sounds familiar Musing on the present. Reminiscing about the past. Posturing for the future.

30Aug/052

not really working

I'm sorry I worked late.
On her way home from a day subbing today, Sharaun stopped at Blockbuster to return a movie, and locked her keys in her car. Her keys, and her purse - containing her cellphone. Meanwhile, I stayed late at work, finishing up. I tried to call her several times, but with no way into the house and no cellphone - it wasn't much use. When I finally decided to come home, around 7pm, she had been locked outside in the heat for over two hours. She spent her time walking around, and sleeping on the bare concrete of the front porch. I felt so sorry for her... I swear I was about to cry. Poor girl... I'll never let her get a manual-locking car again.

Sitting at home, having gone into work for a couple hours before this appointment with the landscaper. He's 15 minutes late; I wait, glancing out the window every few minutes expecting to see a truck. Passed the time unpacking from the weekend's camping trip, making the dirty laundry hamper smell like a campfire. Lately, it seems that Fall is in the air. In the morning, the air is dry and cool, and I can even feel it sometimes in the day... when a cool breeze blows by or there's a hint of something in the air. It's coming soon, and I couldn't be happier. It seems like we had the shortest summer ever this year, it stayed cool late and now I feel like it's Falling-up early as well. Oh, I'm all for it - let's not get that confused. The faster that magical season gets here, the happier I'll be. Fall-thoughts got me thinking about February... when Lil' Chino will arrive. Not Fall, but still part of the Fall-Winter cold-months... the time of year I love. Landscaper just called, gonna be another 20 minutes late; I'll wait... work's already bored me today.

I hate to say that albums "grew on me." I always feel like I may be fooling myself; like I should trust my initial reaction and not "force" myself to get into something I didn't like at first blush. To me, having an album "grow" on you is kinda like saying, "I didn't like this album, but then everyone else did - so I listened to it until it was good." It reeks of every-half-hour radio playlist mass-hypnotism type "hits." But... then I thought about it in the context of beer. When I first tried beer, I hated it. Had to drink my first quart of Red Bull (the malt liquor, not the caffeine cough syrup stuff) over a sink, gagging a little with each gulp. But, everyone likes beer. Men drink it; it's so cool. If you don't like beer, you're not right. So, I kept fighting down the beer. And now, years later, I'm gag-free, and often catch myself thinking how good a beer would taste in certain situations. So, likening an album's "growing" on me to my coming-of-age taste for beer - I've somewhat legitimized the fact that the new New Pornographers album I spoke somewhat ill of last week has now become something I'm really enjoying. At times melodic enough to make me smile, it just keeps getting better. Dang... am I brainwashed?

Time to get another R.O.C entry and exit stamp in the passport, I'll be boarding the plane before I know it. Off to Taiwan for another week of work and play. Work during the day, play at night, sleep when I can. It's always like that I Taiwan. I have a small base of local friends there now, and I enjoy spending time with then when I can - which is always late-night. Tracy's doing me a favor and getting me a local Taipei phone number, so I can pickup pre-charged SIM cards and have a local number people can call. That way, I can limit my transcontinental calls to the company calling card on landline phones... and avoid the highway-robbery international roaming rates the cell company charges - but I can still makes calls to local numbers. I think it'll be a welcomed luxury. I wonder about travel after Lil' Chino comes... I'll likely want to do it less, and I'm sure Sharaun would want the same. I guess a week here and there isn't too bad, but I don't think I can keep up 2005's pace. It's OK really, I think the transition to management probably inherently means less personal travel, as you pass those opportunities onto the team; so, that fits. But I'll still want to get back to Taiwan every now and again.

