"In Motion..."
So these are just my thoughts. If you don't like them don't read them. If you do, great. Either way feel free to email me.
The Purpose of this blog is for me to do autobiographical writings about how I'm managing my life and things in it. I like to think this means I'm in motion....
I do photography professionally you can see some here
Finally here's me in a self portrait:
The archive is here if you're interested in reading some older posts...
~ Saturday, June 29, 2002
E Pluribus Unum.
So I didn't know this. When in 1954 they added "under god" they also started writing "in god we trust" on the money.
I say when we fix the plege we fix the money too. There was actually an ammendment proposed at the same time of these changes to make the national motto refer to Jesus Christ (see slate's history lesson (6/28/02) for a complete reference) in our national motto.
During that time with McCarthy trying to put away all the godless commies it was like a race to see which politition had was more reverent to prayer. So they started doing what they do. They added a prayer room to the capital.
When there is a witch hunt on lots of people want to do anything they can to not look like witches. Can you think of an example of how not to looke like a witch boys and girls? Good... I knew you could... That's right you burn someone at the steak screaming witch at them... makes you look so damn un-witch.
Don't want to look like a godless commie? You do the math....
So I didn't know this. When in 1954 they added "under god" they also started writing "in god we trust" on the money.
I say when we fix the plege we fix the money too. There was actually an ammendment proposed at the same time of these changes to make the national motto refer to Jesus Christ (see slate's history lesson (6/28/02) for a complete reference) in our national motto.
During that time with McCarthy trying to put away all the godless commies it was like a race to see which politition had was more reverent to prayer. So they started doing what they do. They added a prayer room to the capital.
When there is a witch hunt on lots of people want to do anything they can to not look like witches. Can you think of an example of how not to looke like a witch boys and girls? Good... I knew you could... That's right you burn someone at the steak screaming witch at them... makes you look so damn un-witch.
Don't want to look like a godless commie? You do the math....
~ Thursday, June 27, 2002
This just in.... from MSNBC
Does the Pledge of Allegiance violate the constitutional separation of church and state?
* 231696 responses
Yes. The phrase "under God" should not have been added.
21%
No. The phrase does not endorse a specific religion or abridge freedom of worship.
79%
Not very original. Looks like someone on one news site copied the other one...
Does the Pledge of Allegiance violate the constitutional separation of church and state?
* 231696 responses
Yes. The phrase "under God" should not have been added.
21%
No. The phrase does not endorse a specific religion or abridge freedom of worship.
79%
Not very original. Looks like someone on one news site copied the other one...
OK CNN's done it again...
check out this poll:
Do you agree with the U.S. Constitution's separation of church and state?
Yes
No
What kind of a fucking question is that? well lets think... oh no first amendment is bad. It's only the back bone of our whole freakin' system. At least "yes" was winning.
FoxNews had a shot at this one too. The one I saw was
Do you agree with the federal appeals court ruling that the Pledge of Allegiance, with the words "under God," is unconstitutional?
Yes, the Pledge violates the separation of church and state.
No, "under God" belongs in the Pledge.
Not sure.
Most people had "No, 'under god' belong in the Pledge".
People It was added in 1954 when the McCarthy regime was having its little witch hunt for the godless commies. Since they didn't have religion we needed it by god. (so to speak) So they added it. It doesn't take a judge to figure out that having the under god in there disenfranchises me as an atheist.
Congress shall pass no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press, or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
Say it with me:
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation with liberty and justice for all.
Now doesn't that roll of the tongue a little better?? Don't it?
check out this poll:
Do you agree with the U.S. Constitution's separation of church and state?
Yes
No
What kind of a fucking question is that? well lets think... oh no first amendment is bad. It's only the back bone of our whole freakin' system. At least "yes" was winning.
FoxNews had a shot at this one too. The one I saw was
Do you agree with the federal appeals court ruling that the Pledge of Allegiance, with the words "under God," is unconstitutional?
Yes, the Pledge violates the separation of church and state.
No, "under God" belongs in the Pledge.
Not sure.
Most people had "No, 'under god' belong in the Pledge".
People It was added in 1954 when the McCarthy regime was having its little witch hunt for the godless commies. Since they didn't have religion we needed it by god. (so to speak) So they added it. It doesn't take a judge to figure out that having the under god in there disenfranchises me as an atheist.
Congress shall pass no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press, or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
Say it with me:
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation with liberty and justice for all.
Now doesn't that roll of the tongue a little better?? Don't it?
~ Wednesday, June 26, 2002
Fantastic book
Galileo's Daughter...
124 letters from Suor Maria Celeste Galilei (a nun of the order of Poor Clare) written to her father, Galileo form the spine of this unbelievably well written biography. The text of whole letters along with commentary and narrative by the author make for one of the best biographies I've ever read.
The book is as much history of the Catholic Church and the Italian inquisition as it is a biography. The author does a great job showing the context of the 30 years war and the attitudes of Pope Urban the VIII as they change over time. From this history we can be reminded of the beauty and importance of the first amendment to our constitution.
There is also enough science sprinkled in to get a feel for the works of Galileo and how much influence he clearly had on Newton. Specifically the laws of motion and gravity were laid out fairly clearly by Galileo in his final bootlegged work Two Sciences, which could not be published in Italian, only English and Dutch in protestant countries.
One more little note. This is the only biography that I've ever read that has a real surprise ending...
Galileo's Daughter...
124 letters from Suor Maria Celeste Galilei (a nun of the order of Poor Clare) written to her father, Galileo form the spine of this unbelievably well written biography. The text of whole letters along with commentary and narrative by the author make for one of the best biographies I've ever read.
The book is as much history of the Catholic Church and the Italian inquisition as it is a biography. The author does a great job showing the context of the 30 years war and the attitudes of Pope Urban the VIII as they change over time. From this history we can be reminded of the beauty and importance of the first amendment to our constitution.
There is also enough science sprinkled in to get a feel for the works of Galileo and how much influence he clearly had on Newton. Specifically the laws of motion and gravity were laid out fairly clearly by Galileo in his final bootlegged work Two Sciences, which could not be published in Italian, only English and Dutch in protestant countries.
One more little note. This is the only biography that I've ever read that has a real surprise ending...
~ Thursday, June 20, 2002
~ Wednesday, June 19, 2002
Flight....
Flight 1493 was a straight shot to seattle with a stop in cincinnati. Cincinnati is the homeland but I only had 1 hour. Since you're not really in Ohio at the cincy airport it wasn't much of a stop. We departed at 5:30 and were due to arrive at 10:47. Sound short? add 3 hours for the time change... no matter how you slice you're going from boston to seattle...
