Objective Reattribution Theorem

Any object, once given to another person in the form of a non-obligatory gift (birthdays, graduations, weddings, etc.), immediately and indefinitely redefines the emotional significance of said object and it’s applicable meaning. To illustrate: say I gave my best friend, Theodore, a book. Theodore hasn’t heard anything about this book, it’s author, or the themes and content within it’s pages.  He reads it, enjoys it, tells me about it, and then he puts it down for a while and forgets about it. While this book entertained him for a short brief, when asked about the book by others, Theodore will speak not of the book’s death grip plot structure or relatable characters. He will speak, instead, of the kind friend who gave it to him as a token of nicety. Thus alternating the depth of definitions for Theodore. This places the most personal, and therefore most meaningful, definition first. To others this mere object is nothing more, or less, than a book. Just a book. But to Theodore this is an entity of our friendship and a reminder of what the friendship means to each of us. This is something a third party will know nothing about nor feel anything significant towards.

In positive correlation with heightened emotional meaning, it’s trade value skyrockets to a nearly treasured level. How many times have we been cleaning and come across a picture, a patch, an action figure, or an item of clothing given to us by a friend? Well, unless the object was given to you by someone you really don’t care about or you’re a cold-hearted barbarian, it’s a bit difficult to part with something that was given to you by someone else you truly love. Regardless if it’s no longer stylish, doesn’t fit, or was apart of the last two years where you were stuck in a fad you’re trying to forget. It still carries with it an unspoken bond of companionship and an obligation to cherish it accordingly.

Why is ORT (Objective Reattribution Theorem) important?

  • Rejection of 1-D Thinking: Instead of saying,“Yeah, it’s just an replica leather jacket the greasers wore in the Outsiders.” You’ll instead say,“Yeah, it’s just a replica leather jacket the greasers wore in the Outsiders that my friend Tom gave me. I should give him a call. I think the craft bazaar is in town this weekend.”
  • Think of Others: Let’s be honest with each other. We all spend most of the livelong day thinking about ourselves. What do we want to do today? Eat today? Think today? What does my future hold? What excuse am I going to give Aunt Becky later to tell her nicely that I’m not going to take her to the Wig Emporium? It’s healthy to have an excuse to think about other people every once in a while. Besides, thinking about you is all but conducive to a life of arrogance and closed-mindedness, but these are topics for a different day.
  • Giving Gifts: Once one truly comprehends ORT, one can decipher the unpolluted bliss involved in giving a gift to someone. Not only does it let your soul soar and your brain bubble, it also gives you that warm and tingly just-about-to-have-my-first-kiss feeling. Anyway you look at it, there’s a win involved. (It feels extra good when it’s an ‘out of the blue’ gift as opposed to one that’s expected like on birthdays)
  • Trash and Treasure: We’ve all heard the saying so I feel excused from repeating it but I’ll demonstrate this point with a short story. A boy whom I looked up to in school, he went by Chud, let me tag along with him and his cronies after school one day. Thinking that I, of all the mortals, was particularly blessed by invincibility that day, I was willing to do anything and everything these kids asked of me. So, while we were down at the railroad lobbing rocks at the passing by boxcars, Chud reached down to the tracks, resulting in a momentary shower of sparks and iron chips. I looked down to find that my hero held a 50-cent piece under the crushing weight of the train causing a slight bend in the middle (what I’d guess was around a 63 degree bend). This story happened when I was 7 years old. I still have that coin in my secret tin and I’ll be 23 next month.


There’s no denying that both rational and abstract advancements and discoveries will be made when my sociological associate Sr. Riley Hayes and I complete further testing. Natural phenomenon will be documented and shared as a from our sample of unknowing, but relevant, case studies. My associate and I reserve the right to alter this theorem over time as we see it based on the aforementioned findings.

Secondhand Socrates

Secondhand Socrates

I’ve noticed something peculiar

while sipping my morning jo.

Nothing too serious, mind you.

Just something you need to know.


There’s usually a man out there

who asks for around six dimes


I’ve seen a few different men today

In fact, they’ve changed six times.


But that’s not even the weirdest thing.

No, I have far stranger news.

No matter how many come and go

they always leave their shoes.


So one day I was curious

and I had to go find out.

Who they were, what they were doing,

and what the shoes were about?


When I began to ask him questions,

he held firm in the wind.

