Recently I’ve taken to letter writing again.  Now not all that often, as I’ve mentioned, I am a very strong advocate and consumer of modern technology, Where I can talk to China in seconds with just the click of a few buttons.  But every so often it is nice to revert to simpiler, more elegant ways.  When I use the term “recently” I actually mean within the last two years since I joined the Marine Corps.  Before that I think the last time I wrote a letter(that wasn’t a card or thank you note) was before I was even a teenager and I would spend my summers at my Grandparent’s house in Vermont.  They didn’t have a computer.

At Boot camp Letter writing becomes your only means of communication to the outside world for three months.  So I wrote letters.  And other people wrote me letters.  I’m not sure why, but I didn’t stop after boot camp.  One night, maybe two or tree months after I had finished bootcamp, while sitting in my room, bored, I took out a notepad and began to write a letter to a friend.  That friend responded and we continued the cycle, occasionally droping a note to a different friend.

I know this hardly seems practical.  It’s not like I cut off all other forms of communication with my friends and family.  In fact usually my friend and I would converse a number of times through e-mail, instant message, test message, phone conversations in between these letters.  Though there did seem to be certain topics we would save just for the letters.  There’s a different kind of feeling when recieving a hand written letter from a friend.  It’s sort of sureal because it’s dated 3 or 4 days before hand.  You get to see the familiar handwriting of a friend. (or in my case try to decipher what I have scribbled on the page) It’s very raw and not always as clean as clearly typed, well spaced, perfectly straight lines.  It’s got character.  One of my friends even drew me a diagram once, of a particularly humorous incident that had occured.  Could all this have been conveyed through a keyboard and transmitted in seconds?  Sure, I guess.  The meaning would have been there.  I would have understood it.  But it would not have been the same.  It wouldn’t have had the hesitation marks of a pen when someone is trying to organize their thoughts into words that can only be written so fast.  It wouldn’t have had the scribbling out of misspelled words or changes of thought.  It wouldn’t have had the eraser marks or the smudges of the pencil lead, or the shading or the color or the detail.  It would have lacked the essential minut imperfections that we take one glance at and say “hey, this was created by another person.”  A person who spent time and effort and thought, not pumped out by some machine.

The Devil is in the details.  If the details didn’t matter we would not have half the things we do today.  We wouldn’t have paintings or drawings today if we didn’t care to see the brushstrokes, the shading, the texturing and other things that let us know that this thing took another human being time and effort to create.  We would just hang photographs on our walls.  We wouldn’t read thousand page books or watch three hour long movies if we were content with just comprehending the main message or idea or plot of the story.  We would just read a one page summary and move on.

I got a letter earlier this week from a friend and the first line he wrote was “Way to keep the dieing art of letter writing alive!!”  I encourage you to partake in this dieing Art too.  Sure postage keeps going up, but it doesn’t have to be that often, and it’s still cheaper than your internet bill.

This isn’t your ordinary liquid hand soap.  This has real live Foaming Action!  I know it doesn’t seem that special.  It isn’t really.  I mean don’t get me wrong, I like it.  It works well and even smells good.  But this story isn’t about the soap.  I was once given a bottle of this soap by a friend who notice there wasn’t any in the bathroom my brother and I shared.  Actually she is more like a stranger than a friend.  I hardly know her.  I’ve probably only met her about five times in my life, or at least times that I remember.  (Once is enough for anyone to remember her by)

The First Time I met her, I was in 11th grade.  She came down from Vermont with my Mom’s Brother and two Sisters to visit for a week.  She was a little odd at first, but I liked her by the end of the week.  She is absolutely hysterical.  I think our family laughed more in that week than we have in our whole lives. ( and my family laughs a lot.)   One day she and my Mom and Aunts went out shopping and She decided she was going to get gifts for everyone in the family.  They weren’t big gifts, in fact I think some of them were gag gifts, I don’t really remember what the other ones were.  Mine was this soap.  I think it cost all of $1.  She confessed that she really just had no idea what to get a teenage boy and she noticed that we were out of soap in the bathroom and thought this stuff was cool because it foamed.  I really thought it was kinda cool too because I’d not seen foaming had soap before and like I said, it worked well.  But it wasn’t the gifts that counted.  It was the Thought and in this case the resulting laughter that accompanied many of the other gifts.  I don’t remember a whole lot more from that visit.  It was the summer so I was in and out of the house a lot, spending time with friends.  I do remember playing cards, laughing, going out for ice cream every night, laughing, Dad taking them to Philadelphia for a day, laughing and her learning the Greek alphabet so she could help Dad by alphabetizing his flashcards for one of his Seminary classes.