So I eat my roast beef wrap sandwich (good) and realize this is a really small gate. Therefore its either a small plane (bad) or a somewhat empty plane (good). I'm in row 40. OK 40 is a good row. 15 you board last and well there is no overhead left. 45 you're in the back row and your seat doesn't move and you are right next to the bathroom (bad). So 40 is good. First crack at the pillows and the overhead... oh ya... I'm livin' large...
First Class...
Medalion...
40-45
You know people can't count. Maybe we should put row 1 in the back and then all will be well. Lets do a little math here people. There are 5 rows. 6 seats per row. Minus 2 seats because 45 is is only 2 and 2. I get 28. So how is it when they call rows 40-45 about 100 idiots get in my way. I hear them turning people down up there and then some folks back off, but come on 40-45 is 28 people of which I am one so there should only be 27 other fuckers trying to get on the plane....
Lets take a moment to talk "random" searches. Oh thats useful. NOT. They searched the most anti profiled people you could. So lets think about this for a min. We don't want to do racial profiling (good) but we gotta do something (bad). In fact identification technique would be good, but no they search grandpa even though he's flying with 2 little kids. He has to take his shoes and his hat off. WTF. That sucked. I told the guy (he didn't hear me) to make them change their gloves. Some other people heard me and I told them. They have to change their gloves if you ask. Make them change their gloves.
ok so i'm settled into seat 40D. For those of you who have flown at 757 you know of course i'm on the asile. So it's not a full flight, but close. 30% empty. So not many middle seats are taken. My row is still empty. I see people sitting in row 15... nobody in my row (good). getting set to close the door oh ya (good). Then I realize nobody else has a row... it dawns on me. My person is late. They are late. uh oh. one more coming down the row fast. uh oh. At this point I can honestly say I was not judging. I even thought she was probly victim of a random search. She looks at me and goes. "Oh sorry, *You're* the lucky one". This doesn't phase me. I hope right out and let her in.
She has to get her 2 carry-ons and her purse into the overhead but first she needs her laptop and her book and some cords and a mouse. I'm standing there for a bit while she settles. Still not judging. She looks at me and says "what else do I need?" I smile and say "I really don't know". I thought that was kinda funny. So i'm not worried. Then she says "I just need to get this stuff up there and then you can sit anywhere you want". Well I want the asile, hence the fact that I requested it. I reply that I'm fine right where I was. She slides in.
Now before we even pull away from the gate she goes to the john. It's not far so I hop right up. Hey i'm on the asile its my job to hop up and I'm all over it. I hop. I even skip a little but I'm quick to move and without a work. She gives me a big apology for nature calling. I reply "not at all, it's my job to move" When she gets back we have the where are you from. Conversation. 2 lines into she tells me to sell my house as my neighborhood is going to down. Nice. Well she's generous with her advice. She lives in seattle I'm embarassed to say.
So she comes back in like 4 seconds. She's quick. But it's show time. The engines are started now and we're moving. Rock on headed for home. She puts on a big to do about how much a nervous flyer she is. She looks at me and goes "you must fly all the time" I respond "Twice a year maybe, if that".
"oh"
"Well this is the safest row in the plane" she says.
"Really?" I politely respond
"Oh ya" she gets out as she clutches her seat and presses the guy in front of her into his tray table (which was in the proper upright position).
I stare at her I can't believe how crazy she's acting.
"Take offs are very frightening"
So OK I have zero sympathy for this. None. Zip. I scratch my chin.
"This is the safest row" She repeats as if she's counting beads. So she must be in to statistics right...
"You ever go from the bottom of 405 to the top of 405?" I ask her. (thats about 30 miles of interstate bypass in seattle for those of you who do not know.)
"uh what?"
I repeat my query. "have you ever driven from the bottom of 405 to the top?"
I can tell i'm annoying her because I'm interrupting her show...
"uh ya" she grunts.
I say to her "You are much safer in that seat right there than on that highway".
Kinda took the wind out of her sails. Not totally I mean the show must go on. But she was looking for "oh it's gonna be fine" and I give her cold hard facts about death by crashing.
Hello drink cart. I love the drink cart. Flight attendent asks her (she is not named yet) for tomato juice. Ick. but whatever "And vodka"... oh great. I ask my standard question. "Can I trouble you for a can of ginger ale?" It's a great way to get a whole can and you let the flight attenedent know you value the fact they schlep that cart.
"Are you getting any burbon with that?" She asks me with a 20 in her hand. "uh no. just the ginger ale." "oh I was going to buy it for you" "Thanks anyways". I ask the FA for some regular pretzals as the snack mix is coated with MSG. I give mine to my row mate. (ick). She says "thanks I'm starving" and then goes on about how I can't eat that. Whatever. The
FA brings me 3 bags of pretzels "SCORE" and 2 more bags of snacks for the lady with the bottle.
She gives the lady a 20 for a $4 bottle of vodka. The flight attendent says "Oh thanks I take tips" We laugh. We is me and the flight attendent. Not Vodka Drama Queen. She not laughing. "I'm gonna tip you" she snips. The FA then goes "oh no I'll get you change I just don't have it right now." She shleps on. VCD holds up her bags and goes "Does she think I'm starving?" I say nothing....
"I'm gonna tip her". I say nothing. My new strategy. She starts fucking with her computer. we're on a damn plane and she's pluggin in her intellimouse. Man I dont' want her to know that I worked at MS (luckily this doesn't happen). "you don't drink?" "nope" I reply. "I don't either" (ok she's holding a bottle of vodka it's really hard not to laugh in her face) "only when I fly. I just don't see a need for it." (She's pouring now)
the FA comes back with the change. The VDQ tries to tip her $6 for a $4 drinks. Drunks, gotta love em. They are consitiently stupid. After all it is "stupid in a bottle"
Show time... Somebody stop me.
She rifles the one little bag she has. I'm reading. she's searching. She's freaking out. I'm reading. She finally touches me (not the first time I might add, ICK). "Can you get down my mickey mouse bag?" She was almost panting. It was gross.
I go "sure" and I get it. She rifles some more I read. She is just so relieved. "I thought I lost all my money and my traveller's checks. I'm so relieved". Big drama in the friendly skies.I say very little something light "oh thats good"
"How long is the layover?" She asked me that at least 6 times. I'll leave it out from here on out for fear it will annoy you the reader as much as it did me.
No movie as this leg is too short. Let me give you a feel for what i'm in now. I have a word for people who move into your space on a plane. Encroacher. This woman broke my scale. She had shit all over the seat between us, the trays and even my seat some times. Lots of apologies. but she created a new term Exploder. She Explodes to fill the space.
We land. (note I spared you a bunch) She's freaky while we land. I say nothing. Oh I found out what all that fuss to get the laptop working was about. Solitair... She was playing solitare when she was having problems I wanted to slap a deck of fucking cards on the table to "fix the problem". OK truthfully I wanted to slap a deck of cards missing a couple of cards... heh. When she was cussing it was cause she had to redeal... As we're leaving the plane some kind of electronic noise says something. I go "What was that". "Oh I don't know" "I'm sure it wasn't you, you wouldn't say something like that" "Like what?" "nothing". whatever.
