Went down to SLC last night for the standard weekend socialising at Brian and Ryan's. You'd think doing this every weekend would get old, but it doesn't. I always have good conversation and tons of fun. Here's a few pictures, 90% of which include Katie. She's definitely not camera shy.
When Tonya drinks, she likes to do her Tyra Banks impersonation. Personally, I think Tyra's got nothin' on Tonya.
This is why candid shots are so much fun.
Ryan brought along his friend Jessica, who we'd never met before but was totally cool. I love meeting new people.
Ryan's birthday was Wednesday, so we were kinda celebrating it last night. Ryan is a little camera shy, so this is the only picture I got of him. It looks like he and Katie are in deep conversation about the myseteries of life, but they're probably just talking about Jager.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Things I wanted to say to the guy who was cutting my hair yesterday, but didn't:
"You've gone over that same spot at least 37 times. It's not going to get any shorter that way."
"Should I be concerned that your eyes are pointing in two different directions?"
"I can't really hear what you're saying when the clippers are buzzing right next to my ear."
"Are you purposefully trying to make me bleed?"
"Actually, just stop talking altogether."
"Ouch. Ouch! OUCH!"
"Should I be concerned that your eyes are pointing in two different directions?"
"I can't really hear what you're saying when the clippers are buzzing right next to my ear."
"Are you purposefully trying to make me bleed?"
"Actually, just stop talking altogether."
"Ouch. Ouch! OUCH!"
Friday, April 21, 2006
Say What?
I've noticed that I tend to look at people's lips when I'm having a conversation, and not directly into their eyes. If I think about it, then I'll look into their eyes, but usually the conversation is over before I've realised what I'm doing. I'm going to work on this.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Batter Up
I've pretty much accepted the fact that I'll probably be single forever. I mean, I'm not avoiding marriage or anything. If the right girl came along, of course I'd marry her. I just don't think it will ever happen. I'm not upset about it, and the title "confirmed bachelor" is kinda catchy. (Of course, if I were a female, that would translate to "spinster," which is not catchy at all.)
Despite all this, I still really enjoy dating. I've been going out on dates as much as ever (though the making out has all but stopped). Unfortunately, few have held my interest past the second date. I think I'm dating people too young, mostly in the mid-twenty range. (Though, a couple weeks ago, I went out with a 21-year-old.) But finding an unmarried over-30 in Utah is an exercise in futility.
I've always said my biggest fear is being old and alone. And even though there aren't any prospects, that fear seems to be subsiding. God has always brought me great friends no matter where I am, and I'm confident He will continue to do so. I'll just continue to enjoy meeting people and dating and playing the field and making friends and whatever happens, happens.
Despite all this, I still really enjoy dating. I've been going out on dates as much as ever (though the making out has all but stopped). Unfortunately, few have held my interest past the second date. I think I'm dating people too young, mostly in the mid-twenty range. (Though, a couple weeks ago, I went out with a 21-year-old.) But finding an unmarried over-30 in Utah is an exercise in futility.
I've always said my biggest fear is being old and alone. And even though there aren't any prospects, that fear seems to be subsiding. God has always brought me great friends no matter where I am, and I'm confident He will continue to do so. I'll just continue to enjoy meeting people and dating and playing the field and making friends and whatever happens, happens.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
White as Sugar
For Easter yesterday, I was invited to dinner at Sarah's parents' house. The whole crew was there and we had a great time eating and talking and hiding eggs for Jake again. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera, so no pictures this time. I also stuffed myself so full of candy (including the Queen Mother of all Easter candy - the Cadbury Egg!), I could barely walk.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Buzz Buddies
Last night, a big group of us went to opening night for the Salt Lake Bees, the minor league team. The weather was mild, except for a few sprinkles here and there, and we had a great time. The Bees beat the Portland Beavers, 6-1.
Drew is also a frequent patron of Rooster's, which is how we became friends. He and John are both huge baseball fans, and had been looking forward to opening night for weeks.
After the game and a quick bite to eat, we went to Brian and Ryan's house. It seems this is the social center of SLC. We always end up hanging out here at least once every weekend, usually twice. Even if we're just going to go out to dinner or to a club or whatever, the meeting point is always Brian and Ryan's.
It's easy to get people to pose for pictures, so I've been trying to get more and more candid shots. This is one of the better ones from last night.
I haven't known Katie that long, but that girl sure knows how to make me laugh.
Another highligh of last night was getting to see our friend Nick, who has been kinda M.I.A. for a few months. He used to live up near me, but recently moved down to SLC and works A LOT. It was great to see him again.
It was a super-fun night, and I held a perfect buzz doing sporadic shots of Jager and vodka. I wonder what will go on tonight...?
Drew is also a frequent patron of Rooster's, which is how we became friends. He and John are both huge baseball fans, and had been looking forward to opening night for weeks.
After the game and a quick bite to eat, we went to Brian and Ryan's house. It seems this is the social center of SLC. We always end up hanging out here at least once every weekend, usually twice. Even if we're just going to go out to dinner or to a club or whatever, the meeting point is always Brian and Ryan's.
It's easy to get people to pose for pictures, so I've been trying to get more and more candid shots. This is one of the better ones from last night.
I haven't known Katie that long, but that girl sure knows how to make me laugh.
Another highligh of last night was getting to see our friend Nick, who has been kinda M.I.A. for a few months. He used to live up near me, but recently moved down to SLC and works A LOT. It was great to see him again.
It was a super-fun night, and I held a perfect buzz doing sporadic shots of Jager and vodka. I wonder what will go on tonight...?
Friday, April 14, 2006
No Solutions, Just Bombs Below
A new live music venue called The Depot opened in Salt Lake City in January. The opening night act was Cake, and the Roots played a few nights later. Unfortunately, I was in Texas at the time, and, until last night, nobody has played there that I was really wanting to see.
Living Things debut album "Ahead of the Lions" ended up on several "Best of 2005" lists. The best way I can describe them would just be straight-up kick-ass rock-n-roll. Every track on the album is a fist-in-the-air, politically charged, rally cry.
They played SLC last night, and I was there. There were two opening acts: The Adored and Diamond Nights. I missed The Adored, and walked in half-way through Diamond Nights set. They looked and sounded as if they came right out of touring with Foghat in 1977. Not really my style, but they were energetic and enjoyable. I like to catch opening acts, just in case one day they make it really big and I can say, "I saw them way back when..."
As for the venue, I was really impressed. The Depot had a great feel to it. It was intimate and reminded me of the House of Blues in Las Vegas. I was a little disappointed there were only about 40 people there, but, in a way, it kinda seemed like the band was playing a more private show.
When Living Things came out, I left my seat in the back and walked to the front with about 15 other people and began to dance to their infectious rock grooves. They played nearly every song on their album and sounded great. Unfortunately, I left my phone at home, so I had to resort to this stock photo from the internet. They're made up of three brothers from St. Louis and their buddy. Lillian Berlin, the singer and oldest brother, was very theatrical and made sure to make everyone feel like they were there to have a great time.
After their main set, they went backstage for a bit. We were all standing and waiting for the encore when this idiot in the crowd threw his beer bottle on the stage and it completely shattered. Then the roadie came out to say the band wouldn't be playing anymore. If I ever see that guy again, I'm gonna punch him in the mouth.
Living Things debut album "Ahead of the Lions" ended up on several "Best of 2005" lists. The best way I can describe them would just be straight-up kick-ass rock-n-roll. Every track on the album is a fist-in-the-air, politically charged, rally cry.
