Although I’m not exactly sure what “art” is, I knew that I wanted to include it on my list.  Not only am I a graduate of liberal arts, but I am also pursuing a profession in the “arts”.  With that said, I don’t particularly buy into the art and artist world. There are many people who view writing as an art.  However, I have never heard a good writer refer to himself or one of his peers as an artist.  Instead, these writers believe as I do in that writing is a craft.  No one is a born writer.  You have to first learn how to speak, then write, then writer better.  It’s a process.  The question is, is painting any different?  Or acting?  Or playing an instrument?  Isn’t everything learned and practiced?  Sure, one may take to writing or painting or composing more than another, but it takes real work and practice to “master” it.  No one shoots out of womb with a masterpiece.  Mozart was a talented SOB.  He was writing music at six and composing concertos at eleven.  Yes, he was talented, but mostly he was just committed.  In fact, those early concertos were mostly written by his father and were essentially rearrangements of more accomplished composers.   In fact, most experts agree that Mozart’s earliest masterwork (No. 9, K. 271) was not composed until he was twenty-one.  It is said that it took him ten thousand hours of practice/work to produce this masterpiece.   Ten thousand hours is a significant amount of time as it is the magic number that most experts believe it takes someone to master a particular “talent”.  So, while the 27 concertos are impressive, what I truly admire about Mozart is that he was able to log ten thousand hours of practice/work by the age of twenty-one.   I for one have yet to log those kind of hours and I’m thirty-five years old.  Then again, I’m no Mozart. After all, the one piece of art I was recently compelled to buy was a limited edition movie poster print of, The Shining.  What can I say, I love me some Jack.

First post of the year and I’m already faced with a major dilemma; to bullshit or not to bullshit.  I suppose that since this blog is mostly for myself, I should be as honest as possible. So with that said, I must admit that this New Year’s Eve was pretty much a downer.  But before I piss all over it, I should first point out the good news – I managed to knock out one of my one hundred goals; kiss Sonia at midnight on January 1st, 2009.  As for the rest of the night, it pretty much sucked.  We began the evening at one of our local watering holes, Senior Freds. Despite the owner’s investment of kazoos and party hats, the bar was never at more than half of its capacity.    Even worse, the half that showed up were about as interesting as a box of hair.  Nevertheless, Sonia and I rang in the new year with a glass of champagne and a kiss.  With the night still young, we decided to attend a house party in Sherman Oaks.  With over two hundred guests in attendance, great food, an open bar and loud music, it was a party certainly worthy of ringing in the new year.  Unfortunately, Sonia and I found the festivities impossible to enjoy due to the fact that our son, Devin was spending the night at his friend’s house despite being forbidden to do so.  Ah, the joys of parenthood…..  So, instead of beginning the new year with visions of joy and wonderment, we began with thoughts of torture.  Happy New Year!

Welcome to my new blog, “Kenwood’s Playlist: living vicariously through myself”.  It is in this little corner of the world wide web that I will chronicle my daily pursuit of happiness, a journey that I have only just recently begun.  After thirty four years of hitting my head against the proverbial wall, I have finally begun to understand what Forrest Gump realized from the get go, happiness is perception.  In other words, you can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.  Although I haven’t perfected this approach to life just yet, a confluence of recent life events have made me realize that it is how I perceive each life situation that will dictate my happiness and level of success.  That said, a leopard can’t change it’s stripes.  I am not all of the sudden going to become a Tony Robbins clone.  I actually enjoy the darkness at times.  In fact, I think it’s what enables most of us to see the light.  I’m just going to try to be a little more aware and present on a daily basis.  And while I will do my best to make lemonade if life presents me lemons, I’m still bound to partake in a little road rage or sulking in my bed.  Carl Jung said “There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year’s course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word ‘happy’ would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness."  I certainly expect my life to be balanced in this regard, but hopefully this little experiment will help me see more roses and less thorns.  So rather than wait for life to come to me I intend to be a bit more proactive in the aspects of my life that I have relative control over, most importantly my time.  As you have probably noticed on the side bar of this blog, I’ve compiled a list of one hundred things I’d like to accomplish in 2009.  It’s like a Bucket List (things to do before you kick the bucket), but with more accountability.  Afterall, with a bucket list you can’t technically fail until you die.  So, rather than procrastinate, I choose to hold myself accountable and live my best life now, day by day, year by year.  Not unlike my "365 day project” on Flickr, this blog/diary will not only motivate me to act on my “to-do” list, but it will also force me to put the results of my day, good or bad, in perspective.  I might crash and burn, but I’m excited to excelerate the ride that Sonia and I vowed to take a little less than a year ago.

And it begins…
Welcome to my new blog, “Kenwood’s Playlist: living vicariously through myself”. It is in this little corner of the world wide web that I will chronicle my daily pursuit of happiness, a journey that I have only just recently begun. After thirty four years of hitting my head against the proverbial wall, I have finally begun to understand what Forrest Gump realized from the get go, happiness is perception. In other words, you can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses. Although I haven’t perfected this approach to life just yet, a confluence of recent life events have made me realize that it is how I perceive each life situation that will dictate my happiness and level of success. That said, a leopard can’t change it’s stripes. I am not all of the sudden going to become a Tony Robbins clone. I actually enjoy the darkness at times. In fact, I think it’s what enables most of us to see the light. I’m just going to try to be a little more aware and present on a daily basis. And while I will do my best to make lemonade if life presents me lemons, I’m still bound to partake in a little road rage or sulking in my bed. Carl Jung said “There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year’s course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word ‘happy’ would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.” I certainly expect my life to be balanced in this regard, but hopefully this little experiment will help me see more roses and less thorns. So rather than wait for life to come to me I intend to be a bit more proactive in the aspects of my life that I have relative control over, most importantly my time. As you have probably noticed on the side bar of this blog, I’ve compiled a list of one hundred things I’d like to accomplish in 2009. It’s like a Bucket List (things to do before you kick the bucket), but with more accountability. Afterall, with a bucket list you can’t technically fail until you die. So, rather than procrastinate, I choose to hold myself accountable and live my best life now, day by day, year by year. Not unlike my “365 day project” on Flickr, this blog/diary will not only motivate me to act on my “to-do” list, but it will also force me to put the results of my day, good or bad, in perspective. I might crash and burn, but I’m excited to excelerate the ride that Sonia and I vowed to take a little less than a year ago.