I signed up with T Mobile and ordered a phone online. I'm transfering my number to the new phone. I should get the new one tomorrow but the number may have already transfered. If you call me tonight you might not be able to reach me. Some stow away in the delivery plane might hear the phone ringing but I hope not. I don't think the cargo compartment is heated or pressurized. If anyone were in there, they'd be quite uncomfortable.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Great. I just found out that for the last two years I've been carrying around the country's most radioactive phone. :)
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Sunday, March 27, 2005
home again home again diggity dee
Well I just arrived home after spending a short weekend with the family and friends. It actually seemed to short for once though I still didn't want to spend much more time there. I spend a lot of these visits in awkward silence with my siblings. It's not that we don't get along it's just that I feel I have little in common with them since they are all so much older than me. Of course, it doesn't help that we are all naturally quiet people (except the pre-teen children of course).
It was Easter Sunday so I went to church. Of course, I go to church almost every Sunday when I'm here at home in Virginia. When I'm in PA however I usually skip because I don't really have a home church there anymore. Today I went to the church I attended while I was living there 6 six years ago. It's hard not to draw comparisons to my church here. While both are Evangelical Free churches with "contemporary worship" they're just different. I definitely prefer the music at the church down here. The instruments are basically the same (including drums, bass guitar, guitars, keyboard and a few people singing) the music up there always seemed more bangy and cludgy and more repetitive. Some of that might be poor acoustics. (Churches should really pay more attention to details like that.) The worship leader reminds me of someone making fun of worship leaders. Kind of like Will Farrel's portrayal on SNL (not that I watch the show). Maybe they're trying to be too contemporary. The church I go to here does not have special music very often. That's something I like because I often see it as showy and also because I've sat through some awful special music (Bless their hearts). Anyway this was Easter so I think they did do more musically than usual. None of the music was really bad. A little while ago I was telling RR about an arrangement of "O Sacred Head Now Wounded" that I heard while I still attended there regularly. They did a choral version of that Rolling Stone's Paint It Black arrangement (as I like to call it of that hymn. For some reason when a worship song disturbs me when it reminds me too much of pop music. Naturally I was slightly disturbed again when another song reminded me of the Blues Brothers. Hmmm... Maybe I'll start referring to it as the SNL church.
Despite all those things I'm glad I went. It did provide a time of spiritual focus. It did turn my eyes to Christ. Well, it also turned my eyes on myself and my position in relation to Him but I think I was able to pull myself back to focusing on Him. One of the Hymns that we did sing had the line "Man of Sorrows! What a name For the Son of God" except I think they changed it to "What a name for My King" but the meaning is still the same in the context that caught my eye. It's one of those things I've heard all my life but maybe never really caught.
Dinner with part of the family was good. The food was pleasing. I don't mind eating peas anymore. The beets... Well... I could eat them again. I was surprised that chicken done in the crock pot actually was tasty.
The trip back was pretty good. The traffic was heavier than normal but it kept moving. Eventually darkness and rain overtook the day and pretty soon it was just a parade of headlights, taillights and their reflections on the road. Again I listened to commentaries tracks on DVD's for the trip. I listened to the commentaries on Spiderman 2 and about half of the Director's commentary on Xmen 2.
I spent a fair amount of time regretting not stopping at the last rest stop on I-81 before getting onto I-64. I could've pulled off at some later exits but the pressure hadn't built up enough yet to warrant me running into a McDonalds. No there isn't some good logic in my thinking that you're not perceiving. Anyway after you get past some point there isn't a lot of places to stop and those place were closed or didn't seem to have a rest room. I even stopped at a mini mart/gas station/general store kind of place out in the country. I was well off the interstate by this time. Yes, I was still on the right road. This place seemed to be hobbled together from a couple of buildings with the inside obviously not laid out as originally intended unless the original intent was simply poorly conceived. I didn't see a restroom there so I exited and went back to my car thinking that I should've asked someone if they had one. Even with a painfully pressurized bladder I didn't want to talk to strangers busy with customers... or that guy putting boxes in the dumpster. I sometimes wonder if I'd cry out for help if I was in real physical danger. I hope I won't have to find out. Anyway, I get back in my car and drive down the road. I get to a point where I normally turn left onto a different road but I decide to stay on the one I'm on because I know there's a town up ahead and this road will also take me where I need to go. Well, it looked like all the little shops along the road were closed down for the night. It only occurred to me this minute that I could've asked to use the bathroom at the firehouse. Even if I did think of that when I could've acted on it I probably wouldn't have. There was a guy outside the place in front of his pickup truck doing something that gave me the impression he might be drunk. So I drove on into the night. Eventually I got to the place that sold ski equipment and whatnot. There's a little ski slope place nearby that'd shock most avid skiers with it's lack of height or variety... but I've never been there myself so I can't say for certain. There's a big open sign on the outside and a mini-van in the driveway. I pull in there and go inside right after a girl who got out of the mini-van. She's greeted by a worker at the store and says she's just with the people using the bathroom. The store worker says something about the bathrooms being for customers only. She also adds that they're having a sale. Everything in the store is buy one get one free or take 30% off. Okay... so I get to use the bathroom but now I have to be a customer. I decided to look around and see what they have. They didn't have any coats I liked and some were more expensive than I like. I did buy a pair of glove liners and some balaclava thing that I can use for my motorcycling. I also bought a couple of hand warmers. They were only 1.75 (buy one get one free) and supposedly last up to 7 hours. I can picture them coming in handy some time. Yeah, I spent $20 to use the bathroom but I got things that I wanted to buy anyway... 4 months ago. Oh well.
All in all it's been a good day, I guess. Now I have a phone call to make ;)
Well I just arrived home after spending a short weekend with the family and friends. It actually seemed to short for once though I still didn't want to spend much more time there. I spend a lot of these visits in awkward silence with my siblings. It's not that we don't get along it's just that I feel I have little in common with them since they are all so much older than me. Of course, it doesn't help that we are all naturally quiet people (except the pre-teen children of course).
It was Easter Sunday so I went to church. Of course, I go to church almost every Sunday when I'm here at home in Virginia. When I'm in PA however I usually skip because I don't really have a home church there anymore. Today I went to the church I attended while I was living there 6 six years ago. It's hard not to draw comparisons to my church here. While both are Evangelical Free churches with "contemporary worship" they're just different. I definitely prefer the music at the church down here. The instruments are basically the same (including drums, bass guitar, guitars, keyboard and a few people singing) the music up there always seemed more bangy and cludgy and more repetitive. Some of that might be poor acoustics. (Churches should really pay more attention to details like that.) The worship leader reminds me of someone making fun of worship leaders. Kind of like Will Farrel's portrayal on SNL (not that I watch the show). Maybe they're trying to be too contemporary. The church I go to here does not have special music very often. That's something I like because I often see it as showy and also because I've sat through some awful special music (Bless their hearts). Anyway this was Easter so I think they did do more musically than usual. None of the music was really bad. A little while ago I was telling RR about an arrangement of "O Sacred Head Now Wounded" that I heard while I still attended there regularly. They did a choral version of that Rolling Stone's Paint It Black arrangement (as I like to call it of that hymn. For some reason when a worship song disturbs me when it reminds me too much of pop music. Naturally I was slightly disturbed again when another song reminded me of the Blues Brothers. Hmmm... Maybe I'll start referring to it as the SNL church.
Despite all those things I'm glad I went. It did provide a time of spiritual focus. It did turn my eyes to Christ. Well, it also turned my eyes on myself and my position in relation to Him but I think I was able to pull myself back to focusing on Him. One of the Hymns that we did sing had the line "Man of Sorrows! What a name For the Son of God" except I think they changed it to "What a name for My King" but the meaning is still the same in the context that caught my eye. It's one of those things I've heard all my life but maybe never really caught.
Dinner with part of the family was good. The food was pleasing. I don't mind eating peas anymore. The beets... Well... I could eat them again. I was surprised that chicken done in the crock pot actually was tasty.
The trip back was pretty good. The traffic was heavier than normal but it kept moving. Eventually darkness and rain overtook the day and pretty soon it was just a parade of headlights, taillights and their reflections on the road. Again I listened to commentaries tracks on DVD's for the trip. I listened to the commentaries on Spiderman 2 and about half of the Director's commentary on Xmen 2.
