I wish I lived in a time where things were simpler.

I wish I lived in a world without cell phones or text messaging.

I wish I lived in an age without satellite television or extensive libraries of pirated mp3s.

I would give anything up in this day of communication for the inconveniences of romanticism.

I want my mind to be free from the expansive clouds of pointless information I've acquired through the years of living in the post-modern wasteland.

I wish I lived in a time where I was not constantly being marketed or manipulated or coerced into buying or joining or trying or sampling.

The irony of living in a world where we're all connected is that ultimately none of us are.

I miss using the cordless phone to place a single call that so much depended upon, knowing that leaving a message just wasn't the same as actually hearing the other person's voice on the other line.

I miss feeling the sheer elation, the ecstasy, the indescribable joy of buying an album on CD and listening to it on repeat for weeks at a time in the boom box of my parents basement, on my stereo in my room, and in my walkman as I feel asleep each night, mouthing the sacred words as I fell asleep with nothing else on my mind.

We have no romance. No stunning narratives. No burning angst. Every question can be answered at the push of a button, every desire met for the just the right cost, every meaningful story spoon fed to us using just the right mediums for us to understand.

We are drunk with boredom and apathy and the omnipotence of information and convenience.

And I hate us.

And the irony of this entire post is that I'm writing it on a blog that most readers will pass by it with about as much interest as they will a recent twitter update.

Perhaps my reason for writing such an apocalyptic entry is that I'm burnt out and tired towards the end of the school year and I'm frustrated that my life isn't as simple as I like it to be. I've been pulling 11+ hours days at work for the past month, and it all won't end until the end of this month. Which is fine, because I got myself into this gig, but it still can challenge your sanity.

I remember in college I used to think about all the beautiful and important and meaningful moments on a daily basis. And I'm basically still the same person who sees those things and longs to tell someone about it. I just haven't been making time to observe things and reflect on them like I should be, and that's frustrating.

I'm sorry, reader.

Recent Happenings

I really am not a bad blogger, it is just the whole "no news is good news" type attitude. I have been spending all of my energy on teaching, trying to find a job for the summer so I can get out of my crappy YMCA part-time gig, and finding a teaching job next year. All of these things have lead to nothing short of daily frustrations and no spare time. I am learning that school districts do not even really think about looking at applications until like August for the following year. Let us take a moment and be honest. I am trying to be a teacher. A career when truly only the organized survive. What are they thinking? It makes me short of breath to even think about the idea of not knowing what I am going to be doing next year until August. I suppose this is where the whole "God's plan for your life" idea comes in, but the waiting time is agony. I am finding that I do not do well without direction...

So that has been 98% of my time. In the other 2% however, I managed to go to Parker's play of "Once Upon a Mattress", which was AMAZING. The kids again blew me away. Mom and Tom pretty much built the set, so I am going to throw in a picture of that as well to get the full effect. Saturday morning, Mom was in charge of the Easter Egg Hunt at the capitol building. Tom was the bunny. Pictures are as follows: