<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835</id><updated>2012-01-19T03:15:54.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grant Shorter Confessions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835.post-3475995451336677516</id><published>2012-01-18T20:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:27:33.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding our place(s) in life</title><content type='html'>Most of us have gone through ups and down professionally and personally.  I was once a prominent resource for my employer, full of knowledge and expertise and called on for just that. Now, I’ve been marginalized for reasons I don’t know.  When we slip on ice, it happens so fast we have no idea how we got on the ground.  This type of fall is way more painful as it’s pretty much a slow death. It always sucks to fall down but, it’s even worse when it’s slow enough for you to witness first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also stinks when it’s time to leave and you have no way out.  Jobs are a bit scarce and it’s almost like they are daring you everyday to leave, almost praying for it and for no good reason.  You search for exactly why you are being treated this way and so undervalued. You’ve come up with countless solutions to help them. All to be ignored and slighted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something more to all of this.  When things like this happen, it means you’ve overstayed your welcome.  Not so much with that place or with those people but, with THAT moment in your life. It’s like life is nudging you in a certain direction but, you aren’t sure whether to go or not.  You missed the bus and life is trying to tell you when the next one is.  When life gives us advice, it tends to speak in multiple languages. If we aren’t listening for the right one, we miss the message altogether.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s difficult to be in a place where you know you’re only using about 25% of your potential. Not because you are being lazy but, because you simply aren’t allowed to. I’ve realized more and more that it isn’t so much their fault for misusing or undervaluing me rather than my fault for not directing my energy where it can help my path in life.  To find a greater, more satisfying existence and purpose.  We all need to keep in mind that we really aren’t here that long on this earth and wasting energy on people and places that simply don’t care about us is disrespectful to our soul and life in general.  If we focus more on ourselves, the rest will take care of itself.  We deserve better and it’s out there for all of us if we hurry and catch that bus…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308169355828562835-3475995451336677516?l=grantshorter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/3475995451336677516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2308169355828562835&amp;postID=3475995451336677516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/3475995451336677516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/3475995451336677516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/2012/01/finding-our-places-in-life.html' title='Finding our place(s) in life'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835.post-1753268209877195186</id><published>2011-08-21T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T07:26:39.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of options</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XEKvFrhIFlc/TlEVFH77gvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GPSR4GycBHU/s1600/cartoon%2Bobama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" width="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XEKvFrhIFlc/TlEVFH77gvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GPSR4GycBHU/s400/cartoon%2Bobama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are simply out of luck. Out of time. Out of options. Out of patience. Out of resources.  Out of our minds. The state of this nation is disturbing. That’s the best one word definition I could come up with. I’ve devoted myself to the Obama campaign since before he became number 44. Even with mixed emotions, I will vote for him again. Simply on the grounds of the insanity and uncertainty the right wing has shown. I just want them to come up with a decent candidate to make this interesting and feel more intelligent. Talk about a party that needs a reboot.  On the other side, Dems don’t have a spine.  They like to talk a lot, but rarely do much more that that.  They are usually to wrapped up in the thought of re-election even right after they got elected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve watched Obama get bullied and pushed around so easily. He’s done some simply amazing things. He’s done some simply stupid things. Overall, I believe he’s been a good President. Certainly an upgrade.  When the 2010 elections were going on, I found myself so worked up that I bordered on the brink of insanity. A bit of advice, don’t mix Whiskey with Fox news and MSNBC, the results can be entertaining but, depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Keith Olbermann religiously along with reading and watching other view points. Yes, even Fox News. Keith Took an abrupt exit from TV and it gave me clarity.  It caused me to calm down and not get as worked up.  I realized I was nothing but talking points. All ANY of us do is regurgitate what we hear on the news. Talking points are such a foundation. We look for the American flag on the lapel before we really try to delve into what the politician is really saying.  We fail to see through the propaganda. I still love Keith for what he brings to the table and will continue to watch his show as I can.  A perfect storm is Jon Stewart. Real news with some humor.  He keeps me centered, at least entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our increasingly busy lives, we rely more than ever on the news to inform us… or tell us what we want to hear.  Both sides of this isle are guilty and it’s an easy trap to fall into. What happens over time is that we lose our ability to see everything clearly. This goes way beyond selecting a party. This is called understanding common problems and having a desire for real solutions regardless of party affiliation. We’ve lost our ability to solve problems. We’re to busy worried what the other side is doing or saying wrong. I’ve learned they ALL have agendas, even our president. It sounds so evil when I say that but, We are truly picking our poison with all of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few good friends have taught me a few things about politics over the last few years. The basic path to clarity is the middle. The answer usually is found there.  