A Peculiar guy named Geremy

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My Life’s Highlights

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As I prepare for the new year, I feel the need to reminisce on the highlights of the past years of my life, beginning in 1985— the year after the year that I decided to swim quickly and fertilize an egg to spawn a baby Geremy.

These are the highlights of my years…
1985 – Finally getting out of that cramped womb
1986 – Learning how to bite things and people
1987 – Learning how to walk and read
1988 – Meeting my first girlfriend, Cavita.
1989 – Coming to America from Trinidad
1990 – Seeing snow falling on the ground
1991 – Getting straight A’s on my report card and getting electrocuted
1992 – Getting a brand new bike
1993 – Getting three Trophies in the school’s award ceremony
1994 – Getting my first computer and dot matrix printer
1995 – Getting my first pair of brand-name sneakers (Fila’s)
1996 – Getting a new, much faster computer (IBM 486 DX100!!!)
1997 – Getting my own bedroom (no more bunk beds and sharing a room with my sister)
1998 – Getting a Playstation with GranTurismo– the game that’s responsible for my current driving abilities
1999 – Getting accepted to Montclair Kimberley Academy
2000 – Getting my first cell phone & my first brother
2001 – Starting my first blog
2002 – Getting my first car (’91 Lexus LS400)
2003 – Getting accepted to college and finally getting the domain name Geremology.com
2004 – Starting my first business (FX Comp) & Getting my first Mac (PowerMac G5)
2005 – Getting my first business-related internship and getting my G-Head logo
2006 – Buying my dream car – the ’98 Lexus LS400
2007 – Graduating college with a business management degree and immediately having a full-time position
2008 – Buying my first house
2009 – Buying my other dream car – the Lexus LS460L
2010 – Traveling more than ever before (9 US states 1 international country) / sitting on a light jet for the first time

The best is yet to come in 2011!!

Lessons from Shoveling

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Closed Highway in the Snow

When I was a kid, I prayed for many blizzards so school could be cancelled and I could play outside all day. Unfortunately, this prayer took almost two decades before it came through, and the sad, cold reality of the snow hit me yesterday. Since I’m a landlord and it’s important for me to to take care of my rental property, I grabbed a shovel and went down to my multifamily house to clear the snow.

When I got to the house, I couldn’t identify where the sidewalk started because there was a huge mound of snow that existed between the door and the street. I wanted to turn around and drive back home, but I figured that I would have to face this problem sooner or later, so I might as well tackle it today. The more that I shoveled, the more that I learned some valuable lessons and I am so excited about the lessons that I am going to share them with you all–my e-family!

Sometimes the challenge seems insurmountable, but after you get started, you’ll see that victory is possible
As I stepped into the snow to shovel, I was almost completely buried. The more I shoveled, the more I felt like I wasn’t accomplishing anything except making the snow messier than it was before. It felt like I was shoveling for three hours, but nothing seemed to be getting accomplished (and only actual 15 minutes had passed).

You don’t have to operate on someone else’s timetable
While shoveling, people passed and said to me, “oh, you’re still shoveling?!?” They didn’t realize that only a few minutes had passed by and I felt like I’d accomplished a lot. Time seems to pass by a lot quicker for the bystanders who sit and watch the work happen, but it’s a lot slower for the person doing the work.

Look at your past successes for motivation
After I reached halfway in the shoveling process, I wanted to take a rest and tackle the rest of the job the next day, but after I saw how much was already accomplished, I was motivated to finish.

Your body is going to want you to quit, but don’t stop
Last week I sprained a muscle in my back while moving some heavy furniture and this sprain caused my back to hurt tremendously as I shoveled the snow. Regardless of this barrier, I had to continue shoveling and not let circumstances stop me from finishing the job.

There are watchers and there are doers. Be a doer–it benefits you more
The entire time that I shoveled, one of my neighbors stood in his driveway and stared at me. This was awkward, but even more importantly, his sidewalk was not shoveled and full of snow. When I was done, I hopped in the car and drove home, but he was just getting started with the shoveling process. By him watching me shovel, it only irritated me and didn’t benefit him at all. If he shoveled at the same time as me, he would’ve gotten some motivation and accomplished something in the process.

