Yesterday afternoon, Camilla, Chris, Jonathan, and I went out to Antelope Island, the largest island in the Great Salt Lake. It's literally right down the road from my house, so I don't know why it's taken me so long to go out there. Nor do I know why it's called "Antelope Island" because we didn't see a single one. But we did see a small herd of bison. This is a shot on the beach where we sat most of the afternoon. The discolouration in the sand isn't from the water. It's millions of tiny little dead brine shrimp, which is kinda disgusting. This is why the lake smells so bad in the summer, but yesterday, it smelled like the ocean, which was cool. Here are some more pictures:
The weather has been really nice lately, and we didn't want to miss the opportunity to enjoy the sun. The sky was so blue with just the perfect mix of those little wispy white clouds. After laying on the beach, we drove around the island for a while.
We walked out into the water for a bit, which is really shallow. Jonathan said you could walk out for several hundred yards and you wouldn't get any more than knee-deep. And that at its deepest, the Great Salt Lake is maybe only 30 feet.
There aren't any rivers flowing out of the lake, which is why it's so salty, and the water is very still. One of the coolest things is how it acts as a mirror to the surrounding mountains.
The Utah state bird is the seagull. And of course, there's a story to go with that.
The sun was setting as we were leaving the island, creating a beautiful scene. I'd never been to Antelope Island before, but I'll definitely be going back.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Where everybody knows your name
Yesterday was Saint Patrick's Day, and I didn't do anything particularly Irish. I didn't even drink that much. But I did go out with a bunch of friends to the Urban Lounge. Every so often, they have a party there referred to as "Ted Dancin'." (Get it?) They play everything from 60s soul to 70s pop to 80s new wave to 90s hip-hop to 00s alt-rock and everything in between. We arrived at 10:30 PM and didn't stop dancing until they kicked us out at 2 AM. And its one of those cool, unpretentious places where you can just go out and dance and you don't have to be dancing with someone in particular and everyone is just having a good time. Unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures, but I'm sure I'll be going again sometime soon.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Eat your heart out, Betty Crocker!
When I helped Katie move a few weeks ago, we stopped for a break at Coffee Garden. In the confectionary case, they had some brownies that looked mighty delectable. I got one, and it was probably one of the best things I've ever tasted in my life. But I couldn't put my finger on what made it so good. I gave Katie a bite, and the first thing she said was, "almond extract." She certainly has a well-trained palate.
The other night when I made brownies, I tossed in a couple teaspoons of almond extract, and it has made all the difference. If you happen to make some brownies and follow my suggestion, be sure to thank Katie.
The other night when I made brownies, I tossed in a couple teaspoons of almond extract, and it has made all the difference. If you happen to make some brownies and follow my suggestion, be sure to thank Katie.
Trip It Up and Down
I did a lot of manual labour at work today. Jim and I personally moved, by hand, three pallets of dry chemicals, bag by 50-lb. bag. It was a lot of work, and I decided that I was going to skip my run today. Plus, everyone in the shop went to the club after work for a drink, like they do every Friday. I don't usually join them, but felt like socialising with my co-workers, so I made an exception.
I only had one drink (a bourbon on the rocks), and as I was going home afterward, I passed the gym and thought, "What the hell! I'll go for a run anyway." I've now decided the best way to run is after a shot of booze. I felt like I could have run for miles and miles, but was reaching the thirty-minute limit on the treadmill. I think I'll start keeping my flask in my truck so I can take a swig or two before going into the gym. Those extra pounds are going to be more fun to lose than I thought.
I only had one drink (a bourbon on the rocks), and as I was going home afterward, I passed the gym and thought, "What the hell! I'll go for a run anyway." I've now decided the best way to run is after a shot of booze. I felt like I could have run for miles and miles, but was reaching the thirty-minute limit on the treadmill. I think I'll start keeping my flask in my truck so I can take a swig or two before going into the gym. Those extra pounds are going to be more fun to lose than I thought.
Around the World
When I was in the desert, there was a really cool girl in my shop from Cannon AFB, New Mexico, Nadine. We had similar senses of humour, and made each other laugh quite a bit.
Nadine has a good friend stationed here at Hill, and has been visiting for the past few days. Last night, she and her friend, Wendy, came to Rooster's. We had a great time catching up and telling stories. It was really good to see her again.
After getting home from Rooster's, I started getting calls from several friends down at a bar in SLC, so I decided to go down. I tried to have fun, but I just wasn't feeling it. It wasn't a horrible time, but I kinda wish I had just stayed home instead. I've been a little soured on going out lately. It seems to have lost its appeal. I still enjoy hanging out with friends and tossing back a drink or two, but a quiet, intimate evening with a few friends seems much more interesting than a crowded club where the music is bad and too loud. I still have plans to go out Saturday for St. Patrick's Day, which will include a loud, crowded club, but my main goal is to dance, and I totally plan on meeting that goal. But after that, I think I'm going to lay low for a while.
Nadine has a good friend stationed here at Hill, and has been visiting for the past few days. Last night, she and her friend, Wendy, came to Rooster's. We had a great time catching up and telling stories. It was really good to see her again.
After getting home from Rooster's, I started getting calls from several friends down at a bar in SLC, so I decided to go down. I tried to have fun, but I just wasn't feeling it. It wasn't a horrible time, but I kinda wish I had just stayed home instead. I've been a little soured on going out lately. It seems to have lost its appeal. I still enjoy hanging out with friends and tossing back a drink or two, but a quiet, intimate evening with a few friends seems much more interesting than a crowded club where the music is bad and too loud. I still have plans to go out Saturday for St. Patrick's Day, which will include a loud, crowded club, but my main goal is to dance, and I totally plan on meeting that goal. But after that, I think I'm going to lay low for a while.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Mirror, Mirror
My friend Ken has been in class since we got back from the desert, and I haven't really seen him very much. Today, he was in the shop, and said to me, "Don't take this the wrong way, but have you put on some weight?"
But then, this afternoon, I was getting my hair trimmed, and the lady cutting my hair kept getting all the other girls to come and check out my eyes and how pretty they are. When I told her I'd never been married, she replied, "I find that hard to believe." That definitely gave me a little boost.
