Thursday, September 21, 2006
30 cents...
...per gallon. That's the difference in gas prices I saw yesterday within a few miles of my place. I'm sure there are gas stations in town with more expensive gas, too. It's a bit ridiculous.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Dreams
Lately, I've been having lots of crazy dreams. I think this causes me to not sleep as well, or not feel as rested as I otherwise would (afterall, my mind was crazy busy all night). Usually, I'll dream of people trying to kill me and saving the world and other action packed themes. Last night was different. I had a particularly creepy dream, as well as a particularly fun dream (but light on the action).
I don't remember a whole lot about the creepy dream. Only that I was visiting some place, and that everytime I went to sleep, there would be a whole lot of crabs and bugs and other critters that would crawl on by. Not just on the floor, but on everything, including me. It was very hard to sleep in the dream with thousands of things crawling on top of the blankets. Very creepy. For some reason, I don't think that was the first time I had a dream like that.
The other dream, was much more enjoyable. There was some dancing, but the focus was a group of my friends and I playing catch in a park. It wasn't a regular game of catch, however, as everyone could use The Force (yes, I'm a nerd) to manipulate the ball. There were a few rules, like whoever was throwing the ball couldn't use The Force, and you couldn't use The Force until the ball was in the air. It did make the ball do some crazy weird things, though. It was quite a bit of fun.
I don't remember a whole lot about the creepy dream. Only that I was visiting some place, and that everytime I went to sleep, there would be a whole lot of crabs and bugs and other critters that would crawl on by. Not just on the floor, but on everything, including me. It was very hard to sleep in the dream with thousands of things crawling on top of the blankets. Very creepy. For some reason, I don't think that was the first time I had a dream like that.
The other dream, was much more enjoyable. There was some dancing, but the focus was a group of my friends and I playing catch in a park. It wasn't a regular game of catch, however, as everyone could use The Force (yes, I'm a nerd) to manipulate the ball. There were a few rules, like whoever was throwing the ball couldn't use The Force, and you couldn't use The Force until the ball was in the air. It did make the ball do some crazy weird things, though. It was quite a bit of fun.
Friday, July 07, 2006
New York, revisited
I visited New York city again. This time for the 4th of July.
The trip began with me being stuck in the very back of the plane, with no window, an engine right next to my head, and 4 very loud and annoying kids in two rows in front of me. Add the fact that I didn't have time to eat dinner at my next stop and it's obvious that it wasn't a pleasant time at all.
The unpleasant times ceased upon getting to New York, where there were friends, both old and new. There was an expedition to Connecticut, to see MacBeth, in a park. A nice relaxing time. There was an outing to the American Museum of Natural History. Which is a fantastic museum and I highly recommend it to everyone. A little later that night, my foot started to hurt, but I sucked it up and didn't let it stop me from enjoying myself. There was also an outing to Coney Island and the New York City Aquarium. Which was also enjoyable. The last major event was a firworks watching/blues dancing party. Many good times were had, and the fireworks were pretty cool. There was lots of little enjoyable aspects of the trip as well, but I don't feel like writing about them.
I got to the airport early for my return trip. I saw that my flight was an hour late (which meant a 4 hour wait). So, I decided to try to get standby on a flight that was supposed to leave in an hour (sounded really good to me, and I could have gotten in Austin by 9). I didn't know it at the time, but that flight was also an hour late, but 2 hours is still better than 4. At the time I got to the gate, I was #5 on the standby list. I grabbed some food and then looked at the list again, I had gotten pushed back to #27. I'm guessing that some flights had been cancelled due to the rain that morning, and that's why people got in front of me, so I wasn't too upset about it. I just admitted defeat, and checked in to my original flight.
It got to be about the time for my flight to leave, and they hadn't started boarding yet. Having been in the airport for 4 hours, I was getting a bit impatient. Then they announced that our plane was out of service, and the flight was cancelled. Then they made everybody stand in line to get a new flight. This is when having a hurt foot really started to suck (all the other walking around I did made it hurt a lot, and I was limping pretty heavily). I had to wait in line for 45 minutes to get my new flight scheduled and thought I was going to collapse from the pain. They couldn't get me on a flight that night, so they put me up in a hotel for the night. Which wasn't too bad. Unfortunately, my bag had made it on a plane. As luck would have it, all of my clean clothes were on that bag. So that really sucked.