Noonish now, landscaper was badly late (is that proper English?). I walked around the backyard with him, pointing out what I saw as the remaining work, asking him to draw up the plan as a series of line-items, so I could pick and choose certain aspects of work if needed. Then I went inside and made a tuna sandwich while he measured and calculated. What surprised me the most, though, was that his plans to finish the yard were exactly what I'd planned to do. Modify the sprinkler heads, pour a border around the stones, bring in soil and add drainage, planter areas, etc. His plans were my plans, down to the last aspect. He also commented that my do-it-yourself work up to this point really wasn't all that bad. My retaining wall had the proper drainage, was mostly level and true, and was set in the ground to a proper depth. My paver porch, although not 100% level, was properly sloped away from the house and crowned to the center - and would only get better with fill sand and plate compaction. My forethought to make the planter areas drip-ready (adding PVC "through" pipes under the pavers) was correct, and my cutting the downspout and routing it under the pavers was correct. My sprinkler heads to zone ratio was correct, as were my pressure calculations and water coverages per zone.

I actually thought this might happen; the landscaper coming and telling me how much money it would take to complete the work would stoke the fire within me to get it done myself. I don't know though, it just seems like so much work. He did give me one more option for the paver border, which I hadn't thought of yet. He suggested a cheaper alternative to the concrete border may be running a 3" thick "plastic" bender board around the entire porch, and using a sledge to butt the pavers in tight before staking it every foot-and-a-half with steel stakes driven into the earth. This was interesting to me... as I have lots of steel stakes that I figured would sit unused after I was done with the yard. The stakes would be driven in to just below the level of the bender, and then left in the ground permanently with topsoil and turf hiding them in the finished version. That got me thinking... I could likely do that pretty easily - and I'm sure my cost for the 3" bender would be a heck of a lot cheaper than theirs. I'd still have to reposition the sprinklers, add some drainage, till in topsoil, grade, and bring in sod. It's a lot of work, and the guy said I could pick and choose any of his line items if I wanted some help getting the thing to a state where I'd once again feel confident taking over. That's good, because, if I chose to go with his entire package, I'd be looking at a >$10,000 bottom line. Ouch.

Goodnight.

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29Aug/052

five months and counting

Babies...
Sunday night on the eve of a busy Monday. Landscapers coming to quote me some damage for a helping-hand in the backyard, a many-times-rescheduled appointment at the dentist, and sometime to squeeze in a bit of work if I'm careful. My day and a half vacation did me well, especially in the beauty and solitude of the Californian high desert... sleeping under the stars and not taking showers. With another long weekend coming up, I'm looking forward to a continuing recharge.

I can't wait until Sharaun's belly begins to show. At this point, the notion that we're pregnant has pretty much sunk in - but there's not much in the way of outward signs to confirm it for me. I think, when I can see her belly swollen with this new thing that's living and breathing and growing... that's what will really get me. I really shouldn't have to wait much longer, a month maybe, and I'll get this visual reward. Somewhere in one of the baby books we have, it talked about the child being able to hear inside the womb. I don't think it's until much later, but the thought of that blows me away. Lil' Chino can hear us talking and laughing and singing and everything. And to round out the baby paragraph, another of our high school friends just had their 1st baby. That makes a uncountable number of people my age that I used to know that are new parents. I guess it's that time or something, the babies-before-thirty thing perhaps.

This weekend most of the regular and extended friend/acquaintance collective packed it up and headed down south for Erik & Kristi's wedding. Ceremony and reception were held on her ranch, which has been worked by their family for five generations, since the late 1800s. Surely this was one of the grandest affairs I've ever been to. Planned to a tee, and the whole thing going down in the most amazing of locations. Just walking through the tall pasture grass on the property, you get a feeling of history and hard-won homesteader success - the fruits of early westward settlers' labor. Most of the "young kids" opted to camp on the ranch, in a makeshift shanty village dubbed "tent city." We had a rock-rung firepit, babbling brook running through, and even a porta-john to relieve ourselves in. If you've ever read the Lord of the Rings, the chapter about Bilbo's party - right in the first few pages - that's what this thing reminded me of. An amazing outdoor celebration, abundant with food, song, drink and dance... lights on trees and candles on tables. The sounds of kids running around and champagne bottles popping. It was an affair to remember; and on top of it all we got to camp and stare into a fire each night - a universally enjoyed spectator sport which I'm convinced is hardcoded in human DNA.

'Nite.

