throwing away good clothes
Came back from Santa Barbara a day early, due to some strange sense of responsibility. What I mean is that I just had this creeping feeling that I had so much to get done at work, I couldn't justify spending the extra day. So we're back, 6hrs later and some Andersen's pea soup and grilled cheese fuller. It was a good trip, I got to meet up with my best bud from 5th grade - who I hadn't seen in about 15 years. It's strange, but we got off like we just had a long weekend. Funny how little we've both really changed, and also funny how we ended up doing and enjoying the same type of things. Just goes to show how much you're already who you're gonna be even as far back as the 5th grade. Anyway, it was a good trip even if we did cut it short.
Why does Sharaun always want to throw away my clothes? I mean, I know some of my shirts are old and a tad ratty, but they are perfect boat or hiking or camping shirts. If I get rid of all my old shirts, I'll have to wear my nice new shirts to do grungy stuff. Do girls not understand that? Guys, or at least me, need a small stable of functional, although perhaps not presentable, vestments. I know it's threadbare and has hardened and yellowed armpits, but it's great for mowing. OK, OK, so the threadbare and caked-deodorant armpit ones can be let go, but it makes no sense to throw away good clothes! Read on?
If you can't tell, we kinda went around on this last night... Sharaun was trying to go through the closet and get rid of anything we don't wear anymore. It's a great idea, and I support the concept wholeheartedly. Oh, and before I get into the story let's preface it with some facts. My "portion" of the closet is two sections, one above the other. Each section is about 3-4ft in length, and I have shirts hung on top and pants on the bottom - neither the top nor bottom is completely filled. And for me, that's it. Sharaun, on the other hand, has a 6ft side that is packed with clothes. She also has clothes in the other closet too. There, now I'm done with the setup.
So it's around midnight and she decides she's gonna sort clothes for removal. Of course, she starts with my stuff - pulling out clothes hanger by hanger and telling me what I do and don't wear. Strange, since I do wear that shirt with the missing button, quite often in the summer in fact. I quickly realize that if we continue this way, I'll have nothing left. I instead suggest that I go through my own racks and pull out what I'm willing to part with. Problem is, I've done this not too long ago and there's really not that much left to toss. I mean, comparatively, I only have a third of what she has anyway. Why do we have to throw away all my clothes?
Mostly it went like this: "What about this?, you never wear this." "Yeah I do, I wear that all the time when we go camping or wakeboarding." "Yeah but this is disgusting, the neck is all discolored, it's seven years old, missing buttons, and nasty." "OK but if I throw it away then what do I wear when I work in the yard and stuff?" "I'll buy you something new." Ladies, I'll tell you right now that this logic does not compute to a male. Buy something new to work in the yard, camp, hike, or wakeboard in? Why?
Beyond that, she just wanted to throw stuff away for no other reason than that it was old. I mean stuff I still wear! Yeah I know I'm wearing this shirt in my class picture from junior year of high school, but it still fits and I like it! Have we become so rich that we are this disposable-minded? I need this shirt to go camping in! It's been to the top of Half Dome twice. It breathes well, and it's loose. Plus, I wear it wakeboarding. So what if I don't wear it to work or to dinner, it's perfect for recreation. How come you get to keep clothes you bought old at a thrift store, but I have to throw away my clothes because they've aged? I buy new stuff and have to throw it away when it gets old, you buy stuff that's already old and get to keep it? I don't think I'll ever understand it. Owell, when it comes down to it I'll throw away whatever she wants if it makes her happy. Whatever.
OK, I'm outta here. I think I'm gonna clear out some older writing tomorrow, I have a piece on Southern cooking from over the holidays I need to pos - as well as some other odds 'n' ends. Betcha can't wait.
Dave out.
point, counter-point
Word came down from Boss Man yesterday that I'll be heading to Taiwan for a week in early February. I'm actually kinda excited, even though it's going to be a breakneck pace the whole trip. I'll be presenting all five days, so I'm sure I'll be beat. But I kinda like going over there, it's not too bad. Boss Man also said to prepare for "several" trips to China and Taiwan this year, since I'll be working with those teams a lot closer. Should be interesting.
Well turns out that all that was wrong with the Ford was the alarm that the dealer installed when I bought it. I mean, I've thought that alarm was not quite right since the first day I got the truck back after it was installed. Seemed kinda haywire. I think they either put in a faulty alarm or wired it incorrectly - but whatever they did finally came to a head, ruining a fairly new battery and wreaking havoc on the entire electrical system. However, after disabling it, all the problems cleared up.