They played SLC last night, and I was there. There were two opening acts: The Adored and Diamond Nights. I missed The Adored, and walked in half-way through Diamond Nights set. They looked and sounded as if they came right out of touring with Foghat in 1977. Not really my style, but they were energetic and enjoyable. I like to catch opening acts, just in case one day they make it really big and I can say, "I saw them way back when..."
As for the venue, I was really impressed. The Depot had a great feel to it. It was intimate and reminded me of the House of Blues in Las Vegas. I was a little disappointed there were only about 40 people there, but, in a way, it kinda seemed like the band was playing a more private show.
When Living Things came out, I left my seat in the back and walked to the front with about 15 other people and began to dance to their infectious rock grooves. They played nearly every song on their album and sounded great. Unfortunately, I left my phone at home, so I had to resort to this stock photo from the internet. They're made up of three brothers from St. Louis and their buddy. Lillian Berlin, the singer and oldest brother, was very theatrical and made sure to make everyone feel like they were there to have a great time.
After their main set, they went backstage for a bit. We were all standing and waiting for the encore when this idiot in the crowd threw his beer bottle on the stage and it completely shattered. Then the roadie came out to say the band wouldn't be playing anymore. If I ever see that guy again, I'm gonna punch him in the mouth.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Destination: Inebriation
Since we're there every Thursday night, we've developed quite a friendship with the staff at Rooster's. So much so that Jason, a waiter and newly appointed assistant brewmaster, invited us to his house last night for a barbecue.
Nearly all of the Rooster's crew was there, though Theresa was sorely missed. Jason had driven up to Wyoming to get a keg of Fat Tire, which I'd never had before, but was very tasty. Too tasty, in fact.
It was a good thing John drove, because when I start drinking and there are lots of cool people around and the social juices are flowing, I lose track of how much I've had. Last night, how much I had was way too much.
It's so fun talking to people who grew up so different than I did. I had some great conversations last night. I also did the drink-and-dial. Twice. Jay texted me today to tell me how funny the message I left on his voicemail was.
Every time I spend the night drinking, I always get to a point where I know I've had enough and I can ride out my buzz and have a great night. Last night, I totally cruised past that point without looking back. I don't know what time we left, but it was pretty late, and I felt pretty rough this morning. The beer gods had their revenge when I had to test very loud fire alarms in a very large and very echo-y building from 7 to 10 AM.
Nearly all of the Rooster's crew was there, though Theresa was sorely missed. Jason had driven up to Wyoming to get a keg of Fat Tire, which I'd never had before, but was very tasty. Too tasty, in fact.
It was a good thing John drove, because when I start drinking and there are lots of cool people around and the social juices are flowing, I lose track of how much I've had. Last night, how much I had was way too much.
It's so fun talking to people who grew up so different than I did. I had some great conversations last night. I also did the drink-and-dial. Twice. Jay texted me today to tell me how funny the message I left on his voicemail was.
Every time I spend the night drinking, I always get to a point where I know I've had enough and I can ride out my buzz and have a great night. Last night, I totally cruised past that point without looking back. I don't know what time we left, but it was pretty late, and I felt pretty rough this morning. The beer gods had their revenge when I had to test very loud fire alarms in a very large and very echo-y building from 7 to 10 AM.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Line Up
We all went to brunch this morning in Sugarhouse at a place called The Fiddler's Elbow. As we were leaving, Katie decided this would make a great picture. I agree.
Homo Sapiens
Yesterday, a big crew of us went to Hogle Zoo down in SLC. It was something different, and we all had a great time. I didn't take too many animal pictures, but I took plenty of us acting stupid.
"My humps! My humps, my humps, my humps. Check it out!"
"My humps! My humps, my humps, my humps. Check it out!"
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Layin' Low
I was in bed by 9 last night. It's not characteristic of me to stay home on a weekend, but I just wasn't feeling it last night. Plus, I need to save money for Madonna tickets which go on sale in 22 minutes. Getting good seats is all about the timing of the "Refresh" button. The word "excitement" doesn't even begin to describe my emotions.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Oh, Happy Day!
I received some of the best news I've ever received in my entire life today:
MADONNA
LAS VEGAS
MAY 27th.
I'm SO there.
You don't understand. I've never seen Madonna live. The most expensive tickets are nearly $400, but I don't care. As my friend Jason said, "I want her to sweat on me."
This is going to be so amazing.
MADONNA
LAS VEGAS
MAY 27th.
I'm SO there.
You don't understand. I've never seen Madonna live. The most expensive tickets are nearly $400, but I don't care. As my friend Jason said, "I want her to sweat on me."
This is going to be so amazing.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
$elf Control
I've discovered I have an addiction. No, it's not the binge drinking in which I took part last week. It's not snowboarding, though that comes close. It could be sweets, but that's not what I'm talking about here.
My addiction is spending money. I rarely go a single day without buying something, almost always something I don't need. I go out for lunch, when it would be just as easy to bring something from home. I walk through the mall and feel worthless if I leave empty-handed. There are rumours of a new video iPod coming out, and I'm concerned about the lengths to which I might go to get one.
The worst part is that I'm really good at rationalising whenever I reach for my wallet. I think, "Don't worry, Curtis. You're still saving and giving and you might die tomorrow so if you don't enjoy this beer with your friends while wearing those new pants from Banana, you'll regret it. So spend away!"
I've always been able to find balance in this area. I guess my scale is just tipping a little bit too far to one side. If you happen to see me at the Apple Store or Pottery Barn or Armani/Exchange anytime soon, you have my permission to drag me out by any means necessary.
My addiction is spending money. I rarely go a single day without buying something, almost always something I don't need. I go out for lunch, when it would be just as easy to bring something from home. I walk through the mall and feel worthless if I leave empty-handed. There are rumours of a new video iPod coming out, and I'm concerned about the lengths to which I might go to get one.
The worst part is that I'm really good at rationalising whenever I reach for my wallet. I think, "Don't worry, Curtis. You're still saving and giving and you might die tomorrow so if you don't enjoy this beer with your friends while wearing those new pants from Banana, you'll regret it. So spend away!"
I've always been able to find balance in this area. I guess my scale is just tipping a little bit too far to one side. If you happen to see me at the Apple Store or Pottery Barn or Armani/Exchange anytime soon, you have my permission to drag me out by any means necessary.
Monday, April 03, 2006
A Semana of Sauce
Tonight, I went over to John's place and he and I tossed back an entire bottle of Meade. This makes seven days of continuous alcohol consumption. Yeah, last week was definitely a party week, but this coming week is going to be pretty mellow. Mostly because I'm broke. But also because last week was so crazy. It's all about balance, right?
Sunday, April 02, 2006
This was also posted a few minutes ago as a bulletin on myspace.com.
Inventory
Synopsis of the binge drinking I've done this week:
Monday - two 16 oz. beers at Rooster's
Tuesday - four 16 oz. beers at MacCool's
Wednesday - two 16 oz. beers at Squatter's
Thursday - six 16 oz. beers at Rooster's
Friday - three 12 oz. beers at Ryan & Brian's followed by two 12 oz. beers at Club Sound
Saturday - two 16 oz. beers at Rooster's followed by a flask of Crown Royal at Scott and Mark's
We'll see what happens tomorrow. It's amazing I'm coherant enough to type this. Honestly.
I just did the drink and dial with Don Weber, who actually answered his phone, but told me he'd call me back tomorrow when he will be a little more awake. Tomorrow's agenda will consist of brunch with my posse and worship at Washington Heights.