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25Aug/050

screw this let’s go

Not polite to point.
Thursday (actually, it's Wednesday night as I write and I just got off a conference call with some guys in Bangalore, India... ah... world time zones) and a slim entry before I skip Friday once again, just seems to be a pattern this month. Out of work at noon today, on the road... heading to a good ol' fashion wedding on the ranch... high desert... can't wait. Cloudless blue skies and 14,000ft peaks as a backdrop, let's go now. I don't know what I'm going to write... I don't have much going on.

Music roundup: I'm still trying my best to see what it is that's got everyone so orgasmic about this new New Pornographers album. From my first listen, it was just another New Pornographers album, sounding like it should and nothing all that special. In fact, I remember thinking that I liked AC's solo effort more on 1st listen. But, the critic-collective seem to be eying this LP as one of the year's best already... so I'm doing my best to give it plenty of time to wash around the palette before spitting it out. And, actually, it's growing on me... bit by bit, it's growing on me. Aside from the Pornos, other noteworthy items that've ended up in my headphones lately: A promising one-man-extravaganza album by The Ladies and Gentlemen; Broken Social Scene's new one (hopefully it's better than their sophomore effort, which I didn't like at all); and Kepler's latest, which I liked immediately for its country-tinged hush. August is a good month for music, lots of good new listening material.

Guess what. I got a letter in the mail from my doctor today. My throat culture results from back when they put me on antibiotics for strep. In the "results" section it says: strep = negative. I didn't even have strep. So what was wrong with me, and why did antibiotics clear it up?

OK. Whatever.

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24Aug/050

everybody’s lootering

I love this picture.
Wednesday already, and I've got a short week. Doing a half-day on Thursday and taking all of Friday off to attend Kristi & Erik's wedding down south. I can't wait... it's almost like my mini-Friday right now. I'm already zoning out just thinking about it. Before my thoughts turn exclusively to camping and drinking and socializing... I better write something.

It's amazing how far stealing music has come since the days when I was first introduced to it. I can remember when a buddy of mine mentioned Napster to me on campus one day. I went home, downloaded and installed it, and was blown away. I was late to the game, so the network was already populated with millions and millions of traders hosting everything, and I do mean everything, a body could want. The only problem for me: I was still on dialup at the time. I can remember my formula: on a good day with a good connection, you planned for 10-15min per song. I can remember the day that the Pumpkins' new album, Machina, leaked - long prior to it's street-date. I was actually online as the songs started getting propagated. I would refresh my search every few minutes and the next track on the album would show up, I'd add it to my download queue and wait for the next one to come online. That night I stayed up all night long. Literally started downloading at 10pm and didn't finish until near 4am. To fill the time while songs downloaded, I'd listen to what I already had. Think about that, an entire evening spent online stealing songs bit-by-painfully-slow-bit.

Today, things are so much better. While the P2P situation is no longer as easy, and much more risky - alternate looting-locales are flourishing in the high-speed age. These days, I wouldn't use a P2P app to download tunes even if you paid me. Sure the odds are low, but I don't want to be the unlucky one who's the target of some RIAA lawsuit. I don't even like using BitTorrent for legit downloading. But, despite the grim P2P landscape - music is easier to get than ever. And, it's so much faster. Nowadays, I can download and entire album in just a couple minutes. In fact, the situation is such that you can simply download entire albums just to "check them out." What a luxury! I would've killed for that kind of speed back in college. And believe it or not, even without P2P - everything you could ever want is still out there somewhere. Yes, I do believe that one day my conscience will get to me and I'll start paying to download music (actually, I do pay now - but I pay for the ability to grab stuff illegally, not the music itself). I don't think I'll mind paying for music, I've always been willing to pay for it considering how much enjoyment I derive from it. But for now, while my conscious is still undecided, I'm building up my collection as best I can.

I don't think I've mentioned it yet, but my next trip to beautiful Taipei is looming not far in the distance. I'll be gone the 2nd week of September - doing the same conference I've done several times before. As I've said several times before, I love Taiwan, and always look forward to going. I guess that's all I had to say about that.

And, I guess that's all I had to say period. Goodnight.