They also said I need new brakes and rotors, but after waffling and some advice from friends I decided to do that work on my own (or, with the help of friends I should say). Anyway, I'm gonna go over to the Ford dealer and see if they'll do anything about the faulty alarm. My guess is I'm outta luck after three years, but it never hurts to try. It has been bad since day one, but I can't prove that. I shoulda taken it in as soon as I suspected? owell. At least I can save some money by doing the brakes, and possibly get some compensation from Ford for the labor root causing the alarm problem.
Man, I love going to concerts in San Francisco. I love the venues there, and the trip is totally worth it to see some of these bands. Take last night for instance, the Decemberists sounded amazing. They put on a great show, rocking the sold out house until one in the morning. I mean, this show was so fun. An upright bass, an accordion, a steel guitar, a 12-string, a xylophone, and one of those blowy Casio things that I think are called EWIs. Even the opening band came out of nowhere and completely rocked. I'd never heard of them before, but they were sure fine. Another awesome show in a muggy close-quartered club, breathing other peoples' spent breath and bobbing along to some fine tunes with friends. The alarm clock says 3:36am as I ignore the hum in my ears and collapse into bed.
Ugh! Three hours of sleep is almost worse than none! Why is the alarm going off already?! How come none of the good bands come to Sacramento? I shouldn't have had that extra glazed sour cream at 2am, I think that was a mistake. I'm getting too old for this. But man, they sounded so great! What am I complaining about, I can sleep anytime.
Heading down to Santa Barbara this weekend to see the folks and put together their Christmas gift of a new computer. Toying with the idea of taking Monday off and making more of a trip out of the whole thing. We'll see. Until Monday then.
Dave out.
put on some king crimson
Thursday crept up fast this week. Tonight is the Decemberists show in San Francisco. It's at the Bottom of the Hill, which is a tiny little place - not very glamorous at all. Hopefully the music will make up for the seediness. I'm excited about the show, both their albums are excellent and all the show reviews I've read say they are a fun live band. Plus they have a chick drummer, and I think that's cool. Looks like the show is sold out, so it promises to be a fun night. Plus, I had a brilliant idea and I text messaged the directions to nearly every SF venue to my cell phone, so we should never get lost again. Right....
Saw Big Fish last night, even if it was a poorly rendered screener rip with the words "for your consideration" emblazoned on the screen at times. It was a really enjoyable movie. The stories were great. There was less of a "Burton" feel to the movie than I expected, but at some points his style definitely showed through. I didn't cry, but I think that's because everyone had been telling me they cried at the end. I think I subconsciously steeled myself for the sadness, and when the end came I kept expecting something that would really turn on the tears. Turns out I psyched myself and the thing ended with my eyes were still dry.
So the Ford finally put up its final protest yesterday. I mean, the check engine light has been on in it for months now - and I've been ignoring it because I figured it was something stupid like the oxygen sensor and I didn't really want to spend $100 to find that out. But more than that, the whole electrical system in the car has been acting funky. First the door unlock buttons don't really unlock the doors but about 1 out of 3 presses. The parking brake light in the console comes on at random times while driving, and goes off in some strange relationship to pressing the gas pedal. Rolling down the windows causes the entire cabin and dash lights to dim, etc. Something is really messed up electrically, and I've been trying to ignore it as long as I could. Well yesterday I guess it got tired of being ignored, and the thing just refused to start. Just clicked in that hopeless dead battery sound, although the battery isn't dead at all. I'm bracing for the estimate from the garage later today. It's cool though, because our bonuses are coming later this month... there's no such thing as extra money.
That's enough for me today. Sorry it's so "blah." I'm gonna put on some King Crimson and get some serious work done. Dave out.
how can that stuff not be interesting?
Back from Texas and all is well. Funny how two days flying can make you feel like you've been gone for a week. I was totally wiped out when I got home tonight (yes I'm writing this last night). A hot shower helped relax me, as I think a lot of my tiredness comes from just the tension associated with flying and wanting to be back home.
As for the presentation, it far exceeded my expectations. It was a large audience, and while they were inquisitive they weren't aggressive - I think due in part to my being able to answer most questions easily. So my preparation paid off and my presenting-confidence has risen a notch with a very successful effort now under my belt. It's good, because I'll be in Taiwan for a week soon giving the same presentation multiple times a day. I feel much better now with today's run having gone so well. I wasn't really looking forward to spending another week in Taipei - but I found out that Ben will be there the same week, so at least we can have some crazy adventures in our spare time.
When I was in Houston overnight I did something I haven't done since college. I used to put an album on each night while falling asleep. I'd usually put it on low and just listen as I fell asleep. I remember looking forward to choosing what I'd listen to each night, and then I'd put it on repeat and just let it go. Sometimes the words in the songs would influence my dreams, or the songs would work their way in somehow. Anyway, I haven't done it in forever - mostly because I no longer have a stereo in the bedroom, and because Sharaun never really did like it. So Monday night I plugged in the laptop, set to a "I can sleep over this" volume, and queued up Not Exotic by Dolorean. A sleepy little album from an Oregon band, it's folky hush-music is perfect to drift off to. It was still going when I woke up the next morning. Was kinda nice.