Now I'm just typing random thoughts. Today was April Fool's Day, and I totally got Kyle, Ryan, and John with my story about the dog and the gasoline. I also played strip pool earlier tonight, but I choose not to divulge any further details. It's cool how when you've been drinking, you can't really feel your teeth. I look forward to moving out of this apartment, but not the actual process of moving. I have a routine before I got to bed every night that consists of taking out my contacts, brushing my teeth, flossing, and washing my face. Can't go to sleep until it's done. Have you ever seen Chocolat? Kind of a fairy tale, but a great movie. I have lots of pictures on my wall. Abby appears on there several times. So does Jay. Alex and Ben are on there a few times, and one of the pictures is of Don, Jean-Marie, Alex, JR, Ben, and I singing karaoke at 007's. Now it's time for me to get some sleep. Just so you know, this post will appear in its entirety on my official blog, so if you read it and you think you're having deja vu, you're mistaken. Drunken blogging is almost as much fun as drunken texting and/or random dialing. Yay! (Or, as Abs would say, Yeah!) Oh, yeah, and I apologise for any spelling or grammatical errors, if there are any. Let's not forget how much I've had to drink. Let's also not forget that alcohol has been a social lubricant for thousands of years, and I'm not about to change the rules now. So there. Okay, I'm really going to bed now. But not after I cut and paste this post to my blog. But that's it. Just the cut and paste, and then it's off to R.E.M. for me. But not the band. Not that there's anything wrong with them. "Monster" and "New Adventures in Hi-Fi" are both great albums. My friend Heath really likes "Up," but I couldn't get into it. I saw them once in September of '95. What a great show. Radiohead opened, but that was before I realised what an amazing band they were. I've totally digressed way too far, so I'm going to lay my head on my pillow right now. Yes, I'm up for a visit from the Sandman. It's sleepy-time Currt-Dawg. I'm all tuckered out. The eye-lids are feelin' heavy. Drifting off to dreamland. Bu-bye!
Synopsis of the binge drinking I've done this week:
Monday - two 16 oz. beers at Rooster's
Tuesday - four 16 oz. beers at MacCool's
Wednesday - two 16 oz. beers at Squatter's
Thursday - six 16 oz. beers at Rooster's
Friday - three 12 oz. beers at Ryan & Brian's followed by two 12 oz. beers at Club Sound
Saturday - two 16 oz. beers at Rooster's followed by a flask of Crown Royal at Scott and Mark's
We'll see what happens tomorrow. It's amazing I'm coherant enough to type this. Honestly.
I just did the drink and dial with Don Weber, who actually answered his phone, but told me he'd call me back tomorrow when he will be a little more awake. Tomorrow's agenda will consist of brunch with my posse and worship at Washington Heights.
Now I'm just typing random thoughts. Today was April Fool's Day, and I totally got Kyle, Ryan, and John with my story about the dog and the gasoline. I also played strip pool earlier tonight, but I choose not to divulge any further details. It's cool how when you've been drinking, you can't really feel your teeth. I look forward to moving out of this apartment, but not the actual process of moving. I have a routine before I got to bed every night that consists of taking out my contacts, brushing my teeth, flossing, and washing my face. Can't go to sleep until it's done. Have you ever seen Chocolat? Kind of a fairy tale, but a great movie. I have lots of pictures on my wall. Abby appears on there several times. So does Jay. Alex and Ben are on there a few times, and one of the pictures is of Don, Jean-Marie, Alex, JR, Ben, and I singing karaoke at 007's. Now it's time for me to get some sleep. Just so you know, this post will appear in its entirety on my official blog, so if you read it and you think you're having deja vu, you're mistaken. Drunken blogging is almost as much fun as drunken texting and/or random dialing. Yay! (Or, as Abs would say, Yeah!) Oh, yeah, and I apologise for any spelling or grammatical errors, if there are any. Let's not forget how much I've had to drink. Let's also not forget that alcohol has been a social lubricant for thousands of years, and I'm not about to change the rules now. So there. Okay, I'm really going to bed now. But not after I cut and paste this post to my blog. But that's it. Just the cut and paste, and then it's off to R.E.M. for me. But not the band. Not that there's anything wrong with them. "Monster" and "New Adventures in Hi-Fi" are both great albums. My friend Heath really likes "Up," but I couldn't get into it. I saw them once in September of '95. What a great show. Radiohead opened, but that was before I realised what an amazing band they were. I've totally digressed way too far, so I'm going to lay my head on my pillow right now. Yes, I'm up for a visit from the Sandman. It's sleepy-time Currt-Dawg. I'm all tuckered out. The eye-lids are feelin' heavy. Drifting off to dreamland. Bu-bye!
Friday, March 31, 2006
Proof of My Stupidity
As everyone knows, my crew and I hit up Rooster's every Thursday night. It's a given. And I'm not about to let a little thing like testing for Tech get in the way of my weekly brotherhood tradition. I just told myself that I'd have no more than two beers and still be in bed at a decent time.
Famous last words.
I rode with John to Rooster's. We got there around 6:30, and after a long day of boarding, the food tasted so good and the beer went down so smooth. By the time we left at 11, I'd had six, and was feeling pretty good.
But that wasn't the end. Oh, no.
The whole Rooster's staff was going to a bar called Good Times, and we all decided to tag along. I'd never been there, and I doubt I'll ever go again. It had to be one of the nastiest, dirtiest, white-trashiest, creepiest dives I've ever been to, and I've been to plenty. I decided to stop drinking, and John decided to start. After lots of conversation and karaoke and other random events, we left around 1:30. I was sober by then, and John was about to fall over, so I drove.
And here's where it gets really fun. As soon as I pulled out of the bar, I saw flashing lights behind me. Now, I've never, ever been pulled over in my entire life, and my first instinct was to freak out, but I handled things surprisingly well. Here's a paraphrase of the conversation:
Currt-Dawg: How ya doin'?
Trooper: Pretty good. Can I see your license and proof of insurance?
CD: Yes, ma'am. I'm driving his car.
T: Why is that?
CD: Because he's had a bit to drink.
T: Yeah, I can smell it. Have you had anything?
CD: A couple beers with dinner, but that was a few hours ago.
T: The reason I pulled you over is because the light for your license plate is out.
John: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'll get that fixed.
T: No problem. Are you in the military, sir?
CD: Yes, ma'am.
T: Just curious why you have an out-of-state license.
CD: Do you need to see my military ID?
T: No, that's fine. Hang on a sec. I'll be right back.
(Trooper goes back to her car.)
J: Holy shit!
CD: No big deal, man. I've never been pulled over before. It's kind of exciting.
J: I'm so sorry, man.
CD: It's okay.
(Trooper returns.)
T: I'm gonna need you to blow into this for me, sir.
CD: Okay.
(I start blowing into the little white tube attached to a little box.)
T: Keep blowing......and.....stop.
(She starts reading the breathalizer.)
T: How many beers did you have?
CD: Um, a couple.
T: And how long ago was that?
CD: We left the restaurant around 10.
T: Well, you must not have a very high tolerance. It's still going up.
(Very long pause.)
T: You blew a .05. The legal limit in Utah is .08. Just so you know, that's about the maximum amount of alcohol you can have and still drive. If you would have been pulled over right after dinner, you might not have been as lucky.
CD: Uh-huh.
T: Just be careful, sir.
CD: Yes, ma'am.
(Trooper walks back to her car and drives away.)
CD: (Exhales louder than he's ever exhaled in his entire life.)
