Something cool I worked on is hitting the news today. I will post when it's up! Edit: it's up!
So today I found out that I am being laid off. I am stressing out over this because I have worked here for the past 5 years and now I need to relearn everything to do with job hunting. Going out for drinks later. That'll help me calm down but at the same time I should be saving my money.
On the plus side, the jobs market is at its tightest since before 2008. Statistically, you are more likely to find a job now than at any point in the past ten years. Good luck. I know that "statistics" doesn't help all that much, but if you have the numbers on your side at least you aren't facing total opposition.
Good luck with it! Found out last week that I am being made redundant from the place I have worked for 8 years. I'm actually really excited about the prospect of working somewhere else or doing some contracting in the short term. Plus more time to play golf until I find a new job, so there are definitely some positives.
I think I had a panic attack yesterday morning. I can't say for sure but I think it was because it sprang from nowhere. Work has been fine and school has been fine and I've been really productive, but midway through making breakfast I just kinda curled up on the floor and said "everything is OK" a million times like I was trying to convince myself, lol. I'm fine now but it left a weird bad taste in my mouth afterwards. Meh. Side note before I go off to class - it is weird to think how little I talk in a single day. All my classes are lectures, my first job has me at a computer with a boss that's gone till October leaving me to my own devices. I get back to my place the exact same time my roommate goes off to work most days. Then It's homework/job #2/personal projects for the rest of the day, then bed. Sometimes I will go an entire day not saying a word aloud. It's surreal when you think about it. Edit: it's stuff like this Ahmed thing that make me not even want to get out of bed, lol. Lol yeah no offense but fuck all of you, soon as I graduate I'M OUT, PEACE.Ahmed told the Morning News that when he was taken into the room for questioning, an officer said, "Yup. That's who I thought it was." Ahmed, whose family immigrated to the US from Sudan, said he started feeling self-conscious about his Muslim name and brown skin.
14 year old kid + NASA shirt + curiosity + intelligence + soldering skills + brains = Engineering Wunderkid! 14 year old kid + NASA shirt + curiosity + intelligence + soldering skills + brains + brown skin and "arab sounding name" = HOLY SHIT CALL THE COPS AND THE ARMY AND THE NSA AND CAPTAIN AMERICA WE'VE GOT A SITUATION HERE! ugh...
The funny thing is I had friends that brought legit bombs to school all the time. Pipe bombs were just things you made. We had one kid (who got suspended for three days) who literally threw an unlit one at a girl in the hallway in middle school between classes. That was 9am. Bomb Squad didn't show up until like 2 in the afternoon, when some twit pointed it out to a teacher. Shit, I had friends that rolled into high school with a trunk full of UXO they'd found out past the barbed wire. Knew another kid that made a 9mm single-shot derringer in shop class. I think he called it a "sculpture." Oh, wait. I didn't mean "funny."
Way back when, it seems like a million years ago, we used to go across the border into Mexico, to the construction sites to buy 1/4 and 1/2 sticks of Dynamite. Not the pussy-ass fake crap that the "edgy" kids made from The Anarchist Cookbooks, REAL stuff. The stuff they used to shatter boulders and blow up the sides of hills during highway construction. The hard part was getting the blasting caps... shooting them did not set off the explosion for example. I took a 1/4 stick to school to show some of the people who wanted to know what Dynamite looked like as they had never seen it before. So, let's recap what the world used to be like. Four white kids in a beat up old ass car, with enough dynamite hidden in the trunk to take down a building are crossing the US border. We were asked if we were drinking or carrying drugs and then sent on our way. As the drinking age in Mexico was 18, two of our friends would get a beer or two so we could tell the border patrol that we went down to drink and took turns driving. We were never searched, never questioned; I think that once I had to pull out a driver's license but that was all. I then took a stick of Dynamite to school. Think you can do that now? That is actually kinda amazing. If he did not redneck himself I bet he is one of the guys playing with 3D printers.Knew another kid that made a 9mm single-shot derringer in shop class. I think he called it a "sculpture."
He was a strange and wonderful fellow. He was building a fluid computer at 17 because he thought it would be cool - literally NAND and XOR gates using miniature hydraulics. It got him an internship at one of the machine shops at the lab when he was 17; when I needed a busted bolt removed from a cylinder head and was screwing around with easy outs, he said "lemme just take it to work and use the EDM burner." I've always harbored the notion that he was fighting a schizophrenic break, 'cuz he got kinda weird. But according to LinkedIn, he's got a Ph.D in mechanical engineering from Johns Hopkins and was a post-doctoral fellow in robotics.
