For the love of money
Alber Pujols, for the love of money

Albert Pujols, for the love of money

The American Autumn
The American Autumn

The American Autumn is upon us.

Forever Young
Forever Young

Thoughts on missing school and becoming a grown-up.

Pronouncing My Name
Self Portrait: By John Paz

Pronouncing My Name: You're doing it wrong.

"What Are You?"
"What are you?"

What are you? (I mean besides human.)

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Autumn: The leaves must fall so that new ones can grow.
By now we are familiar with The Arab Spring, which started with unrest in Tunisia and spread like a wild fire across Mid-East nations, many which continue to quarrel with their governments. The scene played out as an exercise in civil resistance and peaceful protest.

The Arab Spring should remind Americans how to get the attention of their government.

Perhaps it did.

The Occupy Wall Street protests in New York are picking up steam, and there has been enough activity on social media streams and discussion boards to suggest that other American cities will follow suit during the coming months.

The unrest of young people across the globe is finally beginning to take hold in the young people who were thought to be immovable objects, the Americans, and it has manifested itself in these demonstrations. The writing is on the wall in England, Spain, Greece, Syria, Libya, Yemen, Israel, and many other places. It appears that it is finally time for us, the sleeping giant, to awaken and stretch our legs.

The world looked at us and wondered:  are the young people of America too distracted to care? Cuts to education spending, shady election tactics, double the average unemployment rate than the rest of the population, and the most expensive education anyone can remember did not seem important enough to act.

Many had given up hope that Americans would stand to demand accountability for the financial collapse that nearly ruined the world economy. I was not one of them.

The signs were everywhere, except on the streets with signs. You had to search online to find the unrest, as that is my generation's preferred method of communication and expression. We had not found our moment, our  Mohamed Bouazizi moment where it all clicked.

Well, this seems like it. The hacktivists asked us to do our part and show up, citing that they can only do so much from behind their computer screens. It had to be us that stopped clicking the "like" button and started making signs, and more importantly start to show up.

We watched our parents take out second mortgages, and watched the banks get free money. We watched as the World Trade Center was attacked, and we watched as war was waged in our name. We watched when Troy Davis was executed despite our collective objections, and we watched as cut after cut to social programs were rammed through congress with no solution to our employment or housing crisis.

We are done watching.

If the plan of Anonymous goes on as scheduled, then surely this is our moment. There are reasons to believe it might fail, but there are just as many reasons it could succeed.

American elitism is giving way to a new global perspective, where we all contribute and protect each other and each other's rights.


This is The American Autumn.

Autumn is defined as a time of late maturity, a time in the development of something that follows its most vigorous and successful phase, before its decline.

But do not fear this decline my fellow Americans, because it will not be a far fall and it's already begun. The financial crisis humbled us and exposed the flaws in our absolute free market model. It will be hard work to gain back the trust of the world. We must look to our brothers and sisters in the middle-east for inspiration, just as they looked to our civil rights leaders for the same inspiration; ordinary people have real power and can change things.


We are late to the game, but it is a game we already know how to play very well. Now, let us show those in power what the will of the people really is; protest for your cause, just as our parents and our grandparents did. Let your voice be heard.

This is The American Autumn.
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Reminiscing about college with a friend, I became nostalgic about being an undergraduate student (which was only three years ago), and began to ponder my next step in life.

I miss going to school. I miss the challenge, the dialog, the exploration, and discussing ideas. It is a pity so much rides on the outcome of college. I wish it didn't, then I'd stay there forever, just because I like learning and ideas.

I didn't have the typical college life; this isn't nostalgia for the stereotypical college partying, drinking, or debauchery I'm speaking of. I genuinely miss talking about interesting things with (mostly) interesting people.

Now, I'm a grown-up. Complete with a full-time job and my own laundry list of regular non-work responsibilities (including laundry).

Being grown up isn't as bad as we were told it would be as kids; responsibilities aren't easy but the benefit of being an adult is doing what you want to do, and only answering to who or what you want.

My childhood was fun but I was always ready to grow up. I always felt like an old soul, an adult stuck in a child's body. I had ideas and I needed access to things in order to turn them into reality, and those things just aren't available to kids. Plus people rarely take kids seriously, and even as a child I wanted my ideas taken seriously.

Now, as an official "grown-up," it's my child-like mentality towards exploration that's one of my most useful and marketable traits. But it's not so easy to venture out into the world just to ask "so whatcha got?"

I miss being an undergrad sometimes
(but then I look at my paycheck :-P )
I'm trying to figure out how to fill this void. Perhaps it's time I applied for grad school. But I think applying to grad school out of boredom is frowned upon at institutions of higher learning. It's just I have so many interests it's difficult to pick the one to pursue for the next three-to-five years.

How does someone who can learn to be interested in anything pick something to be interested in?

What I loved about undergraduate school was the absence of pressure to chose something specific right away. I could explore topics I don't know much about just for the sake of exploring. Even with the pressure on me to graduate promptly, I still took the time to smell the roses and immerse myself in my coursework. I chose classes I wanted to attend.

Physical education, literature, mythology, astronomy, HTML; that's a list of a few of the electives I took during undergrad. I thoroughly enjoyed each of them.

Life is full of so many interesting things to study, how do I pick one? I just have to continue to follow my passion and see where it gets me, after all, I've gotten this far doing just that. Let's see how far I can go.
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