We also rely too much on other people to fix our problems.  We keep waiting for the government to create more jobs and give us more benefits and make it ALL work.  This is toxic and can ruin lives. I hope to start looking at government as icing on the cake. The cake is the decisions we make and the work we put in.  What the government does well should be viewed as a pleasant surprise. It’s up to us to fix our issues and stop letting ourselves be victims.  As a unit, we have more power than any corporation. They are nothing without our money. The government, even with the best intentions, simply can’t help us. WE have to help us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we managed our own money and own lives better? Made better decisions? Created a sense of community again instead of hate?  We’re all guilty.  I am. You are. Stop digging for your next eavesdropped talking point and use your mind. WE must fix this and be more self sufficient. We’ve all been putting fuel into this viscous circle for to long. Do I all of a sudden have answers? NO, and neither do you. But, I hope we gain a clearer view of where to start looking…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308169355828562835-1753268209877195186?l=grantshorter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/1753268209877195186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2308169355828562835&amp;postID=1753268209877195186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/1753268209877195186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/1753268209877195186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/2011/08/out-of-options.html' title='Out of options'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XEKvFrhIFlc/TlEVFH77gvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GPSR4GycBHU/s72-c/cartoon%2Bobama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835.post-4361646248847988116</id><published>2011-07-15T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T06:47:42.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>Friends.  I think we grow up with the expectation that friends are or should be forever.  When they aren’t, we get resentful and sometimes angry.  “why haven’t they called?” “why haven’t they e-mailed?” “why don’t they make an effort to connect?”. Questions that have crossed all of our minds over our life.  I used to get upset with friends for making me ask those questions.  But, I’ve come to a better conclusion. Friends are not always meant to stay with us “forever”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem that I’ve found really is beautifully written and puts friends and our relationships with them into perspective:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reason, Season, or Lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;When you figure out which one it is,&lt;br /&gt;you will know what to do for each person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON,&lt;br /&gt;it is usually to meet a need you have expressed.&lt;br /&gt;They have come to assist you through a difficulty;&lt;br /&gt;to provide you with guidance and support;&lt;br /&gt;to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;They may seem like a godsend, and they are.&lt;br /&gt;They are there for the reason you need them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,&lt;br /&gt;this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done.&lt;br /&gt;The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON,&lt;br /&gt;because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.&lt;br /&gt;They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;They may teach you something you have never done.&lt;br /&gt;They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it. It is real. But only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons;&lt;br /&gt;things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.&lt;br /&gt;Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person,&lt;br /&gt;and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;— Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308169355828562835-4361646248847988116?l=grantshorter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/4361646248847988116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2308169355828562835&amp;postID=4361646248847988116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/4361646248847988116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/4361646248847988116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/2011/07/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835.post-6284411667069252015</id><published>2011-07-02T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T06:38:16.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you find who you were looking for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Did you find who you  were looking for?” The librarian asked….&amp;nbsp; It took me 34 years to answer  her.&amp;nbsp; I spent the heart of my childhood, ages three to thirteen, in a  town called Plainfield,  Indiana.&amp;nbsp; I was one of the less popular people  in my class to put it mildly.&amp;nbsp; My family was wonderful and I really had  everything I could ever need or want.&amp;nbsp; A small handful of friends.&amp;nbsp; My  drawing ability helped me a bit but, for the most part, I was an outcast  amongst my classmates.&amp;nbsp; Socially awkward, chubby and un-athletic.&amp;nbsp; Not a  good combo when you’re trying to impress people.&amp;nbsp; Plus, if you haven’t  heard, ridicule is contagious in the ranks of elementary school. If one  group doesn’t like you, just wait, they’ll bring more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  year ten, the news came that we were leaving.&amp;nbsp; Optimism washed over me  that I would get a fresh start and try to gain acceptance with a very  different group of people in a very different place.&amp;nbsp; I left feeling  there was unfinished business, a desire to prove my worth to people who  couldn’t care less.&amp;nbsp; It was difficult but, I buried that desire and left  Plainfield without looking back.&amp;nbsp; Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bound for a  small river town about 40 minutes south called Spencer, Indiana. I knew  nothing about this town except for the fact that we were moving there  effective immediately. I was scared to death on my first day of school.  It’s amazing how much we crave the devil we know over the devil we don’t  know.&amp;nbsp; A whole building full of people I didn’t recognize. It was the  first time in my life that I recognized no one.&amp;nbsp; I stayed in the corner  and sketched simply because it was the only familiar thing I could do  until I calmed down.&amp;nbsp; The ol’ pencil and paper was always there to  listen.