Happy Tuesday!! Look out now but there may be sufficient evidence that I in fact do care about my health. As of today I have made it through my first official holiday without cheating on my diet. Furthermore I got up and ran today. Should you be on a diet such as mine and believe that you have experienced hunger, I advise you to try to start your day with a good sweat. Then watch what your stomach does when you give it less than 400 calories over a six hour period. I felt like someone was stabbing me in the gut repeatedly. However I feel the effort is well worth it.
I wish I had time to chat but an extended weekend means extensive work load this Tuesday. In the pleasant mean time here is a link that is worth your time.
3 armed baby (with picture)
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Friday, May 26, 2006
End of the tunnel
Rock and Roll went well and I think we have a product that I could not be more proud of. All it took was 26 hours of studio time to record this precious track. So if you ever wonder why it takes your favourite bands so long to get out of a studio with a record there you are. We probably could have taken twice as long but again life keeps you under the gun. Ill try to get the song up in some form or in some way.
Be careful this holiday weekend. Memorial day and New Years day are what us professional drinkers call "Ametuer Hour" People will be drinking in force, and the cop presence will double at all your favourite routes. Elgin in particular is fond of the road block check. Do yourself a favor and lay off the booze.
Time draws precious as an office party looms within the hour. Will tonight finally bring the precious sleep that I have read about in old tales and dusty manuscripts? Probably not.
Links to make you
Top Colleges to find Wow Players
How to build a startup company
Frogger
Booze is good for men
Spammer Poetry
Hi strong sided by Ervin Hamlen (hannifournier@extrep.com)
hoof-shaped star check cone number
ice pillar dock superintendent test match yellow-tinging Louis heel washing machine tea oil tree self-conceived writing board frog-eyed double-shot pallet eye buck law spelling bee chicken heart sauce-alone ship-shaped mild-cured rock-enthroned Argyll-robertson sign jungle ox
Final thoughts
1. New band name: The Lights
1.a New Band name Album title: Turn me on
2. Never doubt what can be done if your willing to put the reps in.
3. Find out the history of Memorial Day
Have a good weekend.
Be careful this holiday weekend. Memorial day and New Years day are what us professional drinkers call "Ametuer Hour" People will be drinking in force, and the cop presence will double at all your favourite routes. Elgin in particular is fond of the road block check. Do yourself a favor and lay off the booze.
Time draws precious as an office party looms within the hour. Will tonight finally bring the precious sleep that I have read about in old tales and dusty manuscripts? Probably not.
Links to make you
Top Colleges to find Wow Players
How to build a startup company
Frogger
Booze is good for men
Spammer Poetry
Hi strong sided by Ervin Hamlen (hannifournier@extrep.com)
hoof-shaped star check cone number
ice pillar dock superintendent test match yellow-tinging Louis heel washing machine tea oil tree self-conceived writing board frog-eyed double-shot pallet eye buck law spelling bee chicken heart sauce-alone ship-shaped mild-cured rock-enthroned Argyll-robertson sign jungle ox
Final thoughts
1. New band name: The Lights
1.a New Band name Album title: Turn me on
2. Never doubt what can be done if your willing to put the reps in.
3. Find out the history of Memorial Day
Have a good weekend.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
The world turns slowly
Often we drift into the back of our minds and let run selective scenarios hat we would like to come see to fruition within our own lives. The latest trend in personal development books is focusing on these dreams. They ask you to see yourself as how you want to be. Studying fine details, noting every method undertook by our envisioned avatar. I myself have been a strong believer in the well sung Rocky Horror Picture Show mantra of “don’t dream it, be it”.
As long as I am throwing out antiquated pop culture references we may as well go to the old wheel house of American culture and quote Linus from the Peanuts daily cartoons. His reply would state “has it ever occurred to you, that you may be wrong”
The beauty and peril of dreams is that they are nothing more than fiction. When I create a mental image of myself I am more than happy to ignore the fine details of my present flaws. These flaws seem to have magically blown away. The present yet thankfully rescinding stomach bulge as well as my once razor sharp hairline which now sees its shores eroding as the high tide of my forehead ravages the coastline. These physical flaws are wiped clean. Replaced by the typical trappings found in clothing catalogues.
The flaw in today’s personal development gurus is that it is based upon the belief that you actually know what’s best for you. Unfortunately who you are and what you think should be are going to be decided by a terrible melting pot of culture and parental or lack of parental involvement.
The American dream is in its mind safety and peace. In its dark heart however we dream of being top dog. The one, who makes the wheels turn, is never second guessed and remarkably never wrong. While we yearn for security and to not live by fear of economics or health, our strongest desires ask for control.
What the development books will never tell you is that life is not an ordered process. You can make plans to be that person of your dreams but you will never fully be them. Static plans within a chaotic system will fail. The desire to control what cannot be controlled is fruitless. However the reason to be encouraged is that we are not static. We are static when we are dead. Instead, we have a beautiful chaotic world to live and breathe in.
Personal development has its place. Measuring progress is a good reminder. I am glad that the numbers on my scale moved slightly to the right believe you me. In my envisionment of myself I am lean and muscled. Someday I might actually be that image. However today I am not. Now what?
Now all we are to do is treat all others in kindness. Forgive ourselves, forgive others and give every worthwhile task put in front of us our best effort.
The hardest part for me and I believe my generation is the blasted notion that we shall be rewarded. I’m now two weeks into my doctor ordered ban on all culinary delights. The first week we had a success, poundage was moving away. However into week two the results have begun to slow. How is that in any way fair? I put in the work, I want results the same as last week. I have not strayed, I have sacrificed.
The best part of our world is that you can have no faith in it. The same applies to your body, your career and your hobbies. Turning away from our reward turning away from our ideal self and enjoying the surrounding environment becomes a harder and harder task the older I get. You notice others, you covet their education, and you covet their possessions. We desire these things and we want them now, however the world continues to turn at the same pace. We continue to focus on ourselves and our ideals all the while being slaves to the clocks unflinching hand and a world filled with events beyond our control. Yet we only become more determined to focus inward and beat the system. To rise above and control our fate and the fate of others.
