Sunday, February 15, 2015
It means I'm sitting at the courthouse at 8:00 am on monday morning, instead of drinking my coffee bitching about how slow the first 2 hours of my work day have been; I'll be crammed in the kennel with the masses of the general public, vying for my opportunity to get out of determining the guilt of some sap who got caught.
I'm not thrilled about it.
When the whole career change happened abruptly this past May, I actually walked into the courthouse and asked for jury duty. The look on the face of the poor woman at the clerk's office was priceless, "you can't do that." I tried to explain it. No use.
Its not that I have a desire to be excluded from civic duties; its just that I know I cant afford to miss 2 weeks over someone's red light camera protest.... or 5 days of closing arguments about underage porn... or 4 months of determining whom really defrauded some pensioner's union.... While I was unemployed, I readily accepted the task. Now, 9 months later, they come back and put me in the same position that everyone else is in; except they just don't want to do it. I do--- I just cant afford to.
Either way, after reading the red print, nothing that I am required to appear, and that failure to appear can result, in yellow text, "in court action," I know where I'm stuck tomorrow morning.
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Seems like that’s the new scare. It covers my news feed in Reddit, so that I miss new Hunger Games girl nudes… It blacks out daily tv news coverage so I miss out on sappy stories about Hollywood-has-bins that died. Now its spamming the shit out of my twitter feed that I can’t get Walking Dead news. Ebola-Shmola. I’d worry, if it was really worth worrying about.
Ebola has [gasp] killed 4,000 people in Africa, home of the world’s longest running genocide antics, and yet everyone is freaking out about how awful it is. To tell you the truth, as a disease, HIV kills 6,000 and Tuberculosis kills 5,000 PER DAY. We’re talking 6 to 8 months worth and were only at 4,000 in Ebola-ville. Put it in to comparative numbers for a second, that means Ebola is on pace to kill off about 5500 people this year. Or yeah, about what TB and HIV do per day… If we really want to tug at the heart, 6.3 million children under 5 died last year… due to malnutrition, disease, poor neonatal care. Not Ebola. Not being fed. Not having a hospital. Punemonia. Ghradia from shit filled water. That’s a real killer. And before we get snooty about it, I ripped all of those numbers from the World Health Organizations website. All of them.
If you really want to die in Africa, HIV and TB will get you, if you make it past 5. Before 5 years old, you’ll die because there isn’t drinking water, food to eat, and your HMO is run by a guy with oxblood and feathers on his face dancing outside a hut. That’s a a fucking problem. But should you make it…. should you really, really want to wait for Ebola to kill you… think again.
Africa has been the home to genocide in the world for the past 40 years. Its got serious street cred. Al-Qaeda sends guys there as a study-abroad project. I’m not kidding. Last year alone, one guy, killing only Christians and Christian schools, in Nigeria alone, Abubakar Shekau, has raked up 1500 murders. He’s pretty discriminate as far as ethnic cleansing goes in this part of the world. Look at Sudan. What Hollywood lib’s want you to pay attention to as Darfur [forgetting the awful mess of political boundaries], in a year they’ve managed to kill 175k to 400k. That includes the government helping out. What the fuck are you doing worrying about Ebola in Africa??? Most of the populations in this region aren’t sustainable with a birthrate of 3x the United States… that’s adding up to be a lot more than Ebola.
Don’t get me wrong, I really don’t want to catch Ebola. But I’m also not going to walk around Africa anytime soon, for any reason. People in America think 1 dead kid in St Louis is a clusterfuck, wait till they walk around in Kenya and watch children with AK’s shoot up people dispensing grain from UN dispensary sites, while on the other side of town, they machete arms off people attempting to touch Bibles. That’s whats something to worry about.
Monday, September 01, 2014
#Thefappening is born out of a few things that are really not newsworthy. It's not newsworthy that celebrities, especially attractive B list celebrities, would take nude photos of themselves on unsecured cell phones. It's also not newsworthy that all of these unsecured images of nubile nude bodies are somehow floating in the ether-ware that is the cloud. Also it's not newsworthy that anything in the cloud is subject to be hacked and disseminated.
Pure and simple what was newsworthy with the sheer volume of people spectating this madness. At 1 AM I was still watching a form on Reddit thread that had 36,800 active viewers. This was nearly 7 hours after your initial bombardment of nude images. Even as new images appeared, in all more than 100 celebrities have been targeted, Torrents and zip files in the hundreds of megabytes are being distributed like baseball cards at a six-year-old convention. Well I don't know what kind of numbers 4Chan was pulling down for all these things let's just look at some numbers based on my thread alone.
If we assume only one in 25 males was actually masturbating who watch this thread, that gives us 1,472 men who were happier playing along at home. You'll be on average 2.5 teaspoons per ejaculate 4Chan helped create a way to decimate the gallon challenge... Producing nearly 5 gallons of semen. All told at somewhere between 50 and $100 per donation of sperm typically paid, we lost a net revenue of nearly $74,000 in that one thread last night. If I were Jennifer Lawrence and her freshly unveiled boo bees, I would probably make a strong convicted approach to say go donate the proceeds from all your sperm you're donating on your computer monitors to my pictures to some worthy charity. And besides we're all fooling ourselves thinking only 1 in 25 wanted to satisfy their "hunger games "
But I digress...
Knowing that all these individuals were waiting for more images to upload they were constantly refreshing the website on average every five seconds. The thread help nearly 400 MB of images plus who knows how much and text let's call it 425 total megabytes of information per page refresh. Multiply this by our total viewers of just this thread alone, And we find it we are pushing nearly 14.9 TB of thorough put every five seconds they hit refresh.
So what? Well Jennifer Lawrence's booby's are best known for the hunger games 2013 release which is 142 minutes long. The DVD comprises about 25 GB of data in a Blu-ray form. This means Jennifer Lawrence and her bouncy's are worth about 900 Mb per every five seconds of her appearance on film. We are nearly 15 times the amount of data every five seconds just in still images that she is worth in 1080p x 5 .1 channel surround sound. It's possible she could move more data if she took off more clothing as our boys at 4chan found out.