I spent a fair amount of time regretting not stopping at the last rest stop on I-81 before getting onto I-64. I could've pulled off at some later exits but the pressure hadn't built up enough yet to warrant me running into a McDonalds. No there isn't some good logic in my thinking that you're not perceiving. Anyway after you get past some point there isn't a lot of places to stop and those place were closed or didn't seem to have a rest room. I even stopped at a mini mart/gas station/general store kind of place out in the country. I was well off the interstate by this time. Yes, I was still on the right road. This place seemed to be hobbled together from a couple of buildings with the inside obviously not laid out as originally intended unless the original intent was simply poorly conceived. I didn't see a restroom there so I exited and went back to my car thinking that I should've asked someone if they had one. Even with a painfully pressurized bladder I didn't want to talk to strangers busy with customers... or that guy putting boxes in the dumpster. I sometimes wonder if I'd cry out for help if I was in real physical danger. I hope I won't have to find out. Anyway, I get back in my car and drive down the road. I get to a point where I normally turn left onto a different road but I decide to stay on the one I'm on because I know there's a town up ahead and this road will also take me where I need to go. Well, it looked like all the little shops along the road were closed down for the night. It only occurred to me this minute that I could've asked to use the bathroom at the firehouse. Even if I did think of that when I could've acted on it I probably wouldn't have. There was a guy outside the place in front of his pickup truck doing something that gave me the impression he might be drunk. So I drove on into the night. Eventually I got to the place that sold ski equipment and whatnot. There's a little ski slope place nearby that'd shock most avid skiers with it's lack of height or variety... but I've never been there myself so I can't say for certain. There's a big open sign on the outside and a mini-van in the driveway. I pull in there and go inside right after a girl who got out of the mini-van. She's greeted by a worker at the store and says she's just with the people using the bathroom. The store worker says something about the bathrooms being for customers only. She also adds that they're having a sale. Everything in the store is buy one get one free or take 30% off. Okay... so I get to use the bathroom but now I have to be a customer. I decided to look around and see what they have. They didn't have any coats I liked and some were more expensive than I like. I did buy a pair of glove liners and some balaclava thing that I can use for my motorcycling. I also bought a couple of hand warmers. They were only 1.75 (buy one get one free) and supposedly last up to 7 hours. I can picture them coming in handy some time. Yeah, I spent $20 to use the bathroom but I got things that I wanted to buy anyway... 4 months ago. Oh well.
All in all it's been a good day, I guess. Now I have a phone call to make ;)
Friday, March 25, 2005
Thursday, March 24, 2005
I was just reading some of RR's blog :p from way back when we first started talking.
The things that struck me were
1) Wow, that was fast. To go from not quite total strangers to talking a few hours a day was a phenomenal feat. I guess it's not uncommon but it sure feels good.
2) Could I have possibly done anything better to capture your interest? I don't think so... not even if I knew what I was doing.
3) I should maybe be more careful in my flirting :) In the interest of liking you, not just aspects of you. But still, you are so in.
And the downer post-lunch thought of the day...
What if something happened to one of us rendering us incommunicado? How would we find out?
I hope you are having a good, well composed day :)
The things that struck me were
1) Wow, that was fast. To go from not quite total strangers to talking a few hours a day was a phenomenal feat. I guess it's not uncommon but it sure feels good.
2) Could I have possibly done anything better to capture your interest? I don't think so... not even if I knew what I was doing.
3) I should maybe be more careful in my flirting :) In the interest of liking you, not just aspects of you. But still, you are so in.
And the downer post-lunch thought of the day...
What if something happened to one of us rendering us incommunicado? How would we find out?
I hope you are having a good, well composed day :)
... that's not to say I don't have reservations... and not the good kind either. Well I do have the good kind too and hopefully they'll reduce or clarify the bad kind. :) You're sick of hearing it this disclaimer, I'm sure. :) Aw man, it'd be awesome to be able to just say always and forever and then just occasionally demonstrate it :)
Anyway, this week is just not making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I was hoping it'd be a productive week but so far has been anything but. I am actually doing something now (encoding video for a DVD) but I'm waiting on some pictures before I can do the menu. I was supposed to be in a meeting this morning but we were running late and there was a train across the tracks that cross the back entrance to the school. I called my boss to tell him and he said not to worry about the meeting. We could've made the meeting on time. We possibly could've made it with time to spare but he waved us off. Oh well. I don't think we really needed to be there anyway.
Professionally this week has been such a downer. But after today it's over. Tomorrow I'll be driving up to PA for time with friends and family and driving around by myself in my car.
This week isn't a total bust, of course. I've been able to talk to RR a lot and well, I still like it. In the spirit of worrying too much, I wonder how long we can keep going at this pace. Oh well. Something would seem very wrong if all of a sudden we couldn't communicate. And well, it is natural at this stage to spend a lot of time together, sometimes excluding everything/everyone else. Though we aren't really spending time together anyway. =)
Anyway, this week is just not making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I was hoping it'd be a productive week but so far has been anything but. I am actually doing something now (encoding video for a DVD) but I'm waiting on some pictures before I can do the menu. I was supposed to be in a meeting this morning but we were running late and there was a train across the tracks that cross the back entrance to the school. I called my boss to tell him and he said not to worry about the meeting. We could've made the meeting on time. We possibly could've made it with time to spare but he waved us off. Oh well. I don't think we really needed to be there anyway.
Professionally this week has been such a downer. But after today it's over. Tomorrow I'll be driving up to PA for time with friends and family and driving around by myself in my car.