By the way, Ken, I didn't take it the wrong way. I know I'm getting a little plump. I'm working on it. Of course, this has nothing to do with the fact I made a pan of brownies tonight. Those damn anorexics have so much will power.
But then, this afternoon, I was getting my hair trimmed, and the lady cutting my hair kept getting all the other girls to come and check out my eyes and how pretty they are. When I told her I'd never been married, she replied, "I find that hard to believe." That definitely gave me a little boost.
By the way, Ken, I didn't take it the wrong way. I know I'm getting a little plump. I'm working on it. Of course, this has nothing to do with the fact I made a pan of brownies tonight. Those damn anorexics have so much will power.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Eve of Departure
Last night was Averi's last night in town before heading back to Colorado. So she, Drew, Becky, John, and I went out to dinner. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.
After dinner, we walked around the Gateway, and, of course, went into the Apple Store to take these funny pictures. I can't wait until Averi makes it back into town again.
After dinner, we walked around the Gateway, and, of course, went into the Apple Store to take these funny pictures. I can't wait until Averi makes it back into town again.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Fat Tire
Since I've gotten back from the desert, my running schedule has been sporadic, at best. On top of that, my eating habbits aren't exactly healthy. My main meals are fine, but I tend to snack on a lot of junk inbetween. One thing I've been quite good on is my alcohol intake. It's much less than it was before I left, and of that, I'm proud.
Today at work, Johnny and I were changing out a big, heavy valve. I was bent over turning a wrench on a bolt beneath the valve, and I happened to look down and see my gut hanging over my belt. I immediately sucked in my stomach, hoping nobody else had seen what I'd seen. I weighed myself when I got home, but it didn't seem grossly high. I think I've lost a lot of muscle and it's been replaced by even more fat. Ugh.
I'm making a pact with myself to get rid of this gut before summer. My only concrete motivation is my annual fitness test in May. But my best motivation is to just be happy with myself. I'm lucky I haven't slipped into my post-deployment depression, especially as little as I've been running. If I can keep up with a good gym schedule, I should be able to prevent any kind of depression from setting in. Feel free to call me out if I reveal that I've skipped my run for no good reason. I'm counting on you, Internet!
Today at work, Johnny and I were changing out a big, heavy valve. I was bent over turning a wrench on a bolt beneath the valve, and I happened to look down and see my gut hanging over my belt. I immediately sucked in my stomach, hoping nobody else had seen what I'd seen. I weighed myself when I got home, but it didn't seem grossly high. I think I've lost a lot of muscle and it's been replaced by even more fat. Ugh.
I'm making a pact with myself to get rid of this gut before summer. My only concrete motivation is my annual fitness test in May. But my best motivation is to just be happy with myself. I'm lucky I haven't slipped into my post-deployment depression, especially as little as I've been running. If I can keep up with a good gym schedule, I should be able to prevent any kind of depression from setting in. Feel free to call me out if I reveal that I've skipped my run for no good reason. I'm counting on you, Internet!
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Brothers and Sisters
Drew's sister Averi is an art major at Colorado State University, and puts out some very fine work. She's on spring break this week, and drove in Friday night to spend some time with her brother in Tooele. They had a big barbecue yesterday, and we all went out to have some fun.
Averi is starting to sell a lot of her art, and she brought some for us to see. I was very impressed, not just with her work, but with the processes she used to make each piece and the stories behind them.
John and I went down early because Drew needed help putting up a new screen door, which was much more difficult than one would think. But really, it just meant we could start drinking earlier.
It looks like John and Averi are getting ready to kiss, but they're just...well, maybe the are getting ready to kiss.
Kristen, you make it too easy. No comment.
Since it was a fairly big occasion, I picked up a party ball on base. It's over five gallons of beer, and I was surprised at how quickly we emptied it. Of course, both Drew and John were present. Now that I think about it, I'm not surprised at all.
One thing we frequently do at Drew and Becky's is play a game called Pop 5. It's usually men against women, and gets very competitive. I somehow always get stuck playing for the girls, but that's probably why we always win. My crowning achievement yesterday was getting the girls to guess "Atkins Diet" using nothing but a lump of clay. Yeah, I'm that good.
Averi is seriously one of the coolest girls I've ever met. I can't wait to be walking through a gallery one day and see her work. And I'll have one of her pieces hanging in my living room.
Averi is starting to sell a lot of her art, and she brought some for us to see. I was very impressed, not just with her work, but with the processes she used to make each piece and the stories behind them.
John and I went down early because Drew needed help putting up a new screen door, which was much more difficult than one would think. But really, it just meant we could start drinking earlier.
It looks like John and Averi are getting ready to kiss, but they're just...well, maybe the are getting ready to kiss.
Kristen, you make it too easy. No comment.
Since it was a fairly big occasion, I picked up a party ball on base. It's over five gallons of beer, and I was surprised at how quickly we emptied it. Of course, both Drew and John were present. Now that I think about it, I'm not surprised at all.
One thing we frequently do at Drew and Becky's is play a game called Pop 5. It's usually men against women, and gets very competitive. I somehow always get stuck playing for the girls, but that's probably why we always win. My crowning achievement yesterday was getting the girls to guess "Atkins Diet" using nothing but a lump of clay. Yeah, I'm that good.
Averi is seriously one of the coolest girls I've ever met. I can't wait to be walking through a gallery one day and see her work. And I'll have one of her pieces hanging in my living room.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Bears On Ice
Last night, Nick, Chris, Doug, and I went to see a Utah Grizzlies ice hockey game. The Grizzles are an independent minor league team that play in the E Center in West Valley City. Hockey isn't exactly huge around here, so it's easy to buy a cheap ticket and then just go sit wherever you want.
I'm not much of a sports kind of guy, but hockey is really fun to watch, especially live. It's very fast-paced, plus you can drink beer. The Grizzlies played the Bakersfield Condors, who are first in their division. I happened to take this picture right when Utah scored, hence the guys with their arms in the air. Though they put up a good fight, the Grizzlies lost in overtime, 5-4. Still, it was fun to do something different.