I bolt off the plane. Trying to lose her. She makes some calls while we wait at the plane. Some colorful exerpts are listed below.
"Well if he didn't even call to see if I was all right just forget him." Or "if they would have said just one word I would have stayed, Just one word" I bet their word was "out".
I eat a stake sandwich. Yum.
I find out we "reboard" with medalion level not first class. Oops...
Shes not there. woohoo not gonna show. No such luck. She's late but shows. Seems more drunk maybe. 4:44 mins of flight. I can't move rows although its more empty I'm stuck with her.
They served dinner which was odd. I thought delta stopped doing that. She realizes dinner is coming around and she touches me on the shoulder and says "have you had dinner?" ick. "uh ya at the airport". I waive dinner but ask for you guessed it, plain pretzels... oh ya. Ginger ale and pretzels...
Monsters inc. again, but this time it was free. She slept as i'm sure she drank while off the plane and then had a vodka and tonic (only tipped a buck this time and was very polite about it) she had her light on as if she needed to sleep in a spot light.
My "say noghting" strategy paid off. When we land and are getting ready to get off she is still passed out. A guy from the next row up tries to give me *her* book. I point at her. then we both (he and I) put it on the middle seat she is still asleep. As people start to file out she wakes up. She has some electronic device in her bag that keeps going "fuck you" in a funny voice. I had heard it once before and she played it off as being from the row behind us on the first leg. Now its going off and she can't find it to stop it. "fuck you" "fuck you" "fuck you" right out of her micky mouse bag.
I say nothing....
Flight 1493 was a straight shot to seattle with a stop in cincinnati. Cincinnati is the homeland but I only had 1 hour. Since you're not really in Ohio at the cincy airport it wasn't much of a stop. We departed at 5:30 and were due to arrive at 10:47. Sound short? add 3 hours for the time change... no matter how you slice you're going from boston to seattle...
So I eat my roast beef wrap sandwich (good) and realize this is a really small gate. Therefore its either a small plane (bad) or a somewhat empty plane (good). I'm in row 40. OK 40 is a good row. 15 you board last and well there is no overhead left. 45 you're in the back row and your seat doesn't move and you are right next to the bathroom (bad). So 40 is good. First crack at the pillows and the overhead... oh ya... I'm livin' large...
First Class...
Medalion...
40-45
You know people can't count. Maybe we should put row 1 in the back and then all will be well. Lets do a little math here people. There are 5 rows. 6 seats per row. Minus 2 seats because 45 is is only 2 and 2. I get 28. So how is it when they call rows 40-45 about 100 idiots get in my way. I hear them turning people down up there and then some folks back off, but come on 40-45 is 28 people of which I am one so there should only be 27 other fuckers trying to get on the plane....
Lets take a moment to talk "random" searches. Oh thats useful. NOT. They searched the most anti profiled people you could. So lets think about this for a min. We don't want to do racial profiling (good) but we gotta do something (bad). In fact identification technique would be good, but no they search grandpa even though he's flying with 2 little kids. He has to take his shoes and his hat off. WTF. That sucked. I told the guy (he didn't hear me) to make them change their gloves. Some other people heard me and I told them. They have to change their gloves if you ask. Make them change their gloves.
ok so i'm settled into seat 40D. For those of you who have flown at 757 you know of course i'm on the asile. So it's not a full flight, but close. 30% empty. So not many middle seats are taken. My row is still empty. I see people sitting in row 15... nobody in my row (good). getting set to close the door oh ya (good). Then I realize nobody else has a row... it dawns on me. My person is late. They are late. uh oh. one more coming down the row fast. uh oh. At this point I can honestly say I was not judging. I even thought she was probly victim of a random search. She looks at me and goes. "Oh sorry, *You're* the lucky one". This doesn't phase me. I hope right out and let her in.
She has to get her 2 carry-ons and her purse into the overhead but first she needs her laptop and her book and some cords and a mouse. I'm standing there for a bit while she settles. Still not judging. She looks at me and says "what else do I need?" I smile and say "I really don't know". I thought that was kinda funny. So i'm not worried. Then she says "I just need to get this stuff up there and then you can sit anywhere you want". Well I want the asile, hence the fact that I requested it. I reply that I'm fine right where I was. She slides in.
Now before we even pull away from the gate she goes to the john. It's not far so I hop right up. Hey i'm on the asile its my job to hop up and I'm all over it. I hop. I even skip a little but I'm quick to move and without a work. She gives me a big apology for nature calling. I reply "not at all, it's my job to move" When she gets back we have the where are you from. Conversation. 2 lines into she tells me to sell my house as my neighborhood is going to down. Nice. Well she's generous with her advice. She lives in seattle I'm embarassed to say.
So she comes back in like 4 seconds. She's quick. But it's show time. The engines are started now and we're moving. Rock on headed for home. She puts on a big to do about how much a nervous flyer she is. She looks at me and goes "you must fly all the time" I respond "Twice a year maybe, if that".
"oh"
"Well this is the safest row in the plane" she says.
"Really?" I politely respond
"Oh ya" she gets out as she clutches her seat and presses the guy in front of her into his tray table (which was in the proper upright position).
I stare at her I can't believe how crazy she's acting.
"Take offs are very frightening"
So OK I have zero sympathy for this. None. Zip. I scratch my chin.
"This is the safest row" She repeats as if she's counting beads. So she must be in to statistics right...
"You ever go from the bottom of 405 to the top of 405?" I ask her. (thats about 30 miles of interstate bypass in seattle for those of you who do not know.)
"uh what?"
I repeat my query. "have you ever driven from the bottom of 405 to the top?"
I can tell i'm annoying her because I'm interrupting her show...
"uh ya" she grunts.
I say to her "You are much safer in that seat right there than on that highway".
Kinda took the wind out of her sails. Not totally I mean the show must go on. But she was looking for "oh it's gonna be fine" and I give her cold hard facts about death by crashing.
Hello drink cart. I love the drink cart. Flight attendent asks her (she is not named yet) for tomato juice. Ick. but whatever "And vodka"... oh great. I ask my standard question. "Can I trouble you for a can of ginger ale?" It's a great way to get a whole can and you let the flight attenedent know you value the fact they schlep that cart.
"Are you getting any burbon with that?" She asks me with a 20 in her hand. "uh no. just the ginger ale." "oh I was going to buy it for you" "Thanks anyways". I ask the FA for some regular pretzals as the snack mix is coated with MSG. I give mine to my row mate. (ick). She says "thanks I'm starving" and then goes on about how I can't eat that. Whatever. The
FA brings me 3 bags of pretzels "SCORE" and 2 more bags of snacks for the lady with the bottle.
