When you feel burnt out from your daily grind, a short vacation can be rejuvenating. My train ride north two weeks was one such get-away. On my way up to the quiet parcel in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere New Mexico, my mind was shrouded in an eerie mist of negativity. On my way back down south, I was much more content with myself. It was just a weekend away from my city but it was just enough of a change of scenery to reboot my attitude.
Happy Friday, people. It feels good to be productive after a vacation, be it your day job hustle or your side hustle, and I’m in an especially good mood considering I get paid today. 🙂
It’s also easy to get caught up in your hustle which is why it’s important to take some time every day to take care of your self and relieve some stress; working is virtuous but not if you forget to live as well. Being health conscious includes your mental health as well as physical health (perhaps more so) so remember budget time for yourself to avoid burning out.
Personally, I like putting on some lo-fi music in the evening when I’m unwinding from my day job at Wingstop. There are several channels to choose from on YouTube but lately, I’ve been tuning in to some synthwave.
I remember when the year 2020 was the quintessential year for futuristic landscapes in science-fiction. Now, that year is less than a month away. For myself, it will be the year I turn thirty.
When I was a kid, I thought thirty years of age was “old as fuck” (I still jokingly describe that age as such). In all seriousness, thirty can be as young as twenty for modern humans considering how long we can live today and the fact that medical science will only improve our lifespans in the future (disregarding a potential apocalypse that sets our civilization back by centuries). Statistically speaking (assuming that you take care of yourself), thirty-year-olds today are less than halfway through our total lifespan. We have MORE time today to get started doing what we love to do.
Life is what you make it so, what are you waiting for?
Albuquerque gets a negative reputation from news media pessimistic attitudes and too few people overlook the city’s gems. From my own experience, the best neighborhood in the city is Nob Hill (surrounding the University of New Mexico) with a stretch of Central Avenue that caters to nightlife entertainment and chill brew hipsters. The Zinc Bar is just one of the many hangouts where you can order a beer, listen to some guitar strumming, and forget about life’s troubles for a while.
Claudio Tolousse also hosts a podcast called Art Talk Music in which he talks about “all thing music” with a variety of musical talents.
An internet connection is an incredibly powerful tool for storytelling. Unfortunately, most of the attention on the Web is focused on mindless entertainment over education and productive discourse. I’m guilty of this (I am human after all) but I try to create something of value on this blog, something with which people can connect. Perhaps that is all anyone wants out of life, connecting with someone through a mutual value, and we just don’t know how to connect with each other anymore because of all our distractions and superficial life indicators. There are so many voices shouting into the void today and we are all chasing an image of fame.
Perhaps a key to a fulfilling life is to start turning off much of these distractions and focus more on the physical world, the things right in front of us. To focus on the extreme examples of fame is to focus on illusions, most people (by definition) are not going to become exemplary. The best that each of us can do is simply what brings us joy regardless of whether or not it brings you fame. This may be a hard truth for a lot of young people today: most of your life will not be something that can be turned into an action movie; most of your life will be mundane, tedious, and boring. However, if you find something to do in life that brings you joy and fulfillment then fame shouldn’t matter.
Take it from Woody Harrelson, “enjoy the little things.”
The Tractor Brewing Company is a mid-size taproom in the heart of Nob Hill, Albuquerque, down the street from the Nob Hill Business Center. The establishment contains a wide, U-shaped bar for plenty of hoppers to get in and immediately go for a drink. There is also a plethora of tables scattered around the periphery of the building that makes for cozy spaces to sit down with friends for an interesting night. I sat at the bar as I do.
One look inside the beer menu and my eyes are drawn to the Double Plow Milk Stout which I order with some enthusiasm. The bartender (or “beertender” as Tractor Brewing calls them) brings me a pint of the delicious dark brown elixir but, after the first sip, I feel underwhelmed. The taste is okay for a stout but slightly bitter for my own taste. It also is a dichotomy of flavors – through my nose, I detect a hint of chocolate flavor but, on my tongue, I only taste coffee. This particular beer may not be for me.
A look at the specialty beers on the wall menu reveals another milk stout called Milk Mustachio Stout. I may try that one next weekend.
I am willing to try Tractor Brewing again in the future but, at this current point in time, my favorite stout remains the Driftwood Oatmeal Stout from Bosque Brewing Company.
Albuquerque residents, what is your favorite local brewery?
As I walk through my city streets, I see a strange juxtaposition of modern progress. I see rising infrastructure along the skyline with empty windows and “for rent” signs. I see people in suits with high-tech phones stepping over the tattered and dirty homeless. I see cold and desperate people sleeping outside of night clubs filled with affluent and arrogant college students. I see middle-class workers with their heads in their phones hustling between multiple jobs while lower-class street-walkers beg for some charity. I see all these examples of the dichotomy in America’s current success story and I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t have any answers for the poor and the down-trodden besides all the cliches that have already been preached publicly hundreds of times over.
What happened to our sense of community across America?