But wait here's more. Last year the Super Bowl average 111 million viewers. It was carried on network television composing about 19.5 Mb per second to stream a three hour game. Which whatever and all that means a total amount of data moved for the game was approximately 4,458,732TBs. By our comparison our one thread was pushing 32,184 TB in the same time... With just text and some pictures. Or... About 1% of the entire volume of data needed to carry the Super Bowl around the world by .03% as many viewers.
The pains the screams the stained carpet but what other costs can there be???? Or so screams J Law's lawyers???
So the power up our computers lets low "ball" it some more. Let's be stupid and say our power supplies for monitor and computer use just 300 W per second. Multiply this by or 36,800 viewers only, And every refresh of five seconds of golden panties bills out we are consuming 55.2 mega watts of energy. Or about 40,000 MW per hour! Jumping G strings Batman! On average a Kilowatt hour is about $.15 in the United States. Meaning Those refresh of fun bags cost us nearly $10,000 in energy use.
That my friends is a great "American Hustle."
Unless you really want to stop there. At 1am, on my facebook feed I had 15 people actively viewing and discussing this out of my 600ish friends. Thats about .25%. So lets say of the 300 million American's lets extrapolate and say .25% were logged into OTHER threads watching this. That summons the Hoarde of 7.5 million boobie seekers. Meaning. Nearly half as many people were up at 1am watching for Beverly Hills Punanny as watched the Walking Dead premier [15 million], 11x as many as watch Sports Center all day [660,000 per 6a to 6p], but just about a quarter as many as watched the latest State of the Union Address [33 million].
Now you're getting the hint about the power of #thefappening by the numbers.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
A) Avoid him. Make him stand around. Pretend he isn't really there because, its a new guy and we miss the old guy. And the new guy is likely worthless any how.
B) Treat the new guy like he's in kindergarten. Read documents to him like he's retarded. Seriously; split your words in to syllables for even more dramatic reason, because he's new here... he must be new to english too.
C) Forget he's new; pretend he's the guy that worked there for 32 years and knows everything already. If the new [old] guy dares ask a question, brow beat the fuck out of him. If there is a second question to clarify, proceed back to step B) [kindergarten].
For the most part, I'm in category A). For reasons I don't understand people avoid me. Conversations flow through me --- but right past me. It's implied I'm so sufficiently incompetent I can't pick parts orders, and as a driver, I probably don't know how to drive either. I guess I walk the 8 miles to work each day... who knows. There are some brief glimpses of category B). "This is an inventory screen. IN- ven-TOR eee. Its how we see what parts we have on hand today." Not kidding. Its refreshing to see how little they train me and how bad they will berate me. I'm certain I have the only college degree in the building. Most definitely the only one who wants to pursue post-graduate work. I have more experience in handling parts, customers, inventory concerns, purchase order issues than they do. Not to mention I have 10 years experience as a manager, running facilities larger than this, with more employees, that did more business. But it's so much simpler to pretend I'm not there.
I had one quick glimpse of category C) the other day. It had to do with letter codes on picking tickets using proprietary short hand for their antiquated computer system and how to file them. I had yet to hold or read over a picking ticket when I was dumped on. Naturally, I was mean-mugged, and reduced to category A) again.
All in all its going about how I thought it would. As a driver I haven't touched a steering wheel in 2 days. I've been sitting in the passenger seat for some screw up deliveries, and left to count dusty parts bins in a sweltering warehouse. It isn't so bad. If the pay was higher, I'd enjoy it! I really don't want to complain because I know they'll figure me out soon enough. So in the meantime, being back to work is a great feeling.... even in the classic American Federation of Labor-market Training Academy. Its just 3 short steps to success!
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Back to waiting again. Being unemployed for nearly 2 months now, many things don’t surprise me. But, I am surprised that there hasn’t been any surprises. Meaning: I wasn’t expecting to be down this long without any kind of a job. I’ve had places deny me because I was over qualified and they refused to pay me more for the position because of it. I was dumbfounded, and said I’d take the entry level payment. The answer was a clear “no.” Although I’ve had a run of about an interview per week; still nothing has materialized into any sort of an offer. That’s very discouraging. I remember back to the last time I was unemployed and it took about 2 months before I ended up working part time. Cross our fingers, but 2 months is about up come next week. And while I can probably hold out another month; things start getting uncomfortable for me come the end of August. I’ll have to start making some quick decisions about major expenses I wont be able to afford… like my car, like my mortgage. I’m holding on to my dog as long as I can, but I recognize even he is expensive in his own way; and should we hit DEFCON III, and I’m forced to move… I don’t have any idea where I can go with him and be affordable. It’s a shitty feeing to say the least.
On the positive… the last few weeks has been completely refreshing. I’ve been able to finish most of my house related projects I’d been putting off for nearly a year, I’ve spent lots of time with Wrangler, and had plenty of time to see friends. One of mine came into town from North Carolina… under the old Menard schedule; it wouldn’t have been possible for me to see him… but being free from that, we were able to drink a few beers and chat until the sun came up. That’s something important in my life I’ve missed out on in the past few years. Yes, here and there it happens; but not to the level it should. I’m a single male in his mid 30’s… that’s the kind of thing I should do. It just doesn’t work out well when you got up at 430am and worked until 11pm. That’s been the biggest positive to come out of all this mess; getting some semblance of my life back. Yeah, gain lots of fear, lose lots of money, and kick your pride in the nuts; but you get some bits of your old life back… in the kind of way you want to live. That’s not really a surprise either, when you think about it.
Monday, June 16, 2014
First you wait to find places. Places you actually want to work at -- forget the job at this stage, is it even an employer you want to work at? Then what. Whats hiring? Nothing. Keep waiting.
Once you've waited long enough, and said employers are hiring for something; is it worth applying? Screw qualifications, is it worth it? I'll apply to be a master level electrical engineer... but if the area is flooded with them, or they expect such minute detail and 58 years of experience, its probably not worth applying. So you wait it out.