She gives the lady a 20 for a $4 bottle of vodka. The flight attendent says "Oh thanks I take tips" We laugh. We is me and the flight attendent. Not Vodka Drama Queen. She not laughing. "I'm gonna tip you" she snips. The FA then goes "oh no I'll get you change I just don't have it right now." She shleps on. VCD holds up her bags and goes "Does she think I'm starving?" I say nothing....
"I'm gonna tip her". I say nothing. My new strategy. She starts fucking with her computer. we're on a damn plane and she's pluggin in her intellimouse. Man I dont' want her to know that I worked at MS (luckily this doesn't happen). "you don't drink?" "nope" I reply. "I don't either" (ok she's holding a bottle of vodka it's really hard not to laugh in her face) "only when I fly. I just don't see a need for it." (She's pouring now)
the FA comes back with the change. The VDQ tries to tip her $6 for a $4 drinks. Drunks, gotta love em. They are consitiently stupid. After all it is "stupid in a bottle"
Show time... Somebody stop me.
She rifles the one little bag she has. I'm reading. she's searching. She's freaking out. I'm reading. She finally touches me (not the first time I might add, ICK). "Can you get down my mickey mouse bag?" She was almost panting. It was gross.
I go "sure" and I get it. She rifles some more I read. She is just so relieved. "I thought I lost all my money and my traveller's checks. I'm so relieved". Big drama in the friendly skies.I say very little something light "oh thats good"
"How long is the layover?" She asked me that at least 6 times. I'll leave it out from here on out for fear it will annoy you the reader as much as it did me.
No movie as this leg is too short. Let me give you a feel for what i'm in now. I have a word for people who move into your space on a plane. Encroacher. This woman broke my scale. She had shit all over the seat between us, the trays and even my seat some times. Lots of apologies. but she created a new term Exploder. She Explodes to fill the space.
We land. (note I spared you a bunch) She's freaky while we land. I say nothing. Oh I found out what all that fuss to get the laptop working was about. Solitair... She was playing solitare when she was having problems I wanted to slap a deck of fucking cards on the table to "fix the problem". OK truthfully I wanted to slap a deck of cards missing a couple of cards... heh. When she was cussing it was cause she had to redeal... As we're leaving the plane some kind of electronic noise says something. I go "What was that". "Oh I don't know" "I'm sure it wasn't you, you wouldn't say something like that" "Like what?" "nothing". whatever.
I bolt off the plane. Trying to lose her. She makes some calls while we wait at the plane. Some colorful exerpts are listed below.
"Well if he didn't even call to see if I was all right just forget him." Or "if they would have said just one word I would have stayed, Just one word" I bet their word was "out".
I eat a stake sandwich. Yum.
I find out we "reboard" with medalion level not first class. Oops...
Shes not there. woohoo not gonna show. No such luck. She's late but shows. Seems more drunk maybe. 4:44 mins of flight. I can't move rows although its more empty I'm stuck with her.
They served dinner which was odd. I thought delta stopped doing that. She realizes dinner is coming around and she touches me on the shoulder and says "have you had dinner?" ick. "uh ya at the airport". I waive dinner but ask for you guessed it, plain pretzels... oh ya. Ginger ale and pretzels...
Monsters inc. again, but this time it was free. She slept as i'm sure she drank while off the plane and then had a vodka and tonic (only tipped a buck this time and was very polite about it) she had her light on as if she needed to sleep in a spot light.
My "say noghting" strategy paid off. When we land and are getting ready to get off she is still passed out. A guy from the next row up tries to give me *her* book. I point at her. then we both (he and I) put it on the middle seat she is still asleep. As people start to file out she wakes up. She has some electronic device in her bag that keeps going "fuck you" in a funny voice. I had heard it once before and she played it off as being from the row behind us on the first leg. Now its going off and she can't find it to stop it. "fuck you" "fuck you" "fuck you" right out of her micky mouse bag.
I say nothing....
Learn to navigate Tuesday (day 4)
So I have yet to be lost really good in boston. It's about time, don't ya think?
So I needed to mail the lovely gifts I got at the wedding home (thanks again S & E they really are great) I got a light saber (I was a gaurd and we were armed with plastic light sabers). I got a great rosewood box for holding CD's thats really cool. And a Zydaco Tie. (That had to have come from solomon) That also is really cool. So the people at the desk send me to a "Mail boxes etc." Can't find it. Ask a dude in a University Mail truck where one is. He gives me directions. Can't find that one either. Fuck.
Go back check out, get tux. Head down to tux shop. Sound simple. No. I was good up until "head down to tux shop" Someone took my directions to the wedding for a scrap book, but it also had my Mr. Tux directions. Shit. So I've got a cheesy map and I'm fucking lost. Lost I say. LOST. Cheese map means "not all streets are real and not all streets appear and lets not even mention SCALE"
So I start running out of time and I still find it before 10. Long enough to call and get directions from Julie (in NH) to yet another Mailboxes. So I go in and talk to the tux guy. I go "I'll spare you the story, but I owe you a 20." Then I told him the story. He handed me a receipt and said in his thick boston accent that sounded just like Ben Affleck "You're all set sir". I tried to give him the 20 and he said, "No sir, You're set sir". and off I went to NH. I stopped and followed Julies perfect dirctions and spotted a fed ex shipping counter in a strip mall right where she said it would be. Thanks Julie.
Then on to New Hampshire. Very nice. I loved the drive. Oh when in boston you lose lane just use the shoulder, it's OK. It really is OK. I was shocked. There were signs even. anyways was able to follow the directions to see Randy & Julie's new house. Randy showed me some great card magic. (It was the 4 of spades, Randy) and we talked for a bit over an hour and then I headed back down to the airport. Again it was easy.
I checked into logan my camera bag was dusted. Nothing searched. I was determined to make them change their gloves, but they never opened anything. I found the gate and got some food and chowed. (I was jet lagged still so I wasn't hungry at 12 at Randy's but at 3 I was starved in the airport. Randy had better food too...)
I'll save the last leg of the journey for another entry as its gonna be a long one...
So I have yet to be lost really good in boston. It's about time, don't ya think?
So I needed to mail the lovely gifts I got at the wedding home (thanks again S & E they really are great) I got a light saber (I was a gaurd and we were armed with plastic light sabers). I got a great rosewood box for holding CD's thats really cool. And a Zydaco Tie. (That had to have come from solomon) That also is really cool. So the people at the desk send me to a "Mail boxes etc." Can't find it. Ask a dude in a University Mail truck where one is. He gives me directions. Can't find that one either. Fuck.