So, yeah, that pause after she said, "It's still going up," was about the longest five seconds of my entire life. All I could think of was getting taken away in hand-cuffs and that it was a good thing I didn't study for Tech because it would have just been time wasted. I've always been really careful when it comes to driving after I've had a beer or two. I guess I'll just take this as a warning that I can never be too careful.
As far as my test, considering the circumstances of a) I haven't studied, b) I'm a little hung over, and c) I'm going on about 3 1/2 hours of sleep, I think I did pretty well. I was clueless on PFE stuff, but SKT was a breeze. I guess I'll find out for sure when the results come out in June. To be honest, I seriously doubt I made it, and I'll kick myself for not studying. But who knows? Maybe my method of making pictures out of the little circles really works.
Famous last words.
I rode with John to Rooster's. We got there around 6:30, and after a long day of boarding, the food tasted so good and the beer went down so smooth. By the time we left at 11, I'd had six, and was feeling pretty good.
But that wasn't the end. Oh, no.
The whole Rooster's staff was going to a bar called Good Times, and we all decided to tag along. I'd never been there, and I doubt I'll ever go again. It had to be one of the nastiest, dirtiest, white-trashiest, creepiest dives I've ever been to, and I've been to plenty. I decided to stop drinking, and John decided to start. After lots of conversation and karaoke and other random events, we left around 1:30. I was sober by then, and John was about to fall over, so I drove.
And here's where it gets really fun. As soon as I pulled out of the bar, I saw flashing lights behind me. Now, I've never, ever been pulled over in my entire life, and my first instinct was to freak out, but I handled things surprisingly well. Here's a paraphrase of the conversation:
Currt-Dawg: How ya doin'?
Trooper: Pretty good. Can I see your license and proof of insurance?
CD: Yes, ma'am. I'm driving his car.
T: Why is that?
CD: Because he's had a bit to drink.
T: Yeah, I can smell it. Have you had anything?
CD: A couple beers with dinner, but that was a few hours ago.
T: The reason I pulled you over is because the light for your license plate is out.
John: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'll get that fixed.
T: No problem. Are you in the military, sir?
CD: Yes, ma'am.
T: Just curious why you have an out-of-state license.
CD: Do you need to see my military ID?
T: No, that's fine. Hang on a sec. I'll be right back.
(Trooper goes back to her car.)
J: Holy shit!
CD: No big deal, man. I've never been pulled over before. It's kind of exciting.
J: I'm so sorry, man.
CD: It's okay.
(Trooper returns.)
T: I'm gonna need you to blow into this for me, sir.
CD: Okay.
(I start blowing into the little white tube attached to a little box.)
T: Keep blowing......and.....stop.
(She starts reading the breathalizer.)
T: How many beers did you have?
CD: Um, a couple.
T: And how long ago was that?
CD: We left the restaurant around 10.
T: Well, you must not have a very high tolerance. It's still going up.
(Very long pause.)
T: You blew a .05. The legal limit in Utah is .08. Just so you know, that's about the maximum amount of alcohol you can have and still drive. If you would have been pulled over right after dinner, you might not have been as lucky.
CD: Uh-huh.
T: Just be careful, sir.
CD: Yes, ma'am.
(Trooper walks back to her car and drives away.)
CD: (Exhales louder than he's ever exhaled in his entire life.)
So, yeah, that pause after she said, "It's still going up," was about the longest five seconds of my entire life. All I could think of was getting taken away in hand-cuffs and that it was a good thing I didn't study for Tech because it would have just been time wasted. I've always been really careful when it comes to driving after I've had a beer or two. I guess I'll just take this as a warning that I can never be too careful.
As far as my test, considering the circumstances of a) I haven't studied, b) I'm a little hung over, and c) I'm going on about 3 1/2 hours of sleep, I think I did pretty well. I was clueless on PFE stuff, but SKT was a breeze. I guess I'll find out for sure when the results come out in June. To be honest, I seriously doubt I made it, and I'll kick myself for not studying. But who knows? Maybe my method of making pictures out of the little circles really works.
Lone Boarder
I test for Tech tomorrow. Most shops will give you the day off before you test. Not really to study, but just to be stress-free and kind of mentally relaxed.
The best way for me to relax is to go boarding. So I did. I took these pictures on the way up to Snowbasin. I love it when low-lying clouds creep over the mountains like ghosts. So cool looking.
Snowbasin got eight inches of snow last night, and the conditions were some of the best I've ever seen. I got to the lift at 9:30 and rode until 3:30, stopping only to pee. Boarding is one of those things that's better with friends, especially friends who board at about the same level. But having to go by myself isn't going to prevent me from going altogether.
Around 11-ish, some clouds rolled in, and the visibility at the peak was next to nothing. The worst part about the fog is that I have horrible depth perception, and it's difficult to tell how fast I'm going. On the other hand, I can ride past hot girls and goose them, and they have no clue who it was. Not that I would ever do that. I'm just sayin'.
Luckily, the clouds didn't linger too long. It slowly cleared up, and I regained confidence in my speed.
I was taking a few of these pictues while on the lift, and I accidentally dropped my glove. Retrieving it was rough, as it was in some serious back country with hella deep powder, but I ended up really loving it.
Being Thursday, there weren't many people on the mountain at all. I took as many opportunities as I could to go on trails that hadn't been groomed or tracked out by anyone else. I bit it pretty hard several times (even flipping head-over-heels twice!), but the powder was so deep, it was like landing on a cloud.
One of the coolest things about today was that one time I happened to be riding the gondola with Valerie Plame and her husband, Joseph Wilson. You might remember her as the CIA agent whose name was leaked to the press after her husband made remarks criticising the war in Iraq. Of course, I'm sure there are several sides to that story, and this isn't a post about politics. Regardless, it was cool to share a gondola ride with someone who was a staple of all the 24-hour news networks for a while.
The best way for me to relax is to go boarding. So I did. I took these pictures on the way up to Snowbasin. I love it when low-lying clouds creep over the mountains like ghosts. So cool looking.
Snowbasin got eight inches of snow last night, and the conditions were some of the best I've ever seen. I got to the lift at 9:30 and rode until 3:30, stopping only to pee. Boarding is one of those things that's better with friends, especially friends who board at about the same level. But having to go by myself isn't going to prevent me from going altogether.
Around 11-ish, some clouds rolled in, and the visibility at the peak was next to nothing. The worst part about the fog is that I have horrible depth perception, and it's difficult to tell how fast I'm going. On the other hand, I can ride past hot girls and goose them, and they have no clue who it was. Not that I would ever do that. I'm just sayin'.
Luckily, the clouds didn't linger too long. It slowly cleared up, and I regained confidence in my speed.
I was taking a few of these pictues while on the lift, and I accidentally dropped my glove. Retrieving it was rough, as it was in some serious back country with hella deep powder, but I ended up really loving it.
Being Thursday, there weren't many people on the mountain at all. I took as many opportunities as I could to go on trails that hadn't been groomed or tracked out by anyone else. I bit it pretty hard several times (even flipping head-over-heels twice!), but the powder was so deep, it was like landing on a cloud.
One of the coolest things about today was that one time I happened to be riding the gondola with Valerie Plame and her husband, Joseph Wilson. You might remember her as the CIA agent whose name was leaked to the press after her husband made remarks criticising the war in Iraq. Of course, I'm sure there are several sides to that story, and this isn't a post about politics. Regardless, it was cool to share a gondola ride with someone who was a staple of all the 24-hour news networks for a while.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Semantics
The more I think about it, the more interested I am in the term "fundamentalist," especially when it comes to one's faith. You'd think it refers to someone who has taken his or her beliefs back to the basics, without any influence from modern culture. If so, then why are so many "fundamentalist Christians" so full of judgment and intolerance when the fundamentals of Christ's teachings were just the opposite? These people seem to have taken their views to an extreme, skewed by politics, too radical for the balanced, evangelical Christian.
