Monthly Archives: October 2011

Oops.


I had a great post, all set to go up today.
I started writing it yesterday at work. Finished it at home.
Left the page up on my work PC.

Accidentally. Hit. Save.

Hoping it’s still up on my laptop at home, so i can save the finished version and post for y’all.

It’s a good one, about cooking for a living, and leads nicely into a part 2.
That you’ll have to wait for.
Because I’m going to see Duran Duran tonight…

Oops.

Some things I’m wondering about…


Today’s Music: VV Brown

The week is over. The sun is down, and the first cool nips of autumn are strolling through the neighborhood. So I thought I’d share the questions that are ricocheting off the inside of my head as I sit back to enjoy a(nother) bottle of Blue Moon.

Who names a color “Puce”?
What is the purpose of Earlobes?
If I get hit in the back, will my face really get stuck with this expression?
Who the hell is Niblik?
If River Phoenix married Joan Rivers, would he be River Rivers?
How many people wear digital watches because they can’t read analog watches?
Why, of all the classes I took in high school, is typing the only that is useful on a daily basis in the real world?
Why are there only 13 episodes of Doctor Who (plus one special) per year?
Who cares what any Kardashian is up to?
Why don’t fish have ears?
Does “All the tea in China” include the tea in Taiwan?
Can I sue Smokey the Bear for the therapy I’ll need for thinking I should have prevented all those forest fires?
Who moved my cheese?
Who’s thong is hanging from the lampshade, and will they be cold without it?

You’re welcome.

Random Notes


Today’s Music: The Wombats

Haven’t posted in a few days.
Just thought I’d throw out some of what’s going on.

Music
Medium
The Wombats are again Today’s music. I had tickets to see them last night. Couldn’t make it. A little grumpy about that.

Health

The sick relative has been moved to a post-op facility and is getting better. Doesn’t mean they are good yet, just not quite as bad.
That means that instead of trekking out to Long island every night and on weekends, I will be hauling to the wilds of Queens.
On the bright side, there is the chance of a good restaurant nearby, so that’s something anyway.

And my wife (most wonderful girl in the universe) is getting over a cold* that only lasted 2 days. For her, that is ridiculously short. And there was only a minimum of chasing her under the blankets or up to bed. (mostly because I’m exhausted and probably just barely holding off a cold myself).

*Her being sick and me almost being sick has not stopped me from kissing her. Some risks are just worth the reward.

Cooking

Still going with the “cook like hell” on Sunday so my girl and I have food to eat during the running around weeks of work and healthcare visits.
Cooking 3 or 4 meals at once on the weekend makes it a lot easier during the week. It’s nice to know that we will have something good to eat when we get home, and I prefer bringing my lunch to work so that A – I don’t throw away 10 bucks for a bad sandwich, and B – I know what I’m eating.
I believe there is beef stew and chicken soup (yes, from scratch) on next weeks menu…

Mental

You know, I’m kind of run down.
It’s not just the sick relative. Work has been busy and the peanut gallery has been getting more worked up than usual. I’ve gotten to the point where I pretty much ignore everything they say
unless it is directly related to work. Which means I’m ignoring about 95 percent of the noise they make. They are in a different office, but close enough that they don’t have to go to far out of their way to try and piss me off.
There’s a reason I don’t own firearms folks.
I’m also a bit concerned about money. We’ve bought many of the prescriptions the sick relative needs, we were driving out to see him daily when the rel was on long Island, and there have been too many days/nights where we had no prepared food, so lunch and or dinner had to be bought.
We aren’t falling behind or on the verge of going broke, but I do worry about it…

Bright Spots

I have my health (such as it is).
The rel is getting better
The wife is getting over her cold
The weekend is coming and surf conditions might be good if the wind comes down a bit
Doctor Who Series 6will be out on DVD next month
I have been subjected to almost no Kardashian/Gaga/Michael Jackson/Britney news lately, and Lindsey Lohan should be fading from the spotlight again shortly.

Now if we could just make the politicians be civil, that would be fantastic….

Hopefully I’ll be a bit more coherent after Friday and will be back posting, updating, and above all, babbling more regularly soon.

How has your week been?

Stupid: +1, Brain: 0


Today’s Music: Snooks Eaglin

Went surfing Sunday.
Probably shouldn’t have.

Forecast was 8 knot wind, blowing from offshore, with 1 to 3 foot waves. Perfect for a beginner.
Wasn’t.

Actual conditions were:
Wind: Fast and strong. Coming parallel to the beach. Made for a very difficult paddle out past the breakers.
Made it even harder to walk down the beach with the board. I was literally spun around by my board catching the wind. Twice.
Waves: 3 to 6 foot. There was a lull every so often, so unlike the last trip, when the waves were 4 to 8 feet with no letup, it was at least possible to paddle out.

Frank was there when I got out of my car. I heard him before I was him.
“Look at you! You’re an animal!”. And when I turned, there he was , with a big grin on his face.
Frank runs the NY Surf School, the guy who taught me to surf.
Frank and I have the same attitude – any day spent surfing is a good day, any time you get your feet under you, it’s a ride.
So I have an affinity for Frank. He gave me good advice on getting a board, without trying to steer me to a particular store, he gave me good advice on a wetsuit, without trying to stress a particular model or seller.
Frank is good people.
So when I walked over to say hi and asked if I could borrow or rent a rashguard, I was ecstatic when he said “Sure, I have an xl for you. Keep it”.
Frank just wants everyone to have fun on the water.
A little while later when I was on the beach looking for an entry point, he came over and said “You look cold. I have an extra wetsuit you can use, just return it at the end of the day”.