My grandad was involved in bomb disposal in the RAF, he was taking a class and set them the homework task of building a bomb so they could see how it all worked etc. Well wouldn't you know, one of the students left their homework on the train and nobody noticed a damn thing.
It happens all the time now too. My school has had two pipebombs, one knife, and a drugged-out kid going to war with a security guard. We get a letter home and nobody gives a fuck.
I almost wish the kids at my school were that sophisticated. The most serious assault I remember was with a bike pedal. Or crankshaft. Or some other bike part. Teachers get an e-mail when it happens, and then students get a vague letter home the next day. Most the time though, if kids fight with security (a monthly, if not weekly occurrence), it tends to be with fists. The SRO fired his Taser once, but it didn't deploy correctly or something like that. It's weird, because I know a ton of people have knives or even guns with them, but those people tend to not get in situations with security that they would use them. No bombs that I know of though, so that's a relief.
I've been thinking about the talking thing too. As soon as I'm out of work some days the talking and socializing thing ends right there for the day. Outside of the internet, of course.
Jesus. #istandwithahmed Poor kid. I'm sorry about what happened. I hope a half assed sub and some interesting company makes a little difference.
That's some real shit man. I hope you're well. Call your family or close ones and keep them close. And I'll see your ass Friday! (unless that adds to the anxiety - then just pretend you're going to get a sandwich all by yourself on Friday)I think I had a panic attack yesterday morning.
INT. SANDWICH SHOP - OVERLY WHITE ACADEMIC SUBURB - AFTERNOON A fat middle aged man walks into a busy sandwich shop and approaches handsome young college student eating alone at table fat middle aged man cries into his BLT and quietly slaps a sticker on the window as he leaves FADE TO BLACK steve: "yo Samurai! Hubski Meet up YAH!" you: "WTF dude - Who are you? Pups Ski? What? I have no idea what you're talking about. CAN'T A MAN EAT IN PEACE?!" steve: "but... you're the only person of color in Boulder county right now. you have to be you" you: "eat shit you racist weirdo" steve: "but... hubskina... and... insom... and kb... and... tng... and.... stickers?" you: "you're weird dude. go home"
Yeah that story's just been on my mind all fucking day. What a shit-show. My brother (we're Muslim + brown) very nearly got into some serious trouble because someone had sent in an anonymous bomb threat to his school and the authorities immediately assumed that he, as the resident brown dude, was at fault - this was like right after 9/11 I think. Luckily, the culprit confessed before anything took a turn for the worse but still...that story always scared me as a kid. This was in a pretty typically liberal place too, really shocked us all. Unfortunately, shit like that is happening in a lot of countries these days - I've a couple stories to tell from all around the world, but maybe I've just had bad luck or something. It is really apparent in stories like this in America cause our police force can sometimes be absolutely bonkers but it can take on a very sinister, subtle tone in Europe. It's depressing.
Mental health solidarity. I've had a few... The word episode sounds really too poignant, episodes of severe anxiety and full on reptile brain fight-or-flight response lately. I think it's because my mediative practice is slipping and I'm slowly creeping back up into my own head more and more. We're all gonna make it.
Despite kleinbl00's previous advice, my fiance and I put in an offer for a house on Monday and the sellers accepted it the same day. Didn't have to go 5, 10 or more % above asking, and they're even covering closing costs. Now I get to wait until Friday for the inspection to decide if we really want to go forward with the deal.
Burning man was amazing. I still have a warm fuzzy afterglow. So happy to be home and clean that damn corrosive dust off my skin, chemical burns are no joke! I'd post a trip report but I didn't take a ton of pictures, I put the technology down and just enjoyed the ride for the most part. I leave for Europe on Friday, which was a terrible idea but the only time we could plan it. I'm sure I'll love it when I'm there but feeling pretty burnt out right now. (get it! burnt! ... ok I'm done)
Needle in a hay stack, but did you meet an amateur fire spinner named Adam?
Sorry no! And even if I did some people have burner names, so he might having been going by "sunshine" or something that day. Did he enjoy it? I've been spinning since college, and I'm determined next time I'll perform with the fire conclave. Maybe I'll bump into him then!
i think he was a first timer. he's holding a lot of ornate fans in the pics on facebook hahaha. it sure looked like he enjoyed it! i don't know how long he's been spinning; he'll kind of jump from trend to trend for while. In high school it was tutting.
