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Monday, December 15th, 2008
11:43 am
". . . Can't trust that day"
Some beautiful snow is piling up in the foothills right now. I went up snow-wheeling with friends on Saturday. We called it a day after we slid the front end of the Jeep over the edge of a multi-thousand food mountainside. But the adrenalin rush was almost worth it.

It's the beginning of a new week. The job search possibilities are still wide open. I'm down $10 or so from last week but I did find three gift cards that I had in my files from last Christmas. One hundred dollar one from Circuit City which, considering their financial situation, I should probably use up as soon as possible, $25 from Borders Books and $15 from Barns and Noble. So I may have Christmas shopping covered.

The next-door neighbor gave me a paper grocery bag of persimmons from her tree. I made some persimmon cookies out of two of them last night but had no walnuts so they weren't as good as they could have been. Next I should try a pie. A friend has a food dehydrator and claims persimmons make good fruit leather as well which sounds pretty good.

Current Mood: Clear
Monday, December 8th, 2008
9:53 am
"If you're the queen of California. . ."
As it got light this morning it also began to rain. Which sucks because my only vehicles are a bicycle and a motorcycle. So I may forgo physically job-hunting today and continue the cyber Job-hunt.

Current Mood: Domestic
5:57 am
Take this employment. . .
My job hunt in the Sacramento area has been fruitless for all intents and purposes. So I'm hoping for an interim-style job to get me by.

I've been lowering my standards of what sort of job that should be; my last two standards being that, (if I'm not going to be getting paid over $15/hr) I'd like to be able to ride my bicycle or walk to that job, at once decreasing my carbon footprint and my commuting expenses.

So today I will ride around to local establishments and see if any can use my skills.

Current Mood: Regular
Thursday, December 4th, 2008
1:09 pm
One year, sixteen weeks


So there's a screen shot of how long it's been since I posted. My last post was of me trying to make sense of some life changing stress I was going through. Since then I've traveled across the country twice, once by motorcycle, moved back to California, in the process spent my life savings, gained some valuable insight into my character and personality.

I guess I also haven't had a real job in the last 68 weeks. That's why I've spent my savings. I DO have enough cash for two months rent and utilities plus $175 for food, gas money, maybe even some Christmas shopping.

Lest I give the impression of painting a depressing picture of my circumstances, I should say that it feels to me like things in my life are building to a crescendo, a jumping-off point to a bright, exciting future full of opportunity.

So I felt I should document this time in my life just in case something really cool happens.

Current Mood: satisfied
Tuesday, August 14th, 2007
4:28 pm
Made a meal out of me. . .
It seems not too many weeks after my last entry, I entered into a complicated dating relationship that has demanded all of my livejournaling time. In what feels like the cowardly move of the decade, I'm moving back to CA to escape the aforementioned relationship.

More later. . .
Thursday, February 15th, 2007
7:16 pm
Can't get enough of your love, babe. . .
I had to work late last night but fortunately I was able to whip together a romantic dinner for myself before I was even aware of it so I was able to make it a surprise for myself. Bringing white roses really brightened my evening.
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The green salad piqued my apatite for the garlic and rosemary grilled chicken breast set off by asparagus, sautéed zucchini and marinated seaweed salad. The '06 Crane Lake white zin lent a warm glow to the whole evening. Lime sorbet finished the perfect meal.

A boy doesn't kiss and tell, but I was so caught up in the romance of the evening that I may or may not have gotten lucky with myself later that night.
Monday, December 25th, 2006
9:09 pm
You'll shoot your eye out
Working here in TN on the 23rd and 24th and not being able to be in California with my family for Christmas morning kinda sucked 'cause Santa had to mail my gifts AND my stocking out here. I had to wake myself up at 5am, tear open my gifts and look excited all while fawning over myself and taking photos.

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If any of you were wondering, yes, Santa put Peeps snow men in my stocking.

All told I had a good Christmas. Tropical Swing had an I'm With The Band Christmas party last night. I kicked ass back playing bass despite my missing fingertips. It was good to be back playing together and seeing everyone's families especially Julio's new little girl, Juliness. Someone I'd gone to university with invited me to her house today for Christmas dinner, coffee and pumpkin pie. And I got to do some serious napping this afternoon.

Well, I'm packing a bag and loading the car for my trip to CA tomorrow. Hope everyone had a fulfilling holiday with friends, family or both.

Current Mood: Satiated
Friday, December 22nd, 2006
9:10 am
Nicotine and Gravy
Oddly, I dreamed last night that I was walking through Beck's back yard. His legs had some sort of palsy causing him to jerk and start around his lawn while his wife looked on, holding their child. He noticed me watching him and stumbled over in his bathrobe to confront me. As he got close, a particularly violent spasm in his toes pitched him forward and I caught him before he hit the ground. I propped him up against his back fence and walked away incredibly sad that he could no longer dance.

Current Mood: Awake
Wednesday, December 20th, 2006
1:32 pm
Murder by numbers
Nearly everything one does makes them a "statistic". I guess more accurately, you aren't a statistic unless your choices or fate or fuck-all are being compiled as data.

But maybe when a person says something along the lines of "careful, you don't want to become a statistic", they are trying to communicate to you that there are data being compiled concerning the circumstances you are about to find yourself in and if you aren't clear-headed and cautious, the bad thing that befalls you will be recorded and added to the statistics.