Any job worth doing is worth doing well
At first I did a pretty mediocre job at clearing the snow and I wasn’t happy with the end-product. I couldn’t proudly put my stamp of approval on the task that I just accomplished, so I had to re-shovel the entire thing until it was up to my own standards. This was annoying, but worth it because any job worth doing is worth doing well!

There are some things that you have to go through in order to learn and grow
I considered paying some teenagers a couple of bucks to shovel the sidewalk and walkway, but I knew that there was a reason why I was shoveling. In the end, I came out with a valuable lesson that increased my endurance and will make me more successful in the long-run.

With all of these lessons learned, I am more motivated than ever to enter into 2011! Hopefully this was the last snowfall of the season so I don’t have to learn any more painful lessons!

I call this 17 x 14 space…THE LAB

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It was 2007 and shortly after I graduated college I was filled with tremendous zeal and motivation. My parents were out of the country and I badly wanted an office to call my own. That’s when I removed all of the furniture from our house den and purchased a van-load of furniture to transform the room into my new office. When my parents returned home and saw it, they said “oh, okay.”

The Former Office

From 2007 until recently, this space served as my home office. Many ideas came out of here and I used it as an area to focus on important projects. It was a great environment because it was in a really nice room with french doors, recessed lighting and berber carpet—it seemed perfect, but it had its downsides! I realized that having an office in the house was more of a distraction than a benefit. Often times, I would start editing a six hour long wedding video and then I would have to stop to help my brother with homework, or I would hear an interesting TV program blasting in the background. I knew that I needed to find another space if I wanted to get things done.

The New Lab

That’s when I turned my attention on my income property and decided to renovate one of the rooms in a vacant apartment to be my new office. The room is 238 square feet and now has new windows, its own heating zone, built-in wall speakers, a separate entrance, new carpet and a fresh coat of paint. After the mini-renovation was done, I sat there and thought “my God… it’s…..it’s beautiful,” as a single tear rolled from my left eye.

The New Lab

The New Lab

The New Lab

Soon after the space was complete, I got a white leather sofa, an ikea relaxing chair and a desk and I set-up-shop in my new spot. After spending a few days here, I know that many great things will be coming out of here and I know that it will open up a world of new possibilities!

The space shall henceforth be called “THE LAB!”

Shattered!!!

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Shattered!  Ruined!!

Last week I suffered a tremendous loss that most people won’t be able to sympathize with. While walking into the house my beloved iPhone fell from my hand and onto the kitchen floor. As the device was airborne, the next few nanoseconds seemed to pass by in super-slow-motion as I recognized my beloved phone’s eminent doom.

I didn’t want to pick the phone up from the floor because I knew the surprise that was waiting for me. Eventually I mustered up the courage to retrieve it and one look at the screen confirmed my suspicion. My first thought was “oh no…it’s ruined” and I panicked for about five seconds. Then it dawned on me–a revelation so profound that I knew that I was among a slim minority of iPhone owners in the world to recognize this: It’s just a phone.

I continued life as normally I possibly could and scheduled an appointment at the Apple Store later that day. When I walked into the store, I decided that honesty was the best policy and I confessed my iSins to the Apple Genius. I said to him, “before I show you the phone I want to explain what happened. I walked into the house and my kung-fu grip failed me, which caused my phone to fall onto the kitchen floor and pulverize the screen.” I wanted to prepare him for the horribleness that he was going to see, but he seemed completely unfazed by it as he calmly replied, “ok, let’s get you a new one” and disappeared behind the magical Apple Store door.

I stood there completely dumbfounded, thinking “wait… what just happened?!”

Minutes later he returned with my new iPhone 4, which he took the liberty of activating for me. I signed sign a piece of paper and he sent me on my way.

This seemed too quick and simple. I didn’t even have to pay a penny as iPenance for my iSin! I stood there and said “so that’s it??” He said, “yes.” I replied, “so you’re sure that’s it? Nothing else?” “Yes…you’re all set.” “Whoa.” That’s when I decided to quickly leave with my shiny, new, activated iPhone before he changed his mind.