&amp;nbsp; It may not tell you what you want to hear sometimes but, it’s  always there and always honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so jaded from my  previous stomping grounds that I suspected people to be up to no good  simply for saying “hello”.&amp;nbsp; I was waiting for the bus on my first fog  filled august morning, and every car that passed me by, waved hello. I  have never seen anyone do that, ever.&amp;nbsp; People were very neighborly and  they genuinely took care of each other. I witnessed this both personally  and from afar.&amp;nbsp; It was a display of the human spirit that I rarely was  exposed to.&amp;nbsp; Almost found exclusively in movies, adding to my reluctance  at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Plainfield, I was a failing student. I  cared less and less everyday.&amp;nbsp; I felt lost.&amp;nbsp; That feeling continued into  Spencer as I was getting to know my new surroundings.&amp;nbsp; New places, new  people and new everything.&amp;nbsp; It took about a year of lousy grades and  adjustment for things to settle down. I almost failed the 8th grade.&amp;nbsp; I  was simply at the bottom of my academic efforts. I still don’t know how I  passed the 8th grade. I didn’t deserve to on grades alone.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I got  pushed through for other reasons. I’ll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,  i went on to high school.&amp;nbsp; A light bulb went off. I’d love to give  credit to someone or something but, I can’t put my finger on exactly  what happened to me.&amp;nbsp; A transformation took place and I was an honor  role student for the first time in my life. I think the secret was that I  cared again.&amp;nbsp; I started to rise out of the heaviness and dark clouds.&amp;nbsp; I  was growing up and realizing my potential and genuinely had something  to look forward to for the first time in a while.&amp;nbsp; Again, keep in mind,  that I still had that same amazing family that I had before. What was  different is that I started believing their encouragement.&amp;nbsp; I started to  get true friends in my life.&amp;nbsp; My art was blossoming, my athleticism  started showing itself, I got taller and the pounds started coming off. I  was breaking free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the parts of my time growing up  in Spencer that were bad, turned out to be good or at least for my own  good.&amp;nbsp; I played baseball for the first time. I had a legitimate  competitor in my art to push forward and not take things for granted.&amp;nbsp;  I’ve been on both sides of pain. There is pain that can destroy and pain  that can inspire. I thank Spencer for the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a  socially awkward, chubby and un-athletic kid to a grown man, confident  in who he is and uninterested in other people’s opinions and  negativity.&amp;nbsp; I went back to Plainfield the other day to look at the  senior yearbook of what would have been my graduating class.&amp;nbsp; It was  weird to see life move on without me. I felt like I was the kid who died  in the car crash watching how everyone grew up and moved on.&amp;nbsp; Looking  how they all turned out and thinking to myself “yeah, that’s about  right”. They moved on just like I did.&amp;nbsp; It’s like I had two separate  lives. Two separate childhoods.&amp;nbsp; As much anger as I held back against  many of them, I am in a place where I need to thank them. Thank them for  giving me the contrast in my life to appreciate where I am and realize  that the best places for those old feelings is indeed IN Plainfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve  never had such a long time to answer one question in my whole life.&amp;nbsp; In  reflection, my experiences have molded me into who I am today.&amp;nbsp; I  didn’t fully appreciate my journey until that day leaving the library.  So, did I find who I was looking for? I simply smiled at the helpful  librarian, said “yes”, got in my old faithful red truck and drove &lt;em&gt;Home&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308169355828562835-6284411667069252015?l=grantshorter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/6284411667069252015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2308169355828562835&amp;postID=6284411667069252015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/6284411667069252015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/6284411667069252015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/2011/07/did-you-find-who-you-were-looking-for.html' title='Did you find who you were looking for?'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835.post-3243248540700534912</id><published>2011-07-02T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T06:15:51.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the EXACT moment?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZM-Xt1FTEg/Tg8Z9ptv7aI/AAAAAAAAACI/CV_SgCAV1aA/s1600/Sundown_in_mountain_top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZM-Xt1FTEg/Tg8Z9ptv7aI/AAAAAAAAACI/CV_SgCAV1aA/s400/Sundown_in_mountain_top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624743006569491874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0pt 5.4pt 0pt 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0pt;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where is the EXACT moment? The Exact moment where your time is starting to pass you by and “potential” is running out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without realizing it, you feel as if you are now the spectator. It turns out we have several different instances of similar realizations in our life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The moment where you realize that you are about where you are going to be in life and the big dreams are meant for someone else and you’re just to far behind.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it squandered opportunities or part of our ultimate life path? You’re struggling to find your purpose or at least your place in life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a funny thing when finally reality and your day dreams collide.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The real test we all face.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The difference between us all is how we deal with it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of true “success” I think what we are really searching for is contentment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It doesn’t matter what we’re happy about as long as &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;we’re&lt;/i&gt; happy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Happiness is strictly defined by the person not the masses.