I'm not much of a sports kind of guy, but hockey is really fun to watch, especially live. It's very fast-paced, plus you can drink beer. The Grizzlies played the Bakersfield Condors, who are first in their division. I happened to take this picture right when Utah scored, hence the guys with their arms in the air. Though they put up a good fight, the Grizzlies lost in overtime, 5-4. Still, it was fun to do something different.
Camera Obscura
I never lose things. I've never lost my keys. I've never lost a cell phone (though I did accidentally wash one once). I've never lost a dog. I've only briefly lost my sanity. But when it comes to cameras, I don't have the best track record. Sometime early last week, I lost my Canon SD400. It was a great camera, and I'm really frustrated with myself. This is the third camera I've lost since I moved to Utah. (But, in my defence, I did find camera number one. Then I sold it.) After a week and a half of no luck, I finally opted to buy a new one.
After much research, I decided on the Canon SD800 IS. I've tried other brands before, but Canons always seem to take the best pictures. This one is a 7.1 megapixel and had the best review on CNET.
Buying the camera was an odyssey in itself. I tried all the locally owned camera stores around here, but not one carried it. I reluctantly went to Circuit City to see if they had it. They did, but it took so long to get anyone to help me, I gave up and left. Then I went to Best Buy. They carried the camera, but didn't have any in stock. I went back home to do some online research, and decided to head back to Circuit City because I didn't feel like driving an hour to the Best Buy in Provo to get the damn camera. It still took forever for a salesperson to even acknowledge my existence, but I finally got the camera I wanted. Printed on my receipt was an online customer survey, which I promptly filled out with details of my unpleasant visit. I hope they really read those things.
Anyway, today was our annual squadron ski day. Several of us went up to Snowbasin, and I had the first opportunity to use my new camera. And I'm quite pleased with how they turned out.
It was a really warm day. Some people were skiing in nothing more than pants and a t-shirt. I wanted to shed a layer or two, but didn't want to walk all the way to my truck. Regardless, we had a great day full of powder, bourbon, and Z's unique style of uncontrolled downhill chaos.
After much research, I decided on the Canon SD800 IS. I've tried other brands before, but Canons always seem to take the best pictures. This one is a 7.1 megapixel and had the best review on CNET.
Buying the camera was an odyssey in itself. I tried all the locally owned camera stores around here, but not one carried it. I reluctantly went to Circuit City to see if they had it. They did, but it took so long to get anyone to help me, I gave up and left. Then I went to Best Buy. They carried the camera, but didn't have any in stock. I went back home to do some online research, and decided to head back to Circuit City because I didn't feel like driving an hour to the Best Buy in Provo to get the damn camera. It still took forever for a salesperson to even acknowledge my existence, but I finally got the camera I wanted. Printed on my receipt was an online customer survey, which I promptly filled out with details of my unpleasant visit. I hope they really read those things.
Anyway, today was our annual squadron ski day. Several of us went up to Snowbasin, and I had the first opportunity to use my new camera. And I'm quite pleased with how they turned out.
It was a really warm day. Some people were skiing in nothing more than pants and a t-shirt. I wanted to shed a layer or two, but didn't want to walk all the way to my truck. Regardless, we had a great day full of powder, bourbon, and Z's unique style of uncontrolled downhill chaos.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Let's meet our panelists...
I'm not really a big radio listener. I used to stick with CDs, until last year when I got my iPod hard-wired into my truck (which was probably the best investment I ever made). But over the past two years I've been living in Utah, National Public Radio has been broadcast from my speakers more and more. And now that I spend so much time at work driving around the base in a truck with only a radio, I've gotten my co-workers hooked on it, too. Favourite programmes include The Diane Rehm Show and All Things Considered.
Another favourite is the news quiz show Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me. It's kind of like Comedy Central's The Daily Show--Informative AND funny. It airs Saturday mornings at 11 AM, so I rarely get the chance to hear it live. Luckily, I can download the podcast and listen to it anytime. When I was driving to and from Vegas, my listening schedule would alternate from music for an hour to an episode of "Wait Wait." It definitely made the six-hour trek go by quickly. I'm also exited that they'll be broadcasting live from Salt Lake City on June 14th. It's a few months away, but I'm planning on being in the studio audience. Anybody wanna come with?
Another favourite is the news quiz show Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me. It's kind of like Comedy Central's The Daily Show--Informative AND funny. It airs Saturday mornings at 11 AM, so I rarely get the chance to hear it live. Luckily, I can download the podcast and listen to it anytime. When I was driving to and from Vegas, my listening schedule would alternate from music for an hour to an episode of "Wait Wait." It definitely made the six-hour trek go by quickly. I'm also exited that they'll be broadcasting live from Salt Lake City on June 14th. It's a few months away, but I'm planning on being in the studio audience. Anybody wanna come with?
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Lost on the Strip
Many of you have heard me speak of Dan, who was stationed with me at Nellis. It was the first assignment for both of us, and, as rookies in the Air Force, we found we had a lot in common. Over those three and a half years in Vegas, we were pretty much inseparable; but in October of 2000, I headed over to Japan and Dan went back home to Maryland.
Dan and I have kept in touch sporadically over the years, but never fail to meet up anytime we're in the vicinity of each other, usually when I'm flying through Baltimore on the way to or from the desert. Dan was visiting Vegas this week with his family, and invited me down to hang out for a couple days. And you know I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to hang out with a great friend (or go to Vegas).
The weekend was full of revisiting places we used to hang out back in the day. Dan and I met up Sunday afternoon and headed straight to Gardunos, one of our favourite Mexican restaurants. After that, we had a few beers at the Crown & Anchor. We then went to the House of Blues inside Mandalay Bay to catch Purple Reign.
Purple Reign is a Prince cover band that used to perform at a college bar next to UNLV called Tom & Jerry's. Dan and I used to go every Wednesday night to see them (and for 25 cent pitchers). The guy who impersonates Prince is amazingly accurate, and their show, albeit small, was full of heart. They've since had a change in the line-up of the band, but the main guy is still the same. They now have a standing gig at the House of Blues, which is a step up in Vegas terms. The venue was packed and Dan and I had a great time drinking and singing along to "Raspberry Beret" and "Erotic City."