This week isn't a total bust, of course. I've been able to talk to RR a lot and well, I still like it. In the spirit of worrying too much, I wonder how long we can keep going at this pace. Oh well. Something would seem very wrong if all of a sudden we couldn't communicate. And well, it is natural at this stage to spend a lot of time together, sometimes excluding everything/everyone else. Though we aren't really spending time together anyway. =)
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Monday, March 21, 2005
I am a little sick.
so far it's just my throat that is bothering me. I can still breathe through my nose. I am tired and maybe that is a symptom as well. At any rate it just seems nice to lay around all day. I did go out to buy food. There are some things for me to do here, but I don't think I'll bother with doing them.
so far it's just my throat that is bothering me. I can still breathe through my nose. I am tired and maybe that is a symptom as well. At any rate it just seems nice to lay around all day. I did go out to buy food. There are some things for me to do here, but I don't think I'll bother with doing them.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Aww, I was still typing when you disconnected.
...The missing implication was that I'm thinking about this because I think an end to our journey together is looming on the horizon. I don't remember the whole context, but that's the answer to your question. That's what I thought you saw me implying when that isn't really the case. Of course I can imagine different potential outcomes. In this moment, things are looking up. I'm not totally blind yet. I want to assume that we're on the same level but it'd probably be wise not to.
Tonight was fun. I'm thinking we may be a bit ahead of schedule. The initial rush is over and even though we're more settled in things seem to be moving fast. I'm not complaining about that. It doesn't really scare me. Maybe it's not a problem. Maybe it is. I don't know how I'll feel in a couple of months and we haven't gotten to a point where something more solid than feelings binds us. We stated a goal of sorts. Are we sticking to it? I don't know. What I do know is that I'm very fond of you. I can't commit to more than that. I was just wondering if you think we're being careful enough. I kind of don't like analyzing it like this... but why do I keep doing it? argh. Well, good night.
...The missing implication was that I'm thinking about this because I think an end to our journey together is looming on the horizon. I don't remember the whole context, but that's the answer to your question. That's what I thought you saw me implying when that isn't really the case. Of course I can imagine different potential outcomes. In this moment, things are looking up. I'm not totally blind yet. I want to assume that we're on the same level but it'd probably be wise not to.
Tonight was fun. I'm thinking we may be a bit ahead of schedule. The initial rush is over and even though we're more settled in things seem to be moving fast. I'm not complaining about that. It doesn't really scare me. Maybe it's not a problem. Maybe it is. I don't know how I'll feel in a couple of months and we haven't gotten to a point where something more solid than feelings binds us. We stated a goal of sorts. Are we sticking to it? I don't know. What I do know is that I'm very fond of you. I can't commit to more than that. I was just wondering if you think we're being careful enough. I kind of don't like analyzing it like this... but why do I keep doing it? argh. Well, good night.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Oh the things I was going to say yesterday. I'm not sure I remember them. Blogger wasn't working for me then. At any rate the things I was going to say have been said directly so there's no need to post them here.
I'm enjoying our time on the river bank. Splashing and skipping stones. Every once in a while a cloud will drift over head and a chilly breeze will blow through and I'm a bit disheartened by it. But you know, clouds can be beautiful things and cold breezes just cause people to huddle together for warmth. I don't want this visit to end but if it must, it must. The best paths for us are not set by ourselves and a lot of times we just can't see very far down the road. I know what I think would be a good path and most foreseeable roadblocks have been cleared. So I turn my gaze back down to the river watch the sparkling reflections of sunshine and smile. Then gag on the sentimentality rising in my throat.
I feel good about things. I hope you still do too.
I'm enjoying our time on the river bank. Splashing and skipping stones. Every once in a while a cloud will drift over head and a chilly breeze will blow through and I'm a bit disheartened by it. But you know, clouds can be beautiful things and cold breezes just cause people to huddle together for warmth. I don't want this visit to end but if it must, it must. The best paths for us are not set by ourselves and a lot of times we just can't see very far down the road. I know what I think would be a good path and most foreseeable roadblocks have been cleared. So I turn my gaze back down to the river watch the sparkling reflections of sunshine and smile. Then gag on the sentimentality rising in my throat.
I feel good about things. I hope you still do too.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Something I said last Thursday when we were talking about forgiving yourself...
When you're focusing on your guilt you aren't focusing on Christ.
then I stared thinking about how much Christian contemporary music isn't focused on Christ. I don't think that we need to count the times Jesus is mentioned in songs or anything but I wonder if we're missing something. Oh well, I guess there is a time and a place...
When you're focusing on your guilt you aren't focusing on Christ.
then I stared thinking about how much Christian contemporary music isn't focused on Christ. I don't think that we need to count the times Jesus is mentioned in songs or anything but I wonder if we're missing something. Oh well, I guess there is a time and a place...
