The Letters from No One

I can still remember growing up in the 90’s.  Many can.  I think that is why I am always biased toward those who were born in the 80’s.  We are a special bunch of people who bore witness to the most crucial advances the technological world has ever seen.  We moved through the vinyl to the CD to the clunky mp3 player to the advent of internet music and constant mobile access to every song ever created.

No one can ever say that they have not had the classic cartoons conversation with someone else of a similar age who remembered an old Disney series-style cartoon or the misadventures of so many characters on Cartoon Network.  Even more so, how the idea of style and fashion always seems to wind its way around .  Arguments we had in 1999 pale in comparison to serious misunderstandings we now have regarding the environment, economics, government, religion and the media.  One that I would really like to muse over, would be the instantaneous levitation of Social Media and the comparison to the media sphere more than fifteen years ago.

It started with the creation of the internet and then Google.  The limited access of services then compared to the ease of access now is stark!  We would sing along with the phone line as the dial-up connection tried in vain to provide a steady portal to the world.  Now, we are deeply gutted when we can’t get free WIFI access with our banting-based, paleo-inspired supper in a hipster feeding den.  The connectivity you take for granted now is merely a by-product of the insatiable need for constant access to information to make decisions we think would make any difference at all.

Taking a photo in 1998 was merely a marked physical activity that would allow our memory to hold onto an activity as long as we could, never mind actually developing the film roll.  Now, taking a photo is a prime opportunity to capture the best moment in the best possible way, not paying too much attention to the actual moment being lived.  This has gone so far as starving ourselves of our meal (or spending moments upon moments deciding on an aesthetically pleasing meal) so that we may be so lucky as to share this moment with our ‘fans’.  This is of course in the hopes that this moment would engender respect for #livingourbestlife.

One wonders how long this, too, shall last.  It seems that our very existence now is solely based on how many people have access to the internet and if we have used the right filter to captivate them long enough to realise that we are living what they aspire to.  It’s shallow to say the least but even I am totally guilty of this most heinous crime.  The shameless pan-handling of one’s personality, talents, sights and lifestyle in order to get others to like what it is we are trying to sell.

Now don’t get me wrong.  I am not condemning us to a futile existence buckled over our phones in the hopes that someone might find us interesting enough to click on our profiles.  I think rather that we should be more mindful of this and use it to our advantage by displaying our true nature.  Use Social Media to reflect without filter but rather focus a telescope onto the realities of a distant planet by revealing useful facts about the entity without revealing the gold buried beneath the surface, welcoming others to arrive on its shores and plunder to their hearts content.

In light of the personal and economic bubble burst that Social Media has become, I think it is safe to say that one should not limit oneself to following the crowd.  If Facebook works for you, use it.  But don’t immediately assume that it is the be all and end all of your existence. My beliefs around Social Media are simple.  You should use it to centre your internal thoughts with the full knowledge that you are doing so in a room completely enclosed by glass walls, a glass roof and more importantly a glass floor allowing the world to see you for face (tehehe) value.  So while still being careful on what you post, you need to use that platform as your soap box and make the most of it.

#flynnigen is choosing to use other social media platforms as a spring board. Modes of expression and media are not oak trees that remain unchanging as the years flash past us in an epilepsy-inducing episode of TRL!  I want to facilitate the processing of my thoughts in a fashion that acknowledges that what I think is not solidly complete and concrete, but just rather my interpretation and there are many others out there who can contribute.  What better way than to use the small world social media has created?

I guess you could say that my biggest fear is that Youtube and the like killed the blogger and that people are just not up to the facilitation of thoughts anymore but rather quick selfies taken in toilets with captions so cryptic Stevie Wonder could see it floating around in space.  I beg to differ and more importantly – I beg for change and stasis at the same time.  Lets see some quality coming out of the ‘interwebs’ again!

“Do not go quietly into that good night” – Dylan Thomas

The Vanishing Glass

As a 27 year old, I have come to realise that not only is there such a thing as a ‘quarter-life crisis,’ but said beast is also deeply complicated.  For lack of a better phrase, daunting.  You spend your whole life growing up knowing what happiness is and all of a sudden, that definition starts diluting as the ice melts in your Long Island Ice Tea calling you to clean up on aisle 13 as the water runs down the 7-year long sides of the glass.

Sure, there are many others out there who chose careers very early on in their schooling and some who did so straight after realising that the wicked witch (school) was dead.  While I dont think I fall into the latter category, I most definitely do not fall into the former either.  Now this post is most definitely not about career decisions and timing, but its about the space I have found expanding between what I do for a living and what I do for life.  After all, the rat race is more like Lance Armstrong growing a tail than those mice in Cinderella that got their fifteen minutes of fame when being cast as her chariot horses by famed director, Le Fairy Godmother.