The remainder of the trip went as follows: check in to hotel, eat, relax a bit, go to bed, wake up super damn early, shower, go to airport, catch flights home, wander around the massive amount of bags that arrived the night before, not seeing mine, talk to airline employees and learn that it may have been on my flight, wait for my bag to be unloaded from the plane, get bag, notice it has significantly more wear and tear than the last time I saw it, get food, go home, change to clean clothes, go to work.
Somehow my bag had gone to Phoenix. I don't know what's up with that. The damage to it sucks, but I'm just happy that it wasn't lost.
So, in summary, very good trip. I would only change the hurt foot, and the flight situation. Pictures should be up sometime this weekend.
The trip began with me being stuck in the very back of the plane, with no window, an engine right next to my head, and 4 very loud and annoying kids in two rows in front of me. Add the fact that I didn't have time to eat dinner at my next stop and it's obvious that it wasn't a pleasant time at all.
The unpleasant times ceased upon getting to New York, where there were friends, both old and new. There was an expedition to Connecticut, to see MacBeth, in a park. A nice relaxing time. There was an outing to the American Museum of Natural History. Which is a fantastic museum and I highly recommend it to everyone. A little later that night, my foot started to hurt, but I sucked it up and didn't let it stop me from enjoying myself. There was also an outing to Coney Island and the New York City Aquarium. Which was also enjoyable. The last major event was a firworks watching/blues dancing party. Many good times were had, and the fireworks were pretty cool. There was lots of little enjoyable aspects of the trip as well, but I don't feel like writing about them.
I got to the airport early for my return trip. I saw that my flight was an hour late (which meant a 4 hour wait). So, I decided to try to get standby on a flight that was supposed to leave in an hour (sounded really good to me, and I could have gotten in Austin by 9). I didn't know it at the time, but that flight was also an hour late, but 2 hours is still better than 4. At the time I got to the gate, I was #5 on the standby list. I grabbed some food and then looked at the list again, I had gotten pushed back to #27. I'm guessing that some flights had been cancelled due to the rain that morning, and that's why people got in front of me, so I wasn't too upset about it. I just admitted defeat, and checked in to my original flight.
It got to be about the time for my flight to leave, and they hadn't started boarding yet. Having been in the airport for 4 hours, I was getting a bit impatient. Then they announced that our plane was out of service, and the flight was cancelled. Then they made everybody stand in line to get a new flight. This is when having a hurt foot really started to suck (all the other walking around I did made it hurt a lot, and I was limping pretty heavily). I had to wait in line for 45 minutes to get my new flight scheduled and thought I was going to collapse from the pain. They couldn't get me on a flight that night, so they put me up in a hotel for the night. Which wasn't too bad. Unfortunately, my bag had made it on a plane. As luck would have it, all of my clean clothes were on that bag. So that really sucked.
The remainder of the trip went as follows: check in to hotel, eat, relax a bit, go to bed, wake up super damn early, shower, go to airport, catch flights home, wander around the massive amount of bags that arrived the night before, not seeing mine, talk to airline employees and learn that it may have been on my flight, wait for my bag to be unloaded from the plane, get bag, notice it has significantly more wear and tear than the last time I saw it, get food, go home, change to clean clothes, go to work.
Somehow my bag had gone to Phoenix. I don't know what's up with that. The damage to it sucks, but I'm just happy that it wasn't lost.
So, in summary, very good trip. I would only change the hurt foot, and the flight situation. Pictures should be up sometime this weekend.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
This may be the most personal post I've ever made
Back in college, there was a young lady who would frequently ask me how I'm doing. I would usually reply with, "I'm alright." To which she would respond, "Just alright?" I never quite knew how to respond to that. I wasn't unhappy in college, but I wasn't happy either. Being alright was the best I could do. I didn't quite understand how that wasn't good enough for her.
Fast forward several years, and I was still just alright. I would have burst of happiness, but such bursts were always short lived. Then something happened. I was attending a lindy exchange in New Orleans and was really enjoying myself. That's fairly common for exchanges, and I usually crash pretty hard when they are over. But this one was different. I didn't crash when it was over. A month later, I was still just as happy as I was during that event. I'm not sure what the trigger was, but if I were still in contact with that woman from college, I would have told her that I was doing good, or maybe even great. I finally understood why alright wasn't good enough.
This period of happiness lasted most of the year. It was followed by a brief period of more happiness than I had thought possible, and then followed by a very big crash and my move to Austin, which totally changed my life. It's been a rough 4 months since I've moved, but I think I'm at the point where I'm doing alright, most of the time. Now that I know the difference between alright and good, I'm trying to make things better for me, rather than just let them stay alright. Here's hoping it doesn't take too long.
