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29 March 2011 @ 07:33 pm
Is the money you're getting paid to destroy your life really worth it? Wouldn't you be better suited being paid crap and following some dreams?

Working on stuff that you have passion can be worth it. Working harder on stuff you have little passion for ... it's disheartening. A large part of me wonders about the Bay and/or Boston at this point. It'll be nice to have something to show my mom versus the usual internals work I do, but ........ I know quite well that at this point I'd happily take a nice salary cut and be allowed to go work on stuff I have passion about. I don't feel that that opportunity is around here right now, though, and that sucks.

Then again, there's the realistic possibility that I'm just currently frustrated by working too hard. I get to head to Santa Monica for a little romantic getaway next next weekend: that should very much take the edge off. We'll see where I am at that point.

14 February 2011 @ 06:16 pm
The world is full of small fleeting moments of amazing beauty. As much as I wish I would have held more of them closer to myself or embraced them more fully, sometimes letting them wander off on their own is the only real choice.
01 November 2010 @ 08:22 pm
I was filling out some restaurant reviews at UrbanSpoon.com in response to some excellent service, and I realized that I can't think of any restaurants that I have not enjoyed. Not just "not enjoyed recently", but "not enjoyed". I've been hearing lately from friends that they enjoy my positive world-view, but it's interesting to note that, if I have such, it may be rather automatic and involuntary on my part. I could probably delve around and figure out what waiter I hated or what food was served poorly, but -- my mind seems to flush out the bad and concentrate upon the good. I wonder if I should be less Pollyanna-ish, but I have no idea how one even goes about being that. My own mistakes I could tell you a lot about, but the mistakes of others I tend to dismiss and forget readily.
30 October 2010 @ 11:17 am
The four zoos in the United States with wombats are Brookfield Zoo (Chicago), San Diego Zoo, Memphis Zoo, and the Birmingham Zoo in Alabama.
12 October 2010 @ 09:43 pm
I'm easily impressionable. Ten years ago or so, I met my friend's roommate. She was cute, brilliant, funny, and focused. Rebecca finagled it so that I was able to take her to the opera, which seemed like a nice night. I felt relatively good about the night... and then my car broke down one block from her place while I was dropping her off. I'm pretty hypersensitive about my actual limitations and failures, so felt like crap. We had a couple ... do's after that, but I don't think she was feeling it and I'm certainly not the type to press things. The conversations we had, though, were great and interesting to me. Dumb stuff like the practical effects of giving cash to homeless people on the streets... I remain interested in her opinion and insight. And yes, I've had a crush on her since then, with the realization that things were never going to connect between us. Then she moved away and I hadn't heard of her for a while. I kept her in the back of my mind as the Beatrice to my Dante. She was the kind of woman who made me want to be a better person.

... and then I found out that she was having a baby. That she'd temporarily given up on finding a husband and instead arranged to share a child with a gay friend. That tends to blend in with the 'driven' picture I have of her, but it's still startling. How could someone so excellent be unable to find the right partner?

I'd been painting onesies for friends, so when I went down to California this past weekend I ... almost magically got to have lunch with her and present her with some I'd made for her. I'm still lightly shocked that she said yes to lunch, but I was tickled pink. I sat there across from her and there was almost too much to catch up on, so it stayed a shallow-ish conversation - but she's still close to intimidating. And I still felt that hanging around with people like her would be a good life plan.

I can show you a nice roadmap of why I'm still Single, but her? I'm baffled.

15 September 2010 @ 03:28 pm
There's a Stanky Legg dance competition as part of the Storm games. At the previous game, a guy pointed me out to his girlfriend and said "you've got to check out this guy's moves". At last night's game, the women told I should move to the aisle where I'd "win for sure".

I was pretty chuffed. I've always felt like a mediocre dancer, so it's highly pleasing to get complimented. Even if the dance is about as simple as the Salmon Dance, it's still fun.

Current Music: Girl Talk - Still Here
17 August 2010 @ 01:01 am
I feel deeply and truly uncool. Sitting at dinner with my parents and my girlfriend, I watched the conversation swirl around me. Already distracted by excruciating back pain, I kind of waited to be able to stumble into the conversation. When I did manage to do my gentle intrusion into it after being silent for five to ten minutes, I was interrupted midway through my second sentence. I gathered up my cojones after a little bit and reinterrupted right back, under the theory that I might matter and that my contributions might be valuable in some way.

I'm too deferential and reserved to take forefront in many conversations. I get out of the habit of talking and so when I do talk, it's too quick and too quiet, making my contributions that much less valuable.

I guess that helps build a reputation as a semidecent listener. It's what I'm used to. But it also means that I'm lame at one of the fundamental aspects of self-expression. I let myself get rolled over, buffaloed by others, and find myeslf caught within the contrails of others.

What do I want? How do I want to drive my own life - and my own conversations?

Current Music: Hidden Persuaders - Factor 451
25 May 2010 @ 02:42 pm
Sometimes I go whole days listening, bored, half sleep
I won't say anything that's worth a thing to me
One day, suddenly, time took a turn that once felt so brief
I blinked to see polite ghosts fading quickly
-School of Seven Bells, Half Asleep
The great thing about noticing that you're fucking up is that you're still alive and still have time to work on it.
08 March 2010 @ 03:20 pm
Last week my dad had a heart attack, my uncle was found to have stomach cancer, I saw and talked with my biological father I hadn't seen in fourteen years, and met my twelve year old sister for the first time ever.

I'm presuming that this week will be much less eventful.

Dad's at home resting now and is on the mend.
Current Music: Mosaic Whispers - Still Fighting It
02 March 2010 @ 02:11 pm
I looked at the 2008 Summer season soccer picture today: there are only three people from that iteration of the team left. Time marches on.

I believe that if, at the end of it all, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try. I didn't always know this, and am happy I lived long enough to find it out. --Roger Ebert

I'm working on being more petulant. I enjoy life too much, so find that I'm pretty willing to let everything work itself over (non-infinite!) time as opposed to demanding gratification.

Perhaps gratification is important.
Current Music: Bill Withers - I Can't Write Left-Handed