So I'm taking it back.
That's right. From now on, I consider myself a fundamentalist Christian. I've studied (and continue to study) the teachings of Christ. I believe He is the Son of God. I believe His death is necessary for my salvation. I believe His words are true and wise and I follow them to the best of my ability.
The fundamentals of Christ's teachings were loving everyone (including one's enemies), meekness, acceptance, humility, honesty, treating others with kindness and respect, and always putting God first. Nowhere does He ever say anything about killing those who disagree with you or denying basic human rights to those unjustly judged unrighteous. The words of Jesus are the basics of life. The rest is just details.
So I'm taking it back.
That's right. From now on, I consider myself a fundamentalist Christian. I've studied (and continue to study) the teachings of Christ. I believe He is the Son of God. I believe His death is necessary for my salvation. I believe His words are true and wise and I follow them to the best of my ability.
The fundamentals of Christ's teachings were loving everyone (including one's enemies), meekness, acceptance, humility, honesty, treating others with kindness and respect, and always putting God first. Nowhere does He ever say anything about killing those who disagree with you or denying basic human rights to those unjustly judged unrighteous. The words of Jesus are the basics of life. The rest is just details.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
The In-Crowd
After pressure from friends that was bordering on harassment, I finally gave in and created a myspace account. You can check it out here. Don't worry, though. As addicting as myspace apparently is, I promise to not neglect this blog for any reason other than death. (Or maybe severe illness or if the internet explodes or something like that.)
Saturday, March 25, 2006
New Addition
Congratulations to Jim and Nicole on the birth of Owen James Sullivan at 10:38 AM this morning. I can't wait to make it down to Vegas to see him! Congrats, again, you guys!
Heard That Sound
MxPx is one of those bands that, even if you're not a huge fan and don't own every album, you still make an effort to see them live. I did last night, and it was super-fun.
I've only seen them perform once, back in April 1998, which was preceded by a chance meeting with them. Even though they've been around for nearly 15 years, they still seem very down-to-earth guys who just enjoy playing live music and having fun.
There were three opening bands, two of whom were local. I missed the first two, but the third one, Laruso (?), was pretty decent. The show had to start early because it was at a venue that, at 10 PM, turned into a club for, ahem, alternative lifestyles.
MxPx came on a little after 8, and launched right into their set with tons of energy. You can tell there's really something special about these guys. I mean, anyone can get a bunch of punk rock kids to jump, but to keep them jumping for nearly two hours takes magical powers or something. But they did it.
In the middle of their set, they took requests. It's amazing that a band with such a huge catalogue can still be able to pull off playing any song in their repitoire at a moment's notice. Of course, most of their songs have three chords, but it's still pretty impressive.
It's also cool that these guys still appeal to such a wide audience. I was probably one of the older people in the crowd, but the bulk of it was made up of teenagers. I also happened to see someone bring a little girl who couldn't have been any older than six. But, I guess if you're going to bring a six-year-old to a punk rock show, then MxPx is probably the most wholesome one to see.
Their earliest stuff is pretty hard-core punk, but they've been through several phases ranging from hard-core to power-pop. I think their sound works best when it's a mix between the two, as heard on the "Life In General" album.
The encore included a cover of "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)," originally by the Proclaimers. And, as always, they ended the night with "Punk Rawk Show." They mentioned coming through SLC again this summer on a club tour, and I can't wait.
I've only seen them perform once, back in April 1998, which was preceded by a chance meeting with them. Even though they've been around for nearly 15 years, they still seem very down-to-earth guys who just enjoy playing live music and having fun.
There were three opening bands, two of whom were local. I missed the first two, but the third one, Laruso (?), was pretty decent. The show had to start early because it was at a venue that, at 10 PM, turned into a club for, ahem, alternative lifestyles.
MxPx came on a little after 8, and launched right into their set with tons of energy. You can tell there's really something special about these guys. I mean, anyone can get a bunch of punk rock kids to jump, but to keep them jumping for nearly two hours takes magical powers or something. But they did it.
In the middle of their set, they took requests. It's amazing that a band with such a huge catalogue can still be able to pull off playing any song in their repitoire at a moment's notice. Of course, most of their songs have three chords, but it's still pretty impressive.
It's also cool that these guys still appeal to such a wide audience. I was probably one of the older people in the crowd, but the bulk of it was made up of teenagers. I also happened to see someone bring a little girl who couldn't have been any older than six. But, I guess if you're going to bring a six-year-old to a punk rock show, then MxPx is probably the most wholesome one to see.
Their earliest stuff is pretty hard-core punk, but they've been through several phases ranging from hard-core to power-pop. I think their sound works best when it's a mix between the two, as heard on the "Life In General" album.
The encore included a cover of "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)," originally by the Proclaimers. And, as always, they ended the night with "Punk Rawk Show." They mentioned coming through SLC again this summer on a club tour, and I can't wait.
Friday, March 24, 2006
iMixed
A couple weeks ago, after Saturday afternoon coffee with John, I was driving home and happened to pass by a car stereo installation place. On a hunch, I stopped in. I was curious if they'd be able to hard-wire my iPod into my car. The answer was a resounding "Yes!"
It cost me nearly $300, but it was totally worth it. My iPod stows nicely in the middle console, and I can use the buttons on my radio to skip or rewind.
The only drawback is this: my iPod has made me a lazy listener. Let me explain. There's something cool and necessary about albums. Every record has it's good and bad tracks (except for Radiohead's "OK Computer" and Sleater-Kinney's "Dig Me Out"), but listening to an album in its entirety is something that should never become ancient or forgotten.
Of course, legally downloading single songs does have its place (i.e. Toni Basil's "Mickey" or the theme from "Shaft" by Isaac Hayes). But if there's an artist in which I have a particular appreciation, I find it's best to purchase the whole album. It takes more effort, but it's more rewarding in the end.
So, yeah, I'm pretty much addicted to my iPod. I just need to regain the discipline to listen to records all the way through, beginning to end. It will be tough lowering my use of the "shuffle" option, but I'm confident I can do it.
It cost me nearly $300, but it was totally worth it. My iPod stows nicely in the middle console, and I can use the buttons on my radio to skip or rewind.
The only drawback is this: my iPod has made me a lazy listener. Let me explain. There's something cool and necessary about albums. Every record has it's good and bad tracks (except for Radiohead's "OK Computer" and Sleater-Kinney's "Dig Me Out"), but listening to an album in its entirety is something that should never become ancient or forgotten.
Of course, legally downloading single songs does have its place (i.e. Toni Basil's "Mickey" or the theme from "Shaft" by Isaac Hayes). But if there's an artist in which I have a particular appreciation, I find it's best to purchase the whole album. It takes more effort, but it's more rewarding in the end.
So, yeah, I'm pretty much addicted to my iPod. I just need to regain the discipline to listen to records all the way through, beginning to end. It will be tough lowering my use of the "shuffle" option, but I'm confident I can do it.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Feel to Believe
Back in 1999, I was living in Vegas and working a second job at GAP. The best thing about that job was meeting so many cool people. One of those cool people was Shawna. She and I soon discovered we had similar tastes in music, and it wasn't rare for one of us to introduce a new artist to the other. One of the people to whom Shawna introduced me was Beth Orton.
