Monday, November 26, 2007

Is it ever okay to quit?

With gas prices rising and airlines declining and retracting into their shells, I hit a hard wall. It was hard enough running into the situation with no experience. The facts are clear. People in the US won't fly to Margarita, unless they get a direct flight, and airlines are in no situation to start investing in a direct flight, whether it be a charter or even just a trial run. We are in the beginnings of a recession, which no one will invest in, so why should I invest my time in something that someone doesn't want. I am quitting the Margarita project.

More projects will come; I'm sure of it, but I'm running a little dry at this time (hence the lack of blogging).

That doesn't mean that I don't still have theories and ideas to share.

As you may know, Conan O'Brien is taking over Jay Leno's time slot sometime soon, because, well I'm not so sure why. I'm not a fan of his comedy. I have heard that he is a down-to-earth friendly person, but that doesn't get you ratings. Turning your TV on brings you ratings, which brings me to my theory of how Conan gets his high ratings.

My dad is a fan of Jay Leno. He tunes into his show every weeknight, even during re-runs. He says that Jay's jokes are tailored to the baby boomer market. But like so many other aging baby-boomers, he can't seem to stay awake for the shows entirety. He falls asleep somewhere before the band introduction and wakes up in the beginnings of Conan. Like myself, my dad can't stand Conan and shuts it off immediately before turning in for the night. Maybe much of the baby boomer population are doing the same thing, and in turn, are giving Conan much un-needed ratings.

I apologize for not posting in so long. Now that I have current readers other than myself, it's really my responsibility that I write regularly. I should be resuming my bi-monthly schedule immediately.

Anyways, during the month of August, I wrote a nightly journal about living in the slum of Jersey City. I often woke up in the middle of the night because of the heat and my restlessness encouraged me to look out the window and reflect upon the streets that I live on. I will be posting my journal entries as a public apology for not keeping my promise. Cheers.