Go back check out, get tux. Head down to tux shop. Sound simple. No. I was good up until "head down to tux shop" Someone took my directions to the wedding for a scrap book, but it also had my Mr. Tux directions. Shit. So I've got a cheesy map and I'm fucking lost. Lost I say. LOST. Cheese map means "not all streets are real and not all streets appear and lets not even mention SCALE"
So I start running out of time and I still find it before 10. Long enough to call and get directions from Julie (in NH) to yet another Mailboxes. So I go in and talk to the tux guy. I go "I'll spare you the story, but I owe you a 20." Then I told him the story. He handed me a receipt and said in his thick boston accent that sounded just like Ben Affleck "You're all set sir". I tried to give him the 20 and he said, "No sir, You're set sir". and off I went to NH. I stopped and followed Julies perfect dirctions and spotted a fed ex shipping counter in a strip mall right where she said it would be. Thanks Julie.
Then on to New Hampshire. Very nice. I loved the drive. Oh when in boston you lose lane just use the shoulder, it's OK. It really is OK. I was shocked. There were signs even. anyways was able to follow the directions to see Randy & Julie's new house. Randy showed me some great card magic. (It was the 4 of spades, Randy) and we talked for a bit over an hour and then I headed back down to the airport. Again it was easy.
I checked into logan my camera bag was dusted. Nothing searched. I was determined to make them change their gloves, but they never opened anything. I found the gate and got some food and chowed. (I was jet lagged still so I wasn't hungry at 12 at Randy's but at 3 I was starved in the airport. Randy had better food too...)
I'll save the last leg of the journey for another entry as its gonna be a long one...
History Monday
Got to ride in a car on monday. Potter who drove out from Ohio drove me, eric, and bear into the city. Eric and Bear went to the aquarium and we were headed to lexington concord.
We didn't really get there til about noon so we ordered lunch. We sat where the american revolution really started. Potter knows all sees all and tells all. Much fun is had by all. We managed to hook up with Ken Oliver who Dave and I both worked with in Cincy. He hasn't changed a bit. Amazing.
We went to Minute Man National park. With the bridge and lots of nice people who told us about stuff. Then we went to bunker hill. I got a workout by going up 300 steps in the full heat with my camera gear. View was great though.
When we came down I had cool down sickness (nasueated) so I drank some water and just chilled. I did take some shots.
Then we tried to go see ironsides but time was running short so Potter and Brenner tried to walk out to a modern day friggate but the naval gaurds didn't want them anywhere near the ship so they left.
Potter dropped us by the T station. I had left my tux in their room in hopes of returing it to the Mall. When we got back to their room (nice and cool) I coulnd't find the cufflinks or the studs... So I figure they are back in the room. Shit that'll cost me $20 late fee... And I'm gonna have to carry it back that night on the T to return it in the morning complete. So we went to meet Ted and his wife Leelah (sp? I never saw it written down) Very nice folks. We had the best indian food in harvard. It was just great. Chicken Tikki Masala. I loved it. The only way to eat yogurt.
We take the T back after a late supper and having to explain to the waitor how to split the check into fifths and then put 2/5 on 2 cards and 1/5 on mine. Crazy. I didn't realize there was a tip on it so I tipped him double, but hey he did the fractions.
We went back to the Omni Park and I got my tux and boarded the T. (That sentence is short but that was a pretty long haul) and got off at Mt. Hood. I'm a pro on the T now. It's so easy to understand. I hunt for the studs and cuffs. No luck. Check the Car. No luck. Shit. Check the tux. SHIT SHIT SHIT they are in the shoes. Now I'm gonna have to wait til 10am to take it back and I need to be in New Hampshire at 11:00. And I have to pay $20 for being late.
More TV. More of a Bad thing. Bad idea.... Room is at least cool. thats nice.
Got to ride in a car on monday. Potter who drove out from Ohio drove me, eric, and bear into the city. Eric and Bear went to the aquarium and we were headed to lexington concord.
We didn't really get there til about noon so we ordered lunch. We sat where the american revolution really started. Potter knows all sees all and tells all. Much fun is had by all. We managed to hook up with Ken Oliver who Dave and I both worked with in Cincy. He hasn't changed a bit. Amazing.
We went to Minute Man National park. With the bridge and lots of nice people who told us about stuff. Then we went to bunker hill. I got a workout by going up 300 steps in the full heat with my camera gear. View was great though.
When we came down I had cool down sickness (nasueated) so I drank some water and just chilled. I did take some shots.
Then we tried to go see ironsides but time was running short so Potter and Brenner tried to walk out to a modern day friggate but the naval gaurds didn't want them anywhere near the ship so they left.
Potter dropped us by the T station. I had left my tux in their room in hopes of returing it to the Mall. When we got back to their room (nice and cool) I coulnd't find the cufflinks or the studs... So I figure they are back in the room. Shit that'll cost me $20 late fee... And I'm gonna have to carry it back that night on the T to return it in the morning complete. So we went to meet Ted and his wife Leelah (sp? I never saw it written down) Very nice folks. We had the best indian food in harvard. It was just great. Chicken Tikki Masala. I loved it. The only way to eat yogurt.
We take the T back after a late supper and having to explain to the waitor how to split the check into fifths and then put 2/5 on 2 cards and 1/5 on mine. Crazy. I didn't realize there was a tip on it so I tipped him double, but hey he did the fractions.
We went back to the Omni Park and I got my tux and boarded the T. (That sentence is short but that was a pretty long haul) and got off at Mt. Hood. I'm a pro on the T now. It's so easy to understand. I hunt for the studs and cuffs. No luck. Check the Car. No luck. Shit. Check the tux. SHIT SHIT SHIT they are in the shoes. Now I'm gonna have to wait til 10am to take it back and I need to be in New Hampshire at 11:00. And I have to pay $20 for being late.
More TV. More of a Bad thing. Bad idea.... Room is at least cool. thats nice.
Day 2 the wedding.
So Brenner calls me on the cell. At a reasonable time, but the jet lag and stuff I was in bed not quite asleep. I couldn't figure out where the damn phone was. I must have looked pretty funny jumping around the room trying to find the ringing. It was over on the floor by the charger. He's ready to go and we're gonna meet potter. I get ready Had a quick bite (spoke to Solomon's father for a bit) and hopped the T into town. I need to be back and on the chartered bus by 3:00pm It's about 10.
So I meet Brenner and Gina at their stop for the T. I actually try to sneak up on brenner but it doesn't really work. We got back on the T and went to north station to wait for Potter. (I didn't realize he was in our hotel we could have just gone there together.)
We ate at McDonalds. For those of you who know what it is I had a 581. It was truly a 581 or maybe a double. If you don't know what I mean don't ask, You probly don't want to know.
We walked up the freedom trail. saw some dead folks and heard potter talk about them (good stuff).
We did the "old north church". That was way cool.
I got calls for father's day and called my father.