So now I had my board, my rashguard and a wetsuit over it. I also put on my gloves and boots that I had from my scuba days. So I was ready to go in.

NY Surf School class getting ready to charge in.

The wind had other ideas.

Out of habit, I had set up camp near the right side jetty. I needed to enter near the left side jetty.
So I pick up my board (which is just wide enough to make it uncomfortable to carry under one arm) and head diagonally down the beach to the entry point. And get spun left. And right. And pushed back. And pushed sideways.
But I made it. Eventually.

Now I’m all set. I wade in to about thigh high water and watch for a lull, my hand on the nose of the board to keep it from straying.
And I realize – I’m in over my head. I’ve taken a bunch of lessons with Frank and his crew, learned the basics and gotten bunch of rides.
But the amount I know about surfing can be poured into one of my surf boots without dumping out the water first.
And here I am, standing, for the second surf trip in a row, at the edge of something way beyond my abilities, that for me to try would be incredibly stupid.

Those of you who know me know what happens next. Those of you who don’t should be able to guess.

I charged right in, turning off the brain and turning on the stupid.
Waded deeper, catching the waves against my shoulder, and the second I saw a lull, I hopped right up on my board and started paddling for all I was worth. Which sadly wasn’t much.
I was able to stay on my board, which made me happy. Let’s face it, being on a surfboard (unless it’s on your lawn) is pretty cool. And I managed to balance my weight, keep the nose pointed into the waves, and keep paddling.
I kept my head up and my arms working. When a wave came, I braced for impact, kept my weight forward and let it roll over me.
It wasn’t enough. I couldn’t force my way against the wind enough to get past the breaker line.
So I headed back to the beach, sorry I hadn’t made it, glad I had tried, and ecstatic I hadn’t died.

Dragged my board back to my spot and saw the wind had buried my blanket in sand.
Had a message from OtherPaul on my cel. He was stuck in traffic and should be there in about 30 minutes.
Frank (my new hero) came over and gave some useful advice about managing the paddle out.
I flopped in the sand and considered this while waiting for OtherPaul and smoking a cigarette.

Other Paul finally made it and we headed out. I learned two other things yesterday at the beach:
-That’s going to be my last day as a pack-a-day smoker
-There are effing push ups in my future.

Ever been around a pack-a-day smoker who quits? Unpleasant. And I hate exercising. I’d rather do whatever it was I’m exercising for than exercise in preparation.
(another reason there are more points in the Stupid column than the Brains column.)

So let us sum up:
Wind: very difficult to paddle through when it’s strong and at the wrong angle.
Waves: can be disorienting when they toss you about
My Board: Coolest. Board. Ever. At least, it looks very cool.
Smoking: Bad for surfing. And breathing
Upper body strength: non-existent
Sand: In everything I own
Brains: nowhere to be found.

So what am I going to do?
Pushups, exercise, cut down on smoking.

Because I’ll be going back out – Halloween-ish, Thanksgiving-ish and New Years Day.
It’s too much fun to not. Which is pretty damn stupid.

But maybe not…

On Blogging


Today’s Music: The Wombats

Over at Smart Boy Designs, Christian Hollingsworth did a survey, asking “Why Do You Blog?”. He profiled several bloggers, and there answers were quite interesting, as were the comments.
They ranged from altruistic – “I want to help people with whatever it was that I’ve also gone through”, to more self serving – “I think I can make a living at this”, self-help – “I can become a better writer by blogging and practicing my craft”, to a host of other reasons.
It’s worth checking out.
I myself follow several blogs – John Scalzi (observations about everything), The Bloggess (can’t be described. Just go check it out.), Old Dog, New Tits (very entertaining about a woman researching breast implants, with occasional interruptions form the rest of the universe), Old Jules (also commenting on anything and everything, in a very laid back style. And lately, with lots of limericks).
Each of these blogs is different. Each wants readers and comments. I think each, without readers and comments would still be posted to regularly by the authors.
See, everyone has something to say. Everyone has thoughts or ideas they want to shout out to the universe.
So do I. That’s why I’m here. The universe, being what it is, really doesn’t care. But that’s not really the point, is it?
I’ll publish this entry, I’ll flog it on twitter.
I’ll comment in other blogs, where hopefully the comment will be relevant and clever enough to make it’s readers curious enough about me to draw them here.
Maybe they’ll read through the posts, or the music page and find something that interests them, and they’ll comment, or like, or tweet, or something else that lets me know they’ve been here.

But I don’t think that’s what’s important to me (though I can’t speak to what is important to the bloggers called out here (or any of the other millions of bloggers out there)).
To me, the point of my blog is to give me a soapbox to shout from. And to just get whatever it is off my chest. Whatever it may be.
I’d like it to have a theme. That’s part of why I have the “Today’s Music” link at the top of every post. I had originally had “Today’s Adventure” too, but lately it seems like I haven’t had any real good adventures. And sometimes, what is on my mind is out of left field…

So basically you’re getting music, and my babblings.

But another part of why I blog is to vent. If you look through the older posts, you’ll see that there are a few related to having a crappy week, or a relative’s health issues. I can talk about it to my wife (the most wonderful girl in the universe), but I don’t want to unload on her (though I could and sometimes do).
The posts I’ve had about music aren’t at all objective. I’m not interested in the skill (mostly) of the band, more on whether or not I like the music. So another point of the blog is to show what great music taste I have and hopefully turn you on to something you might like.
In the end, I think perhaps the primary reason I blog is to put it out there, to leave some record that I was here, even if it’s a short, frequently inane one.

Oh, and some posts have limericks too!