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Perfection at 33RPM

After a rocky start to the day (and I only say rocky because of the perceived strife in communicating with my ex. In truth, it wasn't bad...just not something I enjoy doing any more). But enough of that.I think anyone with any kind of pulse on the weather could see that it was going to rain today. I was hoping to get all my running around done before it hit (but I still forgot to go the Post Office, so ...crap).Fact: I love thunderstorms. It is also no secret that I love spinning vinyl. The warm sound from vinyl....the intimate connection with the music....I mean you can see the grooves where the sound is kept....you are holding that sound in your hands. The act of getting up after side one is over...flipping the record...gently placing that needle...hearing the distinct little pop as it engages. There really is no better way of hearing music, short of hearing it live. Truly. At least in my book. That's the reason I was sadder than sad when, as I was packing, one of the RCA …

What's Up Doc?

I had my yearly physical yesterday. I had been joking on FB that it had been 2 years since I'd had my annual physical. Turns out I was wrong. Not only had it only been a year, but the day I scheduled it (yesterday) was exactly one year from the previous year's physical--to the day!! How about that shit?She was happy with the weight loss. In fact she was a bit surprised at the transformation just one short year later: How cool is that? Yeah, I thought so too. She's a pretty kick ass doctor. Still gotta wait for the rest of the bloodwork to come back, but weight and BP are down from last year. I suspect that the cholesterol numbers will be down, too. She also re-checked my knee. Which almost didn't happen. Ya see, apparently there is some lovely douchiness by the insurance industry whereby it seems that if you schedule a doctor's appointment for a physical, you can't talk about anything other than things related to the physical. So...I wanted my physical and I …

Don't Kneed this Crap

The knee is still sore. I'm not entirely thrilled by the prospect of any kind of surgery on it if it happens to be torn (I'm hopeful that it's not). But Dad had a pretty good point "Pro athletes blow out their knees all the time and come back to their athletic careers. Why would it be any different for you?" FuckinA right, Dad.So...that has me swimming with a certain sense of optimism. I'm also looking forward to the Dr. not recognizing me tomorrow. My last annual check up was over 2 years ago (I never really was very good at math). We'll see how it all plays out. Maybe I can capture her look of surprise. O_o We shall see. You know what's weird? Stopping to think that the last time you saw someone will be the last time you ever see that person. That's a weird thought. The above picture is of wing-walker Jane Wicker (and her ex-husband) performing at the 2012 Cleveland National Air Show. The act was amazing. I was in awe and probably didn't g…

Put the Needle On the Record

I'm pretty pumped. I have one room really left to unpack (Oh you shut up...I know it's been 3 months since I moved). But it's the room that I will quite likely spend the most time in when it's all set up and dialed in. So, I forced myself to wait on it so I could get the rest of the apartment set up to my liking. And by to my liking, I mean, where shit fits. But the room I'm pumped about is my office/studio. Once it's all set up, I'll be a creating fool (because you know...I'm only creative in one room of an abode...or something like that).The album pictured is the debut album by Alabama Shakes, "Boys and Girls." I got it on iTunes when it came out and then picked this up at the concert last week. If you haven't heard it...do yourself a favor...get it. It's amazeballs. Or you can just wait until I get my turntable unpacked this weekend and come over and check it out at my place. I'm sure it's going to be in heavy rotation.Spea…

What Did the Pink Panther Say When He Stepped On An Ant?

This AntFarm was quite possibly one of the coolest at-work Christmas presents I've gotten in a while. We got the ants (by mail) a couple months ago. This morning it looks like there's just one lonely survivor left. One lone ant...walking all over his dead ant buddies. It's gotta be weird. One day you're following your ant buddy's scent trail tooling through a tunnel and the next day you're crawling over his dismembered body. I had thought about getting another batch of ants from Uncle Milton and dumping in to the colony. But then I got to thinking about it. And I know I'm probably putting way more thought in to it than the average ant would, but I got to thinking "What would it be like to be an ant (and I could probably have stopped with that thought) and all of a sudden you're dropped in to a bunch of tunnels that you obviously didn't dig. Would you treat it like humans do and figure that you just stumbled in to a really sweet deal on a furn…