After that visit I think I have seen her 2 or 3 other times while visiting my Grandparents in Vermont.  Yet I still remember her because of her unique personality and the way that she lives her life.  Here is what I know about my friend.

She is a friend of the family.  She Lives in Massachusetts where she works at a FedEx.  She also has a house in Vermont, where she stays when she visits my relatives up there.  She likes to eat ice cream and play cards.  She has gotten my Grandfather to play cards with the Family again after at least 10 years of sitting in the living room watching wrestling alone.  She once took a trip to England and FedExed her luggage because with her employee discount it was cheaper than paying baggage fees on the plane.  I don’t think everyone finds that as entertaining as I do, it makes sense, I just find it unique and funny.  And like I said already, while on Vacation for a week in Pennsylvania, she learned the Greek Alphabet so that she could help my father out by alphabetizing about 1000 flash cards while he worked during the day.

That’s it.  I just summed up what I know about my friend in 7 sentences.  Yet I think those Seven sentences speak volumes for the Person that she is.  She’s not afraid of travel, and will travel a pretty considerable distance just to play cards and eat ice cream with friends for a night or two.  I don’t know exactly how she convinced my Grandfather to socially interact with the family again after so long of not doing so.  I do know that it took time, and determination on her part to keep bugging him about it every time she visited.  When is that last time you took a weeks vacation and said “you know what, I think I’ll learn a foreign language.”  and then spent a lot of time putting flash cards in order just to help out a friend who you know didn’t’ have the time but it would really benefit their learning.

I feel privileged to have met someone who lives such a Full Life.  And I wish that more people in this world led lives like she does.

This morning I got up and checked my facebook.  My Friend Danny, who lives across the country from where I am now, left me this link. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rP5y7yp06n0

I took a moment and marveled and said, that’s amazing.  So I went to find out more.  First at Microsoft’s website ( http://www.microsoft.com/surface/ ) and then of course at Wikipedia. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microsoft_surface)  While I was reading about this thing, I started instant messaging another friend who was with a bunch more of my friends across the country.  We stopped just typing to each other and instead did a real-time video chat in which about 7 of my friends that were 1700miles away could see and talk to me with about a half a second of delay.  That’s absolutely incredible.  But it gets better.  While that was going on, I was listening to various songs that were recorded a long time ago by different artists, in different parts of the World.  AND I was getting information about the weather outside from a little program on my sidebar, while looking at pictures of the trip my parents took to Hawaii two years ago.  Not to sound like a bad infomercial, But Wait There’s More!  After I finished my video conversation, I continued chatting with my friend through text on Instant Messenger.  She asked me when a movie that came up in our conversation came out, and I didn’t know, but I found it in seconds.  We changed subjects to a friend of mine to who is going to be in Oklahoma soon.  While still chatting, researching, listening to music and looking at pictures, I found that the place in Oklahoma was about 5hours north of me and I found turn by turn directions that would take me on the 300 mile trip if, I wanted.  After that, I checked my bank account to see how much money I had spent yesterday at the store and how much I still had left in my account.  Then I moved on to the news for today, to see what was going on all over the world, within minutes of the events taking place.  If that’s not multi-tasking, I don’t know what is.  Sitting in a chair in the corner of a lounge on the third floor of a building in the middle of San Angelo Texas, I can accomplish all of that with just my laptop computer sitting on my lap.  I don’t even have shoes on.  Yet I just traveled to the corners of the globe and back, in seconds.

I’d like to share another video with you that an instructor showed me in High School.  It has gone through several versions now.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpEnFwiqdx8&feature=related

How incredible (or incredibly scary) is that?

But all this technology can be a double edged sword if we let it.  As far as we’ve come, there are somethings we will never be able to replicate.  I love communicating with my friends and family who are far away, but my laptop screen can’t replace sitting down at a restraunt and having a conversation with them over dinner.

technology is incredibly efficient.  It almost always makes our lives easier.  But one must manage this power wisely.  Today I spent 6 straight hours on a computer.  In high school I would spend days.  Do you know what you can do in Days?  I didn’t used to, but I do now.  You can drive across the country in Days.  You can build a whole house, or have countless other adventours in Days.  We have to remember to get out and really live and experience the world sometimes.

Take Lizards for example, or any animal that has a large enough space between it’s eyes that it sees two separate pictures. If I want to, why can’t I look both directions before crossing the street without moving my head?

I know most of my blog entries seem kinda random, but that’s sorta what this is, a place for spontaneous, random thoughts to flourish and see what they grow into.