Passion is a fickle thing which flows mercilessly whether you want it to or not.  You will love one thing unconditionally one day and find a new preoccupation while scrolling through 9gag on the crapper the next.  But neither of these indicates to the actual source of passion, or in this instance, what brings you happiness.  I am fully aware that the definition of passion cannot be constrained by solely what makes you happy, but surely it plays a part?

That was neither here nor there, however, in my search for career ‘happiness’ I feel that I have in fact lost the ability to comprehend what happiness and passion is.  I feel that I have been so focused on finding passion and happiness in a career, that I could hardly stomache the effort it would take to find a new passion, even less so for one that is removed from my current routine.  This routine being strongly connected to what I do between 9 and 5, Monday to Friday.

I guess I could manage to finally park my car at the local gym, drag myself through a ten minute treadmill episode and then climb on a stationary bike to Victory Cycle through my current perceived daily crisis (ie. The Empire Strikes Back).  But, what about all those hours spent scrolling through Pinterest looking for the next thumbnail image that will depict my new-found element while sipping on a Thursday beer?  See?  The momentum of your current routine is so over-powering that even you agreed with door number two!  The only logical next step then would be to enforce the E=MC2 and insert a jolt of energy to propel out of that routine.  Go and find something new, but dont only find it, try it!

I have recently taken up origami and I find that it actually allows me to work better knowing that for those ten minutes the only thing that really needs my concentration, is that piece of paper.  The final product brings me fleeting admiration, but the effort it took brought me happiness and displayed what would be a passion.

I think that this post is quite disjointed.  Much like the ideas it is speaking of.  Does one choose a path where your career is synonymous with your passion and/or happiness?  Or do you create a synapse between the two with only momentary lightning bolts connecting them, allowing for a broader life experience?  I think either is a valid option.  But, in a world where the idea of a dream career is becoming less and less achievable in matching the demands of your basic Maslow’s building blocks, is it not then a dream to dream of the dream career?  Once we realise this, it is in fact that bolt of energy to find a new passion that will carry your consciousness through those dark days and allow you to pass on to level three.

Take the leap and fold the page.

wingardium leviosa

The boy who lived!

Much like an orator clears his throat to start off his lengthy greetings, with the more important items scheduled for later in his speech, I feel that a ‘note on the author’ needs to be delivered before I start littering the internet with my musings, opinions and far-fetched insights.

Starting a blog has always been a goal of mine.  In my sapling state, I believed that I had thoughts that the world needed to hear and mull over.  I needed to get my opinion out there because somewhere, someone would need it urgently as a blue print for their own existence.  This, thankfully, has changed.  I now find my aspirations and Instincts to be a little more Basic (#moviedrop intended).  I am rather seeking an outlet for my thoughts that allows for consumption and contribution in the hopes that it will further contribute to the package.

Validation is not something I have always searched for, but it definitely is something that burrows a tiny hole into your existence.  It is only through interactions with others that a beam of light is cast on that most dark of habitats.  The end goal being the eradication of the fungus which will temporarily represent a ‘personality’.  Having said that, I don’t believe that what I have to say or that what I think is at all correct or reflective of even one other personalities ideals.  I rather think that it’s a great conversation starter and playing Devil’s Advocate (#moviedrop) is a role I take quite seriously.

So, should the need take you, comment away!  Add your insights and allow this portal to do what it needs to do, encourage thought.  Those thoughts can be as whimsical, fictitious, critical and corrective as they need to be.  Articulate them if the words find you.

Just one final word on the name.  As one with a name that is not as popular as I would like it to be (considering how many times I need to spell it out over terrible phone connections, Foxtrot, London, etc.) and a personality that hardly considers itself tamable, a few muggles have taken to making my nickname a little longer than the original.  I hope that this was done in a exercise to further understand the legend behind the name, alas probably not.  Perhaps any readers out there will be able to unpack parts of me and maybe give me a little perspective on what #flynnigen means.  Challenge accepted?

“omelette du fromage”

Hello world!

I wish to think of myself as a hopeless romantic stuck in a world where the present and future is disregarded for a fleeting moment of earthly pleasure – in other words, I am a narcissistic 20-something who thinks that people care what he ponders to be cool.  I very badly want to articulate all of the very many things I know influence others lives as much as they do mine.  So from food to fun, music to movies and politics to pageantry, lets ‘flynn’ it up!