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We tend to forget that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We tend to measure success by someone else’s reaction.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I find myself envying people not so much for their success but, their happiness. They are happy with their success that they have defined which, is the true meaning of inner peace.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sadly, the biggest success is defined by who has the biggest audience.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This can be misleading and unfair.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We live in a world that puts reality TV “stars” up higher on the food chain than a teacher for special needs children or a firefighter or member of our military.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our perception of success is skewed from our very first days.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of us figure it out, some of us will continue to search and the rest of us will never find it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We struggle with definitions of ourselves in society.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What we are really looking for is to have an inner peace with who we are and our connection with everything else.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My skewed idea of success and the reality of it collide on a daily basis.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ve all accepted awards and accolades with the best of them behind shower curtains or given wonderful speeches to our steering wheel.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a peak of acceptance within us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once we’ve reached it, we look in three directions: down, straight ahead and up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly, we judge our self worth on the direction with the least amount of letters. We obsess over how other people are climbing through life. We pay to much attention to the peak of the mountain but, the true beauty is in the journey.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for the peak, here’s to hoping I keep climbing and never find it….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308169355828562835-3243248540700534912?l=grantshorter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/3243248540700534912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2308169355828562835&amp;postID=3243248540700534912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/3243248540700534912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/3243248540700534912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-is-exact-moment.html' title='Where is the EXACT moment?'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZM-Xt1FTEg/Tg8Z9ptv7aI/AAAAAAAAACI/CV_SgCAV1aA/s72-c/Sundown_in_mountain_top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835.post-4656800316936063216</id><published>2008-10-14T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:02:47.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Dumpster Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We've all had ex's in our lives right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course we have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's amazing to me that people say that they are over you and it's quite obvious they aren't.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I've had my fair share of crazy ex's you just can't be nice to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You think "what's the harm" it's been a while, they've obviously moved on, got married, started a family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Harmless right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WRONG.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the risk of generalizing, ex's are in the past and that's where they should stay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is nothing to talk about anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Move on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They claim they just want to be friends but, no matter how the relationship ended, they are usually up to something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keeping tabs on your life, rubbing your nose ever so slightly in how good they think they are doing since they been without you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;GROW UP!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think most 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; graders have more on the ball than some of the lunatics I've come in contact with over the last few years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Human dumpster fires that blame everyone else for their problems.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I've dealt with it and most recently, Susan has dealt with it as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don't feel the need to talk to ex's whether things ended on good terms or not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm not talking about the person you were friends with, dated a few times and decided it just wasn't right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean the people you had a long, serious relationship with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a connection, no matter how normal it seemed back then. Then later you asked yourself "what the hell was I thinking" we all have those.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing to be ashamed of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all have people we've dated that we shouldn't have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ignored friend's warnings, gut feelings and red flags galore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, we marched forward thinking we could save them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I've come up with a new definition of these types of people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They're still the same asshole; they've just learned how to lie better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Make you feel bad about your accomplishments and achieving your goals or at least having some goals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You put up with all that and after all that ass wiping, they blame you for everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No matter what little gleam you think you see of decency, at the end of the day, they are still who they are…Jerks and deadbeats and everything in between.