Then I headed back to the T to go get ready.
I was set and on the bus on time. Lots of nice people on the bus. The VCR didn't work, but oh well. We had fun anyways.
The Big Event
Holy shit was it a place. It was over the top oppulant. The name escapes me or i'd link it. The photographer was there. We waited around. The flowers arrived. (they were toally wrong) the photographer was itchy to start, but he wasn't very nice about it. The bride was in traffic as were her parents. When Elka arrived we started photos. The wedding party was hardly used in the photos. I was sorry we didn't get one of Solomon and the Groom's attendents. But maybe the couple asked to have a speicific set I don't know. He left us standing in the driveway. This is where I found out "Tucker" has a kazoo. He was my kittle partner in the wedding. Fun guy, glad he was there.
We went outside where everyone was meeting the bride down by the fountain. Solomon was up on the veranda (can't call that a porch). noone was talking to Solomon because they were crowded up to Elka. She looked great. So we were up there and we put on the hats (I can't spell the right word). I didn't lose any hair on it, it was great.
So we're talking and greeting guests when a dark cloud happens by.
Tut tut it looks rain said christopher robin.
Holy shit when it rains in Rhode Island it fucking rains. Also what fucking moron named it Rhode ISLAND? We didn't even cross a bridge to get to it. I checked map. Not a fucking Island. But anyway. It started to rain. Elka calmly walked up to the veranda and took a spot there. Nothing bothers her at all. Very classy.
So to test her metal a waitor drops close to 100 glasses on the floor right next to her. Shit was that loud. The trays slipped and he lost at least two of them. This was louder than earth quakes I've been through. She didn't even flinch. She said she knew it was gonna happen but still. Can you say Composure?? Look it up.
The ceremony was moved to the porch. This meant we needed the playbook. I also found out about my Kittle responsibilities. I had to help solomon on with a lab coat. Ok it wasn't a lap coat, but a religious robe that was very important.
There were details to the wedding. I thought the photographer's behavior was inexcusable. He dragged up a chair in the center of the veranda. It was like he was in it. crazy bastard. And he flashed. I couldn't believe it. anyways.
Dinner was fantastic. I had to do a card trick which I ran into trouble on, but I fixed it. I apologise to all magician's out there for fucking up. Just the heat of the moment.
After that there was more food and good music. One of Solomon's friends sang a really cool song about the lord of the rings. I really liked it. Does that make me a filk fan then?
Dave and Gina got to take the short bus with me (no no just for the wedding party) so I could drive them to their hotel from mine. When we got there mine was like an oven. I couldn't get the heat to shut off or open a window. sucked.
Drove them home and I navigated Boston in the middle of the night like a pro. I went right back. Couldn't get hit by a train as they had stopped running. I called the front desk and "security answered". They couldn't help me with my temp problem only to tell me to open the window which was jammed. I was so tired it didn't matter and it seemed fixed the next night all by itself. Sleep...
So Brenner calls me on the cell. At a reasonable time, but the jet lag and stuff I was in bed not quite asleep. I couldn't figure out where the damn phone was. I must have looked pretty funny jumping around the room trying to find the ringing. It was over on the floor by the charger. He's ready to go and we're gonna meet potter. I get ready Had a quick bite (spoke to Solomon's father for a bit) and hopped the T into town. I need to be back and on the chartered bus by 3:00pm It's about 10.
So I meet Brenner and Gina at their stop for the T. I actually try to sneak up on brenner but it doesn't really work. We got back on the T and went to north station to wait for Potter. (I didn't realize he was in our hotel we could have just gone there together.)
We ate at McDonalds. For those of you who know what it is I had a 581. It was truly a 581 or maybe a double. If you don't know what I mean don't ask, You probly don't want to know.
We walked up the freedom trail. saw some dead folks and heard potter talk about them (good stuff).
We did the "old north church". That was way cool.
I got calls for father's day and called my father.
Then I headed back to the T to go get ready.
I was set and on the bus on time. Lots of nice people on the bus. The VCR didn't work, but oh well. We had fun anyways.
The Big Event
Holy shit was it a place. It was over the top oppulant. The name escapes me or i'd link it. The photographer was there. We waited around. The flowers arrived. (they were toally wrong) the photographer was itchy to start, but he wasn't very nice about it. The bride was in traffic as were her parents. When Elka arrived we started photos. The wedding party was hardly used in the photos. I was sorry we didn't get one of Solomon and the Groom's attendents. But maybe the couple asked to have a speicific set I don't know. He left us standing in the driveway. This is where I found out "Tucker" has a kazoo. He was my kittle partner in the wedding. Fun guy, glad he was there.
We went outside where everyone was meeting the bride down by the fountain. Solomon was up on the veranda (can't call that a porch). noone was talking to Solomon because they were crowded up to Elka. She looked great. So we were up there and we put on the hats (I can't spell the right word). I didn't lose any hair on it, it was great.
So we're talking and greeting guests when a dark cloud happens by.
Tut tut it looks rain said christopher robin.
Holy shit when it rains in Rhode Island it fucking rains. Also what fucking moron named it Rhode ISLAND? We didn't even cross a bridge to get to it. I checked map. Not a fucking Island. But anyway. It started to rain. Elka calmly walked up to the veranda and took a spot there. Nothing bothers her at all. Very classy.
So to test her metal a waitor drops close to 100 glasses on the floor right next to her. Shit was that loud. The trays slipped and he lost at least two of them. This was louder than earth quakes I've been through. She didn't even flinch. She said she knew it was gonna happen but still. Can you say Composure?? Look it up.
The ceremony was moved to the porch. This meant we needed the playbook. I also found out about my Kittle responsibilities. I had to help solomon on with a lab coat. Ok it wasn't a lap coat, but a religious robe that was very important.
There were details to the wedding. I thought the photographer's behavior was inexcusable. He dragged up a chair in the center of the veranda. It was like he was in it. crazy bastard. And he flashed. I couldn't believe it. anyways.
Dinner was fantastic. I had to do a card trick which I ran into trouble on, but I fixed it. I apologise to all magician's out there for fucking up. Just the heat of the moment.
After that there was more food and good music. One of Solomon's friends sang a really cool song about the lord of the rings. I really liked it. Does that make me a filk fan then?
Dave and Gina got to take the short bus with me (no no just for the wedding party) so I could drive them to their hotel from mine. When we got there mine was like an oven. I couldn't get the heat to shut off or open a window. sucked.
Drove them home and I navigated Boston in the middle of the night like a pro. I went right back. Couldn't get hit by a train as they had stopped running. I called the front desk and "security answered". They couldn't help me with my temp problem only to tell me to open the window which was jammed. I was so tired it didn't matter and it seemed fixed the next night all by itself. Sleep...
