Then I will expect the riches and a nice house. But no retirement, there are things to be done here.

(847) 497-0648

I have a google voice number now. It is quite possibly the coolest thing that's happened since I had a rootbeer float for breakfast.


Don't mock my float, or I'll block you from my google voice number.

Call me totally nutty, but...

"Former U.S. President George W. Bush says multilateral diplomacy is the key to resolving the standoff over North Korea's nuclear program.During a speech in Seoul, South Korea Wednesday, Mr. Bush said the six-nation talks are "the best way to bring peace to the Korean peninsula."The United States, China, Japan, Russia and South Korea have been negotiating with North Korea since 2003 to convince the communist regime to abandon its nuclear weapons program in exchange for economic aid.(http://www.voanews.com/english/2009-10-14-voa12.cfm)"

Okay, I know this is a totally crazy idea, but why not just shut down our nuclear weapons program? It seems like everyone else would be more willing if the country who was asking everyone to disarm wasn't stockpiling their own nuclear arsenal. I understand why we have enough firepower to blow a whole in the earth, but I don't understand why the U.S. thinks anyone will listen to them while we have a gun pointed to their head.

Point #2: If someone launches a warhead at us, we're screwed, right? There is nothing that will prevent a catastrophic event on our soil. So the entire purpose of having the warheads is to screw the other guy before we go down. If we truly wanted peace, we would abandon that mentality and disarm our own program while we ask for the same of others.

Or we can let everyone armor up and hope no one has a hot trigger finger. I live in Idaho, so either is okay with me.

Politically Stupid

I am relatively new to the political scene, only really having an opinion of my own for the last few years. However, in my ideological youth I have started to realize that politics seems to only be driven by hate, and not ideas; which is something I cannot understand. I don't understand why some one's background, education level, religious faith and ideal system makes them less worthy of a good idea then the next. I am from Chicago, raised in an entirely different world than my wife; she was raised on a dairy farm in Southern Idaho. Yet, somehow we seem to come together and live a happy life built on mutual respect for one another's ideas (well, that and the fact that she is my wife and could very easily beat me up).

People are not dumb because they think differently - a little caveat I picked up in 8th grade political science. A class by the way, that indoctrinated me in the ways of the Democratic Party, later I went to one of the most conservative universities in all the land (enough of the right to even make my father speak up). Yet I can still see the best of both worlds and value the opinion of both parties. Call me crazy, but I thought that was the point.

One of my favorite writers summed it up like this: "You hate us because you think, we think you're stupid. We hate you because we think you're stupid." An unfortunate observation of American Politics.

Our Fathers would be proud.

Laureate this

The Nobel Peace Prize has been awarded 89 times to 119 Nobel Laureates between 1901 and 2008 – 96 times to individuals and 23 times to organizations. Among the prestigious list; Barack Obama, who has been tirelessly working on the world stage to broker peace for 3 years since he began his U.S. Presidential campaign.

Wait, I think I typed that wrong. Or lost my sense of time. Did I just say three years? I must have meant thirty. It must be 2039, and since his time in the White House, former President Obama has been traveling the world giving peace talks and bringing people together with his wining smile and paparazzi groupies.

Nope, I was wrong. It's still only been three years since the world even knew who Barack Obama was. But I guess his half-a-dozen speeches on world peace were so powerful as to warrant a Nobel Peace Prize. Good news! Next year Norway is handing them out at the Miss Universe contest. Every girl who wishes for world peace goes home a Laureate!

The Pop Culture phenomenon continues.

Things Overlooked

My thought for you today is on the importance of the souls around you; which is something I don't think I ever really understood until I was married. I feel as though I have usually understood my purpose in life as it related to those around me and normally recognized the worth of those who were a part of my life. However, I am beginning to realize how special each soul is. My wonderful wife gave up many things for me. She was willing to change her way of living to match mine; from the career that she was to pursue, down to the TV shows that she now considers her favorite. It's the little things that I used to overlook; she watches my stupid political drama because I like it, and although I know she doesn't really care for it - if someone asks her what TV shows she likes, she will list that show in with her others.

Sacrifice is an amazing litmus test for Character; if the people you interact with are willing to sacrifice for you, you know they love you. Who knows why, but they do. And that love cannot be taken for granted or overlooked, its much too precious. In my case, its the beautiful woman whom I wake up next to every morning; I must thank God for that. Who is it in your life? Who is watching your stupid TV show? Not sure? Just take a look at the little things.

Job!

