Showing posts with label failure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label failure. Show all posts

Friday, November 21, 2014

A Personal Update

FAQ:

What's with your name?
I changed my name when I started travelling seriously and living in other countries. When I came back to the states, I brought a person with me who called me Jack, so everyone else called me Jack, too. Some of my oldest friends and family call me Skyler or Sky. Most of them live in the western United States. Then some people started calling me SkyJack. I like that. But you can call me Sky, Jack, Skyler, SkyJack, or Captain. Those are all the things people still call me, and I'm OK with that. How did I think I was going to have this unique, distinctive, adventurous life without a few different names sticking?

Where do you live now?
I've moved to Las Vegas. It's in the name of my blog now to help people know.

Is your wife with you?
I don't have one of those anymore.

What? What happened?
It turns out I only fall for people who don't have consciences.

Why Vegas?
I've always wanted to move to Las Vegas. I love it here. I grew up coming here at least once or twice a year. My father worked here, my grandmother lived and died here, and I have a cousin and an Aunt here. Plus, work. It might be the only place on earth with opportunities to incorporate my entire skill set. 

Where are you working now?
I'm a Beverage Manager at MGM Grand. It's a dream job for me at this point in my career. I moved my relocation schedule up because they showed interest, and then I was in a holding pattern for a bit, while seasonal managers were moved around and whatnot. Now I'm training and excited about every second of it. There's a lot to take in.

Do you miss Virginia?
I miss some people in Virginia, and I kind of wished I'd seen the leaves change one last time. VA was pretty good to me, when it's all said and done. I did some amazing things professionally, and I saw some stuff I don't think most Americans get to. I lived in Virginia almost exactly the same amount of time I lived in Germany, and I still feel like a German in a lot of ways. Surely, I'll always have a little southern boy in me now, too.

Why didn't you move back to California, either to SF Bay or to live near your mother in SoCal?
I think I might have gotten all the personal development I can out of those places. And moving back to anywhere is symbolically unfortunate. I did consider Los Angeles, but Las Vegas has always been on my target list of places to live. I really want to live in a place where all my friends will visit me from all over the world. Who doesn't visit Vegas at least once? And if they were on the fence about it, now they have a reason to come. I'll always love California, but I don't know if I ever want to live there again.

What about the restaurant?
TBD

When is your new book coming out?
I'm almost halfway done with it. It's the most ambitious project I've ever undertaken in poetry, and it's the most difficult thing I've ever written. Some time in the middle of next year I hope.

Are you going to make any more videos?
I don't think so. I was turned off by the lack of response. Maybe I'll try again, but there's too much going on right now to edit videos. If I had someone to edit them for me, I'd do it.

Isn't Vegas crazy all the time?
Well, it can be. But on my morning runs, inside Las Vegas, I run down a street that often has chickens in the middle of it and there are horses and cows, too. I saw someone walking a miniature pony like a dog. Oh, and burros. And I live next to a fairly big casino. So it's a city of contradictions. I love contradictions. Come visit me and find out.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Economy


This week, MBH and I decided to go on a money fast. A money fast is what happens when you refuse to spend any money at all for a predetermined amount of time. I've never heard of anyone else doing it, but I got the idea from Buy Nothing Day, which I usually celebrate. This is only the second day of our week-long fast, and I accidentally broke it last night when I was stranded at a bar and ordered a Tanqueray and Tonic, my signature cocktail. But it isn't a contest, it's a trial, and one misstep is not the end of the world.

I think that next week, in order to pay a penance for my transgression, I will not drink coffee or alcohol.

See, the economy's hurting everyone, and we can't afford to just keep on buying stuff. We can't buy our way out of our problems, can we? Of course not! Can we save our way out? Probably not. It's always a good idea to save money, though.

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Poetry:
I have been writing more poetry lately. It's hard to get time to do it since I've been pimping English and Shakespeare with Yourdictionary.com and ASC. I am extremely lucky to have two jobs that I enjoy. I was hoping to write less poetry for a while anyway. My work is looking different these days. I'd like to say more "musical," but I hate it when people say that.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

A Word about Honesty

The greatest thing about being honest is that it's easy to spot the liars, who scatter like roaches from the light of truth.

Friday, October 26, 2007

ANOTHER WAY POETRY RUINS YOUR LIFE.

I love you.
I love you, too.
What does this poem mean?
It means this and that.
Oh OK. Does it mean this?
No. Well, I guess it could.
What else does it mean?
It could mean anything.
Who's it about?
It's not really about anyone.
It's not about anyone?
Well, I guess it's just about me.
It's not about Faith Hill?
No; it isn't about Faith Hill.
Who is it about? Just you?
Well, I guess it's about everybody.

I KNEW IT WAS ABOUT FAITH HILL! YOU ARE A FUCKING LIAR!
This is absurd. Why would I write a poem about Faith Hill?
Because you are a fucking LIAR! I HATE YOU!!!