Where are the books that devote themselves to you better improving others? Where are the books that say perhaps helping and being considerate of others will in fact grow you personally and help with appreciating who you are. I can think of one but I will leave that to subtlety.
My closer and more sarcastic readers may be wondering if I recently had my feelings stepped on thus the reason for these "wheres the love posts". I can tell you that this is not the case. The last couple of posts are a reflection of my personal disgust with myself. Cheers!!
While it may be a bit disjointed and uneven, consider this an epilogue to Tuesdays entry.
As long as I am throwing out antiquated pop culture references we may as well go to the old wheel house of American culture and quote Linus from the Peanuts daily cartoons. His reply would state “has it ever occurred to you, that you may be wrong”
The beauty and peril of dreams is that they are nothing more than fiction. When I create a mental image of myself I am more than happy to ignore the fine details of my present flaws. These flaws seem to have magically blown away. The present yet thankfully rescinding stomach bulge as well as my once razor sharp hairline which now sees its shores eroding as the high tide of my forehead ravages the coastline. These physical flaws are wiped clean. Replaced by the typical trappings found in clothing catalogues.
The flaw in today’s personal development gurus is that it is based upon the belief that you actually know what’s best for you. Unfortunately who you are and what you think should be are going to be decided by a terrible melting pot of culture and parental or lack of parental involvement.
The American dream is in its mind safety and peace. In its dark heart however we dream of being top dog. The one, who makes the wheels turn, is never second guessed and remarkably never wrong. While we yearn for security and to not live by fear of economics or health, our strongest desires ask for control.
What the development books will never tell you is that life is not an ordered process. You can make plans to be that person of your dreams but you will never fully be them. Static plans within a chaotic system will fail. The desire to control what cannot be controlled is fruitless. However the reason to be encouraged is that we are not static. We are static when we are dead. Instead, we have a beautiful chaotic world to live and breathe in.
Personal development has its place. Measuring progress is a good reminder. I am glad that the numbers on my scale moved slightly to the right believe you me. In my envisionment of myself I am lean and muscled. Someday I might actually be that image. However today I am not. Now what?
Now all we are to do is treat all others in kindness. Forgive ourselves, forgive others and give every worthwhile task put in front of us our best effort.
The hardest part for me and I believe my generation is the blasted notion that we shall be rewarded. I’m now two weeks into my doctor ordered ban on all culinary delights. The first week we had a success, poundage was moving away. However into week two the results have begun to slow. How is that in any way fair? I put in the work, I want results the same as last week. I have not strayed, I have sacrificed.
The best part of our world is that you can have no faith in it. The same applies to your body, your career and your hobbies. Turning away from our reward turning away from our ideal self and enjoying the surrounding environment becomes a harder and harder task the older I get. You notice others, you covet their education, and you covet their possessions. We desire these things and we want them now, however the world continues to turn at the same pace. We continue to focus on ourselves and our ideals all the while being slaves to the clocks unflinching hand and a world filled with events beyond our control. Yet we only become more determined to focus inward and beat the system. To rise above and control our fate and the fate of others.
Where are the books that devote themselves to you better improving others? Where are the books that say perhaps helping and being considerate of others will in fact grow you personally and help with appreciating who you are. I can think of one but I will leave that to subtlety.
My closer and more sarcastic readers may be wondering if I recently had my feelings stepped on thus the reason for these "wheres the love posts". I can tell you that this is not the case. The last couple of posts are a reflection of my personal disgust with myself. Cheers!!
While it may be a bit disjointed and uneven, consider this an epilogue to Tuesdays entry.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Weary
I only have nine minutes before my meeting so I figured I would give typing under the gun another try.
The Cholesterol free life i have been leading has had some curious side effects. First the good: I have dropped around 10 pounds. The bad: my stomach is constantly tied in knots, I am hungry almost all day and I cant drink booze anymore. Seriously last night I had a few of the rum's and diet cokes with a meal and I was drunker then a frat boy freshman at homecoming. I probably havent been that drunk in well over a year. I guess with no grease and meat my body just gives itself fully to the room spinning indulgences of alchohol.
I have not heard back from Ruse but I am assuming that tonight is the night for the final tracking on "For the Kill" should be good times. I'm also going to try to disuade him from the uber pretentious band name of Analogue Vanity. Seriously theres indy rock band names and then theres Holyier than thou indy rock names that consist of a guy playing the trombone with accompaniment by a tamborine and cowbell. I dont want to be one of those bands and the Analogue name sounds like a trombone playing band.
If anyone has a good band name leave me a note in comments.
And with that my time is up.
The Cholesterol free life i have been leading has had some curious side effects. First the good: I have dropped around 10 pounds. The bad: my stomach is constantly tied in knots, I am hungry almost all day and I cant drink booze anymore. Seriously last night I had a few of the rum's and diet cokes with a meal and I was drunker then a frat boy freshman at homecoming. I probably havent been that drunk in well over a year. I guess with no grease and meat my body just gives itself fully to the room spinning indulgences of alchohol.
I have not heard back from Ruse but I am assuming that tonight is the night for the final tracking on "For the Kill" should be good times. I'm also going to try to disuade him from the uber pretentious band name of Analogue Vanity. Seriously theres indy rock band names and then theres Holyier than thou indy rock names that consist of a guy playing the trombone with accompaniment by a tamborine and cowbell. I dont want to be one of those bands and the Analogue name sounds like a trombone playing band.
If anyone has a good band name leave me a note in comments.
And with that my time is up.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
A New Playbook
Time passes on; greater and lesser revelations are made visible. The truth screams into my deaf ears to rise up and seize the day. However opportunities seizure has become written by an apparently different judicial system. When an animal looks for food in his typical hunting grounds and finds nothing, he then looks and finds a new source or he will die. Such is the reality the greatly tugs upon the scruff of my neck. There is need for new strategies, I have achieved a level that ten years ago I could not have considered. Now atop this plateau I only find that the true mountain lies ahead and that the current systems that are in place will not get me far up this mountain.