Beth played SLC last night. I saw some friends at the venue, and we tossed back a beer and totally missed the opening act. Beth came out kinda late, but she put on a great show.
Beth started out singing for the Chemical Brothers, which explains why her first three albums had a lot of electronica infused within. Plus, she released a spectacular album of remixes. Her newest album, however, is much more organic.
The show had a very intimate and even romantic feel to it. You can tell Beth is at home in smaller venues, and she has no problem interacting with the crowd.
Her set was divided into three parts. The first was she and her band playing mostly songs from the new album. Then the band left, and it was just Beth and her guitar. For the third part, the band came back and they played some favourites like "Tangent," "Stars All Seem To Weep," and "Anywhere."
I'm glad I finally got to see her live after appreciating her records for the past seven years. I could tell everyone else there felt the same way.
Beth played SLC last night. I saw some friends at the venue, and we tossed back a beer and totally missed the opening act. Beth came out kinda late, but she put on a great show.
Beth started out singing for the Chemical Brothers, which explains why her first three albums had a lot of electronica infused within. Plus, she released a spectacular album of remixes. Her newest album, however, is much more organic.
The show had a very intimate and even romantic feel to it. You can tell Beth is at home in smaller venues, and she has no problem interacting with the crowd.
Her set was divided into three parts. The first was she and her band playing mostly songs from the new album. Then the band left, and it was just Beth and her guitar. For the third part, the band came back and they played some favourites like "Tangent," "Stars All Seem To Weep," and "Anywhere."
I'm glad I finally got to see her live after appreciating her records for the past seven years. I could tell everyone else there felt the same way.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Everybody's Working for the Weekend
Last week was long and stressful, so I made it a point to enjoy myself as much as possible over the weekend. It was a weekend of firsts. My first Jagermeister shot. (Not bad.) My first jello shot. (Pretty good.) My first drunken hot tub. (Fun!)
Here's a few pictures.
Brian and Ryan were both out of town, but Katie was house-/dog-sitting, so we partied at their place anyway. This is Dozer, the younger of the two dogs. He's a boxer, and he's still a puppy, but he has no problems knocking you down if you have food.
I had a great conversation with Mike about Buddhism. And it was an actual conversation, not a debate. Unfortunately, I was a little inebriated. We'll have to talk again when I'm more coherant.
As you can see, there was some alcohol-induced craziness, but it was all harmless and in good fun. My friends are the best! This is why I enjoy my weekends so much.
Here's a few pictures.
Brian and Ryan were both out of town, but Katie was house-/dog-sitting, so we partied at their place anyway. This is Dozer, the younger of the two dogs. He's a boxer, and he's still a puppy, but he has no problems knocking you down if you have food.
I had a great conversation with Mike about Buddhism. And it was an actual conversation, not a debate. Unfortunately, I was a little inebriated. We'll have to talk again when I'm more coherant.
As you can see, there was some alcohol-induced craziness, but it was all harmless and in good fun. My friends are the best! This is why I enjoy my weekends so much.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Democracy Discourse
I could write pages and pages about the deaths of innocent civilians, the deaths of U.S. troops, the costs of the war and of the occupation of Iraq, how we aren't any safer than we were three years ago, and several other subjects. But writing about it doesn't really do a whole helluva lot of good, does it?
Today is the three year anniversary of the day the U.S. invaded Iraq. I've done enough talking. I'm going to act. I encourage everyone to tell his or her congressman, representative, etc. what you want done about things in Iraq. I, for one, am going to start with some serious e-mailing to The Honorable Ed Whitfield of Kentucky's 1st District. If I don't hear anything back, then I'll move on to letter writing and calling.
Of course, I understand not everyone agrees with my stance, but I still encourage them to do something, as well. Elected officials are there to represent all of us, and how are they going to know what to do unless we tell them?
Talk is cheap.
Do something.
Today is the three year anniversary of the day the U.S. invaded Iraq. I've done enough talking. I'm going to act. I encourage everyone to tell his or her congressman, representative, etc. what you want done about things in Iraq. I, for one, am going to start with some serious e-mailing to The Honorable Ed Whitfield of Kentucky's 1st District. If I don't hear anything back, then I'll move on to letter writing and calling.
Of course, I understand not everyone agrees with my stance, but I still encourage them to do something, as well. Elected officials are there to represent all of us, and how are they going to know what to do unless we tell them?
Talk is cheap.
Do something.
Don't you wanna know how we keep starting fires?
Last night, my friend Brett and I went to see Electric 6 down in SLC. The venue was this total dive called the Urban Lounge that had more hipsters than I've ever seen. All the boys looked like Beck or Rivers Cuomo and the girls looked like Betty Page. The show didn't even start until 10, so we were prepared for a late night.
There were three opening bands. We arrived late and missed the first one, which, I think, was a local band. The second opener was Rock Kills Kid. They definitely had the hipster/disco/pop/punk thing down, and I was pretty impressed. The third opener was Every Move A Picture, who obviously went to the Franz Ferdinand school of music. They were energetic, but not very original.
Finally, around midnight, Electric 6 took the stage. They play some great disco-punk that's fun to the point of absurdity. Here's a few song titles: Naked Pictures (Of Your Mother), Dance Epidemic, Nuclear War (On the Dance Floor), etc. It's nice to see a band that just wants to have fun and doesn't take themselves too seriously. The entire crowd was jumping and dancing and having a great time. Dick Valentine, the lead vocalist, totally worked the crowd. He gave off kind of a hip geekster vibe, and strangely reminded me of Don Weber (for those of you who know him). He danced around and had a sly grin and occasionally layed on the stage between verses to do push-ups and sit-ups. Yeah, you heard me.
They played until 1:30, and by the time they left the stage, everyone was hot and sweaty and exhausted, but we all had smiles on our faces.
There were three opening bands. We arrived late and missed the first one, which, I think, was a local band. The second opener was Rock Kills Kid. They definitely had the hipster/disco/pop/punk thing down, and I was pretty impressed. The third opener was Every Move A Picture, who obviously went to the Franz Ferdinand school of music. They were energetic, but not very original.
Finally, around midnight, Electric 6 took the stage. They play some great disco-punk that's fun to the point of absurdity. Here's a few song titles: Naked Pictures (Of Your Mother), Dance Epidemic, Nuclear War (On the Dance Floor), etc. It's nice to see a band that just wants to have fun and doesn't take themselves too seriously. The entire crowd was jumping and dancing and having a great time. Dick Valentine, the lead vocalist, totally worked the crowd. He gave off kind of a hip geekster vibe, and strangely reminded me of Don Weber (for those of you who know him). He danced around and had a sly grin and occasionally layed on the stage between verses to do push-ups and sit-ups. Yeah, you heard me.
They played until 1:30, and by the time they left the stage, everyone was hot and sweaty and exhausted, but we all had smiles on our faces.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Alarm Call
After I got back from Texas, I was reassigned to the Fire Suppression shop, which is still in the same zone, but a different area of expertise. I've been back at work for over a month, but, due to lots of paperwork and an exercise, this was the first week I actually got to work fire suppression. And it was great. I'm learning lots of new skills and working with new people and even digging big holes. So much fun.
In other news, I bought some time in the house hunting adventure. I made a command decision, and we're going to stay in our apartment for another month. Trying to find a place in Ryan's absence was frustrating and overwhelming. And I'm hoping we'll be able to find another house as perfect as the one we previously found. Now I'll be able to enjoy the weekend without this house-stress hanging over my head.
By the way, Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone! Have a fun, safe, green beer-filled weekend!