This came about today while I was doing speaking practice with my teacher. I don’t remember when, but from an early age I was taught that you should look someone in the eye(s) when you talk to someone. Maybe it’s that whole window to the soul thing, but it also projects confidence and show you are listening. So why can’t I look someone in the eyes, both, at the same time? Which eye do you focus on? I tend to go for the right one(my right, the person’s left) however I like to switch between the two periodically so that they know I’m not just spacing out, which happens too, occasionally. Do you ever start spacing out and feel like you’re looking right through a person’s eyes and out the back of their head?

What if you spent one night out partying, drinking and standing on your head with some friends and then the next morning you woke up and couldn’t talk.  Or maybe you killed the cell that reverses the image your eyes take in so you see everything upside down.  Or you can’t move your left thumb.  or you can’t remember your best friend’s name.  wouldn’t that be bizarre?

Now I know there are trillions of cells in your brain and things like this just aren’t possible, but it does make one think a little more about taking care of one’s brain.  I don’t know about you but I rather like the abilities I have and am quite fond of the knowledge and memories I have amassed thus far.  It’d be terrible if I suddenly lost them, more so than just having forgotten them over time.

Most of the things are kinda random, but there are about four that I consider very connected.  They are Drive the Pan-American Highway, Hike the Appalachian trail, Travel the world(perhaps circumnavigate it) and learn some more languages.  They all involve traveling, but the first two specifically mention a set journey or route to be completed, they aren’t as vague as just travel Somewhere.

I’ve always found stories of epic journeys fascinating, but I’m not sure why.  The Lord of the Rings is a prime example.  I don’t think I am looking for the transformation that seems to be required for a “good” novel but that may be part of it.  I just think the experiences one can have on these trips cannot be replicated and perhaps its part having the satisfaction of saying you’ve completed something your average person only reads about in books.  The new Languages part I think would probably not tie into my two intended journeys, but I bet my spanish would improve on the Pan-American highway one.

Perhaps some of the appeal comes from the break from reality, or at least normal everyday life.  In Lord of the Rings, Frodo just sets off on an adventure leaving behind his normal routine for a whole year!  I’ve heard the Appaliachian trail can take about 4 months to hike, and I kinda like thinking of that as an extended vaction, though I can’t imagine when I will have the time and money to complete it.  The Pan-American Highway one could take a lot less time depending on how long you visited in each country, probably only a month or so, but still, how many people can just take a months vacation and go do whatever they want?  I think I’ll find a way…eventually.  Wanna come?

One thing I can never comprehend is how weak some other people’s will power is.  Something as easy as getting out of bed, sure you don’t like it, but your ability to make yourself do it anyways says something about you and your character I think.  It helps you set goals and persue them in every aspect of your life.  It’s like your own personal Drive or Motiviation.

I have read a lot about a thing called the Uberman sleep cycle.  it seems intense, but I would like to try it sometime.  It forces your body into REM sleep faster, but only allowing you to sleep for 20 minutes at a time, but you take a nap every 4 hours.  Its recommended for college students since they can make their schedual work on that cycle while most other people require being awake for more than 4 hour spurts.  It is very difficult to fall into because you basically starve your body for sleep at first since you will not fall asleep in these 20 minute time slots.  All of the blogs I have read of people who have tried it but failed seemed to be lacking will power to me.  They just couldn’t manage to let their body only sleep for 20 minutes, they would oversleep and screw the whole cycle up.

I learned at a conference that Will is considered a Force multipler in the government.  If someone has the Drive to complete an objective, they will overcome extreme obstacles.  In the military this is true too.  If you can get a force to believe in the cause in which they are fighting for, they are not longer risking comfort, blood and life itself for money, or anyother superficial thing.  They are fighting for a cause in which they believe in down to their bones, and they will fight to the death and beyond to achieve it.

The Human mind is so powerful, it can push the body to do things that every reflex, muscle memory operation and instince positively resists.  Survival enthusiets say that the Will to Survive is key in emergency situations.  If someone wants to Survive, they will.  If they don’t, they’ll die.  So why to some people have such strong Will Power and other’s don’t?

One of my friends has a Blue Jeep Wrangler that is just awesome.  And he is pretty cool about letting me borrow it too.  I was a little surprised, I ‘m not sure I would want some(ok most) of the people here borrowing my car.  I guess I ‘m just not as trusting.  And we’re back.  The Jeep is a Stick shift, which I’ve found I like driving and wish I had more practice.  I’ve found I really just like driving a lot in general.  One of the things around here that lets me do that more often is being the Designated Driver.  I did it for the Navy ball when they had that at the end of last year, and I do it for my friend with the jeep alot.  I think people really appriciate someone taking them where they want to go so they know they don’t have to worry about how there getting there and back, they can just enjoy the night.  And I appreciate them trusting me with their car until they are ready to come home, so it works out good.