Flatbread Pizzas of Awesomeness

This cooking for one thing isn't so bad, I guess. I'm trying some tasty, healthy foodstuffs. I can see where I could get stuck in the trap of always eating out, but shit. Who has the money for that? Yeah, not me.So..try some yummy flatbread pizzas of awesomeness. 10 minutes prep (not including the oven pre-heating)...10 minutes bake time. And probably about 10 minutes of eating time. A tasty treat from nothing to full belly in 30minutes or so.Spray your cookie sheet with non-stick cooking spray (I have a nice Olive Oil one I got from Aldi).Pre-heat your oven to 400.The assembly order (from bottom to top) is as follows:Flat Bread (I use FlatOut whole wheat)Pizza Sauce2 slices thin deli hamMozzarella shredsPepperoniSriracha SauceSpicy PicklesRoman/Parmesan blendBake for 10 minutes or until everything is sufficiently melty. The non-sauced area of the flatbread will be very much like the cracker crusts. It was delicious for dinner last night.Enjoy. And no...it's still not a …

No Kneed for 'I Told You So's'

I'm something of a stubborn individual. This may come as a bit of a shock to some of you, but it's true. So...waiting 2 weeks to go to the doctor for my bum knee was something of a concession on my part. And the thing is...it doesn't hurt all the time. It hurts when I try to do squats or anything resembling the forms in Hap Ki Do. Which is the only reason I went to the doctor. I figured that 'yes....it will eventually heal on it's own.' But damn...I don't want to wait. I haven't done kickboxing or Hap Ki Do for 2 weeks and my body is going through some withdrawals. It sounds funny, but it's true.Speaking of funny....here's another 'first' in this time in my life (or any time, actually). I'm at the doctor last night and she was testing range of motion in my knees and was trying to get me to relax my legs. Well...ever since I started this fitness journey 2 years ago, my legs have been beastie. She looked at me and said 'Are you …

The Nights Get Creepy On The Farm

I may or may not have had quite a bit to drink last night. There's a picture in a previous post of a bottle of Bulleit bourbon on the road. In that picture is about 2/3rds of a bottle. If I were to take that same picture this morning, there'd be about 1/3rd in the bottle. And that's ok. I had fun.I decided, after Dad went away and after I had typed the first of what appears to be three blog entries last night, that I should take some pictures. Now...mind you I'm using a point and shoot camera, not my normal Nikon kit (which I have pretty well dialed in for nighttime photography). This point and shoot, to be fair, is a very nice camera that was a gift from a couple of friends of mine, so it's almost to the feature set of an SLR...so I was hopeful.I did manage to get some shots of stars last night. I'll need to enhance the pix in Lightroom, but I was pretty pleased with the results. I think the main difference is that I haven't quite figured out 'bulb…

Chicka What?

All I can say at this point is...thank god I can touch type. Because...well...I'm fairly inebriated. I've had the equivalent of 3 or 4 doubles of bourbon and 3 beers since we last met... which is to say since I wrote the last post. Which is really kind of a bagatelle anyway since both will be posted at the same time due to the fact that there is no internet service to speak of out here.I've spent the last 2...or is it three hours taking night shots with my point and shoot house warming gift from Katie and David. To be fair..I say 'point and shoot'...but in reality...it's as close as Fuji comes to a DSLR in the 'consumer' arena. And it's a pretty kick ass camera. I just need to learn the quarks of it. That's all.And for the last couple hours, I was trying to capture the stars. I'm way to fucked up to try to post any of them now. Irony again...because I will be stone cold sober by the time this post finally hits the airwaves.Wow...I'm pr…

Musings From The Farm

There really is no place more magical on earth to me than my Grandparents farm. It's 10 acres near Martha, Kentucky. You take the big highway to the not quite as big highway to the blacktop road to the gravel road to the holler and you're there. I oversimplify of course. But that's actually one of the great things down here. Simplicity. This place is my center. If you've seen my short film "My Father's Eyes" you'll get a sense of this. It was my get away. It's been far too long since I've been here. In light of all the shit that's been going down lately in my life, I really needed to get back to my center. My place of peace.This is that place. It is the place I come to hear my ancestors. Yes, they are here. I feel them. I talk to them. They talk to me. They say hi in photographs. I can't really put in to words the joy that fills my heart as soon as I get on to this land. My heart knows it is home.Doubly special is the fact that most …