Eventually you've waited out an employer, challenged the line for a position and applied the shit out of it.... now you wait to see if there is any interest. 98% of the time there isn't. You just keep waiting.
2% of the time we get some interest. A bite! A yank on the line. Then we wait for what else they have to say. Sometimes you get to wait a week for a phone interview then wait all day for them to call and reschedule it. Maybe you get one. Then you wait while they connect the line three ways. Then answer two questions. Then you wait some more. They hang up.
WE WAIT SOME MORE!
And so on.
Monday, May 26, 2014
More life with Wrangler updates for all the #beagle crazy people on the internet.
As we can all see, Wrangler is growing fast! We’re right about to the 5 month age, and I’d estimate he’s tripled in size. He is about 18 pounds now, and probably close to full length. His ears and paws are about fully grown, but his legs and shoulders will still grow some. The breeders thought he would stay under 30 pounds fully grown in a year and a half. So far there are days where I doubt that, and there are days where I think this is as big as he’ll be.
He spends most of his time chewing on anything. He’s made this peculiar practice of trying to bury his chew toys and treats; which doesn’t work well on the carpet in the house. Usually I let him paw at it a bit before I throw a blanket or towel over it. After some more sniffing and hopping around it, it seems to make do for him.
His temperament varies day to day. Most days he’s easily excitable, plays very roughly and will bite quite often. Some days he will be more relaxed, content to chew and jump around from furniture piece to piece and climb stairs for no reason. I definitely know he has no fear of heights anymore! The first few weeks he was at home with me, he struggled to climb stairs and then was too scared to come down. Now he runs up hills and stairs for no reason, jumps to the back of the couch, like a cat, just for a better vantage point. Silly.
He is still eating Purina Pro Pack puppy food. Per the vendor, he should stay on this for at least a year. With his major growth spurt over, I’m playing it by ear when his big bag runs out. I might start weaning him to adult food slowly and go to small bags of puppy food for a few months. My vet told me I could feed him more than I do, which is what the back of the bag said… 1 1/2 cups per day. Some days he’s extra bitey or crazy I feed him and extra helping and it slows him down. Never an issue eating more!
Lastly we are working on learning a few things. We started with a clicker on walks to get his attention. It does work, but its not the most convenient thing to carry around the house. Lately I have him coming to with “peep peep” type whistle noise. Breaking his sense of scent and tracking is difficult with a whistle or a clicker, but with a gentle tap, he usually shakes it off. Sit, is the first real command we are working on. I know everyone says it should be Stop or Drop, but he won’t. Sit seems to be working. We are rewarding with food pieces and he’s about 2 / 3 times reliable to sit with food reward by second call. Much better!
S. + W.
Just something we have been laughing about on the podcast [Rivalcastmedia.com] aka Far A Field podcast…
I’ve been taking down a different bottle of wine on each episode. I’m not Wine Guy. I’m not even Snooty Beer guy, but this is fun. This weeks pick:
Fish Eye – Pino Noir / 2012
I don’t have tons of experience to compare this to, however the price tag was an absurd $2.99, which also had Fuel Saver credits attached to it at my local Hy Vee grocery store. Since the big draw on this weeks episode was me losing my job; I thought getting plastered on cheapo vino was in order! I’ll admit, after downing the entire bottle in an hour and change I did have a slight buzz going. It’s alcohol content labeled as 13.5% by volume but that was really the best part. It was fairly harsh, and I felt the alcohol had separated from the flavor pretty widely. Not the worst on the shelf, and I’d use this to cook with or make a rum punch or especially good sangria; but on its own, I wouldn’t expect to see this guy served table side, by the glass, anywhere.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
For the second time in my adult life I've found myself jobless. On Sunday my long time, asshole inclined, boss decided he wanted to make a change. I was out. It happened pretty fast. The details of it all take longer to go through that it matters. I really had no reason to be let go. I was by far the hardest working manager in the store; I met all the goals and requirements ever handed to me and often had to do it short-staffed while on ridiculous stretches [15 days were common in a row, 16 hour shifts were the norm]. For it to be a finger snap and be gone is a little unsettling. So as it sits, two days removed, I put out my homeless person sign and hope the offers come in.
I'm not always super confident about things. I prefer to say I'm a realist. This is the type of situation you really need to be an optimist about to get through. But here I am. By everyone's standards, I'm smart, I'm educated, I'm hard working, and I'm unemployed.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Thursday, April 03, 2014
Life with Wrangler seems to be getting on track. For the most part he listens to me. That’s saying a lot for a puppy that’s 12 weeks old. He still chews and bites at me. Its not a vicious thing; its his version of playing. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, or I don’t bleed. Were working on curbing that. We’ve had two vet appointments and they say its normal for a puppy. We’ll go with it.
So far, crate training is going above average! He will stay in it at night, and I can even sleep in my bed upstairs. However, he tolerates it for a maximum of 8 hours. After that, he barks and yips and howls to get out. Still. That’s along time for little guy to hold it, but sleeping helps. We also us it to take naps in. I’ve even caught him just wandering in there a few times. All great signs!
Walks are the next biggest improvement. Our first time out, we barely made it a block and couldn’t stay on course. Everyday we are trying to get 2 walks in, and he can focus better and generally can go everywhere with minimal carry time. When he does get carried is to cross the street [he tends to want to play in the middle of it], or when we won’t stop straining off the path. A little bit of redirection, then he is ready to roll again. Its usually a half hour of run around time up and down hills all around the park that’s across the street. If he does well, we then go farther to a newer place he can sniff and he gets all the time he wants to sniff around. But he has really improved with walks. He will stay on the right side 75% of the time and moves at the right speed. Otherwise he will dance all over the sidewalk and sniff at things or gallop along. Still good for his age.