Got a good lead on a job tonight and haven't been able to sleep a week yet! But I am pretty sure that my pounding head ache is a pretty good sign that I should probablly "hittin' the hay" another shot.


Be back in 10 min.

I need a water-proof laptop.

I got in the shower this morning and completely finished my story in my head. I rushed to get out (had to wash my delicate hair first) and put it down on paper. I got about five pages done --not bad, considering. But it's still not done. Perhaps during tomorrow's scrub down. Either way, I have decided to install a water-proof computer in my shower.

Skype anyone?

Writing

Before our humble little apartment turned into a Holiday Inn, I did get a little writing done this week, here's a small tidbit:


INT. RADIO STUDIO

Tony Enters the room as Aaron begins the next segment. Tony
quickly puts on his headphones and joins the broadcast.
Clark, who is watching through the window, gestures his
disapproval of Tony’s lateness.

AARON
6:48, it’s Aaron and Tony in the
morning. Monday morning
quarterbacking is one of my many
skills; so much so that I almost
quit school and entered the draft.
However, I have decided that in
reverence to the painful death our
beloved Trojans suffered on
Saturday, I will refrain from
demeaning what little hope our
student body may have left in the
remainder of the season.

TONY
This decision, of course, has
nothing to do with the fact that
every single person on that team
could eat you and still have room
for seconds?

AARON
(Matter-of-factly)
Oh Absolutely.

Aaron hesitates, Tony looks up at him over the top of his
glasses and attempts to hide the smile beginning to form at
the corners of his mouth.

AARON
...They’re incredibly large men.

Tony laughs softly, looking back down at his stat sheet.

TONY
Well, large or not, the Trojans
certainly struggled with the
fighting Illni as they could only
muster up 68 yards in pass...

AARON
(Interrupting)
68 passing yards! That’s not true
he had at least 300!

TONY
...and apparently Aaron has
overcome the fear of bodily
injury...

AARON
Oh wait, I forgot we can’t factor
in the yards after interceptions.
Too bad, because having three of
his six interceptions returned for
touchdowns would have really
bolstered the "Yards after Catch"
stat column.

Tony’s phone, which has been sitting on the large desk in
the room where Tony and Aaron sit at, vibrates. He silences
it, then picks up the phone to read what appears to be a
text message.

TONY
(While reading)
Carter started the game, after
entering last week’s game against
the Hawkeyes after Greg Yancy’s
injury.

AARON
...And why are we starting a true
freshman anyway?

TONY
(Still reading the text,
Speaking a little slower)
...Had to do something with all
that scholarship money...

AARON
And to think I studied for the ACT
in hopes of getting a small,
financial kickback.
Tony sets, the phone down and stares at the papers in front
of him. At first, it seems as though he is blankly looking
down. But his eyes begin to give his anger away.

AARON
Well sports fans. Be thankful that
our fine athletic teams at Lincoln
University are not in the Big 10 -
or we would have to endur that kind
of beating every weekend. But with
Western coming to town next
Saturday, I am sure everyone’s egos
will be up and booming in no time.

Did I miss the weekend?

Salena and I hosted some of Salena's family this weekend. It was quite possibly the most fun I have had in a weekend in a long time. However, I have learned some interesting things about kids that I knew before, but never experienced:

-My parents weren't messy people, it's true that you might never see a clean house until the kids are in college.

-I need to order some sort of mouth filter before I have toddlers.

-Sleep? When?

-Seriously, I watched Kung Fu panda 4 times.

All in all, it was a great weekend; I had so much fun with the kids and it was really great to bond with family that I don't get to see nearly as often as I would like.

We can boogie on down...

I've just decided that anyone who can listen to Earth, Wind and Fire and not be in a good mood is either deaf or hormonal.

That is all.

C.H.I.P.S

Running some errands this morning and I drove by a cop who had pulled over a Chrysler Sebring (I am not taking the time to find out if that's spelled right, take that journalism school!). Here's the thing, the cop was driving a bike, a pedal bike.

Not kidding, the guy turned his little handlebar, L.E.D lights on and peddled down the Chrysler and pulled him over. I drove away with a little smile on my face. On the way back home they were still there. Another bike cop and joined the fray and was now searching the vehicle. The young and now stressed driver was sitting on his hands on the sidewalk while the car was being searched. The bikes were safely kick-standed in the middle of the right lane of this five-lane road. I drove by with this thought: "Obviously this kid is in some trouble. So if he's getting arrested, who's bringing him in?"