So we see a need for a new playbook. Today, I plan to ditch the motions and routes known and gathered by my scholastic years. Unfortunately these designs are proving to be wanting in its ability to deliver in the “real” world. I need real plans that involve not waiting for el momento perfecto, but designed around working and creating these opportunities.
For these times I have begun undertaking a simple and Biblical method:
1. Thank the Creator for times past.
2. Ask for Wisdom for the current and future.
3. Do all things as if for the Lord
4. Love all and forgive the past
Despite it’s simplicity there is work to do and a life to live quite differently than the selfishness I have shown in the past.
Rock & Roll and a hard place
So we set up this premise. We have a song that a label wants to have on a compilation cd. Lets bring in a number of drummers and get as many ideas for the track as we can possibly record. For this scientific study we used:
Drummer A: A fan plain and simple. Young energetic, reminds me of me a few years ago. Rough talent, no prior work experience, good image.
Drummer B: Big talent, opinionated, lengthy successful resume, adequate image, standard setter, moody.
Both musicians converge upon our bat cave and the good times roll. Out of deference, respect, age, obligations we allow Mr. B to take the first swing of the sticks and it is money time. Quickly we have 3 useable tracks and a large portion of time available. Thrilled at our progress we begin demoing other tracks and allowing Mr. B to take a literal and figurative crack at them. When it rains it pours and there is sonic bliss all over my new rug. 3 songs now have workable drum tracks.
So the hour draws late and we do not want Mr. A to feel chided. So we call Mr. B’s day a wrap and politely escort him to his car so Mr. A can warm up. It is in this parking lot that I fall trap to the biggest mistake we made of the night, we start talking of the future.
After a 30 minute conversation I can finally moderate my co-conspirator and Mr. B into a parting of ways. I walk back with the ruse and give him my sternest what the hell look. The reasons for this realm around the cliff notes of the parking lot conversation. Here they are in all there glorious glory:
A. What are you doing?
B. What is our goal?
C. Who is Mr. A?
D. Should we start plotting strategies?
E. Is this worth the time?
F. Random anecdote
G. Talk of big money
H. More dreaming
I. Random anecdote
J. I sigh in frustration
K. Lip service paid all around
L. Decision to meet in a fortnight
M. Concession to let Mr. A have his whirl
So we let Mr. A have his go, and the results where better than expected thus causing an even better dilemma for me and my partner as now I am gung ho on the side of Mr. A. While my hesitant band chum wants to go with the safe bet.
The lesson learned was that we should’ve never of had the conversation as it only allowed Mr. B to inject his desires which caused a conflict on our immediate project.
Lesson two is that 10 plus hours of drum tracking is not the best way to spend a night.
So a pair of overnighters appear to be in order for us to complete this project.
And with that we close todays entry. I could go on but I think I long overstayed my welcome.
So we see a need for a new playbook. Today, I plan to ditch the motions and routes known and gathered by my scholastic years. Unfortunately these designs are proving to be wanting in its ability to deliver in the “real” world. I need real plans that involve not waiting for el momento perfecto, but designed around working and creating these opportunities.
For these times I have begun undertaking a simple and Biblical method:
1. Thank the Creator for times past.
2. Ask for Wisdom for the current and future.
3. Do all things as if for the Lord
4. Love all and forgive the past
Despite it’s simplicity there is work to do and a life to live quite differently than the selfishness I have shown in the past.
Rock & Roll and a hard place
So we set up this premise. We have a song that a label wants to have on a compilation cd. Lets bring in a number of drummers and get as many ideas for the track as we can possibly record. For this scientific study we used:
Drummer A: A fan plain and simple. Young energetic, reminds me of me a few years ago. Rough talent, no prior work experience, good image.
Drummer B: Big talent, opinionated, lengthy successful resume, adequate image, standard setter, moody.
Both musicians converge upon our bat cave and the good times roll. Out of deference, respect, age, obligations we allow Mr. B to take the first swing of the sticks and it is money time. Quickly we have 3 useable tracks and a large portion of time available. Thrilled at our progress we begin demoing other tracks and allowing Mr. B to take a literal and figurative crack at them. When it rains it pours and there is sonic bliss all over my new rug. 3 songs now have workable drum tracks.
So the hour draws late and we do not want Mr. A to feel chided. So we call Mr. B’s day a wrap and politely escort him to his car so Mr. A can warm up. It is in this parking lot that I fall trap to the biggest mistake we made of the night, we start talking of the future.
After a 30 minute conversation I can finally moderate my co-conspirator and Mr. B into a parting of ways. I walk back with the ruse and give him my sternest what the hell look. The reasons for this realm around the cliff notes of the parking lot conversation. Here they are in all there glorious glory:
A. What are you doing?
B. What is our goal?
C. Who is Mr. A?
D. Should we start plotting strategies?
E. Is this worth the time?
F. Random anecdote
G. Talk of big money
H. More dreaming
I. Random anecdote
J. I sigh in frustration
K. Lip service paid all around
L. Decision to meet in a fortnight
M. Concession to let Mr. A have his whirl
So we let Mr. A have his go, and the results where better than expected thus causing an even better dilemma for me and my partner as now I am gung ho on the side of Mr. A. While my hesitant band chum wants to go with the safe bet.
The lesson learned was that we should’ve never of had the conversation as it only allowed Mr. B to inject his desires which caused a conflict on our immediate project.
Lesson two is that 10 plus hours of drum tracking is not the best way to spend a night.
So a pair of overnighters appear to be in order for us to complete this project.
And with that we close todays entry. I could go on but I think I long overstayed my welcome.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Anticipation builds
Drum tracking has been postponed until the weekend which means a brutal 2 day marathon is in order to complete work for the compilation album. Now also it appears that there will be a show involved. My oh my how life can quicken.
Suffice to say a good weekend will be the catalyst of this episode of my life.
That being said I have things to do. Happy Friday!
Heres some links for the (quality?) bands that we will be playing with. FYI I just heard about them and their may be material on their sites that is not condoned by the work place. Surf carefully.