It's huge. My first night there we walked out to the central area, first thing I saw was a 50 ft tall sculpture of a woman that breathed. It kinda set the tone for me, everything there is larger then life. There's so many incredible projects that anywhere else you would pay $40 and wait in line for a few hours to see. The community there is fascinating. It's a gift economy, no money, no bartering. Everywhere you go people seem like they are actively looking to help you out. Theme camps organize and offer things from free bars to hair salons, the community really provides for each other. It reminded me a lot of hubski actually, people trying to do something different through a community setting a higher standard. Like hubski, there were definitely a few jerks. But they were largely overwhelmed by all the sincere people trying to lead by example. The other thing worth mentioning is the whole event is designed to push your boundaries. You are never comfortable, with the fine dust coating your lungs, the sweltering days or the freezing nights. People seem to use that as a theme, from nudity to drug experimentation, everyone seems to be stepping outside normal comfort zones. I like it, it's refreshing to question those boundaries. Some are definitely keepers but others I really don't need, I'm definitely more comfortable in my own skin after going. Sorry for the long response. It's hard to describe, and frustration has been building up after a week of telling my coworkers "oh it was nice". Can't exactly share with them the stories about the naked carcass wash or the guy who peed in the tardis. Basically it was great, I'd recommend it.
I have lots of burner friends, but I have just recently built up the confidence to go to bars by myself. I don't like crowds. Though I have been to smaller burner gatherings. The best was a fire spinning fundraiser, fire everywhere and a pool. It was like a tropical pagan festival. That was amazing, I can't imagine what the real thing is like.
So try this one on for size. I ride a hyperexotic Italian motorcycle. Sometimes it likes to remind me that it's an Italian hyperexotic. Like day before yesterday, when I rode it into work, got it into its spot, and turned the key to turn it off. Only to have it not turn off. So I hit the kill switch and it sortof, kindof, not really turned off. Dash lights still on. Hit the starter switch - again, with the keys in my pocket - and it started right up. I had to disconnect the battery so that I would still have one in the morning. In the morning, it had been raining (like, I know, right? In LA, even!) so that when I reconnected the battery and started it up, I had no speedometer. This is a known problem as the gauge cluster is less than waterproof and is something I intend to tackle upon arrival in Seattle for obvious reasons. Nonetheless, I split 22 miles in a torrential downpour to discover that in the seven years since I've ridden in rain, the jacket and boots have gone from "waterproof" to "sponge-like" and that I'd gained approximately 12 lbs in water weight by the time I pulled in. On the plus side, the speedometer started working about six miles in. No idea what to make of that. My parts guru, who lives in Germany, suspects it's the Engine Control Unit, a tidy piece of electronics from Wallbro/Athena that retails for a mere 925EUR. He can maybe get me a used one. However, it might be the starter relay, and it might be the keyswitch. All three of which will have to come from Germany, and we're close enough that it's possibly better to ship it to Seattle as I might not be here by the time it arrives. Upon further investigation this morning, the kickstand switch will kill the motor, but not the lights (as is appropriate). The engine kill will not kill the motor. Once the motor is killed, it behaves as normal - one can disconnect the negative earth and immediately reconnect it and be ready to go. -OR- one can pull the fan relay. Yep. The fan relay. Pulling the fan relay won't kill the motor - but once the motor is killed, pulling the fan relay will cause the motor to not start without the key, which is a good thing. The fan relay is fine (which sucks, because it's a garden-variety Panasonic mini, available from Mouser for $4). The presence of the fan relay seems to make the bike think it doesn't need a key. How you like them apples? In other news, I'm packing books, which means I'm throwing away a lot of books, as there's exactly zero mechanism within Los Angeles for used books and their disbursement. It took all the willpower I had not to immediately chuck every screenwriting resource I've ever owned, as well as 1.5 linear feet of my own writing. It was still a bloodbath.
What's your chasm, if I may ask? Intentional vagueness is acceptable.
Signed up for an AP computer science class (Java) through my high school's online classes program. For once, I'm learning something I can actually use. I'm also the only kid enrolled in the course so come at me silicon valley 😎
Today AP. Tomorrow Google. Next week: the world! I got to create a timeline in Javascript for my Islamic Studies in the Iberian Peninsula class, since I hated that it was just a list of dates on a .pdf. It was cool being able to go "oh wow, I'm using the skills from one class for another."