"email me if you want though...I'd like to hear about what you'll be doing "
That just seems strange to me. It's not a bad thing, just part of the undiscovered country. It's not that I have anything wonderfully exciting planned. What's coming up is slightly out of the routine but still, nothing out of the ordinary. It's the desire to hear the ordinary that has me pondering. I don't come from a home where there was a lot of communication in general. I guess we figured that the ordinary things didn't need to be said. Or maybe I just wasn't involved in those conversations because I was the child and really wouldn't have been interested in grown up conversations anyway. It's the "how was your day" conversations that I'm getting used to. I don't think I've ever had to account for a day's activities and my personal feelings towards them ever before. At the very least I haven't had to in the past several years. I tend to devalue the mundane and think of it as uninteresting because, well I go through it every day. Relaying the day's activities has to be an important part of sharing one's life with someone. It's an important part of getting to know each other. I just hope I don't tire of it and get annoyed with having to talk about and listen about minutiae. So far I guess I haven't :)
Monday (it's nearly 1am so it's Tuesday now) was a weird/quiet day at work. We had an interview in the studio this morning to update the university's recruiting video. I wasn't involved in that. The boss in the dept next door to us is leaving. He's been there for as long as I remember. I do have stuff I could be working on there but I just have no energy/desire to do it. Sometimes when working you just get in the zone and you can get a lot done in a short amount of time or at least have total focus on what you're doing. I'm very far out of the zone right now. The LU lacrosse team was in fairly bad car accident. Apparently both vans were involved as well as a big truck. No one is in critical condition but people have broken bones and stuff. That'd pretty well cripple a team's season. Oh, I fixed my keychain flashlight kind of.... meh, that's about all the minutiae I'll muster at the moment.
That just seems strange to me. It's not a bad thing, just part of the undiscovered country. It's not that I have anything wonderfully exciting planned. What's coming up is slightly out of the routine but still, nothing out of the ordinary. It's the desire to hear the ordinary that has me pondering. I don't come from a home where there was a lot of communication in general. I guess we figured that the ordinary things didn't need to be said. Or maybe I just wasn't involved in those conversations because I was the child and really wouldn't have been interested in grown up conversations anyway. It's the "how was your day" conversations that I'm getting used to. I don't think I've ever had to account for a day's activities and my personal feelings towards them ever before. At the very least I haven't had to in the past several years. I tend to devalue the mundane and think of it as uninteresting because, well I go through it every day. Relaying the day's activities has to be an important part of sharing one's life with someone. It's an important part of getting to know each other. I just hope I don't tire of it and get annoyed with having to talk about and listen about minutiae. So far I guess I haven't :)
Monday (it's nearly 1am so it's Tuesday now) was a weird/quiet day at work. We had an interview in the studio this morning to update the university's recruiting video. I wasn't involved in that. The boss in the dept next door to us is leaving. He's been there for as long as I remember. I do have stuff I could be working on there but I just have no energy/desire to do it. Sometimes when working you just get in the zone and you can get a lot done in a short amount of time or at least have total focus on what you're doing. I'm very far out of the zone right now. The LU lacrosse team was in fairly bad car accident. Apparently both vans were involved as well as a big truck. No one is in critical condition but people have broken bones and stuff. That'd pretty well cripple a team's season. Oh, I fixed my keychain flashlight kind of.... meh, that's about all the minutiae I'll muster at the moment.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Saturday, March 12, 2005
In case you were wondering...
Today (Friday) I went to work a bit later than usual. I put that video clip I had to convert Thursday onto a DVD and delivered it to where it needed to go.
We then went to lunch. We had to wait for a couple of people before we started and they were late. After lunch Tim, Ena and I donated blood at the blood donating place. On the way back from that we stopped by the Post Office so Ena could mail something and I bought a book of stamps. Then I stopped by the bank and got some cash so I could pay my renter's insurance for the year. I didn't want to use my temp checks from my new checking account and it was due the 13th. We returned to work around 3pm and I walked over to the arena for my 4 o'clock crew call (at least I hope that was the crew call time. The email I have may have been wrong). I was there until 10:30 working two basketball games. I did get out to go to the bathroom between games. Before the first one I went back to the department I work in to borrow a mouse because the one they had in the truck didn't work right. (maybe I'll tell you about that if you ask me and I still remember the situation). I came home, watched TV and started copying numbers out of my phone into my computer. Well, I could tell you more but it's already past time for me to be sleeping.
good night.
Today (Friday) I went to work a bit later than usual. I put that video clip I had to convert Thursday onto a DVD and delivered it to where it needed to go.
We then went to lunch. We had to wait for a couple of people before we started and they were late. After lunch Tim, Ena and I donated blood at the blood donating place. On the way back from that we stopped by the Post Office so Ena could mail something and I bought a book of stamps. Then I stopped by the bank and got some cash so I could pay my renter's insurance for the year. I didn't want to use my temp checks from my new checking account and it was due the 13th. We returned to work around 3pm and I walked over to the arena for my 4 o'clock crew call (at least I hope that was the crew call time. The email I have may have been wrong). I was there until 10:30 working two basketball games. I did get out to go to the bathroom between games. Before the first one I went back to the department I work in to borrow a mouse because the one they had in the truck didn't work right. (maybe I'll tell you about that if you ask me and I still remember the situation). I came home, watched TV and started copying numbers out of my phone into my computer. Well, I could tell you more but it's already past time for me to be sleeping.
good night.
