My career is in information technology (IT).
I am not a developer. I support software and the people who use it. I get excited about figuring out how it works, training people, and managing data. What the hell is wrong with me? I think it feeds a few things. It feeds my natural tendency to see the big picture and translate it into practical explanations. It feeds my need to fix, to find solutions, to create order from chaos. It feeds my deep-seated desire for world domination.
Hey, she who controls information controls the world. Continue reading
I had an odd experience in February 2009. I went home to see my mother, about a month after the end of my last long-term relationship (I’ve had two). When I walked into her kitchen, she said in surprise, “It’s nice to see you… I haven’t seen you in a long time…” She didn’t mean physically. She meant my spirit, my being, my inner self. I asked her how long it had been since she had seen ‘me’.
1993. Sixteen years. Before I sold out.
I knew what she meant. Back then, I intentionally changed who I was. I hated who I was. I wanted something more, something different, something that I thought was better than what I naturally am. I gave up being an artist in favor of a technical career.
I am a sellout. Continue reading
Hair dyeing college days
Little bit of money
Spent on a box of
Someone would notice
They might kiss
My ashtray mouth
Exposed to the world
Smoke in my lungs
Orange or brown carpet
Hot summer nights
Steaming river fish
12-pack on the dock
Light reflected water
Young new hope
Unfettered and free of
-Copyright C.M. Mounts, March 2018