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23Aug/051

dreams

Verdant.
Don’t know if anyone else managed to catch the National Geographic Channel’s Inside 9/11 documentary, but man was it excellent. Crammed with interesting details, the first of two two-hour installments details the events leading up to the terrorist attacks on America. The forming of the cells, flight training, etc. The second installment chronicles the events on the day of the attacks. Masterfully put together and chock full of emotional firsthand stories and tons of amazing footage and audio – it’s by far the best telling of the events I’ve ever seen.

Sunday the backyard beat me again. I'm about at the level of frustration where I'm ready to call in a landscaping crew and just hand the task off to them. I really don't know what else to do. Every time I put on my work clothes and get all motivated, I only end up pacing around the edge of the pavers wondering what to do. Soon enough, I'm so confused and frustrated by not being able to see the solution - I give up and come inside, take off my workclothes, and sit down on the couch in defeat. I really just don't know what to do. Moving the sprinklers back is such a chore... and then there's still the problem of actually placing a border around the porch. Sharaun suggested I call a landscaper, have them come take a look, and then pay them to fix it. Problem is - I know that'll be thousands of dollars... and I begin to wonder about my priorities, spending thousands on a backyard when we've got a baby on the way and aren't really sitting on a pile of money. My pure frustration and this extended (more than a year) stalemate have me nearly convinced that I'll never actually get around to do anything - and paid help may be the only option. In fact, I think I kind of silently made the decision today... that I'm going to call on Monday, and have them come out this week to evaluate it and draw up some plans. At least at that point, I could still say I did most of the yard. Bottom line is: I just want this dang thing done.

I'm sure someone else, somewhere, at some point, has written about this before, but I'm gonna go ahead with it. I'm not sure how many of you out there used to (or perhaps still do, I'm not judgin') indulge in a little recreational drug use. Me, I gave up the weed years ago - but my smokin' years left me with a question that I still think about every so often. Maybe you're not too familiar with the world of drugs, that's good, you're likely better of for it. But, I'm sure you've seen an episode of COPS or Law and Order where they show some kind of drugs (pot or cocaine, maybe) packaged for street sale in those little tiny ziplock baggies. There are varying sizes, but when I was in high school you could buy a dimebag ($10 baggie) if you only wanted a joint's worth of stuff. Most bigger dealers won't mess with dimes, since they are a pain to package - but the profit margin is higher the smaller you breakup the brick. Anyway, kids are poor, and dimebags are cheap and easy - so that's what we bought when we were weaning onto the stuff.

What I'm wondering is, where the heck do people get those miniature baggies? And, under what guise are they sold? I would argue that bags of those size are used almost exclusively for the resale of illicit drugs. You never see them in stores, although I have seen them for sale at a head shop or two before. If I'm a soldier in the war on drugs, I'm gonna start tracking customers of these little baggies. Because I'll tell you what, the guy that buys 10,000 of them isn't using them to store buttons. Honestly, what else can you do with a 3/4" by 3/4" ziplock baggie? You're not storing screws or beads in there... you're hawking crack or coke or something on the streetcorner.

Lately I've been remembering my dreams when I wake in the morning, which is unusual for me. Some of them were so strange, I wanted to write them down and try my hand at "interpreting" them. Here goes. Wednesday night: I crap my pants at work. I'm running down the aisle trying to make it to the bathroom, but I don't make it. Interpretation: I'm afraid of messing up at work. Thursday night: I witness the murder of a young girl on a school playground, Ben and I are chased by the killer. Interpretation: I'm afraid of something, and I'm trying to avoid it. Friday night: Anthony is too drunk to drive, so I'll do it for him. But, he's towing a boat and I can't back it up. He agrees to backup the boat and then I can drive away. However, he backs up over a fire hydrant, overturning the boat and killing two kids who were sitting in it. Interpretation: To me this implies I have guilt of some kind, feeling bad for letting those girls get crushed. Saturday night: I'm back working at Omni Music & Video in Florida, but my coworkers are my coworkers from my current job. Interpretation: Work's got me stressed, and I'm casting thought back to the simpler days of working at the record store. There's an underlying theme here... one of work and fear. New job, new responsibilities, new fears.