Friday, March 11, 2005
My phone didn't charge last night. Usually I connect the phone to the charger every night. Once in a while I get an "unable to charge" message. Sometimes disconnecting and reconnecting takes care of it. Some times flipping the way the charger is plugged in fixes it. Well, I unplugged it and then plugged it back in before taking my shower but when I came back it still said "unable to charge." So my phone is dead today. I can charge it in the car but the commute isn't long enough to give a full charge.
I had a dream last night. I was looking at a picture of me as a child. I looked a bit goofy in it. Then the photo shifted into a photo or maybe a drawing that was the same in essence, but different in appearance. In this picture I was facing the side, my head was all but shaved and I had written something in block letters (presumably because it's hard to write neatly on the side of your own head). I don't remember what I had written. Then the picture was in the black book (sketchpad/journal) with some other writing underneath it. The really interesting thing was that there was a comment written underneath that by someone else. It was signed Rxxxxxx Rxx (but the actual name without the x's). What this meant was that RR and I had actually met at some point in the past and I had shown her the black book. Then I was thinking about how we could've met. The best thing I came up with was an A.C.E. International Convention. This is an event where A.C.E. Christian schools gather together and compete for medals in things like music, art, drama, sports and some other stuff. Also, it's just a good time to hang out and meet people from all over the world. Of course, RR didn't go to one of those schools except for one year and most likely never went to any of the competitions since she's rarely been away from the Pacific Northwest. Also, I didn't start the black book until 2000 or maybe 1999 and the last competition I went to was in 1992. So there is no way we could've met. But that's the nature of dreams, transient and confused. Still it allows one a real sense of wonder and "what if." What if we had met before but didn't catch the significance then. Well, it would've been more than a meeting, but a bit of sharing. Actually now that I think of it I did have the black book or the green book at the Cornerstone festival and let some strangers look at it there. I guess I could've explored that possibility in the dream. Still, that wouldn't have happened because RR has never been there and also the picture I saw in the book isn't in there anyway. Just a dream. A dream about having met a girl I've never met.
I had a dream last night. I was looking at a picture of me as a child. I looked a bit goofy in it. Then the photo shifted into a photo or maybe a drawing that was the same in essence, but different in appearance. In this picture I was facing the side, my head was all but shaved and I had written something in block letters (presumably because it's hard to write neatly on the side of your own head). I don't remember what I had written. Then the picture was in the black book (sketchpad/journal) with some other writing underneath it. The really interesting thing was that there was a comment written underneath that by someone else. It was signed Rxxxxxx Rxx (but the actual name without the x's). What this meant was that RR and I had actually met at some point in the past and I had shown her the black book. Then I was thinking about how we could've met. The best thing I came up with was an A.C.E. International Convention. This is an event where A.C.E. Christian schools gather together and compete for medals in things like music, art, drama, sports and some other stuff. Also, it's just a good time to hang out and meet people from all over the world. Of course, RR didn't go to one of those schools except for one year and most likely never went to any of the competitions since she's rarely been away from the Pacific Northwest. Also, I didn't start the black book until 2000 or maybe 1999 and the last competition I went to was in 1992. So there is no way we could've met. But that's the nature of dreams, transient and confused. Still it allows one a real sense of wonder and "what if." What if we had met before but didn't catch the significance then. Well, it would've been more than a meeting, but a bit of sharing. Actually now that I think of it I did have the black book or the green book at the Cornerstone festival and let some strangers look at it there. I guess I could've explored that possibility in the dream. Still, that wouldn't have happened because RR has never been there and also the picture I saw in the book isn't in there anyway. Just a dream. A dream about having met a girl I've never met.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
I decided to skip convo and go into work late. I normally wouldn't do that except that it's already 9:30a and I'm expecting my new computer to show up on my doorstep by 10:30a. I get about 7 hours of sleep I just get up later than I should.
I had a really cool dream last night with relatively well developed characters. Okay they weren't too deep but hey, it's a dream not a play.