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of Susan's ex's came up to our camp site one night and was really quite pleasant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Drunk, but pleasant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It made me uneasy as I know it would be for Susan the other way around if an ex of mine came around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wasn't out to hurt anyone's feelings, just voice my opinion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Caring very much about her man, she deleted him and his wife from myspace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She explained the situation politely and wished them both the best of luck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which was responded by large, redundant, idiotic e-mails on pretty much how uppity we were and that he was the bigger person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It just proves you can't be nice, civil or mature about things with some people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their cheap, parlor games and under the table insults were not deserved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get tired of getting challenged by people half my IQ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They don't get it and they don't get that they don't get it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even when people are given the opportunity to grow up, they simply choose not to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I type anymore, I'm afraid I'll be feeding on the bottom with them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good luck to them both and to anyone who thinks the world owes them something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308169355828562835-4656800316936063216?l=grantshorter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/4656800316936063216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2308169355828562835&amp;postID=4656800316936063216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/4656800316936063216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/4656800316936063216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/2008/10/human-dumpster-fire.html' title='Human Dumpster Fire'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835.post-6669006620341734035</id><published>2008-04-04T00:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:16:32.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting there ever so slowly....</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends!  i’ve discovered that i cannot sleep.  i’ve decided to make (good?) use of this time and write an overdue blog.  Ramblings in the wee hours of the morning.  nothing more.  Susan has moved down to spencer with me so she can start her new job at authorhouse as a children’s book illustrator.  as one creative professional to another, i’m so proud of her.  it’s quite an accomplishment when you can do something you like to do for a living.  not many people can say that.  we’ve both worked crappy, blue collar jobs to get to this point which i feel helps us appreciate where we are at and to not take things for granted.  also, susan has moved down here so we can start our new life together.  it was hard living at each other’s houses through the week which we were an hour apart.  saturday will be 5 months and it’s been an amazing ride.  i’ve never found someone who has completed me in so many ways.  it’s easy to get insecure about yourself as a person when you’re around such a wonderful person.  "Why am I the fortunate one?" "what makes ME wondeful to her?" I’m a perfectionist anyway.  i want to be number one at everything.  but, i can’t be.  none of us can.  at the end of the day we’re all just looking to see where we fit in and if it makes us comfortable.  perfectionists have a hard time with such things.  i feel we all are striving for that perfection at times.  some more than others.  we all want to be the beautiful/handsome person in the tabloids.  the talented painter, musician, athlete, comedian, writer, etc...  we want to be the number one person in someone’s life.  am i Johnny Depp?  Matthew Maconahay?  Lewis Black? Dane Cook?  Monet?  Norman Rockwell?  LeBron James?  oh god no...  but, it’s nice to know we fit in somewhere.  all i know for sure is that there was a day not that long ago that i said i would probably not get married again.  i’ve changed my mind and believe i’ve found a partner in every sense of the word to grow old with and raise a family together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m rambling a bit, but i warned you.  blogs are great because i can rant and rant and not worry that much about it.  that’s what you’re supposed to do on these things.  well, enough rambling.  i believe i’ll try to continue my slumber... farewell friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308169355828562835-6669006620341734035?l=grantshorter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/6669006620341734035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2308169355828562835&amp;postID=6669006620341734035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/6669006620341734035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/6669006620341734035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-there-ever-so-slowly.html' title='getting there ever so slowly....'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835.post-2517336857068465491</id><published>2008-04-04T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:15:57.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the big move...</title><content type='html'>back to the big move....  i can’t thank everyone enough for helping us when we needed it the most the last few weeks.  you find out who your true friends are when it’s moving day.  LOL  my transmission in my truck went out right as i was heading to indy to get the first load.  i was so aggrevated.  I can’t thank my friends donnie and amy enough for helping us.  they sacrificed two weekends to come and help us plus have let us borrow a vehicle when we needed it to get things done.  all of that and they didn’t blink an eye.  i certainly understand people that just couldn’t make it out or had previous engagements.  we had some setbacks but, we had some real triumphs considering the circumstances.  a special thanks goes out to Joanna and Brian for helping us on joanna’s ONLY and i mean ONLY day off during the month to come help move a piano into a truck and just be there to help.  that really meant alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’d also like to personally thank tracy for her help and use of her truck.  