Silver Atlas
Cold Water Mystic
The Klye Mann Combo
Raised on Zenith
Suffice to say a good weekend will be the catalyst of this episode of my life.
That being said I have things to do. Happy Friday!
Heres some links for the (quality?) bands that we will be playing with. FYI I just heard about them and their may be material on their sites that is not condoned by the work place. Surf carefully.
Silver Atlas
Cold Water Mystic
The Klye Mann Combo
Raised on Zenith
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Drunken Tone Deaf Clowns
Well today marks the first day in about a month where I feel that I actually have a handle on my clients. Sure there are some rough patches, but people are paying and the level of terror has dropped a significant bit. A lot of these concerns where alleviated by discussions with my superiors and thus we bluntly stumble into today’s life lesson.
I know I want to be that guy who knows everything, but I’m not and never will be. I want to do everything on my own, but sometimes a 10 minute conversation with someone who’s been there before will spare you hours of time. Point being reach out and look for the counsel of wise people in matters that bring you difficulty. Swallow that pride.
New tune “Snow Bank” was cranked out I’m picking up the polished mix from Aaron today for lunch. Not sure on the product it’s definitely a love or hate affair. And one of the issues when you spend 7 hours working on a project is you absolutely begin to lose objectivity. It’s more often the case that we work all night only to come back the next day and wonder who let the drunken tone deaf clowns produce and engineer the album while we slept. The answers always us and typically the reason is that we never have the common sense to actually step outside of the project even for a few moments.
Unfortunately, Aaron seems to suffer for the compulsive characteristics that I do. While I would never say an unkind word against a friend, I know for myself that I am either your main man. I’m one hundred percent into what were doing and I’m giving it my all, or I’m just a whiny petulant bitch that won’t pay attention and forgets key details. I’ve worked quite hard to even this out but it’s a struggle.
Hey if we were all even then the world would have no excitement.
Happy Thursday!
I know I want to be that guy who knows everything, but I’m not and never will be. I want to do everything on my own, but sometimes a 10 minute conversation with someone who’s been there before will spare you hours of time. Point being reach out and look for the counsel of wise people in matters that bring you difficulty. Swallow that pride.
New tune “Snow Bank” was cranked out I’m picking up the polished mix from Aaron today for lunch. Not sure on the product it’s definitely a love or hate affair. And one of the issues when you spend 7 hours working on a project is you absolutely begin to lose objectivity. It’s more often the case that we work all night only to come back the next day and wonder who let the drunken tone deaf clowns produce and engineer the album while we slept. The answers always us and typically the reason is that we never have the common sense to actually step outside of the project even for a few moments.
Unfortunately, Aaron seems to suffer for the compulsive characteristics that I do. While I would never say an unkind word against a friend, I know for myself that I am either your main man. I’m one hundred percent into what were doing and I’m giving it my all, or I’m just a whiny petulant bitch that won’t pay attention and forgets key details. I’ve worked quite hard to even this out but it’s a struggle.
Hey if we were all even then the world would have no excitement.
Happy Thursday!
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
88 Days to go
I was indeed the typical American youth. Beer and BBQ were my only real culinary desires. Now some crazy doctor has told me that this menu has served my up a healthy dose of possible heart failure.
So I am taking his advice and have begun a stringent diet involving the eating of more leaves than I can count. So here we are day 3, two terrible days behind us. Let me tell you that if your body is not used to the substance known as fiber, once you begin eating vast quantities of this substance your body will give you a nice cramping painful surprise. I don’t want to bore and disgust you with the details but for two days my body has let me know that they want their cheeseburgers and roast beef sandwiches back.
88 days and I can try to live in moderation. It’s funny but when your hungry and your options are limited even things you never liked in the past suddenly are quite tasty. Hello cucumber my new friend, please don’t pay attention to lady red meats over there. Though she and I had quite a fling I don’t plan on seeing her any time soon.
Politics
Well I think we actually got a good idea going here in regards to immigration. Having only time these days to skim headlines it appears that our President is sending troops from the National Guard down to the border in order protect from the estimated thousands that cross on a daily basis.
Sounds like a start to me, next we just need that huge electrified fence that everyone jokes about but is really serious about in their unspoken thoughts. Could you imagine the collective heart attack that environmental naturalists would have should we actually put a fence up? Oh man the natural territories we would disrupt and the water and mating routes that would be eliminated. Clearly that plan is not a plan as those desperate enough would only begin to tunnel like other more creative drug smugglers have done.
The thought of a poor starved person popping out of the ground gives me a sadistic chuckle. I think that would be a good measuring stick. If someone is willing to dig their own damn tunnel into America, that’s the kind of worker we need in the country. Any body can walk, let’s see you engineer and travel a man made 20 mile horizontal mine shaft. You become an immediate citizen if once you pop up you immediately destroy your creation.
Sexy Side Action
Today we go for final touch ups on “For the Kill”. Thursday we finish drums and this weekend we will send product off to Windy City Records. With any luck this will be the first notch in the VanRuse belt. Put a sock on the doorknob because were under the gun and we will need to make magic all night.
So I am taking his advice and have begun a stringent diet involving the eating of more leaves than I can count. So here we are day 3, two terrible days behind us. Let me tell you that if your body is not used to the substance known as fiber, once you begin eating vast quantities of this substance your body will give you a nice cramping painful surprise. I don’t want to bore and disgust you with the details but for two days my body has let me know that they want their cheeseburgers and roast beef sandwiches back.
88 days and I can try to live in moderation. It’s funny but when your hungry and your options are limited even things you never liked in the past suddenly are quite tasty. Hello cucumber my new friend, please don’t pay attention to lady red meats over there. Though she and I had quite a fling I don’t plan on seeing her any time soon.
Politics
Well I think we actually got a good idea going here in regards to immigration. Having only time these days to skim headlines it appears that our President is sending troops from the National Guard down to the border in order protect from the estimated thousands that cross on a daily basis.