After we left there, we hit up the Double Down Saloon, a little punk-rock dive bar with a great jukebox and some very interesting videos playing. After that, it was really late, so we decided to crash.
The next day, we went up to our old stomping grounds at Nellis and checked out our old squadron (the 820th Red Horse), which was practically desolate since they were mostly deployed. We spent the rest of the day walking around the Strip and catching up. It was great to see him again.
Monday night, after dropping Dan off, I headed over to Melissa and Andy's house. I hadn't seen them since May and I was amazed at how big Damien had gotten. He loved to give kisses with big, puckered lips (hence the picture). Thanks to them for letting me crash at their place Monday night.
I left early yesterday afternoon, and, after a short stop at Brewvies for a beer with John, Mike, and Jake, finally got home around 10-ish. It was a great trip, and I'm glad I went. I get nostalgic for Vegas sometimes, just because I had so much fun there. I know if I ever got stationed there again, it could never compare to the first time; but it sure is fun to reminisce.
Dan and I have kept in touch sporadically over the years, but never fail to meet up anytime we're in the vicinity of each other, usually when I'm flying through Baltimore on the way to or from the desert. Dan was visiting Vegas this week with his family, and invited me down to hang out for a couple days. And you know I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to hang out with a great friend (or go to Vegas).
The weekend was full of revisiting places we used to hang out back in the day. Dan and I met up Sunday afternoon and headed straight to Gardunos, one of our favourite Mexican restaurants. After that, we had a few beers at the Crown & Anchor. We then went to the House of Blues inside Mandalay Bay to catch Purple Reign.
Purple Reign is a Prince cover band that used to perform at a college bar next to UNLV called Tom & Jerry's. Dan and I used to go every Wednesday night to see them (and for 25 cent pitchers). The guy who impersonates Prince is amazingly accurate, and their show, albeit small, was full of heart. They've since had a change in the line-up of the band, but the main guy is still the same. They now have a standing gig at the House of Blues, which is a step up in Vegas terms. The venue was packed and Dan and I had a great time drinking and singing along to "Raspberry Beret" and "Erotic City."
After we left there, we hit up the Double Down Saloon, a little punk-rock dive bar with a great jukebox and some very interesting videos playing. After that, it was really late, so we decided to crash.
The next day, we went up to our old stomping grounds at Nellis and checked out our old squadron (the 820th Red Horse), which was practically desolate since they were mostly deployed. We spent the rest of the day walking around the Strip and catching up. It was great to see him again.
Monday night, after dropping Dan off, I headed over to Melissa and Andy's house. I hadn't seen them since May and I was amazed at how big Damien had gotten. He loved to give kisses with big, puckered lips (hence the picture). Thanks to them for letting me crash at their place Monday night.
I left early yesterday afternoon, and, after a short stop at Brewvies for a beer with John, Mike, and Jake, finally got home around 10-ish. It was a great trip, and I'm glad I went. I get nostalgic for Vegas sometimes, just because I had so much fun there. I know if I ever got stationed there again, it could never compare to the first time; but it sure is fun to reminisce.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Taking the Long Way
Caleb has been in school in Monterey, California for the past year. But now he's on his way to Washington, DC to start his new job. And on his massive road trip across the country, he stopped in Utah to hang out for a couple days.
He arrived Friday afternoon, and after some catching up, we headed down to SLC for an evening of drunken fun. Saturday, we went boarding at Snowbasin. We've had a lot of snow this week, and the conditions were even better than expected.
Caleb's got a lot of driving to do, so he left this morning. The last time I saw him (a few weeks ago in San Francisco) was over too soon, and it was great to have actual conversation with him this time. I know I've said this before, but it's so great to have friends in different areas of the world. And now I have another one in the DC area. Have a safe trip, man.
Speaking of road trips, I'm going to be leaving in a couple hours to head down to Vegas for a few days. I'm not sure for how long, but I'm off work all week, and I'm determined to have some fun. Pictures and narrative to follow upon my return. Late.
He arrived Friday afternoon, and after some catching up, we headed down to SLC for an evening of drunken fun. Saturday, we went boarding at Snowbasin. We've had a lot of snow this week, and the conditions were even better than expected.
Caleb's got a lot of driving to do, so he left this morning. The last time I saw him (a few weeks ago in San Francisco) was over too soon, and it was great to have actual conversation with him this time. I know I've said this before, but it's so great to have friends in different areas of the world. And now I have another one in the DC area. Have a safe trip, man.
Speaking of road trips, I'm going to be leaving in a couple hours to head down to Vegas for a few days. I'm not sure for how long, but I'm off work all week, and I'm determined to have some fun. Pictures and narrative to follow upon my return. Late.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Like it's November '03 all over again
I don't know what it is with me. I get excited over things and when they don't pan out the way I'd hoped (or at all), then I crash hard. I'm hurting, and I'm going to be hurting for a while. They say time heals all wounds. I sure hope so.
Luckily, Caleb is coming into town this weekend, and that's a guaranteed good time. We're hitting the slopes tomorrow, and we've had tons of snow this week, so the conditions will be great. Thank God for friends, indeed.
Luckily, Caleb is coming into town this weekend, and that's a guaranteed good time. We're hitting the slopes tomorrow, and we've had tons of snow this week, so the conditions will be great. Thank God for friends, indeed.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Common Curtis-y
My parents are great parents. And one of the many things for which I'm grateful is how they instilled in me a sense of decency. They made sure I had proper manners and knew how to treat people with kindness and respect. That's something that sticks with me to this day. Yet, the more places I travel and the more people I meet, I get the impression that other people's parents had other values. Or maybe they just didn't stick.
One thing I can't stand is being stood up or left hanging. If I say I'm going to be a certain place at a certain time, I'm there. And if something comes up or I'm going to be late, then I call and let whomever I'm meeting know the situation. Does that seem difficult to anyone else? Even a text message would be better than waiting around, expecting someone to arrive. Not only does that waste my time, it makes me feel like a loser.
