Never been one to let the carrier drop

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I’m off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don’t understand.

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So I went down to watertown last night, smoked half a jay [yah, yah, I know, I know.. but it was a party day.. ] and danced to some wicked good old-school techno.

It always amazes me how much my view of the world is influenced by my perspective. Like, there was a guy at Watertown wearing a ‘europe is for homos (with hearts instead of Os)’ shirt, which said www.whitehouse.gov on the back. At first, I thought it was a gay-bashing thing.. but then I realized, this guy was not displaying any animosity towards anyone – and then my DJ friend tells me he’s from one of the local crews.. and I realized, no, Sheer.. it’s funny… and then I smiled, and he smiled, and everyone seemed friendlier.

Totally about perspective.

If you think someone won’t like you – or is making a statement against you [not that I’m gay, mind you, but gaybashing makes me extrordinarily uncomfortable nonetheless] – then your reactions to their perceived view of you means they probably won’t. And conversely.

Anyway, so I talked to a bunch of people last night – like four or five, and I even remember some of their names. It was cool, if a bit different – I got the phone number of a very cheap camera operator who may or may not be any good, we shall see..

As always, I’m juggling too many eggs..

I’ve survived another adventure in the instability of parking meters and all things of that nature.

Or have I?

I created a IRmeter.dll that works wonderfully on my handheld, but doesn’t work at all on my boss’s – no clues as to why, except I have a more recent OS than he does which might have to do with it. So now I have to find images for the old OS and load them on my handheld, which takes for-flipping-ever because you have to do it over a serial port.

In more interesting news, I bought a accoustic guitar, finally – after years of thinking about it, I picked up a Ibenez 12-string at a local pawn shop. I wouldn’t have, but it has a action so low that I can easily bar on it – and you don’t find that in a 12-string every day!

So yesterday I took some time to play peter,paul and mary and Simon & Garfunkel tunes on it, savoring that accoustic sound and feel. She’s (I’ve decided it is gender-female for sure) a beautiful machine with a lovely voice – and a active pickup! Woo hoo!

She’s also tuned to Eb – I’m afraid to tune up to E because I feel like that might raise the action (more stress on the neck) and I don’t want that. So I guess I’ll invest in a capo.

And a strap. 😉

And after I learn a few more songs, maybe I’ll sit out on the ave and sing them, like so many other musicians do.. 😉 The neatest thing about a accoustic guitar is it requires no batteries, no speakers, no amps.. you just need a pick and strong fingers.

Of course, sadly, after only a hour or so of jamming, the twelve-stringed nature of it started to get to my fingers. I can see I’m going to gain some serious callouses out of playing this..

And luckily it was in tune (at Eb..) when I bought it – I don’t even want to think about how hard it must be to tune a 12-string. Maybe I better buy a tuner..

I want to learn ‘blackbird’ and ‘alice’s resteraunt’ and ‘city of new orleans’ and ‘walk on the ocean’… but honestly, peter paul and mary is probably more my speed.

Anyone know a good place to get guitar lessons? 😉

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In other news..

I always think of interesting things to write / talk about in my journal when I’m not sitting at my computer, and then when I sit down, all of it dissapears like a soap bubble. Well, I just woke up, what can I say.

[deletes several ruminations about recent dramas]

My office is a complete disaster. Maybe I’ll take some time and clean it today. And do the dishes, which are also scary.

“We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life,
when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.”
– Einstein

http://fray.slate.msn.com/id/2090904/

I’m pleased to say my choice to support Kucinich was confirmed. 😉

http://www.margaretcho.com/blog/blog.htm

Yes, she has a blog.

Of course, this is the 21st century. Everyone has a blog. I don’t know whether we are going to get anything done or not, but we’re sure going to be a well-documented bunch.

You can stare out there into the piles of words until you get lost. I’m already lost, and I’ve been lost for a good long while now. The more I program parking meters, the loster I feel.

So, I met with a new musician the other day.. Tory – sent him email, but no replies. I think there are possibilities, but I also think I might have scared him. Well, if so, it’s not the first time. Another guy is trying to get me to cruise out to cap hill tonight.. and I honestly can’t think of any reason why I shouldn’t.

Other than the fact that I oughterbe working.

I wish I could get some serious momentum going on the parking meters thing again. Yesterday my sole accomplishment was creating header definitions for the (37!) feilds in the database table I’m going to be replicating to and from the handheld. I never want to type PROP_TAG again. I hate macros.

I feel like going downstairs and doing a WSHR broadcast to no one. [Hmm.. how’s that again?]. What I need to do is write out checks for people and go to the bank and go mail them.

Eating something other than candy might also be advised.

You can’t always get what you want.. but if you try sometimes, you just might find.. you get what you need…

S.

I so want to believe that I’m special, unique, worthwhile.

But sometimes it seems like I’m completely pointless, or even counterproductive..

I refuse to give up yet.

First of all, LoLs from Brig has a awesome photoblog. I direct you (and my future self) at http://www.apparentlynothing.com/

That said, let’s move on to more narccisic themes.

One of the first things that blogs and livejournal have taught me is that there are a whole lot of cool people in Netland. I like to think we feed off each other, bouncing ideas and concepts and memes around, and that at some point we will approach some larger solutions to the larger problems that as always face the world. This is probably just my innate optimism getting the better of me, but hey, what are you going to do?

My mom sent me some poll results which she intimated indicated that the american public was not behind a woman’s right to choose, nor gay rights (two things that she is adamently against). I sent her back a nice long well considered email in which I managed to not tell her to grow up even once. 😉 I thought it was one of my better works, so I stuck it in my letters to mom file on my web site. Hey, at least I’m a well documented bastard.

Actually, I don’t think my paternity is in any question at all.

Though you never know. I suspect it will come out in the end that despite the fact that my dad was in the army, my parents were in fact hippies. At least I hope so – I mean, they drove a VW microbus – not one, but two – and my mother has stated she was against Vietnam.

I can always hope. Figuring out my dad is something that I will probably spend the rest of my life doing, largely unsuccessfully. I wonder if he feels the same way about me?

Anyway, writing the email (which wasn’t really a flame, exactly, more sort of a discourse) was very emotionally satisfying. I’m sure I’ll get a annoyed email back from her, but it’ll have been worth it.

Lara came over and made a serious stab at cleaning the Lumina. I haven’t actually gone out to look at what she did, but it took her a while and she looked pretty busy, so I’m guessing it was good work. She’s good at cleaning things as well as a good artist. 😉 which puts her two up on me I guess.

I was going to go out somewhere and party tonight, but instead I slept from 6:30p to about 3a, and then read Spider Robinson until about 4:30. Today I plan on spending with P…

Assorted drama ensued last night, but I’ll save that for a friends-only post, or perhaps more likely for a sheer-only post. 😉

Infrared communications are still giving me headaches. The guy at D. who claimed that this wasn’t rocket science was lying – I’m starting to think D. is deliberately sabotoging my efforts by giving me wrong information, at the very least.

though why they would do that is beyond me.

defenestration