Ben made me kinda jealous the other day, he showed me the new book his reading. Something like "A peoples history of the United States." It's basically an account of US history from the peoples' point of view. It's all very "college" and highbrow, but I'll be damned if I didn't want to run out and get the same book so I could discuss it with him.
Anyway, it did look interesting - if huge. I love learning about history, I always have. Too bad most history classes in school manage to take all the fun out of studying history and reduce it to the ultimately boring task of memorizing dates and facts. To me history is about sentiment and feeling, atmosphere and climate of the times, and human development. How can that stuff not be interesting? That's just the way it is. The past is interesting, the future is kinda scary but also exciting. What you know is often a source of comfort while what you don't is often a source of discomfort. At least for me.
OK, I've rambled quite enough I think. Dave out.
houston reminds me of florida
Houston reminds me of Florida. The landscape and the weather are Florida all the way. I'm staying in some "executive" suites place where the room is more like a little apartment than a hotel room. I've got a kitchen, fridge, etc. At least they have free broadband, that's cool. Tomorrow's my presentation - I'm ready and just want to get it through with. Then it's another six hours of flying and I'm back in time to go to bed. Yeah.
I don't know what it is about this room, but it makes me feel lonely. I think because it's kind of like a little living quarters, it makes me miss Sharaun. It seems too long-term or something, glad I'm only here for one night. I shouldn't be tired, since I slept on both legs of the flight out here this morning, but for some reason I'm sleepy right now. It's nearly midnight Houston time, so I guess that's a good thing since I have to be up early tomorrow. I should probably turn in and get some rest, I plan to be up early to run through my presentation one last time.
I like being up high. My room is on the fourth floor. Even when I was an apartment-dweller in college, I always wanted a place above the ground floor. To me it provides an element of safety, and I also think it's neat to be able to "look out" over things. I'm sitting here looking at a pair of golden arches through the fog, kinda nice. I used to love the 5th floor condo we had when we first moved to Florida. Frank and I would sit out on the balcony and watch the birds dive into the waves to catch fish. Sometimes I'd look at the ships that were just dots on the horizon and wonder who was on them. High places are good thinkin' places. Maybe that's why gurus in cartoons are always on top of mountains. Hmmm...
Goodnight all. I did my best to come up with three paragraphs. I guess I've kinda stopped pre-writing blogs way ahead of time. Now it seems I mostly write day-to-day, which most likely makes these entries less and less exciting to read. I've got plenty of stories left, and lots of ideas to write - I guess I've just been busy lately. I'll try and step it up a notch so I don't lose my entire audience. Until then, keep reading and I'll keep writing.
From Texas, Dave out.
daytime tv
Monday and I'll be in the air all day. With a horrendous combination of layovers and air-time I'll end up in Houston about six hours after I leave Sacramento. Speeding my way through the clouds to the lone star state, I'll be there for a couple days before returning home. Not exactly what I wanted to do with my week, but then again I'm not making that decision. On a positive note, I feel a lot better about my presentation. I shook some of my blahs and knuckled down to learn the material. I feel I'm about as prepared as I can be, which is good.
This weekend was good. Laziness, flying-for-leisure with pilot Ben, lots of cleaning and Christmas-taking-downing, and just hanging out. I did manage to reorganize the garage and do some fanatical shower cleaning. I find myself doing older and older things all the time. I mean, I woke up early on Sunday and cooked breakfast for Sharaun and I. Not really that strange except it just hammered home how domesticated I am. After that I cleaned the garage and waved "hello" to neighbors as they drove down my street. Yikes.
Now it's Sunday night (yeah, I'm not gonna lie to ya) and I'm all packed up and ready to go. Just got back from a nice meal and Alias episode at Kristi's place, which has me properly satiated and primed for some sleep. But instead I'm sitting here contemplating watching the second disc of the Two Towers dvd set? nah? bad idea. Spell-checking that paragraph above led me to find yet another word that ruins that dumb "i before e" rule. "Leisure" doesn't fit at all. And I'm still mad that "won't" is a contraction of "will not" (where'd the 'o' come from?), and "fiery" doesn't have "fire" in it. Foreigners: give up, it's too hard. (Check it out, "foreign" wrecks it too.) Ugh.
The other day my long-lost and recently-found friend from 5th grade, Shaine, asked me if I'd make him copies of each album on my top-ten of 2003 list. Oh man, that's like a dream come true for me. Not only did I make 'em, I threw in a few extras and even wrote a little paragraph about each album explaining why I like it that much. When you indulge my musiclust, you get more than you bargained for. So if you're reading and you wanna hear what tops to me, drop me a line and I'll be happy to oblige you with copies.