I don't know how I missed the fact that the Arcade Fire put out a 7" single with two new tracks, but I did. Consisting of one original and one cover, which are simply gorgeous and OK-for-a-B-side, respectively. The A-side, Cold Wind, is a haunting tune that was supposedly done exclusively for some show on HBO I've never seen because we don't have HBO. Who cares, it's new Arcade Fire... and it's lovely. Please, our Father who art in Heaven, please allow this band to continue producing music of this quality. Too bad their September show at the Warfield is sold out. I think we paid ~$10 to see them the 1st time at the Bottom of the Hill... oh how they've come along, fetching a cold $25 per ticket now.

'Night.

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22Aug/051

three days without pills

Paydirt?
Sunday night and I wrote more than one entry's worth, so I split it in half and will post the spillage tomorrow. Makes things easier for me, and helps to avoid last week's spotty posting style. This entry can be summed up as a "blog update," so to speak. The "meat" of it is down below, but here's a couple shorter updates before we get to that. Enjoy.

First off, an update on my post about my attempts to kill off the bermudgrass armies marching on my front lawn. This past Friday, nearly a week to the day I sprayed, I finally started seeing results. The weedy areas are browning up, but the good turf still looks healthy, untouched. I'm not sure if I need another application or not, I was going to do it on Saturday - but I think I'm going to give it a few more days lest it just needs more time and I over-poison.

Next, remember that ridiculously obscure state-mandated test I mocked when we learned Sharaun would have to take it for her teaching credential? She took two of the three units (the hard two), and, to her immense surprise, passed them both. The day after the test, she came home so bummed, convinced she'd failed. She didn't even logon to the website to check her scores. But, when the official results came in the mail - she had passed both. It really made her happy, and that made me happy. One more unit to go (the one about songs and dance and whatnot), and she'll be done.

Flashing waaaay back to the entry where I learned of my allergic-to-cold malady - last week I ran out of my allergy medicines, and I forgot to fill them right away. By the third day without pills, I was nearly unbearably itchy. I itched when I got out of the shower, when I drove to work with the windows down, after coming back into the air conditioned building where my sheen of summer sweat slowly cools off. Guess this nuisance disease is here to stay for a little longer, which really bums me out.

Finally, remember when I told you that Pat and I had talked about fixing up my grandpa's old highbanker? We were planning a camping trip with a gold panning theme. Well, we finally pegged the weekend for the trip - Labor Day, and on Saturday Pat urged me to bring over the pieces parts of the machine so we could try and get it up and running. My previous description of the machine, linked above, was actually inaccurate. What I was describing was a dredge/sluice combo - where my grandpa's old equipment is really just a water-assisted sluice, also known as a "highbanker." It consists of an engine, which runs a pump. The pump sucks water from the river and routes it through a hose to a sluice. You then dump buckets of sediment onto the sluice and the running water powers it over the "riffles" (bumpy-edged stuff) in the sluice. The heavier stuff (including gold) collects at the bottom of the riffles, usually on black rubber mats. These "leavings" are then panned to reduce them to the "take," or gold. It's a fairly brilliant idea - elegantly simple.

My grandfather's old highbanker was in need of some repair. First, we had to ensure that the old Briggs & Stratton motor was still operable. Once we emptied out the old oil and fuel and replaced them with fresh stuff, we mounted the motor to a piece of 1" board and fired it up. Without much effort, the old motor was puttering away like a champ. Now, let me explain the basics of how the contraption works. While modern power-sluices or highbankers employ a motor/pump combo unit, my grandfather's solution was simply a small engine powering a stand-alone pump. The two are connected by a drive belt, the engine turning the pump. In my grandfather's original implementation (which I only know about because I was given hand-written instructions from my mom's cousin when I inherited the machine), simplicity ruled. Both the pump and motor were mounted to pieces of 1" thick wood, and these two pieces were connected by way of a couple door hinges. When you connect the pump and engine with the drive belt, the two hinged planks can't lay flat, and the weight of the pump pulling on the hinges provides the tension on the drive belt. Imagine it like this:

I spend too much time in Visio.