Handed me a book

and smiled, “Take a look.

It’s worth the time you’ll spend.”


So I raced through the door,

drew all the curtains,

and with some bourbon insistence.

I began to read,

Then felt the need,

To question my own existence.


I skimmed every sentence front to back

68 times, in fact.

Even the colons and paragraph breaks

had an everlasting impact.


There was neither author nor publishing date

and no footnotes to ignore.

But something was brewing deep inside.

I absolutely had to know more.


I barely waited till sunrise,

to meet him at their spot.

My tummy, my rumpus, my knees and ankles

were all tied in a knot.


My silly heart had skipped a beat

when I saw no man was there.

All I found was the same pair of shoes

and a little blue note that said:


Hanging On: A Daily Discomfort

It’s very difficult to perform optimally every single day of our lives. There’s going to be times where we run into snags, ruts, and other various obstacles when perusing our dreams and largest desires. It’s very important to understand and trust that we, like everyone else, are not infallible and absolutely perfect. Stumbles, sadness, and straight up bad days are all a part of the journey, the process, and of life itself. Yet, the feeling of triumph would not taste so sweet and be so desirable if it weren’t for all of the agony, turmoil, and frustration. This, in my opinion, is the largest difference between ‘living’ and ‘being alive.’ It’s the willingness to deal with the hours of frustration that comes with chasing a cause that we feel is worthy of our time. We, as individuals, are the only ones who define what success, purpose, and meaning we have in the gigantic enigma of life.

The challenge and difficulty with this lifestyle is that, first and foremost, it’s a daily test of patience and a true testament to how much we want something. The easy way out is always readily available at any time we want to forfeit our visions. Unfortunately this ‘roll over and take it’ mentality is adopted by the majority on the pure basis of security and comfort. To truly conquer daily life requires clinging desperately to that dream and not letting go no matter what. It’s a very large task, no doubt, but sometimes this can be a lot easier when we break it down into bite-size, daily pieces.

Here are 3 ways that will allow us to slow down and concentrate on the compartmentalized steps needed to persevere and hang on when times get testy. No matter how busy we get, we should prioritize each of these items every single day in respect to our dreams.

  • Frame of reference: When we begin to shift our attention away from a concrete fixation on the result and begin to focus on the process, we will be able to assess the small victories needed to get there. It’s going to be exceedingly difficult to produce your best work in the limited hours we have in a given day. However, if we concentrate on just one component every day, it will result in a spectacular masterpiece.
  • Rest: Constantly staying dedicated takes a lot of mental effort and energy, which is why it’s so easy to give up. Therefore, it’s vital to take time every day to let your mind recuperate and relax. Healthy ways of doing so include exercise, reading, and regular sleep cycles. Doing this regularly will no doubt improve your mental clarify. It can also revitalize your psychical and intellectual energy levels.
  • Practice: The best part about this specific aspect of perseverance is that it can be as secretive or public as you wish. Practicing a craft or trade is something that can be done in the privacy of your room or studio space and can also be put on display via a blog or other online media platform. However, there is unquestionable importance in daily practice and it is very vital to victory.

o   *If you do so choose to keep the majority of your work in secrecy, it’s important to share it when you feel comfortable doing so. Austin Kleon has a little bit more to say on the matter and I highly recommend his new book, which covers this topic very thoroughly.

Never Ending Education

As the old saying goes, practice will eventually make you fairly good at something (I have a hard time using the term ‘perfect’ anywhere in life, especially here).  It’s extremely rare to experience immediate success and accomplishment the first time you try something. We must have the willingness to dedicate the majority of our undivided focus to becoming better at something. Donald Latumahina, creator of the riveting inspirational blog Life Optimizer, brilliantly explains the importance of investing both time and money in order to upgrade yourself.

I strongly agree with Donald’s statements and have experienced personal growth firsthand as a result of investing in my own side projects. The experiences and practice one receives from ‘getting out of your shell’ and trying new things is the truly priceless entity and is absolutely necessary in order to produce results.

Here are a list of 4 time and money investments that, in my experiences, have created endless new paths, introduced me to countless new people, and provide a boat load of encouragement along the way.