I'm Still Not Sure Quite What I Expected

So. Here's the thing. I had the Warrior Dash on my FuckIt List (it's like a Bucket List, but it's shit I want to do as a remembrance that I'm alive...not some checklist of shit I can do and then say 'well, I did everything on the list, time to die.' Fuck that).When I put the Dash on my list it was for a few simple reasons. Beer. Viking Hat. Turkey Leg. Jumping through Fire. It sounded like a completely kick ass time.And then the reality hit me. I weighed over 300 lbs and was entirely too flippin' fat to even entertain something like that. Whether I walked the course or not (which I ultimately did), it was 5K course. And someone of my fatitude should not even think about it. So I didn't.For three years.I almost did it last summer. I was flush off of the success of getting below the 300lb barrier and thought I could handle it. The only heat that had space left was on Sunday (Day 2), later in the day. I was urged by my friends who had done it the year be…

Feeling a bit Flushed

In the men's bathroom at my place of employment, there are 2 urinals of the stand up variety (three actual commodes, but that's irrelevant for this thought train). Anyway, where were we? Oh yes, the pissers.So, last night as I'm leaving I see the above sign on the other urinal. I think to myself, "Interesting. They must be doing some kind of porcelain bleaching thingy" Or whatever kind of cleaning requires leaving something untouched for long periods of time. The sign was still on that urinal when I came in today.Later, I see the sign has migrated to the adjacent toilet. I'm the first to admit I do not have a degree in the custodial arts, but to my untrained eye, it just looks like the standard water is in that urinal. Which may mean one of several things.Either there was some kind of super cleaner in there that has since been contaminated by someone's overeager bladder and flushed.Or the cleaner is some derivative of iocane powder. Not sure on the l…

The Myth of Cooking for One

Going on about 3 months now in the 'new' life. So far in to it, in fact, I can't even call it my 'new' life any longer. It actually gets closer to feeling like the life I should be living every day. Don't know if that means that I've been moving closer to acceptance or if I'm actually falling in line with the timeline that I'm supposed to be on in this lifetime. (Don't blame me, I've been watching Fringe a lot lately. But don't worry...I've known about multiple lifetimes for quite some time now).There's a subtle irony in our culture. It's that of multiplicity. There is no recipe thus far that I've come across (with the exception of mixed drinks) that starts out designed for a single person. What this seems to mean is that the 'whole meal' is meant for more than one person. It's meant to be shared. That sharing with someone else makes things somehow complete.If the lesson were that we are complete within ourse…

That Thing From That One Place

We have recently passed the point in time indicated on Doc. Brown's time machine panel in the DeLorean. And I have yet to bump in to any flying, or even hovering cars on my daily commute.

Nor do we have anything close to a jet-pack. Oh sure, I'm sure the military does. But I'm talking about a jet-pack that is on the level of going to the department store and picking up a basic bicycle. There's nothing like that. And dammit, there should be.

I mention these things only in reference to that vague notion of 'the future.' (OK...that and I really do want a jet pack). The future right now is some bulbous entity...it's in flux, if you will (my BTTF reference was not wholly unintended).

I find myself standing at that point in life where my 'universal constants' are actually shifting. That is to say those items that regardless of what was going on in my life, I need only look at those and it became easier to be grounded. These weren't big things. No mind…

The Good, the Bad, and the What the F**k Just Happened?

This post will not be nearly as dramatic as the title might lead you to believe. Sorry about that. Perhaps I should have left that disclaimer alone...let you float through this post and later realize that you didn't get any of what you expected. But that would be a little too much like life, wouldn't it? And what fun would that be?It's funny, as I write this, I have no idea who will be reading it. I find myself, however, writing certain thoughts with the expectation that certain people will read them. Others I omit for the same reason. Which, really, is kind of bullshit.I'm not saying I won't keep doing it, mind you. Merely acknowledging that it's a bullshit move on my part. And...meh. Whatevs. It's like those America's Next Top Whatever shows...where they have to make something to impress a pane of people that wouldn't look twice at them in real life. The fatal flaw that contestants have on that show is telling the judges what they didn't do …

You Will Meet Yourself On The Road Coming Back

On the way home from the Warrior Dash on Saturday, I had pretty much composed this entire post (note to self, start carrying recorder, it's much too difficult to try to be insightful and clever this long after the original ideas were birthed).

What I love about the interwebs...or technology in general is that, as you're reading this, you have no idea that I started it last night...got too tired to finish it and resumed where I had left off the next day at lunch.

Well,...you had no idea until just now when I spilled the beans.

I am still recovering from Saturday's Warrior Dash. It was physically the most demanding thing I have ever done. Second, perhaps only to the rehab I had to go through after the complications from my open-heart surgery.

It was also, however, one of the most taxing things spiritually I have gone through in a while. Sure...there were other people there. At least 500 in each heat. And over 25 heats throughout the day. But I felt alone. I wasn't the…