Archive for July 2013

22 is the new 18

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What is the difference between me at 18 and me at 22? At 18 I was moving out of my parents house. And at 22, I found myself  boomeranging right back. Same basement room, but now I was in debt. Four years of school, 120 credit hours, 1 fraternity and 12 musical plays later, and I couldn’t even change my address. Don’t worry though, this isn’t a sad story. It’s more like a comic without pictures.

In the year since I’ve been out of school I have been a dry cleaner, an office aid, a camp ground maintenance man, and a professional performer. The last one being my real passion. But, none of them having anything to do with the four years of Creative Writing  I studied. Funny how that works out. Now I find myself with a serious girlfriend, a good paying gig, and a move to New York City coming this fall. The one thing I don’t have though? The degree.

I worked hard at school: 21 credits every semester, at least 2 plays a year, and countless concerts and cabarets. for 3 years. And then I crashed. Senior year was a nightmare. I didn’t sleep, I ate like a pig and drank like a fish. And after 4 years, 3 degrees declared and debt, real debt, I called it a day. I didn’t “stick it out” or “buckle down” for that all too common 5th year. I got out while I could still breathe.

My parents were mad, my girlfriend was confused, and I was a mess.

One year later, I have a a great paying theatre job, a fantastic girlfriend, a relocation on the horizon, and a blog with my two best friends. How? Keep reading; it’s a funny story.

My life so far has been a weird series of plays, concerts, poetry classes, frat parties, diner epiphanies, and comic book shops. And while I am not going by “the plan” anymore, I think I’m headed in the right direction for the first time in years.

With my work on this page, I’m going to try and show you how school and the real world have been, for me, very opposing ideas. How I have to reconcile my choice to enter the job market and move away from my home state, without a degree. And how despite all this, I’m pretty damn happy for once.

I’m Dan Crary. I have no degree, a great job, and two damn good friends. This is our blog. Stick around and we will do everything we can to make it worth your reading.

-DC

Carrying the Lede

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While studying journalism, I learned that humans are terrified of things they don’t understand. So we, as journalists, are trained to use other people’s stories to make the world a less scary place. Seems simple enough, right? Well, there’s a catch.

See, it’s not enough to write stories that are easy to swallow – journalists themselves have to be clean and inoffensive. Any hint of bias could ruin our creditability, even if it’s just a petition we signed when we were 19 and impressionable.

That’s not  really my style. I love the option of  making politically incorrect jokes and listening to loud music with lots of swearing. I can’t  even pretend to be unbiased when it comes to politics, and I strongly dislike most news outlets for a lot of different reasons.

So with conventional journalism ruled out, how does a young journalist survive in this world? Well, that’s what I’m trying to figure out. I took a year after college to build skills in Adobe Creative Suite and taught myself how to get a website off the ground. I picked up painting and co-founded an organization with two other creative types.

And now we have a blog. This is our blog. You’re currently reading the blog of three different people in three different places with three different minds. My name is Clark. I hope you’re taking notes.

Anyway. I’m twenty four years into my life and still digging for my lede. Picasso had changed the world at this age, and I’ve only changed my profile picture. But that’s the curse of my generation – Generation Y – we are plagued with indecisiveness.

Decision paralysis has found its playground, and it’s in the hearts and minds of Generation Y.

So let’s play along and see what happens. I’ll share my stories, you share yours. Email me your thoughts, and I’ll respond to them in post (there’s a pun there). You and I, dear reader, have just started a wonderful relationship. And I’m getting the whole thing on tape, because that’s all I know how to do.

– Clark

Introductions

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Everyone has a story to tell. I believe that everyone’s story is worth listening to. I’m a counselor now, and if you think about, that’s all a counselor is; someone who listens to other people’s stories. We try to change the ending where we can, make it a happier one, but at the end of day we are listeners. And maybe it is because I listen as much as I do that I have begun to see things, things that have touched me deeply. I’m not just referring to my clients, either. Once you learn how to listen you’ll find the whole world has something to say.

It is because of this that we, myself and my two dear friends Clark and Dan, are starting this blog. I think it’s finally time to tell my story. Which leads me (in one of the most long-winded ways possible) to my point.

We live in amazing times. Technology is influencing society all the way down to how we think. Communication has never been easier, but Dialogue has never been harder. The easier it is to say things to one another, the harder it is to find the courage to say what matters. It is the information age, and we are drowning in it.

Maybe it’s because of this, but we as a generation stand accused. We stand accused being lazy. We stand accused of promiscuity. Perhaps most damningly, we stand accused of “not getting a job.”

Over the course of this blog I hope to address, and refute, each of these charges. I will not do this to point a finger at my accusers (there are far too many people in this world who spend their lives miserable and cursing their parents). Instead, I do this so that we can begin to understand the problem, and in doing so, begin to heal.

You may not be buying it just yet. I get it. I really do. I know how people work; I’ve sold my soul to student loans for the skill. Why should you care what three Montana nobodies have to say? There are a thousand blogs like this one, and beyond that hundreds of thousands of people with stories entirely similar to ours. After all, time is so valuable, and life is so short. If you’re not wondering what makes us worth your time, you should be.

Here’s my pitch; we may not be the first to say what we’re going to say, sure. We certainly won’t be the last. But there is a lot to be said for starting a dialogue. And that is my hope. That we can start a dialogue. That we can walk together for a time. That you can learn from me and I can learn from you, and together we can bring this big, ambiguous thing into the light and be better for the experience.

My name is Austin Logan. I am a graduate student in Counseling at Gonzaga University, and I want you to listen to my story.