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I'm going to do this in a chronoligical way. I sorta wish I could have had the pc, but the carry on factor was great.
Red Eye, hurt spine.
The red eye to Atlanta was great. Monsters Inc. (I paid the $$). No meal (good thing) real pretzals. The lady next to me was fine. She slept and watched the movie. Had a pillow and blanket covered my head and kept my glasses on for fear of losing them while I slept. Full flight but it was 2 3 2 seating. When I woke up the tail bone region was killing me. I need a travel pillow to hold my damn head up.
In atlanta the dude told me the wrong gate, but it worked out nice as I was able to hop a much earlier flight. Hung out there long enough to eat a croisandwitch and remind myself that Burger King may be the Prince of the Turn Pike, but the food is not too good. Anyway quick flight to Boston managed sleep and hurt my spine some more.
Get off the plane and learn very quickly that the busses in Boston will hit you if you try it, so don't.
I rent the car and paid for the gas up front because I knew I was going to be coming back from NH and didn't want to have to fill it on a schedule.
I follow the directions out of the rental car place to the tunnel. It says Tunnel 1 lane use alternate route. What alternate route? excuse me? The rental car folks don't know this? So I decide to stick it out anyway. I burned a lot of time just sitting still in traffic. The rest of the directions were hard to follow. But I managed find com ave. (Local speak for Commonwealth Avenue) It's right on the T so that was great. I learned later to just follow the tracks and it leads you back to the hotel.
Got to the hotel. It wasn't a hotel. It was a motel. I'm not really happy about having doors to the outside, but its cheap and clean. They get me in early which was cool, but the bed wasn't made which they fixed fast.
I went with Neil to get our tuxes. He read the directions while I tried to drive in boston city streets. Fun was had by all.
Tux guy was great and fitted us up nicely. Shoes felt great.
The T
Got back Brenner was waiting for me. He had been to services with Solomon. I went in and we took apart the great gift bastket they had for us. Some stuff went in the fridge. I was tired and rubbed my face (this is significant).
We went and got on the T to head to Gina & Dave's hotel. It was simple. One line no changes Park Street station. On the train I realized I don't have my glasses. Shit. It's too late to go back (no pass yet, it would cost 4 bucks) so we go on. My vision isn't that bad. I was really tired and thought maybe I left them on the damn plane. I have my presciption so that doesn't matter too much, but still I can't recall where they are. Dave says they are in the room I mostly believe him but still worry.
We meet up with Gina and head out. She was kinda tired as were we all. As we leave Gina makes us wait in the hall while she pee's. We leave.
Is that Gazzo?
So we go to Fanuel Hall (sp?) and who is there doing a TV interview than no other than the great Gazzo. We watch the interview and then the show. It's great. He mostly does lines at people, but he still comes off very well. He works the crowd like a master. Amazing. He gets the money. I see him do his cups. six oranges and oh HONEY DEW... After he is very cool. I've heard that he's not very approachable, but I drop Tom the Bomb's name and I'm in. I'm so in he invites us to a party. I am just blown away. (We don't make the party because we have previous plans, but the invite was worth gold) Side note the next guy was a prick. He started his show by telling lots of people where to stand for it. I took a photo with Gazzo and he is in the back flipping us off. I won't mention his name as that's beneath me, but you can look at the picture and remember NOT TO TIP if you see this guy.
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So we troop around a bit, look at some kitch. Then we start checking out dead guys who got drunk and overthrew the government. I have my camera and my planner too much to carry. I'm too tired to take a good picture so I take none. We go see the boston tea party ship. Can't get on board because its closed. Seems there was some kinda fire on the dock.
We rode the T around a bit and had dinner at Legal Seafoods. Outstanding shrimp. Great restaraunt. We are looking for a place to get Brenner a belt and/or a tie, but the Mall closes when we come out of Legal. No glasses is buggin' me. So I head for the motel. I left some shit in the hotel. Had to go back there, but we have visitor passes to the T.
We're not sure what stop is mine. So my ride back was aggrevating 2 fold. I couldn't read the sign very well and I didn't really know what stop it was.
Asked the driver she tells me; done deal.
Tired but I can't sleep. I watch TV. It sucks. Real bad. WTF? I remember why I don't have cable. Finally fall asleep.
Stay tuned for day 2...
I'm going to do this in a chronoligical way. I sorta wish I could have had the pc, but the carry on factor was great.
Red Eye, hurt spine.
The red eye to Atlanta was great. Monsters Inc. (I paid the $$). No meal (good thing) real pretzals. The lady next to me was fine. She slept and watched the movie. Had a pillow and blanket covered my head and kept my glasses on for fear of losing them while I slept. Full flight but it was 2 3 2 seating. When I woke up the tail bone region was killing me. I need a travel pillow to hold my damn head up.
In atlanta the dude told me the wrong gate, but it worked out nice as I was able to hop a much earlier flight. Hung out there long enough to eat a croisandwitch and remind myself that Burger King may be the Prince of the Turn Pike, but the food is not too good. Anyway quick flight to Boston managed sleep and hurt my spine some more.
Get off the plane and learn very quickly that the busses in Boston will hit you if you try it, so don't.
I rent the car and paid for the gas up front because I knew I was going to be coming back from NH and didn't want to have to fill it on a schedule.
I follow the directions out of the rental car place to the tunnel. It says Tunnel 1 lane use alternate route. What alternate route? excuse me? The rental car folks don't know this? So I decide to stick it out anyway. I burned a lot of time just sitting still in traffic. The rest of the directions were hard to follow. But I managed find com ave. (Local speak for Commonwealth Avenue) It's right on the T so that was great. I learned later to just follow the tracks and it leads you back to the hotel.
Got to the hotel. It wasn't a hotel. It was a motel. I'm not really happy about having doors to the outside, but its cheap and clean. They get me in early which was cool, but the bed wasn't made which they fixed fast.
I went with Neil to get our tuxes. He read the directions while I tried to drive in boston city streets. Fun was had by all.
Tux guy was great and fitted us up nicely. Shoes felt great.
The T
Got back Brenner was waiting for me. He had been to services with Solomon. I went in and we took apart the great gift bastket they had for us. Some stuff went in the fridge. I was tired and rubbed my face (this is significant).
We went and got on the T to head to Gina & Dave's hotel. It was simple. One line no changes Park Street station. On the train I realized I don't have my glasses. Shit. It's too late to go back (no pass yet, it would cost 4 bucks) so we go on. My vision isn't that bad. I was really tired and thought maybe I left them on the damn plane. I have my presciption so that doesn't matter too much, but still I can't recall where they are. Dave says they are in the room I mostly believe him but still worry.
We meet up with Gina and head out. She was kinda tired as were we all. As we leave Gina makes us wait in the hall while she pee's. We leave.
Is that Gazzo?
