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

4Nov/050

crunching numbers

Could be hand outstretched for money, like the 1st paragraph; or religious hands like the last.
Writer's block removed, if only for a day. Four of six paragraphs written made it, not so bad. Let's get to the lucky four then, shall we?

Last night I did something I've been meaning to do now for a while: overhaul our finances spreadsheet to predict what things will be like once Lil' Chino arrives. I had been avoiding it because I don't really use the spreadsheet for much other than reference anymore, which I guess tends to happen when you're not for wont of money. I'm not all Greenspan with my finances or anything, I tend to be happy if we have some pocket money, are able to save some each month, and aren't getting past-due notices. But our plans for a one-income post-baby household had me more than a little curious - just how realistic is that? Well, after some serious modifications to my OpenOffice Calc spreadsheet (I made federal and state tax deductions automatic), I was able to plugin whatever numbers I wanted to run various financial scenarios. I guess the good news is that we won't be penniless; we'll still be able to save each month, tho perhaps not as much, won't be getting past-due notices, and should even have a little scratch left to get a cup of joe in the morning should we want. It gave me comfort though, seeing the bottom line in the black... made me feel just that much more like we really are ready to have this girl.

Changing subjects drastically...

A friend asked me the other day how I always manage to recall some long-ago-written entry and link back to it as something related to my current topics. I don't know really, I guess I do tend to remember a pretty surprising amount of what I've written. Sure, there's lots of crap in there that I've forgotten - but I think, for the most part, the stuff I forget is filler anyway, "fluff" to make the page look full. If I put time and thought into something I wrote though, odds are I'll remember that. That's not saying I haven't found myself about four or five paragraphs into what I think is going to be a stellar entry when I start thinking, "Have I done this before?" A quick search of past entries proves it: you dumbass, you wrote about this eight months ago. But, in general, I'm pretty good about keeping that stuff in my brain-bone. Stuff I've written, lyrics to songs, obscure math equations, all sorts of inconsequential stuff... but things like mom's birthday or paying the city utilities bill, not a chance.

I got almost all the Halloween stuff packed away, stowing the growing collection in the garage is becoming more and more Tetris-esque each year. I'm glad that, as part of the remaining backyard landscaping I broke down and decided to pay for, I'm getting a pad put in. I plan to use it for one of those ready-made sheds from Costco or the like, and a convenient place to store the three garbage cans this city gives me. Speaking of the landscaping, I think this weekend will be a big one... I'm expecting tons of progress, none of which will be made by the sweat of my brow. I'll try and throw up some pictures if it's dramatic enough. In fact, I like my new media gallery, Coppermine, so much, I've been thinking of re-putting up all sorts of pictures that I once had online but have since gone away. Yeah... when I get motivated...

Wow, them Catholics are on a roll. I wonder if we're seeing the makings of a secretive Catholic "marketing" campaign here: Bring religion into the 21st century; make it "fit" with the modern collective's advanced state of consciousness and understanding; make it less fanatic and legalistic and more about raw human spirituality and virtue; tout its complementary value to scientific and medical knowledge instead of championing its archaic disparities as universal truths. I guess, depending on your personal mix of worldliness and spirituality, there's a religion for everyone... from barely-believin' to handling-snakes-and-speaking-in-tongues.

Goodnight mofos.

3Nov/053

i got blood on my shirt

Screeeech!
Yeah, so I missed a day... I've got a serious case of writer's block going on. Lately when I sit down in front of this page I just can't seem to get an idea that I feel is worth spending time on. I've thought of this and that, and even started a couple paragraphs... but I ultimately give up when I run out of steam. Let's try and remedy that...

This morning, standing before the mirror preparing myself for work, my growing baldness really struck me. It used to be I could see my thinning crown only when someone showed me a picture they'd taken of me with me head down. Now though, the thinness is spreading, creeping forward like two long fingers, one on the right and one the left. It's like they're slowly marching toward my forehead, where, ironically, the hair that was once there seems to be retreating as if to meet it. Now, some people may read this wrong - like it's something I'm upset about. Not really though, going bald isn't really a "thing" for me... I don't really care. It's just kinda surprising each time you notice you're not as young as you used to be. I'm not drinking Ensure or holding the handrail for fear of a broken hip yet, but that's only like fatherhood + one year, right? Ugh.

Changing subjects drastically...

I think I'm only ever truly comfortable with something when I'm so familiar with it I can do it without thinking. Anything less than that, and I've got some level of anxiety about it... some notion of "I'm gonna eff this up." I really do have a problem with anxiety, or impatience... or maybe some kinda of anxious impatience or impatient anxiety. I get so torqued up over the littlest things, and half the time when I realize what's got me so tense I get mad for letting something so small trouble me. So, once I've mastered something and am 100% confident in doing it - I'm truly comfortable with it. That's the way I am with about 70% of my job now at work. I guess, realistically, 70% is probably good - since you should always be learning if you want to move up and make more cheddar eventually; so the 30% unknown is the still-learning stuff for your "betterment." Wait, I've lost track of my thoughts here and am careening into a ramble... forgive me.

I cannot write, something is wrong. Goodnight.

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1Nov/052

there’s a doctor i know can cure the boy

I'll wait for you.
Daylight savings time doesn't do much for me, aside from making me feel depressed walking out of work under cover of dark. Leaving work in the dark sucks, it truly does.

Halloween was typical in our new neighborhood, slim on trick-or-treaters but what we had seemed appreciative of the effort. New neighborhoods just don't have the same things that established ones do: throngs of all-aged kids, trees, you know. It's OK, the compliments we do get make it worth it to me... heck, I'd do it for one kid because I don't even care. I cued up the music, flicked on the strobe light, and fired up the fog machines - all for about twenty kids. Don't matter though folks, I still love this holiday; can't wait to experience it through the eyes of my daughter, either.

If you noticed from yesterday's Halloween images, I abandoned my Gallery 2 install in favor of Coppermine, another open-source image gallery app. I liked Gallery, but I always did think it was a tad too option-heavy. I tend to like a lot of functionality that's presented as if it were being used by dummies. Coppermine's install took all of 1min and it just worked. Not only that, but the bulk-upload feature works like a charm, and the editing/commenting/rating features are great. The interface is simple, speedy, and skinnable. Anyway, I think I'll move to this long-term as opposed to Gallery, especially since G2 "lost" the ability to let users vote/rank files.

I think you know you ended up with the right person in life when your deepest-rooted escapist fantasies still include them. If I could have my way, and get away from everything for a while to be surrounded only by things which bring me joy - Sharaun'd be there. OK so yeah, maybe it's sappy, but I'm for really. I'd need some music, comfortable clothes and maybe a few books, and my wife; that's all really. I could ask for good weather and tasty food and a host of other amenities I suppose, but that's more of a utopian fantasy than the escapist one I'm writing about (shit, I'm off track again aren't I?). In reality even my die-hard "get away" scenarios (the ones that aren't Thoreau-esque fantasies of extreme solitude, which aren't long-term anyway) see her with me. To me, that's a good thing.

Nightnight.