Alright then
July 3, 2007
Been awhile, much craziness has been keeping me from doing…much of anything lately. So….
Car is finally fixed, after 35 days of sitting at a garage in New York. The joy of getting into my car was somewhat overshadowed by the realization that after driving a new car for a month, my 7 year old Saturn does indeed suck.
Em and I are moving into our apartment in four days. The degree to which I am not yet ready to move is a bit staggering. I never realized I had so many books, but the really amazing thing is the sheer volume of random crap I’ve managed to accumulate over the years.
Speaking of books, I have seven of them sitting on my nightstand, in my car and on my bookshelf that I have started recently but not finished. I haven’t had the attention span to read anything require thought lately. Its probably a combination of the usual summer brain rebellion, a lack of time, and the seductive calling of my super nintendo.
Tomorrow is the 4th of July, which means lots of fireworks. I appreciate the well-done show, but not so much when the pryotechnicians attempt to stretch it out beyond the limits of their fireworks. A well orchestrated combination of colors is enjoyable. 40 minutes of individual fireworks being lobbed up repeatedly, less so.
Through the looking glass…
May 20, 2007
And I’m back, after a reader request. The last few weeks have been crazy, and in a few more weeks, my life will be very little like it was this spring. There is no time to explain, let me sum up.
I finished school, and got healthy again. I managed to pull off straight A’s, keeping the grad school streak alive. I had to pull out of presenting a project for an urban conference as asked though, due to time issues. I was also asked to be in an environmental documentary as part of Earth Aid, but that fell through, in part because of a lack of enthusiasm on my part to play someone’s monkey.
Three weeks ago, a fraternity at a local college I’ve been helping advise with for three years officially became a fraternity, built from scratch into a group of 40 great guys. Big ceremony, I looked dashing in my tuxedo, they gave me a nice watch and I got to stay in a very nice hotel. It took unending meetings, trips to St. Louis, Columbus, and Indianapolis, countless phone calls and some very late nights, but it was all pulled off successfully. And chicks flip for guys in tuxes.
I started working again a week ago, as an outside consultant/contract worker for my old company. I’m in the office a lot now, literally, as I’ve been upgraded from my previous cubicle dwelling. Also, I no longer have to show up at any particular time or work any set number of hours. Its weird though, going from being the youngest/newest person in the company a year ago to being almost a veteran. Some things are still the same – my work hasn’t changed much, they still give us lots of free food and I am still completely clueless as to how to work the phone system.
This past Saturday I put down a security deposit on an apartment, which will be mine if the background check shows that I didn’t kill Jimmy Hoffa. The new bachelor pad is in a great area, 200 yards from a train to downtown Cleveland, a grocery store, a movie theater, a half dozen restaurants, art galleries, a weekly market and a beer store. Its also somewhat between work and school. Added bonuses to the location include the girlfriend moving a block away later this summer, and me being too lazy to cook. The actual apartment is the top floor of the highest building on the roundabout plaza with all of the aforementioned establishments. Its got six closets, windows along all three sides, high ceilings, a view of downtown and, I’m hoping on a clear day, Lake Erie.
Not sure if the picture uploads are working…if they aren’t I doubt I’ll care enough to go back and fix it.
Also this week, I have the two nieces keeping me company. Frequent choruses of “Again!” follow every exhausting game we play, but at least I’m getting in some workouts. I’m having a great deal of fun spoiling them for their mother. My favorite was letting the older niece eat ranch dressing with a fork. Who needs the vegetables when you can just eat the dip?