As far as play time: well, he shreds tennis balls in minutes! My mother made the mistake of buying him a couple to chase… He had peeled them like an orange and now I have neon green fluff everywhere. Wrangler looked quite proud of that. Kong toys are still the best, nuclear option. I load it with a treat and give it a dab of peanut butter for crate time, and he’s good for 10 minutes. Otherwise, we seem to enjoy toilet paper [it now can not be on the roll on the wall because he runs it off or chews it], shoe laces [I’ve replaced 2 pairs in past few weeks because of it], blue painters tape [which was left on a doorway] and any kind of zipper. Yes. Zippers. I don’t know why. Metal, nylon, plastic, all of them get chewed up. I have 2 coats I can’t wear now because the zippers are trashed. But still, considering his teething stage, he’s doing well.
Potty training is our big success. He’s quite good about it. He will go sit by the door if need be, but if we stick to the first out, 20 minutes after eating, and 20 minutes after play time, he’s not had any incidents. And this little guy craps like a race horse! So far so good.
Last but not least was bath time tonight! Every morning when I shower he comes in, puts both paws up on the tub and cries as he tugs on the shower curtain; obviously he’s curious. So we had our first bath tonight on my kitchen floor in a plastic tote. I couldn’t get any pictures as I have to do this solo; but I will say it was funny watching his expressions! He wanted out pretty bad. And he kept trying to drink the water or bite bubbles. Pretty funny little guy!
A few people have asked me on twitter if I’d start a divergent Beagle bog… not interested… I neglect my Burrito blog [BuyMeABurrito.Blogspot.com] as it is; so I introduced the #Beagle tag to filter my blog with.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
The last few days have been consumed with this little guy! I decided a few months ago I wanted to get my own pet again, and had been doing alot of window shopping. Eventually I decided on a beagle because of the HoA issues of my condo. After cruising alot of forums and websites, I decided to stay local; and can say Mr. Wrangler is also an Iowa native just like me. I spend the day making a 7 hour, one way, drive and brought home a big challenge. He is about 10 weeks old at this point, full of energy and chewing teeth! We're learning pretty quickly though. Potty training over 5 days has resulted in 2 incidents, of which one was my fault. Crate training has been more cumbersome. He hates it. Clearly. As I'm writing, hes napping in the crate, but it took a half hour to get him to go in, and even then he still cries for 10 minutes before settling down. But so far, so good. Honestly. For a dog this young, with a first time puppy parent, by myself, were doing good. Follow me on twitter: alvarado_scott as I'm sure more pictures and posts about him will show up there. He managed to sit still just long enough for one portrait with a real camera. Hes definitely a cute little guy.... even if he chews my hands apart!
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Of recent things Scott;
I live in my own home.
I started over with my heart.
Found the greatest friendship I’d had to this point in my life.
Found a roommate to make life easy.
Lost a roommate making life more difficult.
Lost the friend, possibly for good, for reasons I don’t understand.
Felt my heart tell me to stop for good.
Resumed life alone in my own home.
I wish I had the time and space to brag more; but lets be honest: most people read this blog to see how messed up my life gets. In short order, of the past few months, the above list, in order, pretty much is it. Its sad. At some point I hooked up with someone I had known for years. We bonded. We shared alot. And… we were pretty damn good together. She knew it, and so did I. And somehow it went to crap. She moved in with me. She moved out. She’s gone. All the while, its not what I wanted. Am I going to lie and say I didn’t want her? Absolutely not. I never had the chance to tell her why I was willing to do this; knowing the odds were good of it getting screwed up. I shouldn’t really share it here either. But consider all the posts about my life, my heart, and where I’d been, and extrapolate. I wanted one hope. I wanted one image. One person through all of it. And by the time I’d cleaned out most of my life, she and I showed up together doing the same things at the same time. I will love that about her. Despite the decisions she’s made. Of course I disagree with them. But she doesn’t know which ones. In the end, it doesn’t matter. She wasn’t willing to move forward and wasn’t ready in her heart to see it. I did, and I do. I love her for that. I can’t hate her. I can’t be angry. I am upset. But thats natual. In the end, its me. I don’t let her take the blame for anything else, except for the things she does. I feel guilty. I’m upset. I’m the one that lost in all of this.
Going forward. Its time I really follow the words of people I trust. From my friend out on the reservation, I received an email the day J moved out, even when I didn’t know she was moving [yes, she waited till I went to work, then cleaned out the house before I came home, and refused to answer me about it for two days]. He said the wind had turned sharply cold, the sky was suddenly dark and knew it was winter. The wind, he said, blew that morning from the wrong direction and it carried with it the sand as he saw an eagle fly from my [east] direction. For some reason, he knew it was about me he says. He wrote to me to tell me the Great Spirit has blown strong and cold change. That my path would be covered in dust and debris and uncertainty. The eagle has flown from me. But all these things he said might not have meant anything particular. He told me he felt a great sorrow from the Spirit as he saw the eagle, and knew my heart was to be blown cold by this change. He told me to be strong, to pray to Mother Earth, and know the Great Spirit of the circle will carry me along; it will shape the land, it will clear the skies again, and the winds will make me cold, so that the sun will warm me one day. He said three great prayers and returned to the place he met me and burnt sage grass offering to the Great Spirit and to the Earth, and to my spirit to be strong. I sat on the floor of my empty living room that night and re read what he said. I was sad. I was cold. I was alone. Certainly everything about my journey and path was obscured and changed in one day. So I wait for the Great Spirit, and I returned the blessing that night. Thats all I can do these days.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Everything keeps coming back to that. Even in my day dreams, I imagine myself being lost at see. I know its my own mind making sense of what I cant understand. Doesn't make it any more fair to me.
I should admit I did something stupid. I acted out on an urge. Thought, "hey Scott, why aren't you doing what you do right now?" So I did it. For years I'd wanted to get back to doing what I felt like. And when the mood would strike me; I act out in the most honest and endearing ways. I've wanted to be able to express that part of my life again for the past several years. I am a giver. Through and through. So, I turned around and sent a big playful order of flowers to the girl I met the other night. I called my florist, dreamt up a solution, and had the flowers arranged in a big toy pick up truck. Then it spent a few days without any answer. I kind of knew, deep down, if there wasn't an immediate good reaction, then lukewarm to bad was my best case scenario. So on the third day I get a nice, polite response. She was very surprised, enjoyed it, and was planning on moving away. Buzzkill.
