The Studio

You've probably been wondering what the heck is going on with these graphical advertising do-dads on my blog...well, I've been helping some co-workers beta test some contextual advertising widgets. Digital advertising, it's all the rage now. You'll prolly see more posts in the near future with random name dropping, like iPod, or Wii, or, I dunno, Kitchen Aid. Who knows, there may even be a product review or two...highly unlikely me thinks, but one can dream.

Gah, why am I working on New Year's Eve...?

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!

My dad just gave me one of those small cards that you carry around in your wallet...it reads "I am a Catholic. In case of an accident, please call a priest." Now, I really don't mean to be sacrilegious, but in case of an accident, please call 911 first. =P

Addendum: Tiff makes a good point...Please call 911 first, then my parents. Then if I'm really dying, please call all my friends. In that order. Thanks ;-) No need to call a priest because I'm sure my parents will be all over that. Plus, I doubt half of you would even know of the first place to find a priest...I worry a Vegas Elvis who officiates weddings would show up! kidding, kidding, I jest.

I am surprised at others' surprise of my insecurities. I wish we could all be blessed with a healthy dose of insecurity, for they bring us humility, push us to strive to be better people, beg for greater self-awareness. Our insecurities give us hope that there's a better, more perfect version of us out there, awaiting attainment.

It would be an unhappy day should you wake up one morning, while in your 20s, to realize that you've achieved every life goal you've ever dreamed of, that you're exactly you who'd want to be for the rest of your life. What then, would you do with your days? What would motivate you to get out of bed each morning? What would be the purpose of it all?

Sure, I have insecurities, some quite superficial I might add, but which of us don't? Would you want to be friends with someone who didn't? I'm quite comfortable with my insecurities, we're close friends; I wear them on my sleeves, I scrutinize them each day, peer at them in a looking glass, poke at them, laugh at them, and sometimes succumb to them. Such are my insecurities and me.

So you see my beloved readers, pity not my insecurities. The Studio is a place to celebrate our insecurities, for it means we are human and more importantly, that we are growing.