"Alright son, your under arrest. Once we've handcuffed you I need you to jump on the handle bars so we can take you downtown."

Written proof that my brain is still functioning

Deep thoughts while I was driving to work yesterday:

Why are there certain talents in life that we as a people don't appreciate? For example, I am a remarkable driver when driving with my knee. Seriously, I can eat a four-course meal and navigate main street traffic with missing a single bite. Why has no-one ever given out a kudos for that talent? Why do insurances not give discounts for that? "Mr. Russon I have noticed that you have an exceptional driving record...and you can drive with your knees, that qualifies you for the..."

Or how about people that can listen to your incessant babbling while accomplishing other tasks. That is an amazingly productive talent that has been chalked up to discourtesy. What would the world be like if we had to stop what we were doing and look you in the eye every single time someone wanted to talk. I am calling Covey; this should certainly be a habit of a highly effective person - not a rude one.

I had more....but my rant caused me to forget the rest. So marinate on these until next time.

This is why high school bullies are so important

Just watched Bruno on the TODAY show and I am completely baffled at what I saw. Matt Lower actually attempted to determine whether or not Bruno was hopelessly stupid or truly as offensive as everyone believes.

I think the jury is still out.

You remember those kids in high school that so desperately wanted to be cool that they did anything to get your attention? In my high school, those kids would make a mockery of whatever was the serious subject at that moment, doing their best to offend, mock, and belittle in such a manner that gets them the attention they desire.

Here's the thing, I thought that all of these kids were mocked enough and beaten up enough to get over this phase and become normal people. Whoever was supposed to kick the crap out of this Bruno kid apparently forgot to do his job.

A matter of perspective

I have always taken an interest in the way people act towards others when nobody else is looking. As the old cliche says, "A true test of a man is how he acts when he thinks no one else is watching."

Yesterday I had this thought: I am a very religious person; I believe in God, and I believe there are responsibilities connected with my beliefs. Because of my beliefs, I often find myself trying to become a better person, but not always because I want to be, because I do not want to offend the God that is always watching.

Now I have met a number of different people throughout my life who had no belief in God, or any other Supreme being, who were genuinely good people; in or out of the gaze of others. They did not believe that someone or something greater than them was watching over their actions, yet they were good to all those around them anyway; for no other reason than to just simply "treat others as you...."

You know the cliche, but some people just know how to live it, regardless of who is watching.

Someone for America

Ever since Rob Lowe assumed the role of a young and auspicious writer in a TV series not nearly popular enough among those of my generation (I guess I missed the memo that people my age were supposed to be watching "The Hills" and what-have-you reality shows), I have wanted to be a political speech writer. After some encouraging words from a friend, I have rekindled the fire in that dream and started writing again. Thanks Brandon.

Now, to find someone crazy enough to run for office...

Hightower for America?

Running just to catch myself

I am certain that May is the fastest month; the other 11 never seem to get away from me as quickly.

About four years ago, I had an idea to open a lounge-type establishment that would give students and community members in this town a place to enjoy live entertainment and eat good food without having to pay $40 at a restaurant or travel four hours south. Now, years later, I have partnered up with two other brilliant friends of mine and I am closer than ever to opening that lounge! Details to unravel in time, but for now we have determined location, name, menu, entertainment and break-even and profit points. The goal is to be open the first or second week in September - the fourth or eleventh. Most of all, it means I could be living in Rexburg longer than I ever imagined or desired, but what do you do?

Salena is moving right along in school and loving it. She will be done in January-ish (January is wishful thinking, the ish was added for a better sense of reality). Work is still there, despite all protest.

All is well, and thus concludes the month of May.

Slammed by a Blogger

Perez Hilton was on GMA this morning and said he wished that Miss California would have had an answer that would have been more general. Matt Lower said, "then wouldn't she be pandering to everyone?" Hilton responded no, but he thought she should have an answer that would please everyone.

Cause that's not pandering.

This guy is a small, juvenile person is scoring some cheap points because he doesn't agree with a beauty queen, who by the way stood up for her values, something that is more American than judging values. Last time I checked, America was based upon the freedom of ideas; the opportunity to express our opinion without being mocked or demeaned.

Miss California stood up for what she believed in, regardless of what this fraction of a man, or anyone else wants to hear. She should be honored, not mocked. As for the bumbling idiot, who had to resort to name calling and expletives when defending his position (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/04/21/miss-california-i-pray-fo_n_189430.html), send him back to his self-gratifying, time wasting, worthless celebrity watching; I am sure it's the only thing someone with his brain power is good at.