The other day I was at home for lunch, eating leftovers and marveling again about the "theme" in daytime TV advertising - COPS to be specific. It's abundantly clear that there's a target audience in mind here. There are a few basic groups that these adverts can be broken down into, and it's extremely rare to see a commercial that doesn't somehow fit. We have the "I'm in financial/personal trouble" group: bail bonds, hold-check-for-cash places, buy-out your settlement places, dirt-cheap car insurance, and car loans and cell phones for those with negative credit ratings, etc.. We have the "I want to better myself" group: no-name colleges, medical coding, high-tech degree in 6mos, truck driver school, the Hollywood Diet, etc. Then there's the "I want to sue" group: motorcycle attorneys, personal injury attorneys, asbestos attorneys, divorce attorneys, on and on and on. It's depressing to see who's sitting at home watching TV during the day.
OK guys, it's getting near midnight and when I can legally post this entry as "Monday." Until tomorrow, Dave out.
stop beating this horse
You know what's awesome? The fact that someone comes to my house every week in a big truck and takes away my garbage. It may seem simple, but that kicks ass. Really, I mean sometimes I'm astounded at the sheer volume of trash two people can produce in a week's time. It's insane. It's probably an American-way thing, but we throw out a lot of junk every day. So much so that my little city-given trash bin is usually overflowing by the appointed pickup day. How cool is it that if I don't want something, I can push it out to the curb, have it taken away, and never have to think about or deal with it again. That is no small service. Whereas the night before I had six or seven bags overflowing with dirty, nasty, smelly waste - that next morning I have none. It's gone from me forever, plowed into the earth to poison future generations. Yippee.
Had a whole entry written last night, switching to some "fresh" stuff instead.
I was thinking about the rough comments from "not important" on yesterday's entry. In my response I said that they were "not entirely untrue," and that's partially right. The only thing that sorta bugged me about "not important's" comments is that they say I am depressing. That's crappy to me. I don't want to be depressing, but I guess I can't help what/how I write. Sometimes I know my amazing laziness and apathy comes through in my entries, but that's a part of me I guess. I don't mean it to be depressing, and to me one of the main points of these entries is to get laughs. But then again, that's a main point to me most all of the time. That, and music, and holding Ben and Anthony's hands. Didn't mean to bum you out guys.
The part about my "fear of being exposed to something new" is not really true either, although I think there is some relevance to the statement. See, I don't consider myself to be "afraid" of doing new things. On the contrary I feel like I welcome new things, because I horde and collect experiences.
However, I think what "not important" was trying to say is partially right. When I get comfortable somewhere, or in doing something, I stick to it because it's easy. Familiarity, comfort, and a sense of "knowing" are important to me and can act as proverbial "ruts" I suppose. When I do break that comfort zone it's hard for me. So I tend to stay in it.
Now, I don't think I do this any more than the normal person. I mean, isn't it a natural tendency to want to stay where things are easy and you're used to them? There wouldn't be words like "comfort zone" and such if my feelings were so unique, right? I tend to do what I enjoy, and what I'm good at; hang out with those I most enjoy and talk to people who make me happy.
I'm not saying I'm not willing to break out of my mold - because some part of me actually prizes forcing myself to operate out of that comfort zone. Mostly because once I've risen to a challenge like that and overcome it, that previously uncomfortable thing is now comfortable? or at least not as uncomfortable.
Again, I think this is more "human nature" than anything. People do things they like, and avoid things they don't. I'm sure way back, a caveman stuck his had in a fire and decided he didn't like it. Probably kept his hand out of the fire from then on too. (Lord I sound like my dad... what's happening?!) Really though, it breaks down almost that simply in my head.
In addition, sometimes people try things they don't like - and find they're not actually that bad. Sometimes they even realize that they actually kinda like them after all. I guess some things will probably stay forever uncomfortable, but I like to think of myself as quite adaptable? in the general sense at least.
I guess it comes down to: Above all, I do things that make me happy. I do things that I enjoy, repeatedly. Self-motivated yes, but when I'm happy? I'm happy. And I like being happy. So I do things that make me happy, and like them. It's an over-simplified statement - but I don't like doing things I don't like doing. And I've said that before.
When something is undesirable to me, I stop doing it. When something makes me uncomfortable, I get away from it. Easy enough. I don't think that defines me as much as it defines common sense. Fire bad! I guess you could say I'm much more reactive than proactive when it comes to dealing with stuff, but I've said this all before.. so I'm not going to write it all again.
So I'll stop beating this horse. I just wanted to say my piece, which is shockingly personal on re-reading. I hesitate to post it, but it's good stuff regardless if it's in response to vitriol or not.
Like it or leave it, Dave out.
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