each day we got kicked in the teeth by one setback or another and it was friends like donnie, amy, joanna, brian and tracy that helped save the day.  they helped turn crappy days into productive ones.  susan got her new job sooner than she expected so we had to speed things up from a month and a half to move into about  two and a half weeks.  this move has been one for the books and i’ve eaten more fast food during this than any one man should consume EVER.  but, we’re all in the same place now.  all 5 of us.  we have 3 cats/children total.  it has been challenging.  i’ll just leave it at that but, we are managing and trying to put our home together.  fellow spencerians(?) please join me in welcoming susan into the community and making her feel welcome.  be good my friends and we will talk again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308169355828562835-2517336857068465491?l=grantshorter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/2517336857068465491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2308169355828562835&amp;postID=2517336857068465491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/2517336857068465491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/2517336857068465491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-move.html' title='the big move...'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835.post-4056870511826910594</id><published>2008-02-22T21:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:42:31.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections....</title><content type='html'>we all wait for that day...  the day where we will turn the corner and everything will change for the better.  you'll quit smoking, start that diet, start working out, stick to a budget....etc.  but, what i've discovered is that we don't know if that first day of the rest of our lives is what it is until we reflect and look back.  we wake up with good intentions but we never know if something has stuck and we've made a change for the better until we look back.  we're all ready to quit smoking right in the middle of that cigarette for example.  ofcoarse you're ready to quit.  you just got your nicotine fix for the moment.  the real strength comes when you want a cigarrete and you tell your body no.  same thing with food, exercise or whatever goal you have.  self discipline.  we're all just trying to beat the surgeon general's warning stat.  nothing is gauranteed.  you can have a guy that has never touched a cigarette and drop over dead while running his marathon and have a 85 year old woman who chain smokes, never have a problem.  that's where fate comes in for me. we go when we are supposed to go.  life really is too short so, live life how you want.  the one thing we do have control over is the quality of life we can have while we're here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308169355828562835-4056870511826910594?l=grantshorter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/4056870511826910594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2308169355828562835&amp;postID=4056870511826910594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/4056870511826910594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/4056870511826910594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/2008/02/reflections.html' title='reflections....'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835.post-3919497546657432164</id><published>2008-02-22T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:28:24.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another set of ramblings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;hello again friends!  it's been a while since i've written a blog.  so i thought i'd spit one out.  things have been crazy in a good way.  i've made yet another discovery about myself.  i'm a people pleaser.  to a fault at times.  i'll do things i don't want to do, go places i don't want to go, just to please someone.  it's not about putting myself first.  it's about putting myself at equal level with someone and realizing that i count too.  to be honest, i'm not comfortable with people doing things for me.  i have no idea why.  i've been that way since i was a kid.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i don't like accepting compliments either.  i've gotten better over the years.  i've always appreciated them and i've learned to say thank you.  i never felt worthy enough for compliments sometimes.  bizzare, i know.  i don't like alot of attention drawn to me.  i sit in my cube at work and just get into a zone.  there are alot of days where i would just like to be off in a corner doing my thing.  then i'll turn completely around and enjoy interaction with everyone.  guess i'm moody.  i HATE repetitve noise. scanners scanning, people talking, clacking of keyboards, redundant jokes, redundant jokes.  guess that's why alarm clocks work so well for me.  being a perfectionist is a blessing and a curse.  i've been praised for work i've done that i've found 10 flaws in.  where's the happy medium?  the happy medium where you still have the hunger to get better but at the same time, you can give yourself a pat on the back and feel good about your work.  i'm still struggling to find it.  i hesitate to draw sometimes because i want every line i put down to be perfect and in the right place.  if i don't feel i can do that, i don't usually bother.  as an artist, that's a horrible way to look at it.  susan told me that you have to go through 10 bad pieces to get to that good one and you won't get to that good one until you go through the bad ones.  so, i have to get brave and accept, almost welcome, these bad pieces to get to my good ones.  it's hard for me but, if i want to reach new heights then that's what needs to happen.  my art has become stale because of my primitive thinking.  anyway, i hope to reverse alot of this thinking and create a new, creative sense of self.  wish me luck and thanks for reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308169355828562835-3919497546657432164?l=grantshorter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/3919497546657432164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2308169355828562835&amp;postID=3919497546657432164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/3919497546657432164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/3919497546657432164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-set-of-ramblings.html' title='another set of ramblings...'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835.post-7504823132730924113</id><published>2008-01-26T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:13:23.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings... a working title — Friday, January 25, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello again friends!  just a warning, some of my blogs will have some points to them, others will not.  this one might be the latter.  