I sit and realize though, that it isn't necessarily about this. The buzzkill is me carving off that piece of my pysche. Why do that shit? Everyone else would compliment me... telling me how bold it was... or how crazy it was that I could do that. It really never crossed my mind. Honestly, I've been looking for an outlet for that for a while. Get back to being me in some way. I held on to one girl for so many years, because I hated the idea of never having anyone to do that with... so I'd send her flowers, or do stupid shit. Here I am a few years later, realizing how frustrated I am, because there isnt anything I can do. So I try it again. Nothing. Like hooking up a jumper cable to a wrecked car.... it just doesnt go anywhere.
I have a hard time with that when i'm tired and should be sleeping. Im back on the shitty 15 hour day rotations, fresh off of 4 hours of sleep... and here my mind wanders about this kind of crap now. It probably isn't fair.
I sit and feel a slight twinge of guilt, thinking back about it. This is the kind of shit I've wanted to do for years. And, I should have been doing it. There was someone I should have done this sort of thing with, and I didn't do it because I felt like she and I werent ready for it. I should have done it. Here i am tossing away 100 bucks of dead flowers to a girl I'd known for 15 minutes; but I didn't send them to someone I'd known for years and cared about for too long to tell her. In a way I was right not to. She'd have been upset. I hate that feeling too. Knowing that whatever decisions I keep making, I can't ever seem to justify later on. But it never was that I didn't want to send them to the other girl. I did. I cancelled two orders at the last minute at different times. She doesn't know that. There are so many things I've wanted to do; but couldn't. I had to get to a place where I could do that again.
I say that, because I've been a giving person most of my life. I've been a very giving lover all of my life. The very first, fake, girlfriend I ever had... way back in kindergarten... started it. During the big Fun Night, I had a heart necklace engraved for her... I think it cost me 4 or 5 tickets... a lot of paper money for a kindergarten kid! Poor Debbie B! She never knew what hit her! That started 20 some years of madness I guess. But as a 30 something adult, I know the true value in what i do, when I give things. I give a piece of myself. it isn't just a toy, or flowers, or jewelry; it is a piece of me I give to them, to share. And as corny as that sounds, its hard to imagine some strange girl understanding me doing that. No wonder she didn't know what to say for 3 days. So why didn't I give to the girl that WAS deserving of it? I dunno. I wasn't ready to do that again. I wasn't ready to give up whatever was left of myself after what had happened, and what I had done to myself over the years.
In short, I have terrible luck with women. I alone, could give a new house and a car to a homeless woman, and still not get a date. I have always had that knack for being too much. People don't understand me. People don't want to. They always want whats simple, whats pretty, whats slightly less than accessible to them. I always stand there, waiting. I'm not pretty. In fact, I'm down right ugly. I'm extremely complex. And I'm always available. None of that seems good to anyone nowadays. But they always overlook, or wait too long to realize what i am good for. I care too much. I am loyal. I am a healer. I share. I give so much in experiences that its not a simple thing to approach. It scares people. It scares people because i don't go for the easy things either. I look inside people. I really try to put my effort into people that deserve it and me. When that rejection comes, its very difficult to take. Other peers thing its tough getting shut down by the blonde russian model at the bar... I laugh at her and dump the drink on her! Its the ones I stay up late with talking about things, sharing life with that I get attached to, that I really want to be with, that kill me in the end. Those are the ones that deserve the most from me, that is the hardest to give up on my end. If it were simple, it would be easier. Like flowers. Like those I'd send wrapped in a kids toy. Its a way to play with my heart and hers. Its all a metaphor I suppose.
Thursday, April 04, 2013
We get up each day in this world and do what we do. How often do we sit and think, what is it I really want out of this day, in this world? When does that coincide with what we end up doing by the end of our day? Total it up. By the end of all of our days, what have we made? Lots of things for other people; little for ourselves. The idea that the future can change based on our actions today is probably true. Fate, has its place in the grand scheme of order... but not to this extent. I'd like to think that fate, or the things we lie destined to be doomed to; are that outlier... that five-percent we cant ever explain at the end of our lives. I'd like to say that I survived a heart attack because I forced myself to do it... I willed my heart to keep beating. Because i did. Instead, I lose sight of the fate that dropped me on a steel table that night in the first place. How do you end up dying of a heart attack at thirty? That part you cant explain. But you make of it what you will. I lived. Now, I wander around asking why I lived through it.
If there is no fate, then there really isnt any purpose. Fate has to have some pointed stick in this game. Somewhere in our lives, we all feel it jab us and move us along.
Did you ever hear the one about the snake that tried to cross the railroad tracks?
Well one day this snake thought there might be something better on the other side. So he slithers on up, pokes his head around, and waits. Eventually he gets the courage up to wrangle it over the hot tracks and he picks his way around the rocks and ties. Just as he gets to the other side, a train comes by in a furry, and runs him down, and it chops off the last inch or so of his tail! The snake winces in pain. He flips around, darting back and forth in dismay. After a moment, he turns around, and starts over the track to look around for the tip, hoping he could put himself back together. Before he realizes it, a second train comes by and lops him off right below the jaw. The moral of the story is, you can only lose your head when it comes to chasing a piece of tail.
I smiled when he finished telling it. Quick, to the point, solid punch line... makes a great little metaphor for all of us at times.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
About 15 minutes before the store closed, a customer comes back with a rented truck to return... being favorable to the people upfront, I go out to check it in and take care of it, rather than pull them across the store while they are busy settling drawers. As I walk up to the doors, I'm met by an attractive brunette with long hair in a blue shirt. She smiles at me. I ask who had the truck, and she walks over to meet me.