I don't remember the whole thing, of course, and trying to squeeze it into words as it rapidly fades from memory doesn't help things. It was more like a few dreams which may or may not have bled into each other. The main two things I remember aren't related at all. At some point it was a fantasy thing with a prince and a princess apparently living in exile in a tropical place. I guess they were married because she was watching him playing with his sons and thinking how much they took after him. She also felt a bit distant from him, like he wasn't quite the person she had once perceived him to be. While he was playing war/sword fighting with their 3 or 4 boys she was harvesting bananas (which for some reason in my dream came in what looked like coconuts and for some reason he was wearing armor made out of bananas draped over him like feathers on birds... and they were black at one point but I think they were yellow at a different point). Then there was a scene with a dragon in a cave which was apparently part of the same cavern they lived in. The prince somehow loosed the tongue of the dragon so the dragon could speak. It was kind of a snotty maybe sinister character with a British accent and he was rather large and slender. He could tell that the princess was not a descendent of royalty. Apparently she was adopted into the family somehow so she was a princess, but not genetically. The dragon made some snide remarks about that and then something about her being a woman and inferring that she was inferior because of that. When that happened she basically grabbed him by the throat to hurt him to demonstrate that she wasn't as weak as he supposed (at some point I think I pictured the dragon as a large screen rear projection screen TV. I was behind her and the back of the TV was toward us and she had hold of the right side... but then it went back to being the dragon).
Then the dream shifted to more a more domestic scene. I don't remember much from it other than there was a house/family I was staying with. I wonder if the house is something from distant memories. It was nothing unusual but not one I've been in recently. Of course, I could've made the whole thing up. About the only thing I remember from this part is coming home and bringing an apple pie in that I bought at a grocery store. I looked around and saw that there was already pie there and so my contribution was redundant. The man of the house was at that point an older guy from church [in the real world]. I think I had a computer in my room in that house and I vaguely remember doing some chat room stuff.
Well, my computer and ipod mini just came in. It was a good thing I decided to stay. Since these things were shipped from the factory in China I had to sign for them. My room mate gets a lot of stuff shipped here so it's set up so we don't normally have to sign for packages. Since this was an international order I did have to sign.
Cheers.
I had a really cool dream last night with relatively well developed characters. Okay they weren't too deep but hey, it's a dream not a play.
I don't remember the whole thing, of course, and trying to squeeze it into words as it rapidly fades from memory doesn't help things. It was more like a few dreams which may or may not have bled into each other. The main two things I remember aren't related at all. At some point it was a fantasy thing with a prince and a princess apparently living in exile in a tropical place. I guess they were married because she was watching him playing with his sons and thinking how much they took after him. She also felt a bit distant from him, like he wasn't quite the person she had once perceived him to be. While he was playing war/sword fighting with their 3 or 4 boys she was harvesting bananas (which for some reason in my dream came in what looked like coconuts and for some reason he was wearing armor made out of bananas draped over him like feathers on birds... and they were black at one point but I think they were yellow at a different point). Then there was a scene with a dragon in a cave which was apparently part of the same cavern they lived in. The prince somehow loosed the tongue of the dragon so the dragon could speak. It was kind of a snotty maybe sinister character with a British accent and he was rather large and slender. He could tell that the princess was not a descendent of royalty. Apparently she was adopted into the family somehow so she was a princess, but not genetically. The dragon made some snide remarks about that and then something about her being a woman and inferring that she was inferior because of that. When that happened she basically grabbed him by the throat to hurt him to demonstrate that she wasn't as weak as he supposed (at some point I think I pictured the dragon as a large screen rear projection screen TV. I was behind her and the back of the TV was toward us and she had hold of the right side... but then it went back to being the dragon).
Then the dream shifted to more a more domestic scene. I don't remember much from it other than there was a house/family I was staying with. I wonder if the house is something from distant memories. It was nothing unusual but not one I've been in recently. Of course, I could've made the whole thing up. About the only thing I remember from this part is coming home and bringing an apple pie in that I bought at a grocery store. I looked around and saw that there was already pie there and so my contribution was redundant. The man of the house was at that point an older guy from church [in the real world]. I think I had a computer in my room in that house and I vaguely remember doing some chat room stuff.
Well, my computer and ipod mini just came in. It was a good thing I decided to stay. Since these things were shipped from the factory in China I had to sign for them. My room mate gets a lot of stuff shipped here so it's set up so we don't normally have to sign for packages. Since this was an international order I did have to sign.
Cheers.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
I think I lost my wool jacket yesterday. Either that or it was stolen. It's probably around here somewhere but I can't find it.
That stinks. I liked that jacket. It was warm and mildly stylish in an Old Navy kind of way. It also carried the new gloves and hat I recently bought as well as an etch-a-sketch pen. The biggest issue was the fact that it had my check book in it so I had to replace that checking account this morning. Bummer.