However, if data are being kept about bad things that happen to people, conversely there are stats being kept on people who avoid having bad things happen to them. So either way you are a statistic.

Exempli gratia, if 34.5 of every 100,000 people in Newark, NJ are murdered and you accept a job offer in Newark, your friend might cite the afore mentioned numbers and say "be careful out there, you don't want to end up a statistic". But if you take the job, move to Jersey and avoid being murdered, aren't you, then, in the 99965.5 out of 100,000 Newarkers who haven't succumbed to murder and, therefore, another statistic?

Current Mood: Steeped
Saturday, December 16th, 2006
1:39 pm
Instead of one day. . .
My friend Tim invited me along to a small house party he had been invited to. The couple giving the party were cool. The wife is Jewish and the husband Catholic. She insisted we kick off the evenings festivities by pulling out the menorah and firing up the shamash and lighting Hanukkah's first night's candle. She sang a song, said a prayer and the brought out the shaker for some martinis.

It was an enjoyable party, but it made me wonder. What is it with upper-middle class Jewish professionals and weed? They always seem to come together at the pulmonary alveoli.

Current Mood: Dry
Tuesday, November 21st, 2006
4:57 pm
Where the liquor works quicker
Off to Denver for the holiday. Hope everyone else's is tops.

Current Mood: Stretched
Friday, November 10th, 2006
8:55 am
Radio Reminds Me
Clingman's Dome, last weekend, was as clear as Tennessee's emissions laws allow the atmosphere to be. Plus the acid rain is killing the conifers up there, 6,643 feet above sea level.

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Current Mood: Environmental
Thursday, November 9th, 2006
1:32 am
Honor, not happiness
My finger stubs are pretty much healed up now. I have one last visit to the plastic surgeon. It sucks that I cant type like I used to, but maybe when my nerves grow back I won't have to peck with just my index finger anymore.

Current Mood: Better
Friday, October 6th, 2006
1:54 pm
I had an appointment yesterday morning with Dr. Adcock , the surgeon that sewed up my hand. His nurse came in and took of the dressing first so I was able to snap a few photos before the doc came in to examine his handiwork and re-dress my fingers.

It was weird to see them for the first time since surgery. They seem so short and nubby.

As Promised, the gruesome photos:Collapse )

I'm kind of glad I didn't get "before" photos.

Current Mood: Cloudy
Tuesday, October 3rd, 2006
10:39 am
When it's late at night and you're fast a sleep
I cut my fingers off yesterday. Well, just the tips of my middle and index fingers of my right hand. They got caught between the back of my semi trailer and the loading dock ramp which I was lowering onto it. I think if I had had the presence of mind to lie there with my fingers crushed between trailer and ramp and wait for someone to engage the hydraulic ramp lift instead of simply jerking my hand free thus ripping my finger tips off, I'd be a whole person today. As it is, my two finger tips are in a red bio-waste bag in Ft. Oglethorpe, GA and those two fingers are now noticeably shorter as I write this.

This post made possible by the use and makers of Oxycodone.

Gruesome photos to follow when I get my bandages off.

Current Mood: Bereft
Saturday, September 23rd, 2006
2:05 pm
The owner of the company for which I work has a thing for tags and signs but not much of a thing for spelling. This makes for poor communication on his part, but a chuckle on mine.



Current Mood: Low Brow
Monday, August 14th, 2006
9:50 am
I was thinking about all the jobs I've held in my life and started making a list of them. After contemplating the list I thought about my grandfather who, aside from some odd jobs back during the depression, has held only two jobs in his life--shipping and receiving for Motorola and Ampex. It feels like the job market has changed considerably since his retirement.

Painting house boats – age 11, Tennessee
Cleaning horse stalls – age12, Tennessee
Demolition – age13, New York
Sanding wooden futons – age 14, Mississippi
Vegan sandwich shop – age 15, Wisconsin
Organic farm – age16, Oklahoma
Daycare – age 17, Oklahoma
Forestry boundary maintenance – age 18, Georgia
Ranch hand – age18, Montana
Organic farm – age 19, Colorado
Organic orchard/vineyard – age 20-21, California
Landscaping – age 21, California
Forestry boundary maintenance – age 21, Alabama
Computer sales – age 22, California
Shipping/bulk mail – age 23-24, California
Editor of a small town rag – age 25-26, Tennessee
Forestry boundary maintenance – age 27, Alabama
Residential Construction – age 27, Tennessee
Horticulture/truck driver – age 27-present, Georgia

I enjoy my current job and have gotten two promotions and have just been put on salary, but I really don't get any health or retirement benefits. Grandpa would not be proud.

Current Mood: Nice
Sunday, August 13th, 2006
3:00 pm
I was thinking today that my past loses definition when I live for too many months in the same place. I've been settled in this area with the same job for nearly three years now and I can't seem to put many of the mundane events of my life in chronological order in my mind. Maybe this is a sign that I should take up my cousin on his offer of a low rent back room and move to Colo Spgs. Maybe. . .

Current Mood: Fuzzy
Sunday, June 18th, 2006
5:03 pm
. . . and I feel fine.
I was heartened to find that, according to graphicmaps.com, there are about 5.5 acres of land area to every human on this planet.

Current Mood: NASCAR
Tuesday, June 6th, 2006
12:08 am
Resilient
The naked boy doesn't like holding the frightened cat.

Current Mood: Deemed
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