Its great to have some time to mess with this blog for once, Being an Apple OS user at home and a pc user at work have given me a little more of a challenge when it comes to configuring this blog to be more of the way that I would like it to be.

I just joined flickr and now I too can post my photos here with all the other crap I feel like mucking with. It feels good to be able to have such a thing and I look forward to going home and uploading some photos from my friend Mag & Ali's wedding last weekend.

I am sure you are thinking to yourself..."great. some stupid wedding photos" but hey, they may turn out to be more interesting than you think or would like to think anyway.

I just can't wait until I discover the way to post some mpegs here as well....

I can't believe that I have gone almost a month without updating this blog. It seems that I go through phases with the internet. Some days I get really into it and others days find me wondering why I write anything in here at all.

Now that the "big" media outlets have jumped on the blog bandwagon, will their coverage of the news get better? That is a good question to ponder.

Working for such a media outlet, I have discovered a parallel between myself and the Media machine and the old testament tale of Jonah and the whale or maybe its not like that at all and I am just really confused...

mosquitoes, originally uploaded by jekemp.

I just finished reading this novel and as with many books, I think it could be a pretty interesting film.

As the editor-in-chief around these parts, I feel the need to apologize to my readers for the lull in communications. It appears that strange times have befallen this literary ship at sea and through a rough passage of storms and swells, this tiny vessel is once again in sight of distant shorelines.

Sometimes it looks like I use this page to conjure up a vent, its a way to feel the sweet release of all that buried rage but I don't like to be that person. I need to express forms of happiness and contentment with the progress of my life. I have been spending some time on the thoughts of life and living and I am ready to move forward and no longer allow those old demons keep me from the realization of my potential in regards to my life.

I need to find another source of income, pull myself up by the bootstraps and forge ahead free and unhindered by a lack of resource. I fear that the wellspring of ideas that usually flows free could be damaged by my own lack of mental willpower.

It is high time to work, to achieve, and become the man that this stubborn bitter soul occupies. I went out last week on Wednesday night to ESL(formerly the Fountainhead Lounge..) for the last time.
This bar was responsible to awakening me to downtempo music and for that I am grateful but the place has stagnated in the way most places do around here. The novelty is gone and the owner(s) do not seem interested in moving forward. Fine. I hate to say it but I actually enjoy just staying at home and enjoying the fruits of my labour. I am no scenester, well not any more anyways, I really did not get too much out of the experience anyways. I did meet a few really great people that I still get to see on that rare and random occasion but I am not seeking anymore. The search has ended. How can I search for something when I do not even know what it is that I seek?

It has come to my attention that something I said was construed in perhaps a negative way by some unknown person or persons who attended the TPMP session last week and I would very much like to take the time to apologize for this oversight on my part.
At one point while being given the new guidelines to the employee review process, I said in a voice loud enough of the whole room to hear and spoken to no one person in particular that if they could find a monkey that could recognize Dennis Hastert, I would be out of a job. I said this in the hope of relieving some of the tension that seemed to be creeping into the proceedings of the meeting with a little dose of off-beat humour, afterwards, I distinctly recall at the vey least more than half of the people in the room laughing or smiling and a fellow who was sitting behind me who works up in the newsroom whispered in my ear that they already had been working on just such a project. This joke at the time in no way seemed to affect anyone in a negative manner and there was little to no pause in the flow of the meeting afterwards.
I am dreadfully sorry that my style of self-deprecating humour has found offense with other co-workers and I will make a conscience effort to refrain from making such comments in the future.

Many members of the staff through no fault of their own view the company with a certain degree of skepticism. I believe this to be only but a natural reponse to a workplace that knowingly creates an environment of fear. This fear is mainly centered on the the fact that the company I work for lays off large amounts of people in times of perceived economic pressure. Usually the first people to be let go are the most recently hired or the other lowest compensated positions that can be filled again by someone else a just a few months down the road when the company discovers that they actually do need people to be performing these jobs.
How would you feel if you had to foreclose on the mortgage to your home or have your automobile repossessed and then be asked to come back a few months later for less pay? I have never seen any of the executives hurting for money. Why do I get to languish in squalor and still have to live in fear of losing everything? Do I really deserve this type of treatment? How is a free ice cream cone going to repair my shattered credit rating?

I was just served ice cream by Phil Kent, the CEO of Turner. In this kooky pr initiative, executives hand out the frozen stuff to employees. Besides being a nice gesture on their part, I really don't know what this is going to do for employee morale around here though.

Last night I was discussing the phenomenon of the shedspace movement here in Atlanta with my brother and he suggested an even more over the top concept for displaying the work of local artists. He called it crawlspace. I guess you put the work down in a crawlspace and tell folks to just watch their heads!