Fast forward several years, and I was still just alright. I would have burst of happiness, but such bursts were always short lived. Then something happened. I was attending a lindy exchange in New Orleans and was really enjoying myself. That's fairly common for exchanges, and I usually crash pretty hard when they are over. But this one was different. I didn't crash when it was over. A month later, I was still just as happy as I was during that event. I'm not sure what the trigger was, but if I were still in contact with that woman from college, I would have told her that I was doing good, or maybe even great. I finally understood why alright wasn't good enough.
This period of happiness lasted most of the year. It was followed by a brief period of more happiness than I had thought possible, and then followed by a very big crash and my move to Austin, which totally changed my life. It's been a rough 4 months since I've moved, but I think I'm at the point where I'm doing alright, most of the time. Now that I know the difference between alright and good, I'm trying to make things better for me, rather than just let them stay alright. Here's hoping it doesn't take too long.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
What a difference a storm makes
Not So Trickling Water
Originally uploaded by qortez.
When I was hoping for a good storm last night, I had no idea that we would have one the next morning. It prompted me to visit the creek again today, just to see what difference it made.
As I was walking across the bridge, I could hear the massive amount of water flowing underneath me. When I got closer, the waterfall was all I could hear.
I like this place.
Friday, June 16, 2006
I think I may have found a happy spot
Trickling Water
Originally uploaded by qortez.
It's really close to home, too. I found it on accident as I was walking back home from my second trip to the tracks. Although this place is under a bridge, I found it to be quite relaxing.
I can't wait to visit this place after (or maybe even during) a good rain storm. The trickling water should be a bit more dramatic, then.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
I did end up going to the tracks...
Looking Down the Line
Originally uploaded by qortez.
...but I didn't win any money. Maybe I went to the wrong kind of tracks for that. I'm pretty sure these tracks aren't used at the moment, but I still found myself being somewhat paranoid about the potential of oncoming trains. I kept looking over to the street at the guard signals, just to reassure myself that I was safe. Still, I think I want to go back and walk down the line some more.
My trip to Dallas was somewhat disappointing. This makes the second trip in a row that didn't live up to what I had hoped. I still had fun, though, and it won't stop me from going back to Dallas next weekend. If this next trip is also a bust, then I might have to rethink the frequency of my visits.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Another First
I saw my first snake in Austin today. It was in between the buildings at work.
I'm sure everyone cares about that.
In other news, I have this unbelievable urge to walk to the rail road tracks near my apartment tonight. If I do, I'll probably have some pictures up next week (after I get back from Dallas).
I'm sure everyone cares about that.
In other news, I have this unbelievable urge to walk to the rail road tracks near my apartment tonight. If I do, I'll probably have some pictures up next week (after I get back from Dallas).
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Work/Life Balance
Every employer probably talks about how it's very important to have a work/life balance. I think I had a decent work/life balance when I lived in Dallas. I'm yet to come up with an appropriate balance in Austin. Part of the problem is the 40 hour work week. Part of the problem is actually having to be at work by a certain time. Part of the problem is that my life generally takes place after 10pm, and a few things go after midnight. Another part of the problem is that I don't have an established friend base here, so it takes extra time to get the same amount of enjoyment.
Lately, I've been giving work the priority (since money is very nice), and leaving dances and other events earlier than I would like, so I can almost get enough sleep for the next day. I think this has caused me to have an excess of stress in general (since I'm not able to enjoy myself as much). I'm also thinking that this practice might be causing me to miss some social opportunities with high potential, if you know what I mean. The real question is, how do I give myself more fun time, and still be mildy functional at work (preferably moreso)?
Lately, I've been giving work the priority (since money is very nice), and leaving dances and other events earlier than I would like, so I can almost get enough sleep for the next day. I think this has caused me to have an excess of stress in general (since I'm not able to enjoy myself as much). I'm also thinking that this practice might be causing me to miss some social opportunities with high potential, if you know what I mean. The real question is, how do I give myself more fun time, and still be mildy functional at work (preferably moreso)?
Thursday, May 18, 2006
DLX 2006....Continued edition
I can't believe I forgot to mention the people that decided to drive down 17th near Colorado, while high, at 5:30 in the morning. This wasn't just a one time occurrence. It happened on both Saturday and Sunday mornings, on the same stretch of road.
