Thursday, September 30, 2010

Fall Cleaning

It was now over a year since he had officially graduated and he decided that it was a good time to clean out his old locker before someone decided to do it for him, so the night before he picked out the biggest bag he could acceptably fit on his back and set it out for the next day.

It was an interesting process, fitting 4 years of his life at NYU in a decently sized blue bag (next to his amazon order and a recent stop to Barnes and Nobel -- leather bound copies of The Chronicles of Narnia, The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe and Sherlock Holmes from Barnes and Nobel -- his Amazon order... that was a secret). At the end of it all he walked about the city with a bag on his back that made him feel like he was in middle school again, and a strange sense of disconnection -- he now officially had nothing left within that school.

He supposed for the longest of times he had been clinging to his college days. They were, after all, great times. But it was a silly idea since clinging to glory days was an action reserved for people that played on sports teams, or for that matter, attended universities that had half competent sports teams. It was past time to move on, and so this was a good start to the end of that.

Monday, September 20, 2010


He wondered what it would be like if he had gone into something that wasn't, well, bound to make him poor for the rest of his life. At the end of the day he still didn't feel talented nor did he feel he had the personality necessary to boast about himself and continuously maintain shallow connections. He wondered if he had picked a good industry for himself.

What he did like was making things. There was a rewarding experience in that. To take raw materials and, with his own hands, assemble them and work them into something beautiful, that was what he loved to do, its why he loved to play with Lego blocks as a kid and why he often found himself stacking and clipping miscellaneous office supplies together in a pattern. Perhaps he was just feeling doubtful because he had yet to master the materials of this new creating technique. That, of course, frustrated him, because above all else, what he really loved was being good -- and he had yet to reach that.

A thousand voices screamed for him to just give up and do something else, and if it weren't for the fact that he was a stubborn ass, he may have listened. Instead he stood upright and let out a bellow that immediately silenced each and every of those voices. After all, no one ever became good by giving up. Besides, he was never one to take the easy road.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010


For My Country has been dropped.

For My Country from Matthew Chao on Vimeo.

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