Monthly Archives: December 2004

Planes, Trains and Automobiles

A sequence of events…

10:15PM red-eye plane flight from Seattle to Philadelphia, successful. Connecting flight from Philadelphia to Hartford, departing 7:45AM? Delayed because they were short one stewardess, and she was, “on her way.” Ten minutes later, flight cancelled. Half an hour spent standing in line for customer service, while at the same time on hold for phone customer service for US Airways. Decision: train. Next, 20 minute cab ride from the airport to the Philly train station. 9:21 train from Philly to New Haven, then train switch up to Hartford. Arrived in Hartford, 1:44PM. Original time I was supposed to arrive: 8:47AM. Where is my checked bag from the cancelled flight, when I arrived in Hartford? Still in a pile on the tarmac at the Philly airport. Once a bag is checked, apparently it cannot be unchecked. Next flight that my bag was supposed to be on from Philly to Hartford? Cancelled. But the 3PM US Airways flight has actually left Philly and arrived in Hartford. Back to the airport to find my bag!

Merry Christmas!

Take That Winter Solstice!

Here you come into our lives last night, giving us the longest night (15 hours, 36 minutes!?) we’ll see for a few thousand years, because you got lucky with that whole “wobbly Earth axis” thing. And today? The shortest day we’ll see for just as long. Oh, but wait… I bet you weren’t expecting this… the Earth keeps revolving, and gets it’s wobble on in the other direction. That’s right, tomorrow will be 4 seconds longer than today. You can cram your 4:15PM sunsets up your dreary, Seasonal Affective Disordered ass! And just you wait for June 21 in the year 12,004. Then we’ll see how you like 15 hours worth of sunlight, biatch!

Window Washers

There is currently a young man hanging from a harness and rope just outside the window to my left. I desperately want to stare at his contraptions and rapelling (not to mention squeegee) techniques, but he’s… like… right there.

And just like that, he’s finished our windows and has moved down to the next, leaving only his pair of ropes swaying and bouncing from side to side across our view.

I will try to resist the urge to run to the elevator, head to the roof and fireman-slide down the entire length of 40-story rope.

Strangercrombie the Third

This marks the first year that I’m not handling all the eBay auctions for the Stranger’s (and Portland Mercury’s) annual Holiday Charity Gift Auction. It has still been a lot of fun watching the auctions and seeing how much people are willing to bid on mostly useless stuff, not to mention seeing how much influence these little papers have in their respective cities.

There’s only 8 hours left in the auctions today, so go bid for a good cause. Or not. Some of the hot ticket items this year include: Answer the questions in Savage Love for a week… Harvey Danger writes your theme song… and The Stranger cover, of course… The Mercury steps up this year with a couple big items which have been out-doing The Stranger, so far… An original manuscript of Chuck Palahniuk’s Fight Club… A dinner/tutorial with poker champ Annie Duke…. and, 10 cases of Red Bull (that’s a lot of jaeger bombs)!

Check out the full list of Stranger auctions here.

And the Mercury auctions here.

Idleness

Over the Thanksgiving holiday, Skyler, my old college roommate Ward, and I had a long discussion about the nature of work nowadays. The ideas of being a slave to business and commercialism… How the average job does not actually produce anything… And a bit of the mid-20’s, Fight Club-style angst and urge for breaking out of it all…

Yesterday I found this great essay, Quitting the Paint Factory: On the Virtues of Idleness (via kottke), which ties together a lot of interesting thoughts on today’s “cult of work.” I found the “work as religion” parts particularly thought-provoking and even the political direction it goes towards the end is rather interesting, if a bit scary.

As interesting as it was, I still have the same problems with it as I do with most academic/critical/editorial writing. As a favorite professor of mine used to ask, “What’s at stake?” As well as my more immediate question, “What can I do about it?” I know some might answer, “Quit your job and move to Brazil.”

Nostalgiancholy

Those dreams of old places, old friends and old crushes. You just talk and laugh as if nothing ever changed. You fall for the same smiles over and over and feel comforted and safe. Then you wake to find that those people really are far away living different lives now. You could call or write, but you wouldn’t know how. That feeling of nostalgia turns to melancholy as you set out again into your own life of new faces, wondering if they’ll ever be as familiar as the old.

Blogging for boredom

Since everyone else’s blog has been utterly devoid of life in the past few days (except for you Skyler, the new photos are great. ok, I’ll give Jason a little credit too for posting a cryptic, angry entry yesterday.), I felt I needed to break the silence in hopes that a few of you will start updating again. So without further ado, here’s a thrilling bulleted list of some crap I’ve seen/done/thought in the past few days…

  • I finally beat Half-Life 2, and it all makes more sense after reading this great timeline/guide to the Half-Life Saga.
  • Reasons why division by zero (including 0/0) is “undefined.”
  • It still does not feel like Christmas is approaching, and won’t until I arrive in CT and start cursing at the below-freezing temperatures.
  • Giving oneself a buzz-cut turns out to be much easier than initially anticipated.
  • Drawings of skeleton systems for cartoon characters, including Hello Kitty and the Powerpuff Girls.
  • Is it ironic to be bopping along to Outkast in my headphones at work after having just attended diversity training? Or is diversity training itself ironic by nature?
  • Speaking of diversity training, I think more workplaces need to incorporate boardroom kissing (wmv).

Swanky Soiree

Seattle at Night

We had our company Christmas party this past week at the Columbia Tower Club, on the top floor of Seattle’s tallest building. I couldn’t help but feel a little fancy when I pressed the button on the elevator labeled “75 – Members Only.” Although I missed the tours of the women’s room, word is that each stall has a nearly floor to ceiling window, so you can enjoy the view while you pee. Apparently the windows used to be the full floor to ceiling, but helicopters were able to hover outside and peek in on the occupants.

Gee, Strings for Everything

Wow, I posted disappointingly few entries in the two months since I last did this. Maybe I should try picking up the blogging pace. Then again, maybe not.

October and November highlights, here we go…

chihuahua – the new top search string for the past two months, (244 hits for it in November!) beating out the former favorite stencils
ballcock – tee-hee, I said “allco”
bizzle – 5 hits in Octizzle
alex skyler – they have become one
guns don’t kill people people with moustaches kill peopleya damn right
10mb blowjob – is that compressed or uncompressed?
jiu jitsu fixed gear – I’m definitely not hip enough
realistic robot babies .com – I just might have to buy that domain
thanksgiving turkey soccer animated gif – what?
elastigirl ass pic – wow, people are after The Incredibles porn already!
gay lopolis – isn’t my site faaabulous?