That stinks. I liked that jacket. It was warm and mildly stylish in an Old Navy kind of way. It also carried the new gloves and hat I recently bought as well as an etch-a-sketch pen. The biggest issue was the fact that it had my check book in it so I had to replace that checking account this morning. Bummer.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
The game and the travel went well. I miscalculated the mileage compensation I'll be getting in the blog though. It'll about $190 instead of $277. I still don't know what the pay is. I'll have to ask the crewer on monday or get her email address and send the info that way. :)
I'd expect ESPN to pay better than JP Sports for the same position, but it is a bit different. At any rate, mileage and per diem are higher. I hope we get paid for the travel day. (1/2 day rate). If that were the case and the position gets paid the same as JP Sports I'll have made more $$ in two days than I gross at LU for a whole week. Of course, LU doesn't exactly pay industry wages. :)
I'd expect ESPN to pay better than JP Sports for the same position, but it is a bit different. At any rate, mileage and per diem are higher. I hope we get paid for the travel day. (1/2 day rate). If that were the case and the position gets paid the same as JP Sports I'll have made more $$ in two days than I gross at LU for a whole week. Of course, LU doesn't exactly pay industry wages. :)
Yeah, that about sums it up. :)
"On the occasion...
...of the monthiversary of the beginning of the us talking in an attempt to get to know one another in a sensible, not romantically committed, but intellectually intrigued and generally interested way! (Not that we should make too much out of the date or anything).
Happy 5th of March to you! Hee hee.
B"
"On the occasion...
...of the monthiversary of the beginning of the us talking in an attempt to get to know one another in a sensible, not romantically committed, but intellectually intrigued and generally interested way! (Not that we should make too much out of the date or anything).
Happy 5th of March to you! Hee hee.
B"
Friday, March 04, 2005
I really should start going to sleep before 2am.
I'd rather be flown down to Rock Hill, SC for the game than drive down the night before. Although, if I drive I'll be compensated for the mileage and that'd add up to quite a bit of extra cash. I doubt I'll be driving though. Maybe the other guys going won't want to drive and won't care about the extra money (about $277). That'd be nice. We may have to take two cars anyway. [edit] I volunteered to drive and they agreed so yay for extra cash.
Okay, I'm not dreading this so much now (not that dread is the right word).
Yesterday was Tim's birthday. After work we went and ate out at BULLs (a tex-mex/steak house) . After that I went to house church and hung out there for a while afterwards. Then I went home and found the rest of the gang watching a poorly done movie. I think it was EYE SEE YOU. It had some rather prominent stars in it but just didn't turn out well. I didn't really watch it. I decided to play a knockoff of an old video game online. After that Darryl, Tim and I watched the first DVD of Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040. Ena started watching it with us but left during the second of four episodes. It's an Anime TV show about these vigilantes who destroy rogue robots that malfunctioned. The company that makes them controls all the media and don't let anyone know what's really going on. The animation is well done and the characters seem to have depth so overall I'm pleased with the series so far. I have to wait for the next set of DVDs to come in from Netflix.
My boss isn't going to be in today.
I'd rather be flown down to Rock Hill, SC for the game than drive down the night before. Although, if I drive I'll be compensated for the mileage and that'd add up to quite a bit of extra cash. I doubt I'll be driving though. Maybe the other guys going won't want to drive and won't care about the extra money (about $277). That'd be nice. We may have to take two cars anyway. [edit] I volunteered to drive and they agreed so yay for extra cash.
Okay, I'm not dreading this so much now (not that dread is the right word).
Yesterday was Tim's birthday. After work we went and ate out at BULLs (a tex-mex/steak house) . After that I went to house church and hung out there for a while afterwards. Then I went home and found the rest of the gang watching a poorly done movie. I think it was EYE SEE YOU. It had some rather prominent stars in it but just didn't turn out well. I didn't really watch it. I decided to play a knockoff of an old video game online. After that Darryl, Tim and I watched the first DVD of Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040. Ena started watching it with us but left during the second of four episodes. It's an Anime TV show about these vigilantes who destroy rogue robots that malfunctioned. The company that makes them controls all the media and don't let anyone know what's really going on. The animation is well done and the characters seem to have depth so overall I'm pleased with the series so far. I have to wait for the next set of DVDs to come in from Netflix.
My boss isn't going to be in today.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
It isn't a feeling of dread that I feel, neither is it joyful anticipation. Apprehension or light loathing (if you can modify a word like that) may be better terms to describe the upcoming game. It isn't so much nervousness about being asked to do more than I'm capable of, though that does play into it. I'm not really happy about having to go down Friday night for a Saturday game. I think I will get travel pay which is 1/2 my day rate so that's adequate compensation. Hopefully, I'll find out tomorrow what the actual plans for the weekend are including hotel rooms etc.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
The word of the day is "synaesthesia"
Here is an interesting news story about a woman who tastes sound.
The story is titled: "Music Has a Flavor to Woman Who 'Tastes' Sounds" and was reported by Reuters on March 2, 2005.
Here is an interesting news story about a woman who tastes sound.
The story is titled: "Music Has a Flavor to Woman Who 'Tastes' Sounds" and was reported by Reuters on March 2, 2005.
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