P.S: In commemoration of this interaction, I’m considering getting a tattoo of the Apple logo across my stomach with the words “Apple4Lyfe” on my arm.

The G-Head Logo

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My MASSIVE HEAD

If you’ve been around these parts recently, you might have noticed that I tend to use my G-head graphic on everything, but you might not be familiar with the graphic’s backstory. Sit back and relax as I share the very revealing tale of the Geremy G.

I’ve had a massive head since the day of my birth–so large that my mom had to have a C-section to deliver me. From the age of five years old to my current age of twenty five years old, my head hasn’t grown an inch–my body only grew around it.

Baby Geremy Head

My massive head got me into lots of issues when growing up. When I was a toddler my head messed up my body’s center of gravity, which resulted in repeated trips and bruises. One day at the age of four I lost my balance, fell down the staircase head first and landed on my teeth. This caused me to lack my two front teeth from the age of four until I was 13 years old. When I started school, all of the kids used to cheat off my exam because they assumed that my adult-sized head had an adult-sized brain inside, which made me appear as a genius. I was known as the little kid with the BIG head until the age of 10, which was when my misspelled name took the focus of my classmates.

Beginning in fifth grade every kid thought that he/she was an expert speller, which caused them to spell-check everything including my name. When I was born my parents decided to spell my name with a G because my older sister’s name also began with a G and they wanted to stay consistent. Little did they know, this would be the cause of ridicule for the majority of my adolescent years. The school kids would always tell me “you’re spelling your name WRONG,” because apparently they were linguistic experts who were masters at the art of name-spelling. To make things worse, whenever we had a substitute teacher he/she would take attendance and call me “GER-ME,” which caused the entire classroom to erupt in laughter. I hated the G.

Fast-forward to my college years when I began to understand the power of branding and I sought a logo to serve as my graphic signature. I decided to pair the two things that I always viewed as a negative in an attempt to use the law of double-negatives to create a positive. Since the introduction of the G-head 2004 I have been parading it around the internet and it will continue to be exhibited for the world to see for many years to come! Having a big head and a misspelled name has never been so great!

The Life and Times of the ’98 LS400

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Eight Years Later

The year was 1998 and I was a forgetful little thirteen year old boy who walked to Edison Middle School every morning. On my journey to school each day I saw the same boring things, but one day I noticed something completely different and utterly life-changing. There was a beautiful, new Lexus LS400 parked outside of the “Fabulous Wallcoverings” store and I was instantly mesmerized by it. Suddenly this little eighth grader who couldn’t remember his timetables remembered every single detail of the car—the prominent Lexus logo on the wheels, the wooden steering wheel, the subwoofer behind the rear seats, the absence of a radio antenna. In my little mind, this car was the perfect car and I decided that I needed it in my life as soon as it was legally possible.

For my 18th birthday I leased myself a new Nissan Altima 2.5S and kept it for a few years, but I still had the ’98 Lexus on my mind and I felt like I was cheating on it. A few years into the lease I decided to return the car early and pay thousands of dollars worth of penalties so to be able to pursue my dream car. After a brief search, I picked up my ’98 Lexus LS400 on Saturday, May 6th 2006 and drove it home with a smile plastered on my face like a kid with a new toy.

I had the car for three years and shared a lot of great moments with her. I read books in her backseat, I bought her new shoes, I took her to different states and I took her through some rough conditions, and through it all she stuck with me and never gave me a single problem. She was so great that even after her older, more attractive sister took her place, I kept her around because I was emotionally attached.

After sitting in the driveway being used minimally for a year, I decided to sell her to a great family who will never love her as much as I did, but will appreciate her greatly. Thinking back on her history I realized that the desire for this car was birthed in me when I was a wee little child and eight years later it became mine, but now it’s gone….gone forever. I don’t know how long it will take for me to get over this! This is devastating.

….I’m over it. That was quick.

Gun. Bullet. Clay Disc. POW!!

