Embracing the Unthinkable

February 27th, 2013

K and I differ in a number of pretty significant ways, but we are united on at least one front: Both of us set our sights on things outside the borders of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, determined that grass would be greener on the other side of the state line. I fled to North Carolina where, despite their recent gay-hating legislation, I was supremely happy. Numerous factors sent me home, however, and I spent the next near-decade in the Philadelphia region.

K was determined to get out of Pennsylvania following his graduation from Kutztown University, largely in pursuit of a more liberating, more enoyable career in a place that was more tolerant and a bit more relaxed than Pennsylvania has a reputation for being. He was happy until he got to know his destination: Delaware. I moved to Delaware in pursuit of, well, him. And lower tax rates on my self-owned business. Our misery here has at least been shared.

Pennsylvania, Is it You We’re Looking For?

Neither K nor myself underestimates our value to society, and we can both tend toward the arrogant end of the self-confidence spectrum. We came to Delaware believing that it would help us better ourselves. It did not. We spent the next several months believing that we could at least help to better Delaware. We could not. In the past few weeks, we’ve embraced the idea of moving back to our native Commonwealth for a permanent living arrangement.

It is perhaps true that you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, or that the grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence. In our case, Delaware didn’t even have grass. It had mud. And sand. While it saves on effort to have mud in lieu of grass, it does also save on happiness and contentment.

It has been our experience here that the education system is systemically bad. People here are “knowledge poor” in all too many cases. They’re also literally poor, which is not some kind of classist rant against low-income individuals as much as it is an acknowledgement that Delaware is not Pennsylvania’s Connecticut like we initially thought it was. We live in a neighborhood and apartment complex that reminds me of the worst of North Philadelphia — all without the great amenities afforded by that wondrous city.

The Announcement: Our Return May Be Imminent

For the past several weeks, I’ve been helping K locate jobs in his field in Pennsylvania, generally within the city of Philadelphia and the western suburbs. This process will be ongoing until success is achieved and, when it is, we will be moving as quickly as possible.

When we moved out of PA, both of us thought that we were headed not just for good things, but for much better things. In this case, we were both quite mistaken. There are many states that do business better than does Pennsylvania. There are liberal bastions where we’d love to live, and high-paying metropolises that we would love to explore. Practically, though, Pennsylvania is urban, rich, close to our families, and values education and success in ways that Delaware, for us, has not.

We’re doing the unthinkable. We’re admitting that, hey, the Keystone State isn’t so bad after all. Who the hell knew?

February 17th, 2013

Hanging out.

Hanging out.

Recent Things and Such and Etc.

February 15th, 2013

I have this whole thing going on lately where the prominence of my busy workdays, involved personal life, and general pursuit of happiness (like an American!) has left me roughly three minutes each day with which to craft a blog post. Everyone knows that these masterpieces I create involve at least seven minutes of work, and therefore I haven’t even bothered. The good news is that I am now bothering, largely because my guilt has kicked right on in. This post, long overdue, features some quick-hit commentary on recent developments that merited a full post, but won’t freaking get one. Deal with this fact.

Earth’s Next Top Pope: Season 2

Like all people from predominantly Christian countries around the world, I was stunned to see on morning television that the pope had decided to step down from his post and commit to a life of seclusion from the real world (again). That’s mostly because I forgot there was a pope, or that anyone in the media still went to church. Also, the last pope to step down did so when America’s population was still dancing in circles around campfires, so this was quite surprising.

My hope is that Earth’s Next Top Pope will be more gay-friendly and maybe he’ll even come to the conclusion that women are equal to men. Basically, it would be nice if the next pope boldly embraced the cutting-edge policies of 1843. A boy can dream! Or repent, lots, because this boy is probably going to hell after these two paragraphs.

Even Outer Space Hates Russia

Or maybe it doesn’t. Like most people who aren’t Russian, my first thought this morning was that outer space had finally HAD IT with Russia (and its USSR former self) proliferating of anti-US, anti-gay, anti-not-Russia propaganda like it’s been doing for at least two centuries. Then I realized that Sarah Palin can see Russia from her house. Then I read that the meteor exploded in eastern Russia. Now I think outer space actually overshot a bit.

I Had No Idea that Phones Could Run

I’m not really the world’s most avid mobile gamer, so forgive me: When did these “run” games start becoming awesome? I had heard of “Temple Run” before, but had never bothered to do any research into it. Lately, I have been addicted to Temple Run and Angry Gran Run. The first takes place on the set of Legends of the Hidden Temple, and the second involves an angry granny running through the streets of New York punching the crap out of joggers. SIGN ME UP. Side note: Any readers who have iOS and use GameCenter can find me at DBRGR86, and I invite you to friend me and compete with my achievements / points.

It’s Been Real

I’m done. This post is already well beyond the standard I had originally set for it. I’ll be back next time the world almost blows to hell, or when the Catholic Church elects the successor to its Hitler Youth Pope. Goodbye.