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| Monday, June 26th, 2006 | | 5:47 pm |
| | Monday, April 18th, 2005 | | 11:01 pm |
Things in portland i miss: a ramble.
Wife. Son. Home. These will, fortunately, return in relatively short order. Bars. Sometimes, even the goddamn smoke. Strip clubs with alcohol and nudity and no cover. Dyke dives where the bartender remembers my drink. Drag King extravaganzas. Mrs. C's Wigs. Actual musicians playing fantastic original music at small venues, without a cover. Karaoke, in all variations. All of these things, every night of the week. Useful Light Rail (one that, you know, goes somewhere). Big motherfucking bike lanes. Bike racks on every bus, bus lines to just about anywhere. Being able to get to the other side of town in 20 minutes... during rush hour. Giant men in biker leathers riding around on vespas. Teeny tiny mod kids in suits doing the same. Frequent mass civil disobedience. State Health coverage for the poor. Locally owned stores. Food co-ops. Monday night D&D. Pretty regular Shabbat with T&D. Did i mention the river of honeyed milk that runs down the middle of town? | | Monday, April 4th, 2005 | | 9:43 pm |
"batching" it again
Angie and Antonio are again in portland, this time for almost three months instead of two weeks. I am planning on catching up on: gaming, work, and friends that i don't normally get to see (in the east bay and sf, especially, but those in the south bay, too). Antonio continues his outrageous (but within normal parameters) growing, and has learned the belly-laugh, much to our delight. I have been remiss in my posting, and perhaps i will do more of that, now that i don't have a little one i feel i need to devote my waking non-work attention to. But not tonight. | | Monday, February 21st, 2005 | | 8:26 am |
dreamlog
Standard cop-drama fare (at least it was not insurance related!): Me and my special-needs, almost-adult son are holed up in a completely bare apartment. Some sociopath i put away, or was about to put away, had decided to come after my son. Perhaps i harmed his family while building a case against him? He and his somewhat unwilling accomplice came to the apartment, and the details are hazy, but i ended up saving my son, killing the sociopath, allowing the accomplice to flee, but dying myself. It was some weird amalgamation of the cube, and 24 (which was, no doubt, triggered by us recently watching seasons one and two back to back over the span of a few weeks). I'll make the request here, because i'm making it almost everywhere else now: i want happy dreams. Puppies, flowers, and other shit like that, you know? | | Sunday, February 20th, 2005 | | 1:03 pm |
dreamlog
Another truck dream: Angie and i are in SF (wait, or is it seattle? i don't know, but the ground is wet), and we've parked the truck to do something. We come back to find it doubleparked (is my mom with us? it starts to remind me of the day we were married, driving the truck in portland) with a black toyota 4runner crumpled against Jezebel's bumper (Jezebel is Angie's name for the tacoma). Nobody is around, and i know that dealing with insurance is just going to end up costing more than replacing the bumper out of pocket. We drive off, against Angie's wishes. I have got to stop having insurance-related dreams. | | Saturday, February 19th, 2005 | | 9:01 am |
dreamlog
First fragment: I go to a pharmacy to pick up a 'scrip for the lad. It comes to $234. Insurance covers $2. (chillingly lifelike!) Second fragment: I visit my portuguese family. My cousin Marlene is manic, as is Lucia. My grandfather (still, in waking fact, walking around) is wheelchair bound, but walking behind his wheelchair is something i can only assume is his spirit. It's him as a younger man, hale and wearing, of all things, motorcycle leathers. Ride on, avô. | | Friday, February 18th, 2005 | | 9:17 pm |
dreamlog
Driving home today, gripping the wheel of the truck, i remembered a dream (from last night, i think). I'm driving, but getting smaller... growing childlike, and having to look through the giant steering wheel to look out through the windshield. I don't remember where i'm driving, just the sense of growing smaller and having my visibility limited. Small fragment, but maybe i'll remember more tomorrow. Current Mood:  contemplative | | 9:36 am |
the bank and the phone company
Have you ever wondered what percentage of blogging is composed of ranting against banks and/or telecom companies? As i was about to complain about my bank, i had a sudden sense of deja vu. I wish livejournal had a "search my post text feature," but it doesn't. <Generic Bank Rant> The teller signed me up for something and said i wouldn't be charged a fee, but i have been! Waaa! </GBR> Edit: to be fair, it only took 15 minutes on hold to get a friendly phone-rep to waive it. Is fifteen minutes of my time worth the 16$ a year i saved? No, obviously, it isn't. | | Thursday, February 17th, 2005 | | 2:24 pm |
nice outfit
My kid is already a black-tshirt wearing perv. *sigh* | | Thursday, February 10th, 2005 | | 11:22 am |
stripehat
The clothes make the baby. Except in other countries, where the babies make the clothes. | | Sunday, January 30th, 2005 | | 9:20 pm |
any more of this, and i won't have a nose left
(rubbing it against the grindstone, that is) I look forward to next week, or perhaps next month, when the project i'm working on is a little more stable and the heavy lifting of build/automation/integration is finished. I also look forward to actually spending time with my wife and son. Gloria Steinem once said "I've never heard a man ask for advice on balancing a career and family." Well, i'm asking. WTF, mate? | | Monday, October 4th, 2004 | | 5:19 pm |
wtf, mate?