In other news, I bought some time in the house hunting adventure. I made a command decision, and we're going to stay in our apartment for another month. Trying to find a place in Ryan's absence was frustrating and overwhelming. And I'm hoping we'll be able to find another house as perfect as the one we previously found. Now I'll be able to enjoy the weekend without this house-stress hanging over my head.
By the way, Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone! Have a fun, safe, green beer-filled weekend!
Please, Ease Lease
Work is great. Social life is great. God is great.
House hunting, however, has got my stress level through the roof. It's getting down to crunch time, and I still haven't found a place that's comparable to the one we found before. They're either crappy houses or really crappy neighbourhoods or way out of our price range. Perhaps we should just become white trash. Or perhaps we should find a third roommate. Or perhaps we should just say the hell with it and stay in our apartment for another year.
House hunting, however, has got my stress level through the roof. It's getting down to crunch time, and I still haven't found a place that's comparable to the one we found before. They're either crappy houses or really crappy neighbourhoods or way out of our price range. Perhaps we should just become white trash. Or perhaps we should find a third roommate. Or perhaps we should just say the hell with it and stay in our apartment for another year.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Silver Lining
David Gray was supposed to play Salt Lake City last October. He cancelled last minute due to illness. This ended up being a blessing in disguise because when he rescheduled, I got a much better seat.
The opening act was Aqualung. I'm not really too familiar with them (which is actually a him, Matt Hales), except for their first single, which was extremely overplayed on VH-1. Regardless, they sounded great and had some amusing comments between songs.
David Gray is a brilliant singer/songwriter whose style is mostly acoustic with nice, well-placed electronic enhancements and beats. He writes some great, bare-bones, honest songs about love, and, as luck would have it, puts on a helluva show.
Not only was he well-dressed, but he was very animated, and reacted great with the audience. The first half of his set was made up mostly of selections from his newest album, "Life in Slow Motion," but he eventually tossed in songs from his entire catalogue. And one of the most impressive parts of his show was his drummer. It was amazing how he kept up with break beats that were, when recorded, usually created by a drum machine.
David played for nearly two hours, then came back out for a five song encore which included a haunting cover of Tim Buckley's "Song to the Siren." This was the first show I've seen this year, and it was a great way to start things off.
The opening act was Aqualung. I'm not really too familiar with them (which is actually a him, Matt Hales), except for their first single, which was extremely overplayed on VH-1. Regardless, they sounded great and had some amusing comments between songs.
David Gray is a brilliant singer/songwriter whose style is mostly acoustic with nice, well-placed electronic enhancements and beats. He writes some great, bare-bones, honest songs about love, and, as luck would have it, puts on a helluva show.
Not only was he well-dressed, but he was very animated, and reacted great with the audience. The first half of his set was made up mostly of selections from his newest album, "Life in Slow Motion," but he eventually tossed in songs from his entire catalogue. And one of the most impressive parts of his show was his drummer. It was amazing how he kept up with break beats that were, when recorded, usually created by a drum machine.
David played for nearly two hours, then came back out for a five song encore which included a haunting cover of Tim Buckley's "Song to the Siren." This was the first show I've seen this year, and it was a great way to start things off.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Newbies
Ken, a guy in my shop, called yesterday and asked if I wanted to take him and Mike, his brother-in-law, snowboarding. Mike had never been, and Ken, only once. I really enjoy teaching people to board, and as long as I get a couple good runs in, I'm happy. Ken didn't need any help at all, and Mike was a natural.
The weather wasn't as nice as it has been nearly every time I've gone this year. But there was a nice, thick layer of powder all over the mountain.
Mike decided he'd had enough by lunchtime, so Ken and I went on another run, and even boarded the half-pipe. Definitely a good day.
The weather wasn't as nice as it has been nearly every time I've gone this year. But there was a nice, thick layer of powder all over the mountain.
Mike decided he'd had enough by lunchtime, so Ken and I went on another run, and even boarded the half-pipe. Definitely a good day.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Lover, Not a Fighter
You know what I don't like? Aggression. I'll never understand why someone would believe he'll get what he wants by screaming or threatening. That stuff just makes me want to walk away.
Being a male, I'm rather atypical in this respect. Aggression is a very male characteristic, and though I won't deny there are times when my testosterone level gets a little high ("That bitch did NOT just pull out in front of me!"), overall, I consider myself pretty in-touch with my feminine side, so to speak.
There are times when I wish I was a little more "macho," though. Normally, when I see these alpha male type guys who brag about beating people up and banging chicks and eating 47 hot dogs in one sitting, I feel sorry for them. I've always seen it as a way to hide their insecurities. But I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a part of me didn't want to be that way, too. They always seem to be covered in ladies and they have big muscles and drive nice cars. The only manly characteristics I have are gadget addiction, control freak-ness, and a lust-o-meter that's always in the red.
But I guess aggression is just another one of the many things that makes us all different, and we'd all get pretty bored with each other if we were all the same. Thanks, God, for sprinkling a few assholes in the world just to keep things interesting.
Being a male, I'm rather atypical in this respect. Aggression is a very male characteristic, and though I won't deny there are times when my testosterone level gets a little high ("That bitch did NOT just pull out in front of me!"), overall, I consider myself pretty in-touch with my feminine side, so to speak.
There are times when I wish I was a little more "macho," though. Normally, when I see these alpha male type guys who brag about beating people up and banging chicks and eating 47 hot dogs in one sitting, I feel sorry for them. I've always seen it as a way to hide their insecurities. But I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a part of me didn't want to be that way, too. They always seem to be covered in ladies and they have big muscles and drive nice cars. The only manly characteristics I have are gadget addiction, control freak-ness, and a lust-o-meter that's always in the red.
But I guess aggression is just another one of the many things that makes us all different, and we'd all get pretty bored with each other if we were all the same. Thanks, God, for sprinkling a few assholes in the world just to keep things interesting.
Back to Square One
The lady from whom Ryan and I were going to rent a house called me this morning and told me she's decided to sell it instead of keeping it as a rental. So I spent several hours today driving around looking for another house to rent. Shopping for houses is even more exhausting than shopping for clothes. I did my fair share of back-tracking and U-turns, and was probably flipped off more than once. I found a few cool places, but only one has any real potential. I guess I'll go back out tomorrow and see what I can find. Ryan is TDY until the 27th, so I hope he likes whatever I pick.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Switchback
The exercise ENDEXed at about 10:30 PM, and, after collecting all the weapons and transporting them back to the armoury in the CE compound, I just got home. Yes, it took nearly four hours. Since I've been sleeping from 10 AM to 4 PM this week, I'm not really tired yet, but I'm going to make myself some decaf herbal tea and curl up on my couch with a book. The plan is to drift off and wake up tomorrow in time to get in at least a half-day of boarding. That should help me get back on a normal schedule.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
I'm the guy for whom commercials were invented.
Last week, I was picking up a few things at the B/X, among which was a new box of cartridges for my razor. I've been using the Gillette Mach 3 for several years, and I like it just fine. When I went down the isle with the razors, I saw a big display for the new Gillette Fusion razor.
I was bedazzled.
It's orange and blue (my favourite colours) and it has five blades plus another one on the back for precision trimming. It was kind of expensive for just a razor, but I bought it anyway. I used it for the first time Monday, and I'm pretty happy with it. I mean, it's not like it does the shaving for me, and it's not really THAT much more comfortable than the Mach 3; but I've invested in it, so I might as well use it, right?