Sounds like a start to me, next we just need that huge electrified fence that everyone jokes about but is really serious about in their unspoken thoughts. Could you imagine the collective heart attack that environmental naturalists would have should we actually put a fence up? Oh man the natural territories we would disrupt and the water and mating routes that would be eliminated. Clearly that plan is not a plan as those desperate enough would only begin to tunnel like other more creative drug smugglers have done.
The thought of a poor starved person popping out of the ground gives me a sadistic chuckle. I think that would be a good measuring stick. If someone is willing to dig their own damn tunnel into America, that’s the kind of worker we need in the country. Any body can walk, let’s see you engineer and travel a man made 20 mile horizontal mine shaft. You become an immediate citizen if once you pop up you immediately destroy your creation.
Sexy Side Action
Today we go for final touch ups on “For the Kill”. Thursday we finish drums and this weekend we will send product off to Windy City Records. With any luck this will be the first notch in the VanRuse belt. Put a sock on the doorknob because were under the gun and we will need to make magic all night.
Monday, May 15, 2006
LDL
So Conan was a blast, weekend BBQ went well, Mothers day was charming to say the least.
The only downside to this stupendous of weekends would be the little visit I paid to the doctor. I have been informed that I have extremely high cholesterol levels. Direct quote from the Doc “How old are you? You know what, if it tastes good don’t eat it! You need to eat nothing but rabbit food for the next three months. If you don’t get this down we will be forced to put you on medication.”
Raised Italian my diet tends to consist of primarily red meats and pasta. It’s what I like, its about all I will regularly eat. Typical or safe LDL (bad cholesterol) when measured scores about 80 on some scale unbeknownst to myself. What I do know is that I scored a 155. Ouch, double the recommended limit.
So dietary times they are a changing. Adios fast food lunches. Today I had imported from casa Van Yzendoorn a very sensible salad and a cut up chicken breast. Add some baby carrots and cherry tomatoes and yum yum.
It’s fun when you don’t have a choice but the idea that I will have to go through this summer season of BBQ’s and beer blasts eating salad and removing beer equals a rough three months ahead.
Even worse after this I will have to use moderation. UGH!! Come back to me my 17 year metabolism. You could do no wrong.
And now for kicks a little spammer poetry.
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The only downside to this stupendous of weekends would be the little visit I paid to the doctor. I have been informed that I have extremely high cholesterol levels. Direct quote from the Doc “How old are you? You know what, if it tastes good don’t eat it! You need to eat nothing but rabbit food for the next three months. If you don’t get this down we will be forced to put you on medication.”
Raised Italian my diet tends to consist of primarily red meats and pasta. It’s what I like, its about all I will regularly eat. Typical or safe LDL (bad cholesterol) when measured scores about 80 on some scale unbeknownst to myself. What I do know is that I scored a 155. Ouch, double the recommended limit.
So dietary times they are a changing. Adios fast food lunches. Today I had imported from casa Van Yzendoorn a very sensible salad and a cut up chicken breast. Add some baby carrots and cherry tomatoes and yum yum.
It’s fun when you don’t have a choice but the idea that I will have to go through this summer season of BBQ’s and beer blasts eating salad and removing beer equals a rough three months ahead.
Even worse after this I will have to use moderation. UGH!! Come back to me my 17 year metabolism. You could do no wrong.
And now for kicks a little spammer poetry.
Today on Tiscali by Letha Caudill (ygyutftatvev@urbanicasas.com)
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Thursday, May 11, 2006
7 Minute Blog Entry
I have given myself a cap on how long I have to create this post. Gone are the days where I could let me thoughts simmer and stew. Forget proper grammar and corrected spelling. Work load is now requiring me to go completely linear.
It is actually nice to be uber busy now. My current client has a penchant for auditing every line of data that comes through the pipeline. This in turn creates a lot of mindless busy work and phone calls for me. I hit up our purchasing department for an email blaster. I figured we could save money for the client on billable hours by simply having a mechanism to dump email address into and a canned format and have it blasted to all participants and places unkown.
It also would give me prime opportunity to start that spam money making scheme I always knew I had in me.
So work is at a great clip. Unfortunately the blog suffers because you know I'm not going to do this during my free time. When my hours are billable only to myself I am suddenly much more concerned about not being a time sink.
2 minutes left and all I can say if you havent stopped by Joystiq.com and checked out the videos and shots of the Nintendo Wii you should. It truly looks like it will be the party machine that brings games into the main stream. For example look at the tennis game which allows you to control the swing speed and shot of the ball by the the movements of your arm in relation to the controller.
Sounds like the next great pastime for me when im drunk. Which might be the only time I will ever say "game of tennis anyone?"
Connan tommorow catch ya in the weekend.
It is actually nice to be uber busy now. My current client has a penchant for auditing every line of data that comes through the pipeline. This in turn creates a lot of mindless busy work and phone calls for me. I hit up our purchasing department for an email blaster. I figured we could save money for the client on billable hours by simply having a mechanism to dump email address into and a canned format and have it blasted to all participants and places unkown.
It also would give me prime opportunity to start that spam money making scheme I always knew I had in me.
So work is at a great clip. Unfortunately the blog suffers because you know I'm not going to do this during my free time. When my hours are billable only to myself I am suddenly much more concerned about not being a time sink.
2 minutes left and all I can say if you havent stopped by Joystiq.com and checked out the videos and shots of the Nintendo Wii you should. It truly looks like it will be the party machine that brings games into the main stream. For example look at the tennis game which allows you to control the swing speed and shot of the ball by the the movements of your arm in relation to the controller.
Sounds like the next great pastime for me when im drunk. Which might be the only time I will ever say "game of tennis anyone?"
Connan tommorow catch ya in the weekend.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Bombarded
Man oh man! Work is just letting me have it. Believe me I am beginning to reminisce fondly of days of yore when I could sit back at work and simply bring quality informative content out. It’s all billable hours so it’s all good.
Puppy was purchased and continues to be a thorn in my sleep schedule. I’ve also come to the realization that putting hopes into my self being physically capable of completing all of my work tasks and still having enough energy to be energized to the point of regularly working out are false.