With this "clapper board" arrangement, there's no elaborate mounting constraints to ensure the proper amount of belt tension - gravity takes care of that. Not to mention, you can tap out the hinge pins and separate the pump and engine boards for easier transport and storage (also mentioned in those hand-written instructions). When I got the parts, both the engine and pump mounting boards were missing, as was the drive belt. Pat and I made a trip to the hardware store and picked up some hinges, 1" board, and a drive belt for an edger. We quickly mounted the engine and pump, and connected them with the door hinges. The gravity-tension on the belt worked perfect! We then moved the whole rig out to his backyard, where we'd be testing it in the pool. We attached the short intake hose to the pump, and dangled it into the pool. Then stretched out the long output hose around to the other side of the pool. Pat suggested we "prime" the pump by pouring some water into the intake hose and pump itself, this way, the pump would start sucking water as soon as the engine started turning it. His suggestion was a good one, as the pump would only start sucking water well after it was properly primed. Once we got it - it worked like a charm. So good, in fact, that we were both surprised by volume of water the little rig was transferring. Some imagey-goodness for your approval:



Affixing the hinges to the engine side of the "clapper board."


Mounting the pump, the clapper is attached and hinged.


The hinged pump providing tension for the drive belt.


Hoses attached, getting ready for the test.


It works!

Labor Day could be payday if this thing works out right. Well, not really... but it would be super cool to at least get some dust/flakes from the process. I'll be happy if we find anything. Changing subjects a bit, we'll be camping for the next two weekends. This coming weekend at Erik and Kristi's wedding, we'll be camping on their land - where the ceremony and reception will be held. I'm actually in the wedding, so I'm really excited about heading down. I'll be taking Thursday afternoon and all of Friday off from work so we can head down early for the rehearsal and dinner, and get in a couple more evenings of camping. It should be a great time, the weather is supposed to be perfect - and they dug a true firepit, ringed in stones and accented with stump-chairs - not to mention the beer. So, wedding camping this weekend and gold-prospecting camping the next. I'm pumped... really looking forward to both.

With that, goodnight or good-day - depending on where you are.

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18Aug/050

happy birthday sharaun!

Lil' Chino?
Didn't write last night because I had nothing to say. Went out for some beer and "networking" after work, ended up staying out late and talking shop with some other work-folk. Nearly Wednesday now... or at least Tuesday night, the week is flying by again. Time for another post, so here goes.

Tonight, Sharaun and I watched some show on the Discovery channel that documented the conception-to-birth process through a mixture of following actual pregnant women and some pretty decent CG animations of the baby's journey from egg and sperm to birth. It was a pretty cool show, documenting the fetus's development throughout the pregnancy (do you know I had to look up how to make "fetus" possessive? The whole s-apostrophe/apostrophe-s thing is one grammar concept that I still get confused on). Anyway, the show of course culminated with video of the women who's pregnancies were followed finally giving birth. At several points during the show, I had to stiff-face back some tears, lest Sharaun realize that the whole thing was so blindingly amazing to me. Crying isn't something I'm accustomed to, but seeing some of that stuff and thinking about it going on in my wife's belly at that very moment was just too much.

Oh man, I want this so bad. Honestly, I could watch the Andy Griffith Show every day - I always revert to the TiVo'd episodes when there's nothing else on. These are even better though, because they're restored and uncut, containing scenes that even TV Land doesn't air, and as a bonus have the promo-spots that Andy did for products. DVDs are funny because, for the most part, I don't care about them. The few I own (less than ten), I never watch. So, I don't normally desire to "own" movies or DVDs of TV shows. However, with things like this set - and the Land of the Lost set I ordered on impulse - the obsessive collector in me takes over. For the completist, these "season" compilations with full uncut scenes and bonus items are like the Holy Grail. Now if they'd only come out with an authorized version of the Wonder Years... because this one is bootleg as hell.

No visible results yet from the deadly poison I administered to my ailing lawn last week, but I'm still encouraged by stories on the 'net that mention at least a week timeframe for results, and some at two weeks with a couple applications. Hopefully the death will be widespread and completely unexpected by the weedgrass - I'm thinking shock and awe.

Goodnight.