Nearly as bad is when someone is ambivalent about hanging out. I'd rather hear, "No," than, "Maybe." That just makes me feel like the person might like to hang out with me, but won't commit in case something better comes along. Come on! Grow a pair and make a decision.
This is, by no means, refers to everyone or even a majority. But it's always the select few who rain on the parade.
Well, that's all starting to change. These situations have happened to me more than once by several people since I've gotten back from the desert; and I'm finally getting to the point where it doesn't bother me anymore. At first, I decided not to put any effort into my friendships that were coming up empty. But then I decided that wasn't a very Christian thing to do. I'm still not bothered by those that blow me off; but I won't quit. I will continue to call and invite and text and whatever else I need to do until someone tells me, "Please leave me alone." (And since I'm such a cool guy, I doubt that will ever happen.) I just think that the people that are the hardest to love are the ones that need love the most. I've put a lot of time and effort into my friendships, and I'm not going to toss it away. I refuse to give up.
Sorry if I sounded preachy there for a minute. But sometimes having a blog is very cathartic and it's good to get this stuff off my chest. Thanks for reading.
One thing I can't stand is being stood up or left hanging. If I say I'm going to be a certain place at a certain time, I'm there. And if something comes up or I'm going to be late, then I call and let whomever I'm meeting know the situation. Does that seem difficult to anyone else? Even a text message would be better than waiting around, expecting someone to arrive. Not only does that waste my time, it makes me feel like a loser.
Nearly as bad is when someone is ambivalent about hanging out. I'd rather hear, "No," than, "Maybe." That just makes me feel like the person might like to hang out with me, but won't commit in case something better comes along. Come on! Grow a pair and make a decision.
This is, by no means, refers to everyone or even a majority. But it's always the select few who rain on the parade.
Well, that's all starting to change. These situations have happened to me more than once by several people since I've gotten back from the desert; and I'm finally getting to the point where it doesn't bother me anymore. At first, I decided not to put any effort into my friendships that were coming up empty. But then I decided that wasn't a very Christian thing to do. I'm still not bothered by those that blow me off; but I won't quit. I will continue to call and invite and text and whatever else I need to do until someone tells me, "Please leave me alone." (And since I'm such a cool guy, I doubt that will ever happen.) I just think that the people that are the hardest to love are the ones that need love the most. I've put a lot of time and effort into my friendships, and I'm not going to toss it away. I refuse to give up.
Sorry if I sounded preachy there for a minute. But sometimes having a blog is very cathartic and it's good to get this stuff off my chest. Thanks for reading.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Predictably Unpredictable
I laid around all day Sunday because Friday and Saturday were both exhausting, and I just needed some rest. Yesterday, I got home from work and laid on my bed and didn't move until this morning. Not because I was still tired, but just because I couldn't find the motivation to do anything. And the whole time I was laying there, all I could think was how my post-deployment depression was probably setting in.
But today has been super. I woke up in a great mood, had a productive day at work, hit the gym for an hour after work, and ran errands after that. I'm optimistic and feeling good. Why the sudden change? I wish I knew. Maybe I'm just moody. Maybe it's something to do with the allignment of the planets. Maybe I'm becoming bi-polar. I'd be the first one in my family with any kind of major mental illness.
Moods are such a weird thing. Most of the time, it's circumstances or a certain chain of events that determine how we feel. But what about those days when we just wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Or the days when nothing seems to go right, yet we can't stop smiling? All those brain waves and chemicals in our bodies are doing something, but I'm sure God has a hand in it, too. I just wish I could get a handle on it a little better.
But today has been super. I woke up in a great mood, had a productive day at work, hit the gym for an hour after work, and ran errands after that. I'm optimistic and feeling good. Why the sudden change? I wish I knew. Maybe I'm just moody. Maybe it's something to do with the allignment of the planets. Maybe I'm becoming bi-polar. I'd be the first one in my family with any kind of major mental illness.
Moods are such a weird thing. Most of the time, it's circumstances or a certain chain of events that determine how we feel. But what about those days when we just wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Or the days when nothing seems to go right, yet we can't stop smiling? All those brain waves and chemicals in our bodies are doing something, but I'm sure God has a hand in it, too. I just wish I could get a handle on it a little better.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Movin' On Up
I know most people hate it, but I really enjoy helping people move. If I hear anyone saying they're going to be moving soon, I'm always the first to ask if they need help. I can't explain it. It's just me.
Today, Shanna and I helped Katie move into her new place. We started at noon and didn't finish until nearly seven o'clock, but it was fun. Plus, I got to hang out with Shanna, whom I don't get to see very often. She's quickly becoming one of my favourite people.
After dinner, we went to Area 51 for Fetish Night, where we met Robert, Mikey, & Floyd. We started out upstairs, and things seemed relatively tame compared to past Fetish Nights. Then we ventured downstairs. It was a total freak show. There's usually some kind of special show in one corner, featuring things such as live body modifications and people being suspended by piercings in their back. Tonight's was a lady whose entire body was shrink-wrapped in rubber, with only a small opening for her nose so she could breathe. After the rubber was formed to her body, people went up and rubbed her all over. It was surreal and kinda creepy. But I guess that's what Fetish Night is all about.
Shanna lives all the way down in Lehi, and Robert is moving to Portland next week, so I cherish any time we all get to hang out. I have the coolest friends ever.
Today, Shanna and I helped Katie move into her new place. We started at noon and didn't finish until nearly seven o'clock, but it was fun. Plus, I got to hang out with Shanna, whom I don't get to see very often. She's quickly becoming one of my favourite people.
After dinner, we went to Area 51 for Fetish Night, where we met Robert, Mikey, & Floyd. We started out upstairs, and things seemed relatively tame compared to past Fetish Nights. Then we ventured downstairs. It was a total freak show. There's usually some kind of special show in one corner, featuring things such as live body modifications and people being suspended by piercings in their back. Tonight's was a lady whose entire body was shrink-wrapped in rubber, with only a small opening for her nose so she could breathe. After the rubber was formed to her body, people went up and rubbed her all over. It was surreal and kinda creepy. But I guess that's what Fetish Night is all about.