Therefore the new plan is to attempt to rise one hour earlier than typical and to get in a workout there. I remember a few months ago when I was regularly working out that I had a considerable increase in energy throughout the day. The goal is to get the workouts going 3-4 days a week. The challenge is actually getting up and loosing that hour of sleep. I keep telling myself that I am young and don’t need sleep, but my body seems to think that I’m a fool.
Sorry for the suck known as this post. I try to keep it more commentary than diary, but work has me so focused that really there is little of the outside world that I am able to look at lately.
Work home and sleep. Rinse repeat in 50 years you retire. Huzzah!!
Puppy was purchased and continues to be a thorn in my sleep schedule. I’ve also come to the realization that putting hopes into my self being physically capable of completing all of my work tasks and still having enough energy to be energized to the point of regularly working out are false.
Therefore the new plan is to attempt to rise one hour earlier than typical and to get in a workout there. I remember a few months ago when I was regularly working out that I had a considerable increase in energy throughout the day. The goal is to get the workouts going 3-4 days a week. The challenge is actually getting up and loosing that hour of sleep. I keep telling myself that I am young and don’t need sleep, but my body seems to think that I’m a fool.
Sorry for the suck known as this post. I try to keep it more commentary than diary, but work has me so focused that really there is little of the outside world that I am able to look at lately.
Work home and sleep. Rinse repeat in 50 years you retire. Huzzah!!
Friday, May 05, 2006
Mayo de Tequila
I always enjoy foreign holidays such as Christmas and the Gay and Lesbian parade. But few stand alone for pure excuses for binge drinking like Cinco de Mayo and St. Patricks day.
For the few who still dont know, this day is celebrated based upon the fabulous ass whupping put on the French army by the Mexican army. Dates... I dont know or care lets just say this happened in 1870 just cause.
Any way, have you ever wondered if the French have any pride in their Millitary? I know it seems they are potrayed world wide in cartoons and film as aloof and limp wristed warriors and people. Do French people just accept that they are considered pansys? At least they are through the rose colored glasses known as American upbringing. I will consider this topic while I celebrate their defeat while sipping margaritas tonight.
For the few who still dont know, this day is celebrated based upon the fabulous ass whupping put on the French army by the Mexican army. Dates... I dont know or care lets just say this happened in 1870 just cause.
Any way, have you ever wondered if the French have any pride in their Millitary? I know it seems they are potrayed world wide in cartoons and film as aloof and limp wristed warriors and people. Do French people just accept that they are considered pansys? At least they are through the rose colored glasses known as American upbringing. I will consider this topic while I celebrate their defeat while sipping margaritas tonight.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Busy Busy Day
Good news to lead us off, as a talent scout from Windy City records caught wind of a track and has offered us a spot on a compilation with a distribution of 5k. Aaron and I discussed logistics today at lunch.
The new dog continues to be a clump of fur doing puppy things. There is nothing better than sitting outside on a cool night hoping the dog will go the bathroom. Eventually if nothing happens you give up. So I bring this dog back in, toss him up on our bed while I change into sleep wear, turn around and guess who now has to wash his sheets.
Busy busy day.
The new dog continues to be a clump of fur doing puppy things. There is nothing better than sitting outside on a cool night hoping the dog will go the bathroom. Eventually if nothing happens you give up. So I bring this dog back in, toss him up on our bed while I change into sleep wear, turn around and guess who now has to wash his sheets.
Busy busy day.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Immigration is the highest form of flattery….
Often I run scenarios through my mind entertaining thoughts of a career in politics. Seeing as all politicians at one point were young and idealistic, I wonder if all elected officials start out as well meaning do-wellians who eventually succumb to the power of party control and the all mighty dollar.
I’m sure some are legacies whom have had a right leg firmly entrenched in leadership. The same occurs in the densely Italian neighborhood such as the one I am from. Cousin Tony is the alderman and his kid runs the waste management portions of the county. That’s how it is; his kid will one day be elected. Probably a friend of Cousin Tony will hold the office until the kid is of age and experience and just like that the cycle continues.
Legacies aside, their must be a minority that still comes from nothing and can break into the political system. Enough of the day dreaming and onto reality….
Immigration, if you have turned on the news through TV or car you have probably seen/heard that yesterday was the much hyped Illegal Rally in a number of major U.S. cities. This rally has lofty goals such as “shutting down the nation” because illegal immigrants are what makes this country work.
I love these types of rallies. It’s always portrayed as such a love fest. Look at these people!!! All they want is to work in the greatest country in the world!!!! These people love this country!!!! And to show their love they have decided to unanimously attempt to sabotage the economic stability of the country they so desperately need to be in!!
Buckle down; stop complaining that immigration laws are too hard. Of course they are hard we don’t need a swarm of uneducated people we are raising a fine crop of our own. You pride yourself on your hard work? Why don’t you work hard to become a legal citizen of this country?
The protest is a beautiful thing!!! However the message is still just as effective on a Saturday. The premise around this entire procession is so counterintuitive that it borders on sitcom standards. Could you imagine if we formed a rally supporting legal immigrants that was based on everyone calling off work in an effort to show our value to the economy? We would be called irresponsible we would be shamed by the media and politicians would have been falling off their luxury recliners to spout off in front of a news camera on how we were letting the country down.
I guess everyone loves an underdog. I myself fully support the rally purely based on the fact that it seemed to shorten my commute. Secondly, I support because it gives our government a prime opportunity to photograph and catalogue every illegal in an urban area.
Now wouldn’t it be funny if another rally is virally started by our own government in an attempt to round up illegals? Now that’s the type of government I could support.
And as a p.s. since this column is way to serious for fun links or videos….
For the love of God stop blaming the Companies for high gas prices. Gas prices are decided by the selling of oil futures which are priced based on anticipation of supply and demand. Any further intrigue would involve gouging and a governmental and distribution level.
Do we go after the farmers when milk goes up a few cents? Do we call for investigations when a corn farmer shows a profit?
And a second and final p.s…..
