Friday, October 20, 2006

My blog-energy is being sucked by another blog. For a class I'm taking this quarter I have to write in a blog once a day. Being a good sport, I'm writing in that blog every day even though I dislike writing every day and being told to do such.

My entries here will be very limited, but I invite you to visit my required blog. Go here. Or, use the link on the side. Everything in this blog isn't class related, so you may read something interesting. So far I've posted a bit on my dash light miracle, the Elvis look-alike, and my knee. You know you want to read it.

-T. Budnik

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Another Book Review: The Culting of Brands: Turn Your Customers Into True Believers
by Douglas Atkin
Woe is me. I've become one of them. Those people who buy from the business/sales/marketing section of a bookstore. Following an instructor's suggestion, I bought this book and read it.

It's good. There's an interesting comparison made between cults (or at least the way cults work) and brands (or how successful brands work). Of course, there's the rut that most non-fictional, theory-giving books can fall into. That's repetition. Lordy, I get it already about Saturn!

I find myself thinking about my current projects with a new perspective since I've read this book and that will enhance my concepting abilities--I hope. But, I'm wary about reading books like this. There's something about those business/sales/marketing books that rub me the wrong way.

Here's what I wish: one day I'll be so experieced in my chosen field that when I reach that point of passing knowledge down to the young ones, I'll tell them, "Go read 'Jane Eyre' or anything by David Sedaris." And when they eagerly run off and read those books and come back to me asking what the hell the books have to do with business/sales/marketing, I'll say, "Well, nothing, really. But, didn't you think they were damn good?"

-T. Budnik

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Amicalola Falls: Revisited
Per Mom's request, I'm posting something else for my readers. Because the first week in a new quarter of school never gets to a running start, I didn't have anywhere to be today. The sun was shining and still being disappointed that I couldn't find time to drive out to Amicalola Falls during my real break, I decided to do it today.

The drive was beautiful, as always. Except, I still don't understand why I have to pay 50 cents to get onto GA400 just to drive through construction. Oh well. Lucky me, parking at the park is free on Wednesdays.
Last time I went, I parked a the mid-point of the falls and walked down to the visitor center. By the time I had gotten back up to where I started, I was too tired to climb the 475 stairs to get to the top. This time I resolved to park at the bottom and hike all the way to the top.

The first part of the hike is an easy 10 minutes. And then you get to this:
First Set of Stairs
You huff and puff up those stairs to be rewarded with this:
Mid Point
Then, you see this sign:
Second Set of Stairs
and think, shoot, if the middle of the falls is that spectacular, it'll be worth it to climb these stairs and see them from above.
Haha! You're wrong, though, because after the 425 stair climb, all you really see is this:
Top of Falls
Other noteworthy sitings:
Man off stairs
This man was completely off of the stairs. Way to follow the rules.
Don't worry, I didn't forget to take a self portrait:
Self Portrait at AF
I'll probably drive out to the falls many more times during my stay in Georgia. I can't wait to go when the leaves have fallen.

-T. Budnik

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Another Book Review: "The Best American Travel Writing 2002"

Why have I just finished reading this anthology from 2002? Why not something a tad more recent? Simple: I bought it used for a penny off of the internet. Thank goodness I didn't pay any more for it.

If you like essays about Africa and 9/11, this is the book for you. I bought this book thinking that after driving across the United States (and a bit o' Canada) I could fancy myself interested in traveling. Nope. Most of these essays were dry and like "travel journals"--something I was called out on for this stinky essay I wrote about the motel/hotels of Canada.

My favorites: "Forty Years in Acapulco" by Devin Friedman; "The Man Upstairs" by none other than David Sedaris, and Michael Finkel's "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Void" put all of the other Africa essays to shame.

Now I have to find another penny book.

-T. Budnik