Tag: engineer

This is a continuation from a series of entries I wrote chronicling my childhood and teenage years. For some reason I got sidetracked — I wrote about ‘that tale from my teenage years‘, and before I knew it I was writing about my crazy relationships and sexual encounters. And then I got talking about The American. I often write as if I’m not affected by what unfolds — chilled, objective — but the truth is… I am. I am effected…

I’ve never written poetry before. I just thought I ought to try. The photo underneath is unrelated, but I took it last night and thought it was pretty! – Evoke love and conjure desire, elicit tears and laughter inspire, craft dreams and banish doubt. It is from within the desolate plains of mundane that the artist’s seed and culture sprout. Bunsen and bellows both brazen and bold, Latent and chemical and forms untold, Exploited, excited, Molded, contorted, Bent to this…

Would you rather be an artist or engineer? This is a question I often ask myself on trains and planes or as I lay in the still solitude of my bed. Do I want to create art so beautiful, so inspirational that people actually enjoy life a little bit more? Do I want to develop infrastructure and technology that provides clean drinking water for the billions without? In this crafted and cultured world, this world without boundaries that we have…