  • Relevancy: What type of business or enterprise do you want to create? Who is currently having the most success in the field you with you enter? Staying current by studying the techniques of others in the same market will promote new ideas and innovations. Now, I’m not encouraging anyone to rip off or copy the ideas of other’s. However, it is important to know what is being consumed right now and the types of techniques that are working.
  • Network: When is the last time you’ve attended a conference or seminar chalk full of like-minded people? When’s the last time you were active on a blog or forum chatting with people who have similar ideas and endeavors? Instead of viewing these people as your direct competition, see it as an opportunity of collaboration or a chance to bounce your ideas off others.
  • Read: I have yet to see a field of work that doesn’t require some studying, which means that reading is more or less inevitable. There are countless books on techniques, common practices, and success stories in just about every field known to man. From home brewing to real estate practice. The information can be easily found by those who wish to find it and search for it. [Side note: why wouldn’t you want to read? Especially if you’re passionate about it. Reading is so much fun.]
  • Apply: A vast knowledge and a strong education are fantastic things to have but these can be quickly rendered useless if it is not directly applied. Don’t be afraid to put your head on the chopping block by getting your work in front of other people for questioning, editing, and critiquing. As noted before, the feeling of failure should not be held in a light of negativity but, instead, should be considered and appreciated as both productivity and proactivity. It’s a sure sign that you’re moving forward in the direction of your dreams as opposed to stagnantly waiting for something to fall in your lap.


When it is obvious that the goals cannot be reached, don’t adjust the goals, adjust the action steps.

Wash: Act 6

15th of June, 2046

The steady rumbling of the engine, a somber muffling of the radio DJ, my lap completely covered in curly brown Muffin hair, and the stench of diesel gasoline reminded me of the frequent summertime trips to Lake Janobi. The only distinct difference being that instead of a fair skinned, youthful brother to my left, it was an leather-skinned, elderly man I didn’t know too well instead. Though I missed my brother dearly, I did not miss his never-ending chatter.

I have found the absence of sound can be greatest comfort.

“Where are we heading?” I asked Cecil, the captain in command of this wayward trio.

“Unless you have any better ideas, we’re heading north to Canada. News reports indicate that the flooding isn’t half as bad there. Considering that Arizona will become Atlantis in a matter of days, I feel this is our only option.”

Regardless if he was he right or not, which I honestly felt he was, what say do I have in this matter? With my mother and brother slowly decomposing in my old home and my father assumed dead, where else am I to go? They’re all I’ve had for the past four years. Besides, at the rate things are progressing, or regressing depending on how you see it, I don’t expect humanities pulse will beat for that much longer. Cecil and I, and Muffin too I guess, had some sort of mutually understood but unspoken alliance to one another. This is my family now.

Considering that he was the last human companion I had left, I wanted to create a more trustworthy and cohesive bond with Cecil. I asked him questions and wanted to know what made him tick? What crossroad or intersection of life did we meet?

He seemed very hesitant at first., but much like the smallest snowball slowly trickling down the mountain side, he gained girth steadily. To my surprise he had never married nor has he felt he’s ever experienced true love. As a result, he never birthed offspring or kept in touch with relatives of any sort. He even noted that every pet he’s ever had has either run away or went on some demented hunger strike until they died of starvation (this was mainly the case for his fishes). Cecil seems to be an unintentional but natural repellent of all forms of life. I can’t help but wonder what it is about his personality that comforts me and why his demeanor is so welcoming and accommodating?

A particular point of his rant left an immediate stamp in my brain. I remember it word for word:

“I genuinely want to help people, and despite what it looks like I do like them, but no one seems to want to help themselves. It’s an overwhelming majority that seem to be content and comfortable existing in their smoggy, smuggy, selfish blindness. This is the largest generational divide in the history of our species. People are far too wrapped up in their own personal muses and obsessed with the gratification of their own egos. All there is to life anymore is to get what’s coming to you without consideration of others. Forget all you know about white picket fences, that’s this is the new American dream.”

The only thing fitting to follow this harsh but accurate commentary was silent introspection for, I assume, the next 35 miles. Neither of us spoke a word. I’m not even sure we blinked.

If this was indeed the first step towards mankind’s extinction, is it such a bad thing? Is this a product of our own ignorance?

I could see a reflection of sunlight jutting off the road up ahead. As we approached, I could tell is was the shimmering of a wall of water greeting us as we descended from the peak of Mount Cowen, just north of the border of Montana and Wyoming. Cecil showed no signs of slowing.

