Ok, not really. BUT... there's a big article about me in the Austin newspaper, the Austin American Statesman. I'm on the front of the XLent section, which is the weekend entertainment section. If you're not in Austin, you can read it here : XLent.
I did the interview last May but it kept getting pushed back. Finally I got a call from the art director from the Statesman asking when I could do a photo shoot. That was a couple weeks ago and today, Thursday, the article comes out.
If you FOUND my site because of the article, here are some of my best posts for you to read :
How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist
Breaking into the Tunnels under UT
Living with Courtney Love
What happens when you put a 3100 Gallon Swimming Pool in your Living Room?
Why I Don't Drink
Exploring Airman's Cave
How to Have an Interesting Life
Trying to Pick Up Topanga (and Failed Miserably)
How to ALWAYS Be Happy
Buying and Converting a School Bus
How I Became a Pro Gambler
Enjoy... come see my friends and I at Tazeroke on Tuesdays at Shakespeare's Pub on 6th.
Also, for my regular readers... I have a big post on how I totally overcame slacking and procrastination coming up soon!
Great to hear from you... we'll have to catch up before I head out.
I didn't tell him to make up a story. I told him to find one from his past, but he was really struggling with it.
Finally he was like, "Can I just make one up?"
I said, "Umm... I guess so, but you should really come up with some real ones for the future."
We were going out in just 15-30 minutes so it was a compromise. But I do agree... using fake stories is pretty lame.
Hey, Ty. Been a long time. Your oats announcement on MySpace reminded me to catch up on all thing, Ty.
I read the article. I love every bit of it, except the part where you told the AFC to make up a story. That has come back to bite me in the past and I've always regretted it. You of all people are a shining example of... Live. Life. Awesome.
If the AFC feels like he had to make something up then he's not living life awesome and he deserves his AFC life. I think the karma gods deliver what we earn. He's not earning it if he had to make up an interesting personal story.
Ever think of becoming an Awesome Coach?
dear asshole. you are a fucking douchebag, and i wish i had the words to state it more clearly. you were once my customer, and while i found you somewhat annoying, i had no idea what a complete waste of human flesh you were til i read the XLent article. read some philosophy. please, do anything. if you hold yourself in such high regard, please do something to justify it. and stop coming in to my shop for oatscreme, because the next time i see you is gonna be the first time i ever puked on shift. women are human beings and you're a fucking child. go fuck yourself.
I just finished reading the article. Pretty good press. I'm actually doing my own personal research on remaining friends with an ex. We'll see if it's possible =)
Today's story is dedicated to my good friend Austin. I moved from Boston to Austin my freshman year of high school and of course had no friends here. On the very first day I made friends with the people who remain my best friends to this day, and I consider that to be perhaps the most fortunate event of my life.
One of those friends is Austin. Now in the military flying whirly-copters, he used to be the one guy (well, actually I could pretty much always count on Terry too) who would always be in for a crazy plan.
This scheme fell right into our laps.
All through your teenage years you feel so very grown up. I remember all the anger and rage and frustration with the world I had during those years. Then I turned 18, started attending college, setting on into the next phase in life. The anger drifted away gradually and I found a whole new set of problems. Any friends I had who weren't 18 yet began to joke about how old I was, it felt like I had stepped over some invisible line that instantly made me "old." In hindsight, I was so very silly during the ages of 18-21. I wanted to be more than I was and didn't know how to find my place because I didn't know exactly what I wanted. My friends in college didn't have jobs and were riding on scholarships or parents paying for everything; they'd only talk about homework and college activities etc. I tried to go this route and couldn't grasp how to study since I had never really learned proper studying techniques in high school, and so I did the best I could.
I was told to get a job and felt indignant about it because my friends didn't have to be working while they were in college, but I got a job anyway. After that it became a battle of finding time for myself, finding time for work, finding time for homework and trying to get myself to class on time. It's a tough thing to learn how to do. I didn't figure it out until my final year of college, at which point I finally felt achieved and was sad to be graduating. College had, at long last, become fun and rewarding.
When I turned 21 I moved out of home. My dear friend had a place and she let me live there. I got my rent paid, went to class, and was fairly irresponsible as I tried to be the person I dreamed 21 year olds are. I had never really fit in anywhere, I was determined to fit in with this age group.
Every year since my 21st I have felt even older and older and farther and farther from my life goals. I want to find a partner, have a small cottage, have a child and work on my art. I graduated college at 24, lost my boyfriend, miscarried, and lost my apartment. Over the past year and a half I've been trying to climb back up but I took so many pit falls and wrong turns trying to find something to make me feel as together as I felt when I was on a path to my life goals.
In an effort to get myself together after I hit rock bottom, I made my initial decision to move to Portland. I had been talking about it for some time before I made the ultimate decision to do it. When I had first decided to move I found myself a boyfriend and put all of my plans on hold. When that plummeted into a burning hellfire and extreme debt issues I felt like there was no time other than the present to get on that move.