Is this Days of our Lives?

Italians are pioneering new treatment for coma patients. The concept is doctors bring in beautiful Italian women wearing next to nothing and have them move sensuously around patients in a last-ditch attempt to awaken them.

Interesting. what sort of success rate do they have?

Funny you should ask.

For males, the success rate is reportedly 98 percent. It has even worked on a few dead guys.

I just think that men have a stronger will to keep on living. And the other 2 percent were probablly gay.

Freedom to get a new job...

The Idaho House voted 48-21 yesterday to allow pharmacists—but not pharmacist technicians or other staff members—to refuse to dispense prescribed medication based on religious or moral objections, despite arguments that said the law would have major unintended consequences for the elderly and for employers. The law is called the 'Freedom of conscience' act.

All rational and logical arguments aside, I think there is a point to be made that no one has brought up yet; why was this not presented to you in school? Do pharmacists go to four years of undergrad schooling and then on to pharmaceutical school without ever thinking that there might be drugs out there that they might not agree with? I really like the atmosphere of a sophisticated bar and have every needed skill to be the most popular bartender in town. One issue; I don't drink - never have. I think alcohol is addictive and dangerous. I determined that this slight conflict of interest would deter my effectiveness as a bartender and moved on to another career.

Pharmacists distribute drugs prescribed to medical patients. They have an obligation to withhold any drugs that I may abuse or in anyway endanger my health. But no one should be endowed with power as my personal medical guardian unless I permit it to happen.

Besides, doesn't this world have enough problems without pharmacists withholding birth control medication because they think the couple should be married first. Then what? Withhold their prenatal drugs because they didn't listen to you?

Go play God in somebody else's Walgreens.

10 pages down...

This summer I had an idea for a TV show that I thought would make a killer story. I have written about 10 pages of the pilot script and I am still not sure exactly what the story is.

This crap is hard.

24 hours in Boise

Took a weekend jaunt up to Boise Sunday morning for the wife's Hairstyling show (I am almost sure this is where people get together and show off, but I am not sure) - and after going to a random church I explored the State's capitol city for most of the day. Both outsiders and Idaho residents be shocked when I tell you; I actually enjoyed this city. Who knew.

Textual Healing

I have made a new commitment to attempt real communication with my friends and family instead of Seven word statements that usually end up mispelled and misunderstood.

And this has nothing to do with the last wireless bill I got...

Old Times

Having most of the old cast back together for ER last night was awesome. Now I remember why I loved that show in the first place!

No stomach for the 2nd

I woke this morning with a sick feeling in my stomach and much has not changed after reading this morning's top news from ABC. A man by the name of Micheal McLendon went on a shooting spree today, killing 10 people including his mother and a 18 month old child before killing himself. ABC has the full report: http://abcnews.go.com/US/story?id=7055006&page=1.

What could possibly trigger someone to do this? Has life really turned on someone in such a way that they would become so possessed with rage and hate to gun down an unsuspecting community?

We live in a dangerous time, a time when people can take lives into their hands and cut them short by applying a small amount of pressure to a trigger of a gun that was probably purchased legally. I hope all Americans will take a moment to realize that these situations never entered the minds of the framers of the Constitution when they gave us a right to bare arms. Ten people lost the right to live today, because someone exercised their 2nd Amendment privileges.

I don't think the sick feeling is going away.

Was there a sign up sheet I missed?

When I was 16 years old, I had a strong desire to be financially independent if not (and this was my true hope) filthy, stinking rich. I had illusions of bachelor pads on the North side of Chicago - I decided it would be off the 157, a nice car and my only worries would be those at my magnificent job that others would beat up small animals for. Now at 16, who doesn't have this ambition? But at 18 I made the plan to do it and at 22 I caught a glimpse of plausibility, I actually watched the chance unfold before me.

Then I met a girl, and she screwed everything up!

Now I am sitting in an apartment next to my space heater (darn right; I am not turning on that furnace unless Dennis Quaid shows up and tells me to head to Mexico) typing on blogger. Actually I am more pecking than typing because the aforementioned girl is sleeping on my other arm and I have lost all feeling in my fingers.