Shanna lives all the way down in Lehi, and Robert is moving to Portland next week, so I cherish any time we all get to hang out. I have the coolest friends ever.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Get Myself Into It
Last night, after a martini at Kristauf's and meeting some cool new people, Jonathan and I got burritos, then hung out at Brian and Ryan's for a while. Around 10-ish, we went to the home of his friends, Freddy and Taylor, who live downtown. Their place is a half-block from the theatre that shows all the great indie films. They definitely earned cool points.
We hung out there for a while, then Jonathan, Chris, Taylor and I went to a place called the W Lounge. I hadn't been there before, even though Katie has asked me on more than one occasion. It was one of the coolest clubs to which I've ever been. It wasn't very big, but the DJ played a perfect mix of alt-dance and electroclash. The crowd was full of mixed urban hipsters and retro tattoo girls. I was in heaven. Katie showed up soon after we got there, and we all danced until they closed. I will be going back again soon.
We hung out there for a while, then Jonathan, Chris, Taylor and I went to a place called the W Lounge. I hadn't been there before, even though Katie has asked me on more than one occasion. It was one of the coolest clubs to which I've ever been. It wasn't very big, but the DJ played a perfect mix of alt-dance and electroclash. The crowd was full of mixed urban hipsters and retro tattoo girls. I was in heaven. Katie showed up soon after we got there, and we all danced until they closed. I will be going back again soon.
Let It Bump
We got a decent amount of snow last night, which made me very happy. It slowed down during the day, but I just looked out my window and it looks like a blizzard just blew in. Yeah, it's gonna be good boarding this weekend.
But first, a story about my day. I left home a little early this morning because of the snow, and it's a good thing. It took forever to get to work, but I still managed to make it onto base early. I was waiting at the stoplight right in front of my shop, when...BAM! I got rear-ended.
The guy who hit me was a 1st Lieutenant from the 388th in a little Hyundai. He was very apologetic and, it seemed, a little scared. The front of his car was pretty smashed, but my truck was practically undamaged. There's a minor dent that you wouldn't notice unless I showed you and you stared at it for a really long time. We called the cops, but when they arrived, they told us they don't handle personal car accidents when there aren't any injuries. So we exchaged information, and went on our ways. No harm, no foul.
The rest of the day was pretty hectic. We had pumps burning up and wells freaking out. Jim and I tried to fix a busted check valve, but only ended up soaking ourselves. Now it's the weekend, and I'm getting ready to head down to happy hour at Kristauf's. Should be a good time. And the tentative plan is to hit up Brighton on Sunday. Another storm is supposed to be coming through Saturday night, so the snow should be great. Weekends are the best.
But first, a story about my day. I left home a little early this morning because of the snow, and it's a good thing. It took forever to get to work, but I still managed to make it onto base early. I was waiting at the stoplight right in front of my shop, when...BAM! I got rear-ended.
The guy who hit me was a 1st Lieutenant from the 388th in a little Hyundai. He was very apologetic and, it seemed, a little scared. The front of his car was pretty smashed, but my truck was practically undamaged. There's a minor dent that you wouldn't notice unless I showed you and you stared at it for a really long time. We called the cops, but when they arrived, they told us they don't handle personal car accidents when there aren't any injuries. So we exchaged information, and went on our ways. No harm, no foul.
The rest of the day was pretty hectic. We had pumps burning up and wells freaking out. Jim and I tried to fix a busted check valve, but only ended up soaking ourselves. Now it's the weekend, and I'm getting ready to head down to happy hour at Kristauf's. Should be a good time. And the tentative plan is to hit up Brighton on Sunday. Another storm is supposed to be coming through Saturday night, so the snow should be great. Weekends are the best.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Spending My Time
I saved up a lot of money during my deployment, but spent a lot once I got back. I've been trying for a while not to spend money so frivolously, but I'm the kind of guy that can rationalise anything.
So what I've been doing lately, instead of going shopping or calling up friends to see if they want to toss back a beer or twelve, is trying to have chill nights at home. So far, it's not too bad. I've been reading and watching movies and finding some hysterical videos on the internet. Cases in point:
...and...
...and...
This is why I'm so glad Conan is taking over for Leno in a couple years. Plus that week when he had The White Stripes on every night. What does Leno have? Un-funny headline bloopers? Big deal. I'll take Letterman anyday. Once Letterman and Conan are on at the same time, that's when I'll have a real decision to make.
So what I've been doing lately, instead of going shopping or calling up friends to see if they want to toss back a beer or twelve, is trying to have chill nights at home. So far, it's not too bad. I've been reading and watching movies and finding some hysterical videos on the internet. Cases in point:
...and...
...and...
This is why I'm so glad Conan is taking over for Leno in a couple years. Plus that week when he had The White Stripes on every night. What does Leno have? Un-funny headline bloopers? Big deal. I'll take Letterman anyday. Once Letterman and Conan are on at the same time, that's when I'll have a real decision to make.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Get on the floor, let's dance some more!
When I was a junior in college, I got a job at a clothing store in the mall. It was a fun job, mostly because I worked with cool people. One of those cool people was a girl named Amy. She was a free-spirited, outspoken girl, and I was quite taken with her. One night, to my pleasant surprise, she invited me to a party at the house of her friend, Jimmy. Jimmy was one of the first openly gay people I'd ever met, and he was a trip. He had parties at his house all the time. Those in attendance were crazy, fun people, and I always had a good time whenever I went.
So, now to the point of the story: one night at one of Jimmy's parties, someone threw in an album by a band called Luscious Jackson. It was funky and hip and totally danceable, and I immediately fell in love. They became one of the defining bands of my college years. LJ released four albums over the course of the decade, and shortly after 1999's "Electric Honey," they split up (and I cried). I found out recently that they've reunited and have begun work on a new album (and I shouted with joy). Also, today, Jill Cunniff, one of the founding members, released her solo album "City Beach." No, it's not an LJ album, but it will have to do until the new one emerges. If you're interested, you should pick up "Natural Ingredients" or "Fever In Fever Out." You'll be glad you did.