“Cecil! Look —“

He was too zoned out and I was too tardy. We were both sucker punched and made into rag dolls as the vehicle was submerging fast. I have never felt such a heightened sense of clarify and alertness.

Annabelle Pinser

Public Service Announcement

As we’re sure you’re aware, Sunday’s are normally reserved for our weekly ‘Sunday Showcase’ where we feature a talented individual who’s living purposefully in tireless pursuit of their dreams. Due to other commitments and time constraints in life we’ve had, we’ve made the decision to move this segment to bi-weekly. While we love to promote the work of others, it has been increasingly difficult to match schedules with other people to keep fresh material on the block every week. Never fear, we will be trying new segments such as comic strips, guests posts, videos, and other collaborative and innovative means of internet entertainment.

Change can be fun.

We sincerely appreciate your understanding, support, and fan-ship during Always Look Up’s process or growth and advancement. You peeps keep us going in our times of darkest drear and slumpiest slumps.

Stay tuned for the continuation of ‘Wash’ tomorrow with Act 6.

-Kyle & the ALUpies

The Best Life Coach

Last week we discussed the importance of having an open attitude when trying new things and having a willingness to fail in respect to the personal endeavors we wish to accomplish. There isn’t one single person on this earth who enjoys failure, losing, or falling flat on their face in the least bit. It’s something in life that stings, is frustrating, can be a heart wrenching deterrence to get around and overcome.

As noted in the previous post regarding failure, all of our heroes, idols, and inspirational figures have failed, and continue to fail, in many aspects of their lives. Bear in mind that they are human just like you and I. They are comprised of the same matter that allows us to exist is mutually shared among them as well.

I have recently become enthralled by Steven King’s story of failure. His first novel, Carrie, was rejected by 30 different publishers before he got so frustrated that he threw the manuscript in the trash. His wife, Tabitha, rescued it and sent it to one more publisher, and bada-bing-bada-boom it was picked up by and published. The rest writes itself.

But King, like anyone chasing their dream, had to go through months, maybe even years, of agony and turmoil in the face of defeat. However, he hung on with every fiber of his being and, with the help of his lovely confidant, saw his dream through to the end.

The following is a list of 4 things failure can teach us. Whatever your dream may be, keep after it and soon it will become your reality.

  • Strength: Disappointment thickens your skin and better prepares you for the next go-around. There’s no doubt that personal catastrophes will better equip your ability to succeed and accomplish in subsequent tasks and future endeavors.
  • Morality: Imagine what our lives would be like if everyone was happy and content all the time. Although this sounds slightly euphoric, it would not be the case. There would be little to no advancement in culture, technology, or intellect and life as we know it would be extremely mundane and boring. It would be a lot like this episode of The Fairly OddParents. Everything would just be…the same all the time
  • Lessons/Coaching: Sure, failure can be frustrating and a royal bummer. Yet it will encourage you to pinpoint and focus in on the specific attributes and characteristics you need to refine to be better at your craft. Let your defeats be lessons for improvement and an invitation to hone in on the areas that need further reinforcement.
  • Realization/Reflection: Have you ever thought of failure as a time to look back on how far you’ve come instead of focusing on how short you came? Know that the feeling of failure only happens to people who are being proactive in doing chasing a dream that they love. I’m not implying that you are restricted from feeling sorrow or pain when you’re conquered, but let it only last momentarily. Get up, keep going, and never throw in the towel.

A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him.

                                                                         –David Brinkley

March Madness Poetry 2014


Thursdays are normally designated to a brief discussion about a specific aspect of dream chasing, self efficiency, or personal betterment. However, I am currently competing in a worldwide poetry competition presented by Think Kid Think and was hoping to direct some of your attention there for today. If you click the picture below, you will find ‘bracket style’ battles, much like the NCAA basketball tournament, between talented poets from around the world. Click around to find some very quarky, fun, and original rhyming poems from skilled wordsmiths.


We’re In This Together

So far we’ve focused a lot on the daily and consistent effort we must have in regards to our dreams. We’ve covered many of the distinct characteristics and personal attributes needed to achieve anything you set your mind to. We’ve made the distinction that the mental constructs of bounds, limitations, and fear can be a poisonous deterrent on our path to personal success and happiness. That we must revert our minds away from defaulting to negative, pessimistic, self-defeating attitudes and, instead, focus on harnessing the abilities and talents we know we have deep inside us.