She insists immediately, that she might have left a cell phone charger in our truck. I laugh. "Its ok," I have to go walk and look at it anyhow. She, curiously, comes with me. I start making small talk as we walk across the parking lot. She immediately cuts in, "I didn't even know you guys had trucks to rent, it was so cool!" I laugh. We have lots of moments like this in the new store. She continues, "I needed it to move my bed... like my mattress and everything. I pretty much moved everything I own today all by myself!" We stopped at the truck as she said that. I look at her, realize shes probably my age, and definitely pretty attractive. "High five lady!" I say. She smiles, and protests.... "No... no its not good. I ... I kind of walked out on my fiancé today and just decided I'm through with it and him... so I moved out." I didn't know what to say.
She started explaining some of the situation as I fumbled inside to find her cell phone charger. It was a weird situation for her. Her fiancé wasn't good to her, she felt like she had settled too long. They were living in a house he owned, but couldn't afford, that was sold to him by his mother as part of a divorce settlement with his father. The house was in need of lots of repair, and he had somehow convinced her to move in, pay the mortgage and help pay to fix the place up. Again, I didn't quite know what to say, as I handed the charger to her. She stopped long enough to smile at me. She looked worried. I radioed in the mileage of the truck and that it was damage free. She crossed her arms and stood there, looking at me or past me.
So I started talking. I told her about me. I told her not to feel bad for that guy. At one point that was me in a way. I'd been walked out on, and even if it took me along time to deal with it, I was better for it. She dropped her story and demanded to know more about me. We kept at it walking back to the store. She kept looking up at me in my eyes, asking me why that girl broke up with me, or why she couldn't love me. i gave her the honest answer, I don't know why. I really never will, and it didn't really matter much to me anymore after all these years. I held the door open as she walked in to sign paperwork.
My mind was kind of running in circles. No one had ever come out of nowhere and started talking to me like that... especially someone like her in her position. I thought she was making it up, but I believed her at the same time. I didn't make sense to meet someone like this, at 10 o'clock at night on a Thursday. I watched her as she filled out a form, with a blonde friend of hers at the counter. I felt itchy. I felt compelled to do something. My life has been about doing things different lately. Its been about getting away from my comfort zone, to find whats real and what matters in my life to me. I pulled out my business card, and shakily started writing my phone number on it. I knew how awful of an idea this was. But I found myself doing it.
Almost instinctively she turned around, swished her hair, and makes a bee-line for me again. She puts her hands on the back of her hips, with her elbows pointed out, as she stands in front of me. I kind of blurt it out. "I uh... I... this is not me.... I really don't do this kind of shit... but.... this is my number.... why don't you call me sometime, I'd really like to talk to you some more," and I handed her my card. She kind of rolls her eyes and smiles and takes it, and puts it in her pocket and gives me a nod to follow her back outside. I just follow, blindly after her.
We lean against the bollards outside and keep talking about everything. She tells me that shes lived around here her whole life and know doesn't know what to do, I laugh and tell her the same thing, that except for college, I've been here too. She seems excited that I was an Iowa alum. She smiles, wrinkles up her nose, and says "oh my god, a Hawkeye, how cool!" I didn't want to tell her its practically a diploma mill any more. She says school was tough for her... nursing school. She tells me shes a nurse in Davenport, at East Rusholme. I know thats a hospital. I ask her what unit, but I was never prepared for her answer. She says the cardiac unit. Shes a nurse in the cardio ICU, where I had my heart attack two years ago. I tell her that, without thinking. She immediately seems worried or taken back. That I was too young for that. I worry if I crossed a line with my honesty. She wants more information... we talk. Its amazing. She knows my doctors... she knows how I was treated... she understands so many things about my heart that i don't. Amazing is the only word I could use.
Somehow we change the subject and keep talking about other things. She tells me her ex fiancé would tell her she has too lofty of goals and dreams for herself. I want her to tell me. "Well, I want to go to India..." I cut her off, "I want to go to Everest... on the Tibet side." We just stare at each other. After a moment, I tell her its a spiritual thing, that I wear my beads every day to remind myself of it.... She asks if I'm Catholic, and I take them off my wrist and hand them to her. Once she sees the seated Buddha on the beads, and the sanskrit characters, she smiles at me like shes going to cry. I don't know what else to say to her. I tell her the truth. Goals are so important to me. She nods, and crosses her arms, having moved closer to me, she looks up at me. I feel compelled to share it. I reach in my back pocket and pull out my notecard. "I even write down little goals for myself and carry them around," as i show it to her. After that, she never broke eye contact with me, and stands maybe 8 inches from me.
Before anything else could happen, someone kicks open the door, and stomps outside. I had been watched for a few minutes I suppose. She walks past me, never looking at me, and demands the mileage and information on the truck, while facing the girl, whom I still dont know. I stop and tell my coworker the mileage from memory, that the truck is fine, and dangle the key over her head [shes rather short]. I get a glare at me indirectly, as she forces paper work over to the girl to sign. My coworker then hurriedly snatches it up, stares at me, and huffs rapidly walking into the store, where she locks the door. The brunette gives me a wry smile, "shes... pleasant!," and laughs. I smile and laugh too, trying to make a half assed defense up, to which the brunette looks at me and says, "is there something with you and her.. I can see that" I shake my head no. Of course there is a story there. I feel like I need to lie though.
Her blonde friend then walks out the automatic door suddenly before we could talk. "Ok! Were all done for today!" The brunette turns and says, "hey this is like my new friend here.." To which I'm smiled at and given a thoughtful "thats cool!" remark. No one questions it. So the three of us start walking back out to the parking lot. I remind myself, I still have to drive the truck back in the locked yard, its not to keep hounding her. They make small talk about having moved everything, and how its been a long day. Her friend says, "well its not over, I still have a whole car full of shit to deal with!" Everyone kind of smiles. I realize, we are at their car. I stop. I don't want this to end. It has to.
As they unlock the car, the brunette smiles at me pulling her hair out of her face from the wind. She looks at me, straight in the eyes from the other side of the car and says, "Maybe I'll see you India.." I feel dejected. It is ending. I reply to her, "You know? I'd like that.... call me, we can see if we can get the same flight together." She nods, smiles, and laughs. She looks at me one more time, before she shuts the car door, and they drive away. And I am left standing in the parking lot at the store truck by myself.
