A Little Ironic

I found myself watching a football game last night that I had very little interest in, that had absolutely no influence on the won/loss record of my favorite team. I knew it was probably a waste of my time to watch. I also knew that judging from my level of comfort, it was going to be very difficult to get up and turn off the TV. A tremendous amount of effort was going to have to be expended, and it was just easier to lay there and watch, rather than do what I know needed to be done. After a good half hour of waffling, I got up, turned it off, and began to read a book.

I’m not an anti-TV guy.  I have shows I like to watch, and sporting events that I need to see to keep up with the teams I root for. I just think I tend to—like many other people—devote too much time to looking at a babbling screen when I could be doing something more important, such as:

  • spending time with my family
  • exercising
  • writing content for this blog

But, Yankee games tend to take three hours minimum, and then there is my couch. It acts too much like an old, comfortable friend to leave it.

I know the mindless watching of television is not going to get me where I want to be, blogging or otherwise.  This blog itself would be much further along if I could just pull myself off that couch from looking at one screen, and getting in front of the computer screen. In some ways, I find all that ironic. It’s funny that a guy who pledges old school values would go from one screen to another, write on-line, and publish in a medium where I may be read by other people who I might have very little in common with.

Aside from that, the old school is definitely where I’m from. I don’t “tweet”, I don’t have any plans to, and if I spend five to ten minutes a day on Facebook, that’s a lot. I’m more likely to make a call from a land line than a cell phone, and I’ve sent three text messages in my entire life. But I still think its amazing that I can write something, see it on my very own (sort of) website, and receive comments on that text. The blog is my new school communication tool of choice.

And, in staying with the ironic theme, this blog will be a spot where people can learn more about me—especially those who I have a “non-electronic” relationship with. My thoughts make more sense and are better organized when they are written down—and I can always edit the things I was going to say that won’t make sense to anyone.

I barely remember anything about the football game I watched last night. But I do know it will be easy to recall the process of writing this, and connecting with the readers who will be interested in what I have to say.  As I’m writing this now with a pen and yellow legal pad—so low tech—I’m finding it easy to ignore the television screen in the background. Will that be the case in the future? I know to get something done, all one has to think is just do it. Might be a cliche’, but its as simple as that. But can I do it, and make it happen continuosly?

Now I wonder…what channel are the Yankees on tonight?

On Writing, With a Comeback Twist

I was a writer.

In middle school and high school, I developed a love for writing that has never really faded. Always liking to do it, never being sure I was good at it, but it qualified as a passionate topic for me when I was a younger man.

But as a cousin once so eloquently stated about your shifting priorities, “Life gets in the way”. And the writing portion of my life was soon put on the shelf for, mainly: work.

For those who will read this who don’t know me, I was brought up in a pre-dominately Italian American household, the grandson of immigrants who came to America from the southern part of Italy and Sicily. They struggled in their new home and culture, like many others, working in blue collar factories doing what my grandmother used to call piece work.

With some help, they became what we now call entrepreneurs, succeeding in the demanding world of the restaurant business. For the next four decades, that business was the family identity. Within that framework, when my school days were done, it also became my identity.

I worked the long days and nights like the rest of my family, having fun, making money, building a business…but finding no time for that love of writing. Working with my family members was very rewarding, but after many years of doing it, I had to make a break, and find my own way.

With now having a young family of my own, the restaurant morphed into something that was taking me away from them, stealing all my time. In order to spend that time with my wife and daughter, I had to abandon ship.

But I look back on that time now as something I would never change, a very memorable part of my life. Working with my grandparents and parents taught me many things, some of which I’m anxious to explore further in this blog. Their values, work ethic, and that slice of Italian Americana should invoke fresh material every time I choose to put on my creative hat.

I hope to offer something of value to at least one person reading this blog,  giving you glimpses into subjects that I love—stories of  impactful people and their inspiration, personal development from a fresh perspective, my take on current events, sports, and trying to retain old school values in a modern world that spins far too fast for my taste.

Glad you’re reading. Please comment, because without readers and their feedback, this is just an exercise in narcissism. And who needs one more blog in this crowded internet just being read by its author?