After I joined the Air Force, I lost track of Amy. If I ever happen to see her again, I'm gonna give her a big hug and thank her for inviting me to those parties and introducing me to such a great band.
So, now to the point of the story: one night at one of Jimmy's parties, someone threw in an album by a band called Luscious Jackson. It was funky and hip and totally danceable, and I immediately fell in love. They became one of the defining bands of my college years. LJ released four albums over the course of the decade, and shortly after 1999's "Electric Honey," they split up (and I cried). I found out recently that they've reunited and have begun work on a new album (and I shouted with joy). Also, today, Jill Cunniff, one of the founding members, released her solo album "City Beach." No, it's not an LJ album, but it will have to do until the new one emerges. If you're interested, you should pick up "Natural Ingredients" or "Fever In Fever Out." You'll be glad you did.
After I joined the Air Force, I lost track of Amy. If I ever happen to see her again, I'm gonna give her a big hug and thank her for inviting me to those parties and introducing me to such a great band.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Canvas of Flesh
This weekend was the third annual SLC International Tattoo Convention. I've missed it that past two years for various reasons, but made it down yesterday for a few hours. You wouldn't think a tattoo convention would thrive in such a conservative area, but it was really impressive. My friend Mark got some really nice work done yesterday. I spent the afternoon walking around to the various booths and checking out the different styles of the artists, who came from as far away as Germany. I got some great ideas. My Mom has forbidden me to get any more ink, but I'm sorry. I just can't stop.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Another Year Older
Last night, Tanya threw a birthday party for Caleb, who turns 26 today. There were a lot of people there, including some people I'd never met, and a few I hadn't seen in a long time. There was drinking...
...and dancing...
...and poker...
...and, of course, cake.
Kevin was there, and I hadn't seen him in over a year.
There were three different Ryans there.
Yeah, Caleb's totally froin'. Hope you have a great birthday, man.
...and dancing...
...and poker...
...and, of course, cake.
Kevin was there, and I hadn't seen him in over a year.
There were three different Ryans there.
Yeah, Caleb's totally froin'. Hope you have a great birthday, man.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
It Just Don't Stop
We all know I'm a live music addict, and one of the first things I did when I got home was get online to see who was coming through town. I was excited to see The Shins were coming through on February 16th. But, wait... Uh-oh. The Roots are coming on the same night. Decisions, decisions. After mulling it over and remembering I'd already seen The Shins before, I opted to see The Roots. So, last night, I headed up to Harry O's in Park City. I made the right call.
Doors were supposed to open at 8, but I arrived at 8:20 to see a line of people standing outside, shivering in the cold. We waited in line until 9, when we finally got inside. Luckily, we didn't have to wait long before Lupe Fiasco took the stage. Lupe is a Chicago-bred protege of Kanye West (you may have heard him on West's "Touch The Sky"). His rhymes are really creative and he avoids the pitfalls of most rappers, focusing on love, politics, and hope in life's struggles instead of murder, drugs, and misogyny. He was full of energy and a great choice for an opener.
After only a ten-minute set change (possibly the shortest in concert history), The Roots took the stage. The Roots are a very unique force in underground hip-hop. They're an actual band with very organic feel, and, like Lupe Fiasco, breathe fresh air into a genre that's become cliche. Harry O's is a relatively small venue, and they had a very commanding presence. It didn't hurt that I was really close to the stage, as you can see. There were at least nine musicians performing on the stage at any given time, to include a four-piece horn section (with a sousaphone!). Lead MC Tariq "Black Thought" Trotter and drummer/DJ Ahmir "?uestlove" Thompson have been together a long time, and the chemistry and energy on stage was contagious.
They played songs from all nine of their studio albums for three (!) hours, without slowing down once. I was mesmerized. They even played a few covers, including "Roxanne" by the Police and Bob Dylan's "Masters of War," which is as truthful today as it was forty years ago.
They thrived on their performance, blending live intstrumentation and old-school freestyling into an energetic show with plenty of crowd participation. They came alive like few bands before them. If you've ever seen Dave Chappelle's Block Party for which The Roots were the house band, you know they're the real thing. This was, without a doubt, one of the best shows I've ever seen (and I've seen a LOT). I've been a fan of The Roots for a long time, but now I'm a fanatic.
Doors were supposed to open at 8, but I arrived at 8:20 to see a line of people standing outside, shivering in the cold. We waited in line until 9, when we finally got inside. Luckily, we didn't have to wait long before Lupe Fiasco took the stage. Lupe is a Chicago-bred protege of Kanye West (you may have heard him on West's "Touch The Sky"). His rhymes are really creative and he avoids the pitfalls of most rappers, focusing on love, politics, and hope in life's struggles instead of murder, drugs, and misogyny. He was full of energy and a great choice for an opener.
After only a ten-minute set change (possibly the shortest in concert history), The Roots took the stage. The Roots are a very unique force in underground hip-hop. They're an actual band with very organic feel, and, like Lupe Fiasco, breathe fresh air into a genre that's become cliche. Harry O's is a relatively small venue, and they had a very commanding presence. It didn't hurt that I was really close to the stage, as you can see. There were at least nine musicians performing on the stage at any given time, to include a four-piece horn section (with a sousaphone!). Lead MC Tariq "Black Thought" Trotter and drummer/DJ Ahmir "?uestlove" Thompson have been together a long time, and the chemistry and energy on stage was contagious.
They played songs from all nine of their studio albums for three (!) hours, without slowing down once. I was mesmerized. They even played a few covers, including "Roxanne" by the Police and Bob Dylan's "Masters of War," which is as truthful today as it was forty years ago.
They thrived on their performance, blending live intstrumentation and old-school freestyling into an energetic show with plenty of crowd participation. They came alive like few bands before them. If you've ever seen Dave Chappelle's Block Party for which The Roots were the house band, you know they're the real thing. This was, without a doubt, one of the best shows I've ever seen (and I've seen a LOT). I've been a fan of The Roots for a long time, but now I'm a fanatic.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Con-dams?