Today I’d like to take a slight turn by promoting ideas of how and why communal advancement will ultimately lead to colossal personal growth.  The way that someone treats those he or she encounters on a daily basis is an appropriate reflection of how they feel about themselves.

Here are 4 ways to better the environment and people around you on a daily basis. I am willing to bet that if you try one or all of these, you will find an almost instant betterment of your life, relationships, and daily circumstances.

  • Speak highly of others. More so when they aren’t around: When you feel the urge to speak poorly, snidely, or rudely about someone, try to imagine that this particular person was within an ear shot away. There’s enough negativity and hatred in the world as it is without us berating and criticizing one another all the time.  What Suzie says of Sally says more of Suzie than of Sally
  • Be genuinely interested in others: When a friend, family member, colleague, or acquaintance accomplishes something great or achieves something they’ve been working for, be the first to congratulate them.  And mean it. Even if it’s in direct relation to your own dreams (i.e. you’re an actor and your friend landed the part instead of you) the happiness you feel for others shows that you are an individual of upstanding moral character and a really great friend. The universe likes when we do things like this and we will be awarded appropriately.
  • Listen: Point blank, everyone loves to talk about themselves. You do, I do, the mayor does, everybody does. What we’re all seeking in doing this is the feeling of being wanted, cherished, and appreciated. Dale Carnegie once said, “Many people fail to make a favorable impression because they don’t listen attentively.” There may be no other facet of life where ‘give and take’ is unquestionably true. If you are quick to offer two listening ears to others, they will surly return the favor in your time of need or want.
  • Smile: Although this may seem so simple, I am constantly disheartened by the amount of frowning and sulking I see every day.  A smile offers so many things and takes so little effort. In fact, you’d be surprised how many health benefits a simple smile can do for you. Keep in mind that we are all in this together. There’s no sense in wearing an outward letter of negativity throughout your day when there’s so much to smile about and be thankful for.

Wash: Act 5

8th of June, 2046

Cecil’s El Camino came to a halt atop the oblong miniature rocks in our driveway. The somber and drooping windows of the normally lively house indicated told us that no one was home. With a delirious sense of urgency, we rocketed into the doorway one after the other. We found the living room, kitchen, dining room, and garage empty with no sign of my family’s departure or forced exit. Did my brother and mother moronically skip town in a desperate attempt of last second survival?

I ascended up the stairs with a light foot, expecting someone to meet me. As I reached the summit, I felt an uneasy silence mixed with the familiar musty smell from the abandoned possessions stored in the attic. My brother and I would constantly find fun in the old moving boxes and vintage oak chests chalk full of tattered clothing and dated home videos. This being a time before it was mandatory to forfeit our sanctified childhood and strong cohesive bond to survive.

The more I think about all this commotion, the more it seems so foolish.

Cecil remained quiet, following my every move and waiting tentatively for further instruction. I gripped the chilled copper door handle of my parent’s room and slowly began to gently twist. Immediately after the door creaked open I heard the soft jingle of what sounded like loose rattling in the pocket change after a weekly allowance. In a fluster, I heaved the door open. Nothing.

Was it my imagination? Restlessness?

I about faced to exit and heard it again. The sound reverberated off the hardwood from underneath the bed. I bent over slowly, with extra caution, to see what beast might be waiting to ambush Cecil and myself. When my cold sweaty hands hit the floor, a blur or fur raced out from under the bed and skedaddled down the hallway.

Our cocker spaniel, Muffin, almost knocked poor Cecil over as he began clawing at my brother’s bedroom door like a convict trying to dig her way out of prison with a plastic fork.

“Open it!” I demanded of Cecil, despite my crippling fear.

I stood in place while I watched he obeyed my command. He gasped and retreated back towards the railing of the stairs. Muffin ran inside. I rushed over as fast as I could.

A pile of flesh and bones lay silently as the body of my mother blanketed that of my brother’s. Bullet holes tattooed their backs, shoulders, and legs. The comforter was sponging up the crimson tide seeping from each opening in both victims. It was ghastly, barbaric, and I didn’t want to see their faces. With no words spoken, Cecil and I grabbed Muffin, a couple armfuls of food from the kitchen, and didn’t look back as we began to head north.

Cecil turned on the radio to break the silence.

Both coasts of the United States are completely under water.

Annabelle Pinser