Anyway, I guess my point is this: I'm such a sucker for consumerism. If I see an advertisement for a new product, I have to have it. Occasionally, it works to my advantage, but more often than not, my life would have been just as pleasant as if I'd never wasted my money in the first place. One day, I'll learn, but it probably won't be anytime soon.
I was bedazzled.
It's orange and blue (my favourite colours) and it has five blades plus another one on the back for precision trimming. It was kind of expensive for just a razor, but I bought it anyway. I used it for the first time Monday, and I'm pretty happy with it. I mean, it's not like it does the shaving for me, and it's not really THAT much more comfortable than the Mach 3; but I've invested in it, so I might as well use it, right?
Anyway, I guess my point is this: I'm such a sucker for consumerism. If I see an advertisement for a new product, I have to have it. Occasionally, it works to my advantage, but more often than not, my life would have been just as pleasant as if I'd never wasted my money in the first place. One day, I'll learn, but it probably won't be anytime soon.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Turn Off the Radio
Crash? I'm kinda disappointed. I mean, it was a pretty good movie, but not great. I didn't even see Munich, and I would have preferred it win over Crash. I mean, we all know there's racism in the world. If it would have been released in, say, 1964, it would have been a truly groundbreaking film and deserved some recognition. Plus, it made everything so obvious. "Ooooh! Racism is bad!" If a film is going to tackle some social issues, don't spoon-feed us the message. Make it a challenge.
Speaking of movies, immediately after the Oscars, I headed up to Ogden to catch the late showing of Dave Chappelle's Block Party. Not only was it entertaining, but it was a total feel-good documentary of a party I wish I could have attended in person. I think a lot of people are expecting it to be merely an extension of his show on Comedy Central, but it's not. It may not be as funny, but it's definitely more fun.
Basically, in September of 2004, Mr. Chappelle organised a giant free concert in Brooklyn, paying for all expenses with his own money. The result was filmed by Michel Gondry (videos for Bjork, The White Stripes, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind). Half the film is Dave making preparations, talking to locals, and rehearsing. The other half is footage from the show, which includes Mos Def, Jill Scott, Kanye West, Erykah Badu, Common, Dead Prez, The Roots, and The Fugees, among others. The whole thing explored a usually hidden side of hip-hop culture. It was full of great political and social commentaries, and it just made me feel excited about the future of our country and hopeful of better times for its citizens. The film wasn't shy or apologetic, and captured a great state of mind. This was the challenge I was looking for.
Speaking of movies, immediately after the Oscars, I headed up to Ogden to catch the late showing of Dave Chappelle's Block Party. Not only was it entertaining, but it was a total feel-good documentary of a party I wish I could have attended in person. I think a lot of people are expecting it to be merely an extension of his show on Comedy Central, but it's not. It may not be as funny, but it's definitely more fun.
Basically, in September of 2004, Mr. Chappelle organised a giant free concert in Brooklyn, paying for all expenses with his own money. The result was filmed by Michel Gondry (videos for Bjork, The White Stripes, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind). Half the film is Dave making preparations, talking to locals, and rehearsing. The other half is footage from the show, which includes Mos Def, Jill Scott, Kanye West, Erykah Badu, Common, Dead Prez, The Roots, and The Fugees, among others. The whole thing explored a usually hidden side of hip-hop culture. It was full of great political and social commentaries, and it just made me feel excited about the future of our country and hopeful of better times for its citizens. The film wasn't shy or apologetic, and captured a great state of mind. This was the challenge I was looking for.
Rubbing Elbows
I picked the wrong weekend to send my computer in for maintenance. I signed up for the Apple ProCare Plan last week, which includes a yearly diagnostics/cleaning/check-up for my PowerBook. I took it down to the Apple Store in SLC on Friday, and just got it back today. Such bad planning. I totally forgot that I'm switching to night shift next week, and I've been trying to stay up late all weekend and sleep during the day. It's not a good thing to be internet-less when I'm trying to stay awake, and there's NOTHING on television.
Luckily, it was a very social weekend. John called me at 10:30 PM Friday and asked if I wanted to go hang out at Brian and Ryan's down in SLC (though Ryan is currently touring Europe right now. Yes, I'm jealous.). Of course, I went, and I'm glad I did. It's always great hanging out down there, and I got to meet some new people, including Scott McCoy, a Utah State Senator. We didn't get back until 4 AM.
Last night, we pretty much did the same thing, only this time, after going out to eat and hanging at Brian and Ryan's, we went to a party at Scott's house, which was really cool.
I kept forgetting that I had my camera, but I did manage to take a couple pictures:
Anyway, tonight, I'm gonna watch the Oscars, and then, if there's time, maybe catch a movie afterward. I have to go in to the armory at 4 AM, so if I can make it until then, I should be okay. Feel free to give me a call at 2:30 AM...if you're up.
Luckily, it was a very social weekend. John called me at 10:30 PM Friday and asked if I wanted to go hang out at Brian and Ryan's down in SLC (though Ryan is currently touring Europe right now. Yes, I'm jealous.). Of course, I went, and I'm glad I did. It's always great hanging out down there, and I got to meet some new people, including Scott McCoy, a Utah State Senator. We didn't get back until 4 AM.
Last night, we pretty much did the same thing, only this time, after going out to eat and hanging at Brian and Ryan's, we went to a party at Scott's house, which was really cool.
I kept forgetting that I had my camera, but I did manage to take a couple pictures:
Anyway, tonight, I'm gonna watch the Oscars, and then, if there's time, maybe catch a movie afterward. I have to go in to the armory at 4 AM, so if I can make it until then, I should be okay. Feel free to give me a call at 2:30 AM...if you're up.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
The fact that I'm on RST this week is the only thing that allows me enough free time for this.
Today's conversation with Abby via text message:
A: My tummy was growling so loud i was almost embarrassed
C: Grrrrrrrr! Like a bear. I went to star bucks this morning and they didn't have soy milk for my latte.
A: Ag sad day ... Did u get nonfat instead
C: No. All they had was 2%. I grabbed a comment card so I can tell them what's what.
A: Yeah i'm sure u will lol
C: Do you doubt my powers?
A: No i'm just on the reality side of niceness
C: You're so politically correct
A: Lol your such a passive activist :)
C: I'm just a people pleaser
A: Lol ain't that the truth
C: And how are you classified?
A: Hum maybe a thinker/dreamer not a doer
C: Whatever. You're totally a doer. You go to school and work and are active at church. I sometimes get depressed if i have nothing going on.
A: Yeah that's true but i still have a lot that i think about doing and don't ... I dunno maybe that's wisdom
C: For you, it's wisdom. For me, it's laziness.
A: Lol i no i have some of that 2
A: My tummy was growling so loud i was almost embarrassed
C: Grrrrrrrr! Like a bear. I went to star bucks this morning and they didn't have soy milk for my latte.
A: Ag sad day ... Did u get nonfat instead
C: No. All they had was 2%. I grabbed a comment card so I can tell them what's what.
A: Yeah i'm sure u will lol
C: Do you doubt my powers?
A: No i'm just on the reality side of niceness
C: You're so politically correct
A: Lol your such a passive activist :)
C: I'm just a people pleaser
A: Lol ain't that the truth
C: And how are you classified?
A: Hum maybe a thinker/dreamer not a doer
C: Whatever. You're totally a doer. You go to school and work and are active at church. I sometimes get depressed if i have nothing going on.
A: Yeah that's true but i still have a lot that i think about doing and don't ... I dunno maybe that's wisdom
C: For you, it's wisdom. For me, it's laziness.
A: Lol i no i have some of that 2
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