my job is going as well as ever.  being recognized for your skills and talents is wonderful.  the important thing is to have a slice of that humble pie once in a while to keep ourselves in check.  atleast, that's what i try to do.  there is a difference between confidence and cockiness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;there are times in my life where i do feel like an outcast, that i was born in the wrong time period.  has that happened to any of you?  the world is full of so much crap.  violence, abuse (emotional and physical), drugs, adultry, molestation, "war", gas prices, politics, wacky sex acts and organized religion.  the lack of standards by people is quite disturbing.  as people, we want to "fit in", listen to the cool music, understand the "in" writers and poets.  we generally want to be "cool" and just "get it". we want acceptance and sometimes we'll do certain things (some of us will do anything) we normally wouldn't do to feel that brief moment of acceptance.  we are a society built on fear and guilt.  "you better do this or you'll go to hell" okay, that's too far the other way.  i'm sure you've heard that moderation is the key to life.  that is so true.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my art has suffered as of late.  i'm calling it art again without quotes.  i was questioning my own artistic ability in a previous blog but, no more.  i was forgetting that art is subjective and screw the rest of them.  i want to draw again without fear.  like when i was 7 and i just drew what i wanted and never worried about it being good or bad.  creation!!  the creative process can be the ultimate high.  i feel it has the potential to be the closest thing to parenthood if you let it.  think about it, building something from scratch and mold it as if you would your child.  with your personality, style and charisma. whether you draw or paint or scrapbook, be creative.  it's a gift.  a wonderful gift.  your gift.  don't let people cut you down.  i get afraid people won't like what i put down on the paper. i've lost what it means to create.  i'm working hard to change that and be comfortable in my own skin artisically again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;in my line of work, i've had people get very emotional, in a good way, about my book covers.  on the other side, i've had people ask for my resignation to put it politely. the one thing i can come away from that, aside from an ever thickening hide, is the fact that i tried to give them my best.  that's all i can ever do.  never be upset with good intentions. care about getting better.  set the bar higher.  want more for yourself.  don't be satisfied.  but, never forget to enjoy your life. it's great to have goals, but getting lost in them is horrible.  that's where the moderation comes in i spoke of previously.  i don't get upset with people screwing up, if they really try and care about what they are doing.  it's the people that intentionally try to hurt you or mess you up that are jerks.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;on to baseball...  my beloved st. louis cardinals are officially cleaning house.  some of the best players i've enjoyed seeing play over the past several years are gone.  david eckstein, jim edmonds and scott rolen to name a few.  i have shirts of all 3.  i'll still wear them because they are a perminent part of the franchise lore.  the 2006 championship team cememented that.  from a business standpoint, i see why they've let everyone go.  edmonds is a concussion away from retirement and hopefully wil get a job in the booth unless that concussion word happens this next season in san diego.  he'll be a natural.  scott rolen's shoulder might send him to early retirement and eckstein just signed somewhere else.  odd that toronto will have rolen and eckstein in the infield.  i think the cards are trying to stock pile draft picks and money so they can get another competitve roster before pujols gets too old.  pujols will play into his earlt 40's in my opinion.  i feel we are watching the resurrection of an edgar martinez of sorts.  pujols just gets better at swinging the bat.  he won't have the power at 40 that he does now, nor will he be able to hit like tony gwynn but, i could still see him a tough out DH down the road for a contender.  maybe get him another ring while he's at it.  he's 28 and already had a shot a 2 rings and has won one.  wait-n-see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks again for listening... err. reading...  more later....&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/anxious.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308169355828562835-7504823132730924113?l=grantshorter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/7504823132730924113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2308169355828562835&amp;postID=7504823132730924113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/7504823132730924113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/7504823132730924113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/2008/01/ramblings-working-title-friday-january.html' title='ramblings... a working title — Friday, January 25, 2008'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835.post-1115712655515537389</id><published>2008-01-26T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:12:17.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heath Ledger — Tuesday, January 22, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sad news was passed along to me today that Heath Ledger has died.  Suspicions of drug OD are out there.  To some, he was just eye candy that made every woman want him.  The real tragedy is that a wonderfully versatile actor, husband and (the worst part) a father.  instead of wondering whether his role in the batman movie was completed, just celebrate his contributions to the silver screen and how revered he was in the industry.  to be honest, i really don't know much about him but, i can tell by people's reactions and my opinion's of the films i did see him in, he will be missed.  from what i could tell, he didn't fall into the "pretty boy" model, much like Johnny Depp, he cared about doing roles that meant something and he didn't mind getting his hands dirty doing it.  Bottom line, it is quite sad to lose such a creative person.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308169355828562835-1115712655515537389?l=grantshorter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/1115712655515537389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2308169355828562835&amp;postID=1115712655515537389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/1115712655515537389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/1115712655515537389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath-ledger-tuesday-january-22-2008.html' title='Heath Ledger — Tuesday, January 22, 2008'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835.post-769753724248145808</id><published>2008-01-26T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:11:15.