Mikey showed me this a few weeks ago, and I can't get enough of it. It gets a little trippy toward the end, but overall, it's hysterical.
If you've ever seen my closet, you know I have a pair or two of shoes. So you can understand why I have such an affinity for this video.
I was at work today and walking across a really big building. For some reason, the whole "Shoes...shoes...shoes" mantra popped into my head in perfect rhythm to my steps. I started smiling and my co-worker thought I was crazy.
One day, it will come to pass that someone else and I will be looking at the same pair of shoes in a store window. We'll both race inside and fight over the last pair, and I will finally be able to say, "Those shoes are mine, betch!"
If you've ever seen my closet, you know I have a pair or two of shoes. So you can understand why I have such an affinity for this video.
I was at work today and walking across a really big building. For some reason, the whole "Shoes...shoes...shoes" mantra popped into my head in perfect rhythm to my steps. I started smiling and my co-worker thought I was crazy.
One day, it will come to pass that someone else and I will be looking at the same pair of shoes in a store window. We'll both race inside and fight over the last pair, and I will finally be able to say, "Those shoes are mine, betch!"
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Going About Their Lives
Monday night, I was reading a book when my Dad called and asked if I was okay. He'd seen on the news where a young man had walked into a mall in Salt Lake and began shooting. After assuring him I was fine, I turned on the news and watched as they pulled six bodies, including that of the killer, out of Trolley Square, a mall I've been to several times.
This morning on NPR, they were talking about what might have led this man to do such a horrific thing, and about how the community is reacting. One caller asked how long we should talk about it, and when, if ever, are we healed? In my opinion, I don't think we should ever forget those that have passed on, but turning the series of events over and over again only perpetuates fear.
I didn't know any of the victims, but I could just as easily have been one of them. What's terrible about this case is that these people were just going about their lives, perhaps out for an evening stroll or buying a Valentine's Card for a wife. Things like this are so random. People die every day from thousands of different causes, some natural, others, not so much.
Trolley Square opened back up today, and I'm pretty sure the hallways were nearly barren. But why? Should we live our lives in fear of the unknown? I'm not going to avoid flying or entering skyscrapers for the rest of my life due to the constant threat of terrorism. I'm not going to stop driving my truck because of the high percentage of vehicle fatalities. I'm not going to stop putting butter on my toast because of potential heart disease risks. And I'm certainly not going to stop shopping due to potential crazy people with shotguns.
My prayers are with the families of those poor people who died on Monday. And I hope, in their final moments, they looked back on their lives with happiness and no regrets. If ever, God forbid, something like that would happen to me, I truly feel as though my life on this Earth has been one of joy and worth.
This morning on NPR, they were talking about what might have led this man to do such a horrific thing, and about how the community is reacting. One caller asked how long we should talk about it, and when, if ever, are we healed? In my opinion, I don't think we should ever forget those that have passed on, but turning the series of events over and over again only perpetuates fear.
I didn't know any of the victims, but I could just as easily have been one of them. What's terrible about this case is that these people were just going about their lives, perhaps out for an evening stroll or buying a Valentine's Card for a wife. Things like this are so random. People die every day from thousands of different causes, some natural, others, not so much.
Trolley Square opened back up today, and I'm pretty sure the hallways were nearly barren. But why? Should we live our lives in fear of the unknown? I'm not going to avoid flying or entering skyscrapers for the rest of my life due to the constant threat of terrorism. I'm not going to stop driving my truck because of the high percentage of vehicle fatalities. I'm not going to stop putting butter on my toast because of potential heart disease risks. And I'm certainly not going to stop shopping due to potential crazy people with shotguns.
My prayers are with the families of those poor people who died on Monday. And I hope, in their final moments, they looked back on their lives with happiness and no regrets. If ever, God forbid, something like that would happen to me, I truly feel as though my life on this Earth has been one of joy and worth.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Show Your Bones
This is my new ink. I got it on January 27th, but I was waiting until it fully healed before posting a pic. It's on the underside of my right arm, going pretty much into my armpit.
All the work in Utah I've gotten at a place called Lost Art Tattoo by a guy named Troy. When I went to make my appointment, I was told Troy doesn't work there anymore. I described what I wanted, and asked if they had anyone who specialized in such artwork. They recommended Dave, who, obviously, did a wonderful job. He took extra care in the shading, and even though it took FOR-EVER, I'm really pleased with the results.
All the work in Utah I've gotten at a place called Lost Art Tattoo by a guy named Troy. When I went to make my appointment, I was told Troy doesn't work there anymore. I described what I wanted, and asked if they had anyone who specialized in such artwork. They recommended Dave, who, obviously, did a wonderful job. He took extra care in the shading, and even though it took FOR-EVER, I'm really pleased with the results.
Wishing Well
Today was my first day back at work, and, except for the slight cold I have, it wasn't bad at all. A lot changed while I was gone, and now, instead of working fire suppression, I'm in a much bigger shop. My new job is "water operations." We take care of well maintenance, pH, chlorine residual, booster pumps, lift stations, the base pools, and a few other random things. It's not a bad job and I work with a pretty good crew.
Speaking of work, we had a big briefing today about some new developments on base. It seems the Air Force is trying to streamline operations at certain bases, Hill included. Most support squadrons are getting rid of their military personnel, and relying on civilian contractors. We'd heard about this before we deployed, but today, we found out they moved the estimated closing date from July of '09 to April of '08. Some people are requesting to leave as soon as possible, but I've asked to stay until the last minute. Whether or not that will happen is probably decided by some big computer in Texas, but I've got my fingers crossed.
Speaking of work, we had a big briefing today about some new developments on base. It seems the Air Force is trying to streamline operations at certain bases, Hill included. Most support squadrons are getting rid of their military personnel, and relying on civilian contractors. We'd heard about this before we deployed, but today, we found out they moved the estimated closing date from July of '09 to April of '08. Some people are requesting to leave as soon as possible, but I've asked to stay until the last minute. Whether or not that will happen is probably decided by some big computer in Texas, but I've got my fingers crossed.
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