New taxes on companies do NOT lower your prices. Companies do this great thing called passing on the expense to the consumer. Government taxation only brings prices up.
Take it to a personal level, if the government suddenly took 80% of your paycheck away you would have to find more means of acquiring income or you would request that your main source of income ups their donation.
Economics bitches!! The math never lies however every news outlet will probably take up arms to prove it does. This just in….. Math is hopped up on drugs and holding a baby hostage while driving a gas guzzling SUV!! More details at 11.
I’m sure some are legacies whom have had a right leg firmly entrenched in leadership. The same occurs in the densely Italian neighborhood such as the one I am from. Cousin Tony is the alderman and his kid runs the waste management portions of the county. That’s how it is; his kid will one day be elected. Probably a friend of Cousin Tony will hold the office until the kid is of age and experience and just like that the cycle continues.
Legacies aside, their must be a minority that still comes from nothing and can break into the political system. Enough of the day dreaming and onto reality….
Immigration, if you have turned on the news through TV or car you have probably seen/heard that yesterday was the much hyped Illegal Rally in a number of major U.S. cities. This rally has lofty goals such as “shutting down the nation” because illegal immigrants are what makes this country work.
I love these types of rallies. It’s always portrayed as such a love fest. Look at these people!!! All they want is to work in the greatest country in the world!!!! These people love this country!!!! And to show their love they have decided to unanimously attempt to sabotage the economic stability of the country they so desperately need to be in!!
Buckle down; stop complaining that immigration laws are too hard. Of course they are hard we don’t need a swarm of uneducated people we are raising a fine crop of our own. You pride yourself on your hard work? Why don’t you work hard to become a legal citizen of this country?
The protest is a beautiful thing!!! However the message is still just as effective on a Saturday. The premise around this entire procession is so counterintuitive that it borders on sitcom standards. Could you imagine if we formed a rally supporting legal immigrants that was based on everyone calling off work in an effort to show our value to the economy? We would be called irresponsible we would be shamed by the media and politicians would have been falling off their luxury recliners to spout off in front of a news camera on how we were letting the country down.
I guess everyone loves an underdog. I myself fully support the rally purely based on the fact that it seemed to shorten my commute. Secondly, I support because it gives our government a prime opportunity to photograph and catalogue every illegal in an urban area.
Now wouldn’t it be funny if another rally is virally started by our own government in an attempt to round up illegals? Now that’s the type of government I could support.
And as a p.s. since this column is way to serious for fun links or videos….
For the love of God stop blaming the Companies for high gas prices. Gas prices are decided by the selling of oil futures which are priced based on anticipation of supply and demand. Any further intrigue would involve gouging and a governmental and distribution level.
Do we go after the farmers when milk goes up a few cents? Do we call for investigations when a corn farmer shows a profit?
And a second and final p.s…..
New taxes on companies do NOT lower your prices. Companies do this great thing called passing on the expense to the consumer. Government taxation only brings prices up.
Take it to a personal level, if the government suddenly took 80% of your paycheck away you would have to find more means of acquiring income or you would request that your main source of income ups their donation.
Economics bitches!! The math never lies however every news outlet will probably take up arms to prove it does. This just in….. Math is hopped up on drugs and holding a baby hostage while driving a gas guzzling SUV!! More details at 11.
Monday, May 01, 2006
New Additions
Life updates, Spammer Poetry, Someone wants to kill me's assasinator revealed!!!!, Links to make you, and more videos than you would want....
What a weekend. Started off slowly we were scheduled to attend the Art Chicago Festival, but our ride lost their cellphone and my Friday was left to finding that sweet sweet freind Miller Lite with a side of WoW. Nothing better than visiting two old friends who are always there when ya need them.
Saturday marks a day that will change my life as we brought a little Yorkshire Terrier into our home. If I had some I would post pics but for now just invision Toto from the Wizard of Oz and youll have the correct image. We named the tiny little bugger Corgan in rememberance of my fallen from grace hero. I think it is cruel irony to name your dog after a persona that had a comparitavely even hand in my development next to my parents.
Of course the little champ is unable to sleep through the night, and its not barking, its making noises simmillar to the insesant squeezing of the chew toy we bought him. The little punk gets mad too, definetly fits into the Van legacy as the second he is caged he suddenly become a bezerker. Letting him out at 6am on a Sunday to go outside is doing nothing to endear myself to him but this little science expirement is providing a solid foundation for the continued use of birth control.
Good News!!
Bulls continue to whup the over aged flamers known as the Miami Heat. This "championship" callibre team is resorting to cheap shots and ref complaints in order to stomach the losses pegged too them by an upstart group of youngsters. Do I think the Bulls will win the series..NO!! I'm not yet fully on the bus, but I have stepped foot onto the bus and I'm reaching into my pockets to see if I have some change.
Speaking of being firmly seated on a bus, in fact, sitting front row since they day I was born. The Sox continue to burninate all who dare take up arms against them. 17-7 record after and 1-4 start? I think a second trophy is in our future, and best of all the Cubs can look forward to a .500 season at best. Life is good and during times like these always remember to call those who mocked you for supporting your team during the down years. Those are the truly precious moments of supporting a winning team.
Spammer Poetry
A crap ton of submission this week and I had the pleasant task of sifting through them. I present to you the top two weekends best:
Successful Transmission by Debra Maynard (zqmalbnhtgb@ugfoa.org)
individual continuant ark
kenya trainmen cyanic carcinoma manuel
socket bean lasso
campsite slurry destructor
novice mildew
montage slurry s
cherzo bottleneck coarsen cadet
nurse vulpine boot mustachio
board booby glidden justinian
crestfallen anarch upstand
blowfish arcadia righteous
prospect poinsettia prolix
whimsey
beaumont
indian holyoke compile
cassock apothegm vista
backstage coolant deadline
commensurate coachmen dagger cacti
Technologies Approved by Addie Leonard (GGTKSU@wildschoenau.com)
pigment afterward cam brandy
titian jacobian mendelssohn childish
armistice roadblock tess
consignor definition
bimodal abdicate gerhardt madmen
kalmuk grownup magnanimity
osteopath cutworm
stash discretion
seacoast amphetamine crass
churn provide fro frambesia
skill ezekiel
haas snail
deodorant enormous
belie anent becky sultan
awn transpose restitution tub
craft sunshade cosh
behest irresolvable
drafty grizzly
inequivalent purchasable
Who wants to kill me?