My life hasn't exactly turned out the way I envisioned at 16, but I realized tonight that it is exactly how it should have unfolded. I have something now that I hadn't penciled into the earlier plan, I found someone who will fall asleep in my arms and put my hand to sleep, someone that will read my blog and tell me that the post on Constituency did make sense and was not just a slew of incomprehensible ramblings from a wanna be writer, I found someone that gave up her life to become a part of mine. She has quickly become the most important thing in my life and right now, my only purpose is to make sure that she never feels that she is not special. The happiness I could have had living as a wealthy bachelor in Chicago is nothing compared to how complete I feel when she smiles (although she is usually smiling when she sees a baby - and that brings a whole new busload of troubles!). She is my life, and I couldn't have planned it better.

So, for now it is just me, the sleeping wonder, and the space heater; Forming new plans to change the world and make a difference in the world. Or to make babies, which ever comes first.


And somewhere down the road we will be filthy, stinking rich.

No, I don't think so. Not Today.

The Founding Fathers used the phrase, "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." it began as the opportunity to achieve greater material prosperity than was possible in their countries of origin. Since that time a dream of a better life has grown into the minds and hearts of Americans as a possibility to achieve anything they put their mind to. The American Dream is the freedom that allows all citizens and most residents of the United States to pursue their goals in life through hard work and free choice, from financial stability to making your kid as smart as he can possibly be. However, it seems to me that the American dream has certainly received quite the butt-kicking in the past few months and people seem to be "waking up."

Jobs are being lost and fathers are not bringing home what is needed to keep the family in a home. Mothers are working part-time at Dress Barn in hopes of keeping their children in the school band - whose funding was lopped in half last year due to budget cuts. Students graduating with degrees and thousands of dollars in debt are moving on to manage the local Hollister in hopes of a steady paycheck and, God willing, insurance. Everyone is trying to make life continue through the hard times. But everyone seems to be lulling away into a sleep of sadness and despair that their is nothing they can do about it, and they are not dreaming of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

Get Up.

The American Dream is not just thinking about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness - it is actually pursuing it. The American dream is the manager at Hollister deciding to do what he want to do, and what he went to school to learn. It is someone who stands up and says "No, I don't think so. Not today. I do not accept that the economy is bad and that their is nothing that I am to do about it. I do not accept that their are no jobs out there for me at this moment." Make one. Find someone. We cannot sit by and wait for our problems in life to present the solution, sometimes we need to make one.

I am a newly-wed, recent graduate with no money and a dead-end job. I really don't think I have anything go for me right now, nor anywhere to go.

No, I don't think so. Not today.

Stimulating...

Here's an idea.

Why not just cut business taxes? Land, sales, or otherwise. Give them a break, allowing them to lower prices and hire more people? I mean, I don't care how bad the economy is: I found three packages of Chicken (Naturally raised, even) for ten bucks and I bought them without thinking twice! I don't need that much Chicken, but I can't say no to $3.43.

Someone tell me why this wouldn't work. Why create a $1 Trillion stimulus package when I can help the local economy by them just lowering the price of chicken?

Constituency

The newest battle in my life is that between constituency and apathy: I am trying to figure out where my beliefs of the right way of going about things, and my obligation to share that belief run against my feelings that its none of my business how people live there life.

No one asked for my opinion - but those who keep silent never really get anything done, that in addition to they often become entirely apathetic to every cause they ever believed in. On the other hand, my personal constituency has now doubled; to two, and that might be enough for a while.

Maybe politicians do have it the easiest, I mean, they just tell everyone what to do...

The Doctrines of Dry Erase

I came to a conclusion this morning that everything important in life I learned on a whiteboard. The way a learn is by teaching things - and when I teach, there is always a whiteboard within arm's reach. Things in life just make more sense when written in dry erase:

-When I was sixteen, I wrote down a few ideas on a whiteboard about a company I thought would really run the table in the entertainment production. Today I am the director of business development for a new production company based in Los Angeles.

-At the age of 20 somebody asked why I believe in God. After that it was no longer just a belief for me.

-Shortly before I enrolled in college, a friend asked me how to respond to a rough situation he was placed in. A few moments later I hatched my first PR plan, and also a new career.

-In 2003, I watched an episode or E.R. and was completely blown away. I went to my room and wrote a few ideas down and hashed out a new passion for telling a story.

-Anything I that I ever did well in college began life on a whiteboard--except proposing to my wife; but I could have rocked it if I my pre-game was set with markers and an eraser.

-I interned with one of the largest PR firms in the world, but my desk was no where near anything that even resembled a whiteboard, now I know why I never quite hit my stride there, but I hear the offices with windows get the goods.

I just moved into a new place with my very own office right across the hallway, right now I have two white boards mounted-but I am hopeful for one or two more, and a surety of a bright future.