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Gun in Hand, Ears Open

Recently a friend and I went to a skeet shooting range because we wanted a safe, real-life alternative to the Nintendo NES game Duck Hunt. As soon as I arrived on the property I knew that things were serious because everyone was walking around with a gun in their hand. I stepped out of the car very carefully and tried not to make any sharp movements or loud noises because I didn’t want to excite the gun-toters and end up as a potential target. As I calmly walked to the front desk, I heard five simultaneous gunshots and my natural reaction was to swiftly collapse my nervous body to the ground—this was a skill that I perfected after living in the hood for eight years. However, I had to remind myself that I wouldn’t get shot as long as I don’t get in the way of fire….I hope. This was a true test of faith!

BULLET!!

I approached the front desk and expressed my interest in skeet shooting. The man asked in the most southern accent, “you ever shot a gun before?” I didn’t know if playing DOOM on Windows 95 counted as shooting a gun, so to be safe I said “no.” He gave me these massive bullets and said “wait over there!” I listened because when a man hands you a box of bullets and tells you to do something, you do it! A few minutes later, a different man with a gun in his hand approached me and without making eye contact he said, “follow me.” I wasn’t sure who this guy was, what he wanted or why he wanted me to follow him, but this man had a gun in his hand so I better listen carefully!

My friend and I followed this man into the bushes, not knowing if he wanted to play a good ol’ fashioned game of pin-the-tail-on-the-Geremy–his bullets being the tail, but I stayed brave. Soon, he took my bullets, introduced me to the gun and showed me how to shoot the clay discs.

Disc, meet bullet.  Bullet--Disc.

When I tried to load the first bullet, I accidentally pointed the gun in the instructor’s face, but luckily he was pretty forgiving and he just aimed the gun elsewhere. I guess this happens a lot. My first shot— miss, second shot–miss, third–miss. What was wrong with me?! That’s when he told me–you’re closing the wrong eye! What a rough start! I recovered nicely by hitting 18 out of the 20 discs. I guess all of that practice playing Duck Hunt when I was 7 years old payed off!

When I was done with my ammo I took one of the used shotgun shells to keep in my car so if any ex-convict tries to mess with me, I can show him the shell and say “You see this?! I’m not afraid of going back to jail!!”

Geremy Jr. – The Super-Duper Assistant!

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Just Keep Pushing!

One day, a young man traveled to five states in three months in search of inspiration. Upon the conclusion of his journey, he returned home with brain that was nearing its capacity because it was so full of ideas. Months later, he was clinically diagnosed with “IdeaOverload,” due to the lack of time in a day for him to properly execute on all of his thoughts, so his brain literally exploded and the inspiration went away. Luckily, this is not my story because I fixed the problem before it started!

I was reminded of the Thomas Edison quote, “vision without execution is hallucination” while I was flying to Florida, trying to figure out how I can overextend myself. I realized that I had all of these new ideas, but I am limited to a finite amount of time in each day. In order to bring the ideas from vision to execution, I had to either clone myself or get some help. Cloning myself was immediately discarded as an option because the world would implode if multiple Geremys existed, so for safety’s sake I chose option B and got the next best thing–a personal assistant.

I’ve hired an assistant and have been using him on a trial basis during the last few weeks. The mundane, mind-numbing, regular tasks that I’ve always dreaded doing have been passed-on to him to manage. Things as simple as managing my calendar to make sure that time is being maximized, returning phone calls and conducting research are being executed by him and he’s been doing great thus far. This just might be my brightest idea yet because I’ve basically hired Geremy Jr! As a result, I am less stressed and have more time for the more important things in life…like honing-in on my yodeling skills.

In Search of Inspiration: Florida

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My last stop of the “In Search of Inspiration” tour was Florida, where I rented a fast convertible to take me from Palm Beach to Miami and back. Since the car was so fun and Florida was so nice, I lost all desire to lug around my camera and record everything, so unfortunately you are unable to see what I saw when I went. Instead you must settle for this video where I behave like a giddy 9-year-old boy who has just driven a sports car for the first time. Enjoy!!

A Peculiar guy named Geremy