I think to myself, in the past few days I fucked it up. I think, at other times, I did the exact right thing. I'll never know. Maybe not.
I never got her name. I never got her number. And somehow, I let her walk out of my life, just as quickly as she walked into it. I felt like I knew her more than I did, and that there was something more to her than just passing in the night. I feel like I should have gotten a text message seconds after the drove away. I kept looking at my phone for an hour. Nothing. Three days later... nothing. I'm sad.
But I remind myself, this poor girl just up and dumped out her life that night. She walked out on a fiancé, a place to live, and someone she [at one time] cared about. And I sit, jealous, that a stranger, whom never told me her name, isn't calling me immediately to get started with me.... all because i felt a connection. Who knows what she feels now. I swore I saw all the signs. Yet, my phone wont ring. I can't make it. I can't call her. I can't see her. I don't even know her name. Thats why i think I fucked it up.
Then I realize she has her own things to deal with, likely none of that is a fat guy, with a heart attack, working at a lumber yard, hitting on her the night she dumps her fiancé. Which, this is really all she knows right now. I can't blame her. I can't blame me either. Shes intelligent, shes got goals, shes a dreamer, she works hard, shes interested in me, and she understands my heart on several levels. I can't blame me for trying that. So thats why I think I did the right thing. I gave her my card. If she wants me; between my iphone and the store line / email, there is no other place I'd ever be reached at in my life. Thats up to her.
For all I know, that card went through the washer... ended up in the trash... or in the bottom of a box. I'll never know for sure. Maybe I will. Just maybe. It sure would make a great story, for a guy that has alot of them. It sure was a memorable way to start off with a girl who I can't name.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
|Things of our dreams. An Image I made some years ago.|
I had two very vivid dreams last night... That is not out of the ordinary for me... but they were different than usual... I woke up after the first one about 4 am... it was about me making one of my goals, the second one was about making something mine.
I was on the mountain, standing there looking at all the flags going up and down the cliffs, in bright reds, whites and blues. Its an unfamiliar, foreboding place. I was surrounded by strange people, speaking languages I can’t recognize. I could see how dark the edges of the rocks were all around me, and i could see it go on up above me, past the clouds. I felt like I was nowhere. I was at Everest, at base camp on the Tibet / China side. I can recognize it from pictures and documentaries, but in all the earth, this is its peak... this is the hardest thing... while I felt that I have come farther than I ever expected, I felt that l will never climb that mountain. I stood at its foot and stared deeply into it. Nothing I've ever felt in my waking life, felt like that... to stare into the abyss, to look upon it with favor, not disdain. To be there with strangers and yet all alone before the summit of the highest point of the world. The wind whipped so hard around me I couldn't hear anything but it and the banners snapping up the hills. It was so surreal. Even the smell of it was distinct. I felt cold. I felt weak. I felt like my heart was giving out. But I was there. I remember that I walked to the edge of some bluff and looked out over nothing almost as far as I could see, and practically fell down on both knees before it. Lost in thought, watching the flags and banners... the prayer cloths in the wind... the smoke going sideways from small fires... small little makeshift houses and buildings among the rocks and grass. It was just open, nothing. It was beautiful. It was beautiful because there was nothing, but there before me was the most majestic crag on this earth. There was nothing stopping me from it except myself. Somewhere a few minutes into being kneeled before it, is when I woke up.
A little miffed about waking up from that, I slowly drifted back to sleep. I stopped to look at my phone, and noted it was 3:50am.
It became a little less typical of me to have a dream about everyday life. I've definitely suffered from deja vu throughout my life. I see small little pictures of things that I’ve come to realize weeks or months later are unfolding right before me. As I grow older, I am experiencing longer bouts of it, but with less frequency. As a kid, I saw a silver door knob, at a crooked angle: a month later in gym glass I fell, ramming my head into the wall, and sitting up I looked up to see that door knob. Other times I have seen road signs with sunsets behind them, or people walking and talking around me; all to find it all come true. This time, it was a normal feeling.
I'm laying lengthwise on a brown leather couch [that I don't own], in a place that I don’t recognize [ie I don't own], but its clearly mine. My art is on the wall facing me. The walls are painted in colors I’d choose. Everything about this place feels comfortable to me. Its warm there. There is some sun light coming from behind me. And I feel that I belong. I hear a voice, softly, but don’t understand the words. I look down to realize I have someone laying in my lap covered in a blanket and she's staring up at me into my eyes. I look at her and see she's biting her bottom lip. She looks timid, but happy, and like she just woke up suddenly and was surprised to see me. About as surprised as I was to see her like that. The only thing I remember was reaching down, grabbing her with my left hand and squeezing her right where her but meets the back of her leg, as she rolls over. I begin brushing her hair out of her face with my right hand as she keeps looking at me with her big eyes. I keep my hand on the right side of her face, as I feel her rush in to kiss me. I see her eyes close as our noses and foreheads touch and I kiss her. It feels like the most romantic thing I have ever done in my life, and I feel her tears with my right hand, even though I know she is completely happy. That's when I wake up. I don't have romantic dreams. I just don't. And so much of what was in this makes me wonder why I had it. I wonder if that's a dream, or that's something that's going to come true.
Today, as I'm talking to my lawyer, I get an email with pictures of the inside of this condo I'm looking at buying sent from my realtor. When I saw the layout, I realized where I've seen it. Change the couch, change the pictures, change the paint... its that place. After I left the office, I sat at lunch, looking through my email today, finding myself staring at the pictures. I wanted to cry. Because there is so much in that dream I want to make real.
What do we do with our dreams?
Can you recycle dreams? Can you save them? How do we even remember them… most times they fade so fast from us as we wake, we never can hold on to them. When we are taken places we’ve never been and end up there in our dreams, how do remember that later in life if we get there? How do we ever convince someone else what our dreams are, and how you know things from dreams? How do we transform our dreams into our memories? That’s the secret to life. How do you make that real, when you see it, when you feel it, when you know it, and its right there and you can do it… even when you cant, you dreams take you there.