On Saturday, the person was just driving slow, and randomly hitting the brakes. Not too funny, not too exciting. The person on Sunday was much more interesting, however. They too, were driving really slow and randomly applying the brakes. Then they decided that they needed to drive over the double yellow line. They seemed to drive over it for some time. I passed them, so I couldn't keep an eye on them after that. I had to wait at the light for a little while and they had caught up to me. They did stop at the light, there was just one issue. They were two lanes to my left, and I was in the left-most turning lane. So, they were there, stopped, in a lane for the other direction. When the light turned green, I turned, and they just stayed there. My passenger watched and noted that the traffic going the other direction just went around them.
I wonder what it is about that stretch of road that says, "Drive here when you're high?"
On Saturday, the person was just driving slow, and randomly hitting the brakes. Not too funny, not too exciting. The person on Sunday was much more interesting, however. They too, were driving really slow and randomly applying the brakes. Then they decided that they needed to drive over the double yellow line. They seemed to drive over it for some time. I passed them, so I couldn't keep an eye on them after that. I had to wait at the light for a little while and they had caught up to me. They did stop at the light, there was just one issue. They were two lanes to my left, and I was in the left-most turning lane. So, they were there, stopped, in a lane for the other direction. When the light turned green, I turned, and they just stayed there. My passenger watched and noted that the traffic going the other direction just went around them.
I wonder what it is about that stretch of road that says, "Drive here when you're high?"
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Denver Lindy Exchange 2006 Edition
I love Denver. Every time I visit, I have a great time. I had even planned on moving there. In fact, I had been trying to move there for years. Then I got a job in Austin. What's up with that?
Anyway, on to the exchange.
Upon arriving in Denver, I went to the meet and greet where I proceeded to see a whole bunch of people I hadn't seen in a while, meet some new people, get some good chatting in, and get my ass kicked in a game of pool. Then there was food, and dance. A lot of dance. Even though I felt ready to go at 2am-ish. I ended up staying until closing (5am...which also happened to be sunrise).
Saturday, I got a late start to the day. I would have preferred a later start, but I was pulled from my slumber so I could be added as a driver to the official DLX rental car. Then I had to get ready. Luckily, I managed to make it to the Karaoke/dance in the afternoon just before they stopped serving food (good thing, as I was starving). Good times ensued, despite the extreme temperatures in the dancing area. That night, more dancing in hot rooms with some quality time with certain individuals thrown in for good measure. Good times indeed. Stayed until closing yet again (still 5am, still sunrise).
Sunday was another late-ish start. The daytime activity was chillin' in the park (at least for me it was). There were games with much hilarity, and good relaxing times were had. Dinner ended up being a great meal consisting of sushi. Then there was more dancing. Always a good time. Between the main dance and the late night dance, I had been suckered into driving the sound equipment back to it's home (since I was a driver on the rental). Really no big deal, though. I was sad to have to leave the late night early, as one of Austin's DJs was playing an amazing set. But, people had to get to the airport, and as a sucker...I mean driver, I was the one to take them.
Got like 2 hours of sleep, and headed to the airport.
There you go, DLX...a summary. It was the first DLX I've left on a Monday instead of a Wednesday. That was kinda weird and wholly disappointing.
Anyway, on to the exchange.
Upon arriving in Denver, I went to the meet and greet where I proceeded to see a whole bunch of people I hadn't seen in a while, meet some new people, get some good chatting in, and get my ass kicked in a game of pool. Then there was food, and dance. A lot of dance. Even though I felt ready to go at 2am-ish. I ended up staying until closing (5am...which also happened to be sunrise).
Saturday, I got a late start to the day. I would have preferred a later start, but I was pulled from my slumber so I could be added as a driver to the official DLX rental car. Then I had to get ready. Luckily, I managed to make it to the Karaoke/dance in the afternoon just before they stopped serving food (good thing, as I was starving). Good times ensued, despite the extreme temperatures in the dancing area. That night, more dancing in hot rooms with some quality time with certain individuals thrown in for good measure. Good times indeed. Stayed until closing yet again (still 5am, still sunrise).
Sunday was another late-ish start. The daytime activity was chillin' in the park (at least for me it was). There were games with much hilarity, and good relaxing times were had. Dinner ended up being a great meal consisting of sushi. Then there was more dancing. Always a good time. Between the main dance and the late night dance, I had been suckered into driving the sound equipment back to it's home (since I was a driver on the rental). Really no big deal, though. I was sad to have to leave the late night early, as one of Austin's DJs was playing an amazing set. But, people had to get to the airport, and as a sucker...I mean driver, I was the one to take them.