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day...  Wednesday, January 16, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I've come along way since i've turned 30.  allot has happened to me.  good and bad.  i feel i've grown artistically but, on the flip side i feel i've come to some horrible realizations.  i'm afraid of success and failure.  that may be kinda hard to understand.  i have trouble with it myself.  if i have sucess, then i'm afraid i won't have it very long so i don't get to enjoy it as much as next next person might.  if i fail, then it just fuels my doubts when i do suceed.  wierd i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made my art reputation on drawing stuff from photographs.  as much as it takes talent to have an eye for composition and layout.  i can't really call myself an actual artist.  someone that can make something from scratch without reference or much of one.  i love to draw comic book characters.  i grew up wanting to be a comic book illustrator.  i look back on stuff now and realize that i'm just a mish-mash of other people's style.  nothing of my own.  my favorite quote when it comes to art is simply this...  "An essential aspect of creativity is not being afraid to fail."  i've never heard the truth spoken so loud and clear in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at a wierd crossroads with my artistic life.  the main thing that artists want in my opinion, is respect for what they do.  it's awesome to get compliments from people.  but, it means so much more when you get complimented by your peers.  the average person (i mean artistically) is always amazed to see someone do something they can't or don't want to do.  i do it too to people who possess gifts i don't.  i try to enjoy the creative process but, i have a drive and stubborness to be the best at what i do.  i stay humble to stay focused.  i've seen all sorts of artistic people in my life from the humble to the down right arrogant.  design and art are two different beasts but, it takes talent and skill to do both.  as talented as i was told i was growing up, i still had to work at it allot.  it just came easier to me than most i was around.  i always wanted to help people learn if they wanted and never talk down to them becasue i was once that nervous kid afraid to ask questions.  art should be fun and whether i'm a full blown "artist" is irrelevant to me.  i know what i can do and i know what i'd like to do.  i could care less what the arrogant art people think.  i grew tired of their arrogance in college when i was a fine arts major.  let's make this clear that i AM generalizing and DO NOT in any way shape or form think all artistic people are like this.  nowhere close.  i'm just venting about something i wanted to get off my chest since i was in college almost 15 years ago.  i loved my classmates and the love for art they brought from their different backgrounds.  they never judged, they were just able to "BE".  people try to place opinons as facts in a very subjective art world.  i'd like to see a world where people can create more without some art snob huffing and rolling their eyes.  grow up....  thanks for listening friends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308169355828562835-769753724248145808?l=grantshorter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/769753724248145808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2308169355828562835&amp;postID=769753724248145808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/769753724248145808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/769753724248145808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-another-day-wednesday-january-16.html' title='just another day...  Wednesday, January 16, 2008'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308169355828562835.post-508894948182757299</id><published>2008-01-26T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:10:27.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog wackiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello friends, co-workers, etc….!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I've come to some realizations about myself and have decided to do a regular blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that I talk people's arm's off about stuff they could care less about and analyze things until they no longer have a heartbeat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This blog allows my friends the OPTION to see what's on my mind and I still feel like I'm getting heard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nice compromise I think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wrote a blog the other night and I felt better about the little stresses I've had building up for a while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt allot better actually.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can just write without someone staring at their watch or tapping their foot trying to figure out how to change the subject.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I probably won't be writing everyday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm sure I'll go through streaks with my world famous tangents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we can't laugh at ourselves then who can we laugh at?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it's a good way to stay humble.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'll be writing more later if your interested….&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/full.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308169355828562835-508894948182757299?l=grantshorter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/feeds/508894948182757299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2308169355828562835&amp;postID=508894948182757299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/508894948182757299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308169355828562835/posts/default/508894948182757299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantshorter.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-wackiness.html' title='Blog wackiness'/><author><name>Grant Shorter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574041177393177287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rs3Q9FMcMV4/ScUkPSATNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/dmh5HNeRX-8/S220/Grant_cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