At the same time, I kinda don’t want a car because I’m afraid it will make me lazier.  I think its pithetic when people drive up to the px on Base just becuase they don’t want to take 5 minutes to walk up the hill.  I realized that at Bootcamp, one thing that kept us going is that we walked everywhere.  Can you imagine how much healther we’d be as a nation if people just walked a little bit everyday.  Runnings not for everyone, I get that, but what if you just took a little time to walk to the grocery store, or the post office, or church.  is that too much to ask?

One of the things I love about my job is that I essentially get payed to be in shape.  I’m in the best shape of my life and I get payed to not just maintain that but to improve on it too.  This Morning I had to run a PFT.  I ran the fastest I ever have but I think I can get better and I will continue to work towards that.  With the exception of Sundays and some Saturdays, I workout everyday.  But not always in a gym, like most people think of when they hear the words “work out”.  Believe it or not, you can get in some pretty good shape without a gym.  Gyms are great for building muscles, but don’t keep you exceptionally mean.  I may not be able to benchpress 300 pounds, but I can lift my own body weight up and over a bar quite a few times in a row.  How many body builders can do that?

But reguardless of how you train your body or what for, have you ever stoped to marvel at just how miraculous the human body is?  Take for instance, your armpit.  Its not something most people dwell on, I know, but some time, look at it in the mirror with your shirt off.  Isn’t it kinda cool how the muscle groups of your Shoulder(deltoids) Chest(pectorals major) and your back (latisimus dorsi) all over-lap creating this little pocket.  All those muscles work together to rotate, twist and turn your arm all over the place, in a quite surprising range of motion.  While you’re rotating your arm in a circle, look at your Collar bone(clavical).  Its a solid, rigid bone, yet do you see how much it moves as you move your arm in a big circle, forward and backwards?

One of the other things I love about my job is that I get free Martial Arts lessons.  As I have advanced in the program, I’ve had a chance to learn how this fine machine that is our body moves, bends, twists and rotates and also the ways in which it isn’t supposed to move, bend, twist and rotate.  When techniques are excuted correctly, one is able to witness smooth, fluid, graceful motions that the body is cabable with surprising force, agility and accuracy.  Its pretty cool stuff.

And yet, here I am, sitting inside, typing on my computer on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon.  I feel like I’m wasting the day.  I guess most places don’t have such temperate weather all year round, so people have to seize the chance when it presents itself, but here, the weather is more often than not absolutely gorgeous.  And yet it never gets old.  It never stops being special or enjoyable.  I feel like every time we’re blessed with such a nice day, I should be out camping, hiking, kayaking, swimming, running, playing, or doing SOMETHING, ANYTHING to take advantage of the awesome weather.

I know my purpose here is not to have fun or enjoy myself.  I’m here to study.  And I am so close, so close to graduating, to being done with what I’ve worked so hard to accomplish for the last year of my life.  It would be a shame and a waste to not stick it out now.  My grades have been slipping.  I’m not doing so hot in 3rd semester.  I’m still not failing, I’m doing alright.  But not as well as I was, and neither myself nor my instructors are happy with the declining results.  I know if I just put my nose to the grind stone I can do better.  But that doesn’t make it any easier to do.  After getting back from Christmas Break I felt so Lazy and unmotivated.  I’ve gotten over it to some extent.  I don’t mind PTing again, I will do that just about anytime.  But I still feel unmotivated in the classroom.  I feel like whenever I’m in Uniform I’m okay, it’s just when I am in Civilian attire, I don’t want to do anything productive.  I don’t want to do homework or even look at my target language.  I just want to listen to my new music, read a book, sleep, hang out with friends.  If I were being asked to be a Marine in a Marine like environment, I think I would be just fine.  But this asking me to be a Marine in a Civilian Environment is just killing me.  I didn’t join the Military to sit in a classroom.  I joined because I love being outside, to go camping, to go hiking, to go shooting, to go scuba diving, to go skydiving.

Is this why people go to College?  So they can have time to do all these things while they aren’t studying for their easy classes.  Why the Fuck didn’t I do that?  I know why.  There’s tons of reasons.  But every so often I find the need to evaluate my decisions and say “What the Fuck was I thinking?” Oh right, that…and that.  That too.