Got like 2 hours of sleep, and headed to the airport.
There you go, DLX...a summary. It was the first DLX I've left on a Monday instead of a Wednesday. That was kinda weird and wholly disappointing.
Monday, May 15, 2006
When Bad Ideas Go....Good?
I spent the weekend at the latest edition of the Denver Lindy Exchange. More on the exchange later. During the weekend (Friday to Monday), I got maybe 12 hours of sleep (including the sleep on the plane). Normally when this happens, I go home, and go to bed. Today, however, I was unable to fall asleep. I tried a couple of different times, and just had no luck. This lack of sleep put into question my plans for going out dancing (because I just didn't get enough over the weekend). The dancing on Monday nights starts at 10pm. I usually leave this dance at the first band break, around 11pm. Which gets me in bed around midnight (which is basically now). So, moving on, having gotten no nap, it was a really bad idea to go out dancing tonight. I was in a bad mood, though (partially due to PED*), so I really needed to get out. I must say that it was worth it. I'm in a much better mood now (not great, but better). Hopefully this, and the sleepy time tea I'm currently sipping, will make for a night of great sleep.
*Post Exchange Depression
*Post Exchange Depression
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Dallas, the City that Always Treats Me Right
I had a crappy week last week, so I decided to go to Dallas to make me feel better. It worked. Even though I was only there for about 24 hours, it was a day filled with good food and good people. I'm glad I have so many good friends there. Now I just need to get a good group of friends down here in Austin, and I'll be a happy man.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Sure he looks sweet and innocent...
Buddy
Originally uploaded by qortez.
But every now and then, Buddy (pictured above), turns into a little monster (pictured below)!
Monster Buddy
Originally uploaded by qortez.
This happened last night. I was having trouble falling asleep, so I thought I'd pet the cats next to me. Petting them usually relaxes me, and helps me sleep. It was at this time, that Buddy made his transformation. Normally, I can see it coming, and take evasive action, but since I was trying to sleep, he caught me off guard. He was able to maul my arm pretty good before I pried him off me. Knowing he would soon have to face my wrath, he ran away and turned back into the sweet and innocent cat. He lay in the middle of the living room floor, belly in the air. Which, as we all no, is cat for, "Look, I'm exceedingly cute and you must love me!"
How can a guy say no to that?
Monday, April 17, 2006
Night of a Thousand Dreams
For the last week or so, each nights sleep has been rather hectic. I've been having a very large number of completely unrelated dreams each night. I can't really remember details, but it's almost as if my mind was opening a random series of books and making a dream out of a random page. Generally speaking, I don't think I've had any clue what was going on. In fact, I'm certain that the whole experience leaves me quite confused. Sometimes I wake up between the dreams, and sometimes I don't. The end result is that I feel like I didn't sleep much at all.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Bollocks 2.14
I'm not very happy. I went to court tonight, to take care of my ticket. I was expecting to have a trial and all that. Apparently, that's not how it works. The last time I went to the court was to set up a date for me to appear in court. The purpose of this appearance, seemed to be so I could tell them exactly the same thing I told them a month ago. So, now, they are going to send me my trial date in the mail. Which means I have to appear in court, again. Which is not cool.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Homecoming Part 2: The Revenge
Actually, no revenge. My entire weekend rocked and was just what I needed. Thank you Dallas, see you soon!
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Homecoming
Yesterday, I embarked on my first trip back to Dallas since I left about 6 weeks ago. I had been looking forward to the trip all day. Not only because I left work a little early, but also because I was going to see a lot of my friends. During the drive back, I actually felt like I was driving home. It is unfortunate that Austin doesn't feel like home yet, but Dallas was home for nearly 6 years.
So far, this trip has not disappointed me at all. It was very nice to get to see a lot of my friends last night. Most of them seemed really happy to see me, which is always a nice feeling and some didn't know I had left. I've already seen most of the people I want to see, and I'm hoping to get the rest tonight.
It's good to know that there is a place where I will always feel loved and welcome.
So far, this trip has not disappointed me at all. It was very nice to get to see a lot of my friends last night. Most of them seemed really happy to see me, which is always a nice feeling and some didn't know I had left. I've already seen most of the people I want to see, and I'm hoping to get the rest tonight.
It's good to know that there is a place where I will always feel loved and welcome.
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