So, sometime in the last three years, i signed up to something called LJmatch, which other ljers probably know of. I signed up, the site sucked, i promptly forgot all about it. Today, I done been rated. The good news? I am brutally honest. The bad news, i am untrustworthy. What an odd combination! | | Monday, August 30th, 2004 | | 9:23 pm |
back to being governated
Angie and i are in the middle of moving (for me, back) to california... i've taken a job with a Big Company, which brings along Big Benefits, but als requires that i go to the Big Office building, to work in an itty bitty cube. We've found a place in Los Gatos (which is a town, i'm not trying to make some joke about living inside cats), which works out for the Local she wants to work in, and is almost at the midpoint between the two offices i support. We'll be moving in next weekend, and i expect life to settle down for a little bit until the baby comes. Then i will disappear for, oh, 18 years or so. Current Mood:  bouncy | | Thursday, April 22nd, 2004 | | 5:17 am |
i'm going to be a father
And i'm not even talking about nerdly computer projects. Angie and i are going to have a child together; the due date is in early december. Ultrasound has shown us a little heartbeat inside a lima-bean shaped creature that should, in a little less than eight months, join us in this world. Current Mood:  jubilant | | Wednesday, March 24th, 2004 | | 9:38 am |
dreams
Dreamt about being some kind of plant in a mafia/bikergang hideout. Issues involved: doing my best not to hit on the girlfriends of gang members, bluffing/intimidating my way out of getting raped by one of the larger (male) bikers, riding to safety on a motorcycle on sidewalks, as the streets were flooded and i didn't want the engine to get choked with water. The house i stayed in was a composite of houses i've lived in, as well as mansions i have no doubt seen on television... the last house in Santa Cruz is the most dominant style, as there was a large upstairs livingroom where most of the interactions occured (before i forget, there was a salon on the first floor, arrived at through some kind of spiral staircase, where everyone knew me, but there was a line for the bathroom, and a long wait for a stylist) ... and even someone who i shared that house with played a large part as the template for the large, sexuallly repressed biker (maybe it was two of my roommates combined... they were both big and burly, but one was 6'10", and i imagine him as the stronger template for this particular character, though the other roommate was the biker). I'm sure there are others, but duty calls, and my brain is already working on dns and talkback automation. | | Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004 | | 9:28 am |
| | Monday, March 22nd, 2004 | | 11:35 am |
(not) the last temptation of leaf
Must... resist... temptation. And as much as i hate kawasakis, this is severely testing the limits of my frugality. I basically am dreading riding to california on my little 750 standard. The chain, the lack of fairing (which i really love for short jaunts, don't get me wrong) and the lack of hard luggage make it tough to tour with. But the desire to tour is so strong, that i'll do it anyway, regardless of the discomfort. Also, i must get the music from the first levels of Super Mario 3 out of my head. I whistled the whole thing this morning before i realized how very wrong it is that i remember that tune so well. Damn you, Nintendo! | | Friday, March 19th, 2004 | | 2:28 pm |
there's A Hole in my basement, dear liza, dear liza
Angie has discovered a door-sized hole in the basement. The previous remodellers moved where the door to the basement came in, to accomodate the partial finishing that was done. Did they close the gap in the basement where the old door was with concrete and a vapor seal? No, of course not. It was literally boarded over (plywood for the top half, and water-resistant drywall for the bottom half (which was three quarters buried. The first house one is responsible for is always a good lesson. I have learned many lessons from this house. - Don't trust the appraiser or home inspectors to actually do either.
- Look at everything for yourself.
- Be prepared to fix everything yourself, or spend another quarter of the house value paying someone else to do so.
- Basements are swimming pools without water in them (if you're lucky).
- It's really convenient to be married to a construction worker.
This hole in the basement wall explains why the basement is always cold. We can see the insulation from inside the unfinished part of the basement, and the outside of The Hole. We can also see, through this magical portal, the shower wall of the downstairs basement. There's no insulation between The Hole and this fiberglass. We expect, also, some dryrotting of the base timbers resting on the foundation, because there are no painted shingles protecting the wood under the deck flashing. So, Angie's desire to better insulate the basement, and discover why the water pipe froze this winter, has led to an important discovery, which will save us some trouble down the road. Of course, it means having to do work that the previous owners should have done when they did the remodel of the basement. We've also discovered that the electrical service isn't up to code. It's still legal, but it's way outdated. The previous owners put in a new breaker panel, so it has the appearance of being an updated service, but they didn't actually pay to have the service changed out. Once again, having an electrician for a spouse proves convenient. Current Mood:  amused | | 11:32 am |
bleh
Missed a Morgan Grace show last night; kind of bummed. On the other hand, 1.7b is out, so i can stress about other work things now. I had planned on flying to the bay area this weekend, but it looks like flights down there are full already. This is what i get for waiting till the last minute. | | Wednesday, March 17th, 2004 | | 10:40 am |
Childish humour is possibly my favorite. The weather threatened to turn, but it's fantastic again today. 80% chance of leaf riding during lunchtime. Meanwhile, my downloads are done, and it's time to work on, well, work again. |
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