"There were moments when one's past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a moment to spare to yourself; but it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream, remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of this strange world of plants, and water, and silence. And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention. It looked at you with a vengeful aspect. I got used to it afterwards; I did not see it any more; I had no time. "
Sunday, March 17, 2013
there are so many things i have left to do in my life, and a short time to do any of it. it has been about my heart though. its the most troublesome thing for me to fix. doctors deal with it. my rinpoche tinkers at it. i dont know know what im even doing with it. But we all agree ill die from it. I will dies from it because i dont listen to my heart. thats a physical health thing. thats a gut check thing about living the right way. That's about about love too. its about me needing to get past so many of the things ive written about over the years, or eluded to at least. i cant be alone anymore in this world. now that i know what im heading to, i need someone more than ever in my life. the next five years are going to be the most challenging and change riddled of my life. that much is clear; i need some stability. i need someone to tell me when im right and when im wrong. and its not too much to ask to have someone to kiss or cry with, is it? It comes down to so many experiences that will happen, I'm selfish to not want someone to share this with. Especially the one person that stepped up and said she loved me. Even if i didn't believe it then, I need to now.
just as much as the tv was a overshoot... maybe thats what im looking at with this too. maybe it was a bridge too far. i always said, i knew id die alone because there probably wasn't ever anyone out there to love me. i love people. I've deeply loved several women. not a one has ever said she loved me. 30 years on this earth and it hadn't happened. I've handed out rings. Ive bought gifts. ive been there to give away some of them to other men. Nothing. Then someone said it. And I was confused and not ready for it. Here I am now asking myself why I wasn't ready then. its a big step to get what i want. that tv was a big step. i could have just picked up a junky 20" tube tv from craigslist for 20 bucks. i wanted something for me. it cracked and fell apart before it was mine. i guess thats a metaphor for something else in my life related to love, right now. maybe it had cracks in it before i could find a way to make it mine, and maybe the cracks were mine showing through.
it makes me sad to think that some of my goals, that I'm so happily crossing off... have to get whited out and put back on the page. i want to see a list of things getting done. i want to see change and progress in my life that tells me all the struggle is making a difference. in the end, its pushing people away from me i wanted to keep. people struggle seeing eye to eye with me. and even i don't understand myself some days anymore. in that respect, i have to go back and put a lot of me back on the page, on a layer of white out. its hard seeing the lines in the ripples of our own self reflection. but its necessary. and its the only way out of all this for me.
Thursday, March 07, 2013
Life is full of change. Lately, I’ve done nothing but second guess myself at every turn. Seemingly, I can’t do anything right. I can’t make my boss understand that, I can’t let myself relax, I can’t seem to tell people how I care about them, and even my doctors are telling me I can’t seem to get it together. Its so exhausting to seem like a failure at every level, all at the same time.
Today I took a quick step off to the side to fix one problem. All while I’m listening to Ziggy Stardust bemoaning “five years, its all we’ve got,” I realize I have to make changes. As much as I want to talk about and fix the other things first… especially my relationship with Someone else, I know this is probably the most important thing I need to do. The cardiologist was quite unhappy with my “progress.” It has to change.
I took my most recent stress test in mid December, following a nasty run of shit at work… way too much overtime and stress… during an already stressful holiday time of year, where I’m not eating right, I’m exhausted, and I had a huge personal falling out with Someone very important to me. No kidding Doc, I look like shit! I feel like shit. But I don’t feel like I’m going to have another heart attack. He isn’t so certain about the future. We talked about the heredity, my awful genetics, my age, my previous condition, my arrhythmia, my stress, my exhaustion, and my diet. There wasn’t a lot of positives in that conversation for me to hear.
In a way, I needed to hear it all of it. I heard it all before. But I was never really ready to listen to it. Here I am, absorbing it like a sponge today. So much changed in so little time, within myself, I needed to hear it again. On one hand, I needed to hear how lucky I’ve been so far. But I needed to hear what I need to put work into going forward. My body isn’t going to keep up with what I do to it for the next thirty-years, If its like the last thirty. That’s the message. That’s the inside, high and tight pitch at my helmet.
So, we talked about who to see, and what to do. So today, I walked in, prepaid a year of gym membership, and called in a consult with a recommended trainer from my cardiologist. Larry and I sat down and talked briefly, while he got some of my medical charts faxed in. He thinks its doable. He said, that once he heard me talk about what I need in my life, he said he’s convinced I could do about anything. That’s excellent news. That’s something that takes a few wrinkles out of your soul, after feeling like its been crumpled up and stomped on the last few months.
Larry wants to get me in and run me through a bunch of shit to see what I’m really like. He told me the medical stress test results aren’t what he reads for progress or improvement. I got to start somewhere. He agrees it shouldn’t take much refresher for me. Having worked out extensively for baseball, rehabbing leg injuries, and the whole ROTC time frame, he thinks its going to come back to me pretty quick. He told me that the long term motivation is what most people lose. I told him my three motivating things for my life right now. He didn’t know what to say!
I have to look at making myself stronger and better from the inside out. I told him that I have to understand me and live with me the rest of my life. The longer I live, the better I will get at that.
I told him I’m scared of dying thinking I left too much behind that I could have accomplished. I worry that I’m wasting time in my life, instead of valuing it. The things I want I need to start working for, to see all the effort will tell me I worked hard enough to earn what I get in the end.
Lastly, I told him I’m motivated by one other person. She means enough to me that I have to make some changes in my life. Even if its hard, or it scares us, we need to realize that we really effect and mean that much to each other. Its important for me to let that happen, and be there for that change for both of us.
Larry thinks I’ve got solid motivation. Now he wants to see my sweat.
So I joined the gym. I prepaid the year and for Larry. But it’s a commitment to all of those things and myself. Its time that something else had to change for me.