So I was driving in a residential neighborhood while bumping a 2Pac song with my windows down. I pulled my practical family sedan up to an intersection, stopped at the stop sign, and then I felt somebody looking at me. So I looked to my left, and there stood a little boy, no older than nine or ten, smiling at me and raising the roof. That little gesture might have been harmless enough, but I couldn’t help but think that the kid was mocking me. He had a reason to, anyway. I so turned down the music after that.

Posted by KZ on 06/29/03

I love it when business people treat me like I’m one of them. Some guy I met at a party last night nearly creamed himself when I told him that I graduated with an accounting degree. Because you see, he and I understand how the economy works, and how the inner mechanics of a company all fit together. In this world, there are two kinds of people: the staffers, and the shot-callers. The staffers contribute directly to the bottom line, while the big men tell them exactly how to do it.

He was talking a good game about how the amount of sucess you enjoy in business is directly related to your ability to bullshit. “It’s confidence,” he’d say. It’s all about putting on a good show, but also knowing when to admit your faults in order to become a more efficient businessman. Everywhere he goes, he’s gotta network—shaking hands, repeating the URL for his own business’ website a half dozen times, and always keeping his eyes open for a new prospect on that green horizon. He swears against mixing business with pleasure, which I found ironic since he seemed far more interested in spewing business rhetoric at me than he was about the beer in his own right hand.

I know it’s more than likely that I’ll end up in the business world, associating with guys like this by the truckload. I don’t know how I’m going to do it. The whole game seems so feeble and downright ridiculous. All I know is, when I do finally sell my soul, I hope to retain at least a few threads of my humanity.

Okay, now let the games begin. Money! Fuck yeah!

Posted by KZ on 06/28/03

Carlos: FUCKING DAVE THOMAS DIED?
Francisco: Yeah dude, like a year ago.
Carlos: Man, that sucks. And I loved those frosty chocolate frosty things. What were those called?
Nichole: Frosties?
Kevin: Yeah, and you know what else? The Hamburglar has colon cancer.
Carlos: I hate you.

Posted by KZ on 06/25/03

With so many things in life that are perpetually changing, it’s surprising when you rediscover something that never seems to change, no matter how many times you accidentally stumble upon it and toss it aside. Robert Frost laments that “nothing gold can stay,” and I’ve always been inclined to believe him. I still believe the sentiment, because the cynic in me has grown strong. But then there are moments in life that are so infused with meaning or significance or passion or a sense of providence—or even a combination of it all—that compel me to reconsider things. Is there such a thing as destiny? Are we really entitled to (or have been forced to endure) past and future lives? Are soul mates more than mere plot devices in clichéd romance novels? I’d love to believe in all of those things and to understand the meaning behind them. At times, a foolish part of me almost thinks it can. If only the world were as enchanted as we wished it were in our hearts. If only.

Posted by KZ on 06/21/03

Kevin: wow blogger shirts are only $9
Kevin: should i be lame and get one?
Tara: i dunno that’s awfully pathetic
Kevin: lol thanks, i can always count on you to fill in for my absent sense of good judgment
Tara: =O)

Posted by KZ on 06/14/03