A couple of posts ago I made public my investigation into who or whom had cut my brake lines and caused my to have to deliver my vehicle into the shady arms of a local mechanic. Of course of the suspects listed not one actually committed the act, however I have not ruled them out as an accomplice.
My mechanics investigation deduced that recently I had replaced the ball joints on my Chevy Blazer. During this process the wire "may" have been jostled and loosened enought to allow for the brake fluid to begin to leak out. Who you may ask would be the one to have performed this ball joint "maintenance". Why only the father of my wife RICHARD L.!!!
It now becomes almost too painfully clear. Richard is recently retired. What do recently retired people suffer from most of all? Boredom and empty nest syndrom. With me out of the way my wife would have no other choice but to return to her parents home. While I will never bring knowledge of my investigation to the proper authorities believe you me... I keep an eye peeled from this point forward.
Links to make you
All sorts of web developer resources
Make your own Gas
Classic diseases making a comeback
Tons of free Technology related books
The Motorcycle Airbag (a link for Yak)
Videos for filler
Heres some videos that rocked my world. Bruce Lees one inch away punch, First video of the sentinells from X3 (definetly an uber nerd experience), and speaking of Uber-nerds I have included a funny video of grown ass people immitating the dancing styles of charachters from World of Warcraft.
If you actually made it through all the content in this post you can thank me for wasting an hour of your life in the comments.
What a weekend. Started off slowly we were scheduled to attend the Art Chicago Festival, but our ride lost their cellphone and my Friday was left to finding that sweet sweet freind Miller Lite with a side of WoW. Nothing better than visiting two old friends who are always there when ya need them.
Saturday marks a day that will change my life as we brought a little Yorkshire Terrier into our home. If I had some I would post pics but for now just invision Toto from the Wizard of Oz and youll have the correct image. We named the tiny little bugger Corgan in rememberance of my fallen from grace hero. I think it is cruel irony to name your dog after a persona that had a comparitavely even hand in my development next to my parents.
Of course the little champ is unable to sleep through the night, and its not barking, its making noises simmillar to the insesant squeezing of the chew toy we bought him. The little punk gets mad too, definetly fits into the Van legacy as the second he is caged he suddenly become a bezerker. Letting him out at 6am on a Sunday to go outside is doing nothing to endear myself to him but this little science expirement is providing a solid foundation for the continued use of birth control.
Good News!!
Bulls continue to whup the over aged flamers known as the Miami Heat. This "championship" callibre team is resorting to cheap shots and ref complaints in order to stomach the losses pegged too them by an upstart group of youngsters. Do I think the Bulls will win the series..NO!! I'm not yet fully on the bus, but I have stepped foot onto the bus and I'm reaching into my pockets to see if I have some change.
Speaking of being firmly seated on a bus, in fact, sitting front row since they day I was born. The Sox continue to burninate all who dare take up arms against them. 17-7 record after and 1-4 start? I think a second trophy is in our future, and best of all the Cubs can look forward to a .500 season at best. Life is good and during times like these always remember to call those who mocked you for supporting your team during the down years. Those are the truly precious moments of supporting a winning team.
Spammer Poetry
A crap ton of submission this week and I had the pleasant task of sifting through them. I present to you the top two weekends best:
Successful Transmission by Debra Maynard (zqmalbnhtgb@ugfoa.org)
individual continuant ark
kenya trainmen cyanic carcinoma manuel
socket bean lasso
campsite slurry destructor
novice mildew
montage slurry s
cherzo bottleneck coarsen cadet
nurse vulpine boot mustachio
board booby glidden justinian
crestfallen anarch upstand
blowfish arcadia righteous
prospect poinsettia prolix
whimsey
beaumont
indian holyoke compile
cassock apothegm vista
backstage coolant deadline
commensurate coachmen dagger cacti
Technologies Approved by Addie Leonard (GGTKSU@wildschoenau.com)
pigment afterward cam brandy
titian jacobian mendelssohn childish
armistice roadblock tess
consignor definition
bimodal abdicate gerhardt madmen
kalmuk grownup magnanimity
osteopath cutworm
stash discretion
seacoast amphetamine crass
churn provide fro frambesia
skill ezekiel
haas snail
deodorant enormous
belie anent becky sultan
awn transpose restitution tub
craft sunshade cosh
behest irresolvable
drafty grizzly
inequivalent purchasable
Who wants to kill me?
A couple of posts ago I made public my investigation into who or whom had cut my brake lines and caused my to have to deliver my vehicle into the shady arms of a local mechanic. Of course of the suspects listed not one actually committed the act, however I have not ruled them out as an accomplice.
My mechanics investigation deduced that recently I had replaced the ball joints on my Chevy Blazer. During this process the wire "may" have been jostled and loosened enought to allow for the brake fluid to begin to leak out. Who you may ask would be the one to have performed this ball joint "maintenance". Why only the father of my wife RICHARD L.!!!
It now becomes almost too painfully clear. Richard is recently retired. What do recently retired people suffer from most of all? Boredom and empty nest syndrom. With me out of the way my wife would have no other choice but to return to her parents home. While I will never bring knowledge of my investigation to the proper authorities believe you me... I keep an eye peeled from this point forward.
Links to make you
All sorts of web developer resources
Make your own Gas
Classic diseases making a comeback
Tons of free Technology related books
The Motorcycle Airbag (a link for Yak)
Videos for filler
Heres some videos that rocked my world. Bruce Lees one inch away punch, First video of the sentinells from X3 (definetly an uber nerd experience), and speaking of Uber-nerds I have included a funny video of grown ass people immitating the dancing styles of charachters from World of Warcraft.
If you actually made it through all the content in this post you can thank me for wasting an hour of your life in the comments.
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