So we go to Fanuel Hall (sp?) and who is there doing a TV interview than no other than the great Gazzo. We watch the interview and then the show. It's great. He mostly does lines at people, but he still comes off very well. He works the crowd like a master. Amazing. He gets the money. I see him do his cups. six oranges and oh HONEY DEW... After he is very cool. I've heard that he's not very approachable, but I drop Tom the Bomb's name and I'm in. I'm so in he invites us to a party. I am just blown away. (We don't make the party because we have previous plans, but the invite was worth gold) Side note the next guy was a prick. He started his show by telling lots of people where to stand for it. I took a photo with Gazzo and he is in the back flipping us off. I won't mention his name as that's beneath me, but you can look at the picture and remember NOT TO TIP if you see this guy.
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So we troop around a bit, look at some kitch. Then we start checking out dead guys who got drunk and overthrew the government. I have my camera and my planner too much to carry. I'm too tired to take a good picture so I take none. We go see the boston tea party ship. Can't get on board because its closed. Seems there was some kinda fire on the dock.
We rode the T around a bit and had dinner at Legal Seafoods. Outstanding shrimp. Great restaraunt. We are looking for a place to get Brenner a belt and/or a tie, but the Mall closes when we come out of Legal. No glasses is buggin' me. So I head for the motel. I left some shit in the hotel. Had to go back there, but we have visitor passes to the T.
We're not sure what stop is mine. So my ride back was aggrevating 2 fold. I couldn't read the sign very well and I didn't really know what stop it was.
Asked the driver she tells me; done deal.
Tired but I can't sleep. I watch TV. It sucks. Real bad. WTF? I remember why I don't have cable. Finally fall asleep.
Stay tuned for day 2...
~ Wednesday, June 12, 2002
~ Sunday, June 09, 2002
What is the most important thing to be doing with my business?
That is the question.
Right now it's getting "magic things" off the ground. Having 10 or so images ready to produce is key. I have them. I'm going for final proofs tomorrow. I will then make up a "book" for this exhibit. I may or may not approach galleries with it. I do hope to sell them through magic shops around the country via distributers.
That is the question.
Right now it's getting "magic things" off the ground. Having 10 or so images ready to produce is key. I have them. I'm going for final proofs tomorrow. I will then make up a "book" for this exhibit. I may or may not approach galleries with it. I do hope to sell them through magic shops around the country via distributers.
~ Saturday, June 08, 2002
Saying NO
As of late most of my photography gigs and/or orders have fallen through. This is a little disheartening. But then lets think proactive. By not doing these gigs I can concentrate on my fine art series. I've got the first round of prints in and I'm doing final edits to produce a mini book of the series.
By saying NO to the unimportant it frees us to say Yes to what is most important.
As of late most of my photography gigs and/or orders have fallen through. This is a little disheartening. But then lets think proactive. By not doing these gigs I can concentrate on my fine art series. I've got the first round of prints in and I'm doing final edits to produce a mini book of the series.
By saying NO to the unimportant it frees us to say Yes to what is most important.
~ Wednesday, June 05, 2002
Adapt or die
With my life changing around me its up to me to adapt. There is no other choice. I must continue to be effective.
Case in point: Having trouble planning because of the new pup. Identify the problem. Time has been shook up because of the pup. Whats the heart of the problem. I'm failing to plan. Result: I feel out of control and I feel like my business is going no where fast.
Possible options:
Plan at a diffrent time. (at night etc.)
Be more flexible as the dog has needs right now that must be met if he is to be a 1st rate dog.
use the principals of the planner coupled with slices to anticipate time and use it more efficiently.
Most of all try to have fun at all times.
With my life changing around me its up to me to adapt. There is no other choice. I must continue to be effective.
Case in point: Having trouble planning because of the new pup. Identify the problem. Time has been shook up because of the pup. Whats the heart of the problem. I'm failing to plan. Result: I feel out of control and I feel like my business is going no where fast.
Possible options:
Plan at a diffrent time. (at night etc.)
Be more flexible as the dog has needs right now that must be met if he is to be a 1st rate dog.
use the principals of the planner coupled with slices to anticipate time and use it more efficiently.
Most of all try to have fun at all times.
~ Tuesday, June 04, 2002
Deep in Quadrant I with Timber...
Timber is our new austrain shepard pup. He is 9 weeks old today.
He is simply amazing. He's smart, almost too smart. You have to watch him or he'll train you to do what he wants when he wants. I've only had him a week, but he can sit, drop, do business (Thats like outside in the gravel you know... I don't really need to tell you do I? He's not trading bonds out there, but it is junk). He is 80% house broken. He's on 0 accidents today. Today he's gone on command two or three times, including the junk bonds. Thats a good phrase. oooohhh good junk bond... good boy... I'll keep that in mind.
At 9 weeks he's doing fantastic. I've spent the entire week with him minus 6 hours total, I would say. He's being crate trained so when we're away and at night he's in his crate.
This is pure Quadrant I. (Important and URGENT) It's urgent that I train this dog now because if I don't he will train himself. Not good. It's important for the same reason. I need to direct his behaviour every second of the day. I'm getting him on a better sleep schedule. That is to say I actually get some sleep. He's slept til 5 2 days running.
The business stuff is taking a back seat. I did manage to send out a win-win proposal and I have a meeting on thursday to deliver another proposal but nothing really firm on the books.
Tom and I worked together on some management stuff for him. That was fun. It's nice to talk to someone who doesn't try to chew on your shoelace.
There is nothing as valuable as a really well trained dog. -- Me.
Timber is our new austrain shepard pup. He is 9 weeks old today.
He is simply amazing. He's smart, almost too smart. You have to watch him or he'll train you to do what he wants when he wants. I've only had him a week, but he can sit, drop, do business (Thats like outside in the gravel you know... I don't really need to tell you do I? He's not trading bonds out there, but it is junk). He is 80% house broken. He's on 0 accidents today. Today he's gone on command two or three times, including the junk bonds. Thats a good phrase. oooohhh good junk bond... good boy... I'll keep that in mind.
At 9 weeks he's doing fantastic. I've spent the entire week with him minus 6 hours total, I would say. He's being crate trained so when we're away and at night he's in his crate.
This is pure Quadrant I. (Important and URGENT) It's urgent that I train this dog now because if I don't he will train himself. Not good. It's important for the same reason. I need to direct his behaviour every second of the day. I'm getting him on a better sleep schedule. That is to say I actually get some sleep. He's slept til 5 2 days running.
The business stuff is taking a back seat. I did manage to send out a win-win proposal and I have a meeting on thursday to deliver another proposal but nothing really firm on the books.
Tom and I worked together on some management stuff for him. That was fun. It's nice to talk to someone who doesn't try to chew on your shoelace.
There is nothing as valuable as a really well trained dog. -- Me.
