Information overload

Today is roughly the anniversary of the last time I tried to blog. Most of the time, I found it difficult to find meaningful stuff to write about without having to annoy myself into thinking that blogging is some kind of a chore that I have to do in order to stay hip and relevant. The way I see it, blog if you got something to say and if you don't, just stay quiet, because its not like your opinion is ever going to become that fresh breath of revelation to anyone who's got a half a brain.

I struggled with the problem of having nothing to say for the longest time, and when I did mistakenly think that I had a few words to give, all I could really share was an empty void carefully disguised to appear full of useful information. But wait a second...Today I think i have something to say.I been thinking about random philosophical stuff. Like for instance.

This evening I arrived to an interesting conclusion that I though must immediately be shouted over the Internet so that the rest of the masses can finally see the emergence of true genius or rather the extinction thereof. I was always great at stating the obvious but today I've outdone myself to actually for an insightful opinion about all things in life we take for granted.

Take electricity for example. The world without it is simply impossible to imagine. Taking away electricity from society would be similar to cutting off both your arms and forcing you to do labor that requires your hands. When kids are born into this world, by the time they get to a certain age they simply assume that this magical force that makes the lights spark and the TV blink is simply part of the fabric of their existence. If you think of it, these days by the time a child reaches the age of 7 they would already have acquired the knowledge that took humanity thousands of years to comprehend. The babies exist in a state of information overload from essentially day one and only the ones that find means of coping with this overwhelming amount of knowledge are the ones who are going to be coined the geniuses of the 21st century, the agents of change and the catalysts of new discoveries that better the humankind.

Sadly, those that are fortunate enough to be enlightened represent only a tiniest fraction of the worlds population. What will happen to those of us who are mediocre and who fail to question and try to understand the very underlying knowledge behind technology that powers our lives? I don't know. We may end up just having armies of sheep following each other trying to imitate each others successes, fighting over the scarce territory of opportunity. The sad fact is that the creative capacities of many are simply overshadowed by those who can digest and absorb all the intellectual nutrients that are practically shoved down our throats as we continue to live in this chaotic blizzard of information. So is there a moral to this rant? Probably not, I just feel sorry for the countless generations to come. Because, face it, our quest for knowledge as a species will never end, the intellectual competition will only get more fierce and innovation will become exponentially harder. All I have to say is good luck to future innovators, and may the present ones survive their own battles of intellectual warfare.

Snow Day fun

Nothing beats a snow storm followed by a a cold sunny day. Waking up to your car buried under a foot of snow is no fun, but the glaring sun makes everything seem so bright and happy. This morning, running late as usual I came outside to realize that I got at least a half hour of shoveling to get the car out. Cursing the fact that I had no sunglasses in the blinding sun reflecting from every square inch of the surface around me, I grumpily started digging the car out. I kept thinking about work impatiently. There's so much cools stuff going on and I am here, pointlessly shoveling the car. All of it seemed to be an extreme nuisance and a waste of time, but the warm thought of things to come kept me amused by my own imagination. Finally, after some serious sliding and skidding down the waterloo side roads I made it to work alive.

typically on days like this the office is quiet because everyone is either not there at all or using the snow day as an excuse to show up in the afternoon. That's fine by me as long as deliverables don't get postponed till the snow melts. Gotta love the web industry, poor weather doest affect business too much. Now alone at my desk I am gazing at the sunlit fields of snow outside my window and everything seems like its going to work out just fine.

I want to build stuff

I woke up today with an unexplainably strong desire to get something accomplished. In my eyes accomplishment can be a somewhat ambiguous term, the definition of which doesn't necessarily reflect what it means to me. A checkmark on a to do list can be an accomplishment to someone, but to me an accomplishment is simply a completed act of bringing something innovative and inherently practical to life. Today I realized that in order to feel alive and purposeful in todays world I need set a goal to always strive towards creating a new product, writing a book or inventing something that can truly improve the quality of life for myself and most importantly humanity as a whole.


I have been relentlessly searching for my true calling since the onset of adolescence, and now in my mid twenties I think I have finally arrived to some ultimate closure as to what I want to achieve in the very short period of time that we call life.

I want to build stuff.
And building doesnt necessarily mean constructing, it means being constantly involved in the development of new innovative ideas. My best quality is the abundance of ideas that race through my dreamy head in a chaotic fashion trying to out run each other to the surface of reality. Realization of these ideas is what makes me feel alive. Having your thoughts materialize into tangible realities brings an incredible rush of satifaction, pride and gratitude the combination of which makes life worth living while impatiently looking forward to every coming day of the mysterious thing that we call the future.