I did 42 push ups today, in sets like this: 10866442+2 It's a personal best. My last personal best was Monday when I did 30. Yesterday wasn't supposed to be a rest day but a lot of things coalesced (read: I can't say no to hanging out with my favorite people). Yaaaaaaayyyyyy neckbeards I can beat you up!
Hi everyone, I've been gone for awhile! My whole experience with Hubski thus far has involved a lot of coming and going, though, so I won't be offended if you didn't notice one of the most inconsistent people on the site being consistently inconsistent. I've officially started college, and things have been going pretty swimmingly. I've met a ton of new people, and I've been super busy balancing homework, being a TEDx MC, and a new job as a marketing intern for a local NPO. Basically, my schedule has been loaded with all sorts of really interesting stuff! I'm keeping it short for now, but I hope to be on hubski a bit more in the next few weeks!
August was a hot, humid write-off, but September has been going a lot better for me. After 8 months of struggling with a technique, I finally generated my first dataset, and so far, it looks awesome! I talked to a post-doc working on a similar project yesterday and it looks like my results fit the narrative she's been working on. And they have brain slices available for follow-up validation and have some knock-out mice to see if what we're seeing effects to disease progression. Hopefully this will lead to insight into a new Alzheimer's-associated pathway! I'm also taking a neurotechnology class this semester and it feels rough, but manageable so far. My coloring book from the summer hasn't been for naught, and I'm starting to feel more comfortable hearing people discuss efferent, afferent, plasticity, and cortical layers without switching to immediately definition-lookup time. My optics knowledge is trailing pretty far behind though, and the class yesterday on 2-photon microscopy was mostly: "I understand this neurobiology, but have no idea what went into making these images." Thursdays are mini-rotations in all the labs that work on the methods discussed in the class, so hopefully I'll have a few photos to show you all in future weeks.
It's in my family, too. Sadly, no therapies exist that are able to even slow the disease, let alone halt or reverse it. And a lot of the recent imaging evidence is pointing to the changes building up a decade before any sort of cognitive changes. Even at a research level, it's a field with only a basic grasp of the disease and even more immature tools for studying it. Hopefully that'll change in the next decade... on the plus side, it's basically the core of neurodegenerative research. My feed pulls up 200-300 papers published per week on Alzheimer's, and it looks like people are starting to catch on to the more successful techniques that have come out of the cancer funding bonanza.
There are many topics that I have yet to dive into, environmental risk factors would be one of them. Another up there is its weird association with diabetes. I'll poke you if I get around to reading on the topic in the future. Right now I'm mostly looking at genetic associations and biochemical pathways.
I'll probably add to this post throughout the day. I need an actual alarm clock. I woke up super late this morning because my phone-speaker was obscured in a pillow and if I had a busier schedule, that would have caused problems. First appointment with my new counselor tomorrow evening, I lucked out and found a guy who likes to start late, work late, so I don't have to take time off work. Hopefully he and I are able to have productive relationship, I've never had a bad experience with a therapist myself, but I know that others have. But this guy is a practicing Buddhist and leads his clinics mindfulness group, so we agree on some stuff.
My alarm clock is my iPod connected to speakers blasting One Week by the Barenaked Ladies. It's never a problem waking up because I immediately start singing it when I do. I have had friends that have slept over tell me it's weird, actually, lol.
I was so desperate to make a "happy place" when I lived in North Hollywood that I had the computer play ocean waves over a network stream 24-7. Then I had the Chumby listen to that network stream, and I had a "go to sleep" timer and a "wake the fuck up" timer such that it would ramp it out and ramp it in over 15 minutes. And the Chumby was plugged into a spare 5.1 receiver with subwoofer set to Prologic IIm such that my ocean waves were in surround sound cresting all around me. It helped block out the constantly-circling ghettocopter.
No that's awesome. I've used music as an alarm, but picking a song that's irresistible to sing along with is a great idea.
This year, it's early. The Sun shone yesterday and it does this morning, but it's still pretty cold, and it may not return for what Russians call "babye leto" (sparingly translatable as "maiden's summer", when you get some more sunny warm days in the middle of the autumn until it all settles to cold again.
I've noticed that weirdly, tempratures are around the same if you compare Moscow and Montreal but the seasons are 1-2 months in advance in Russia. This yeah, the weather was still crappy until june but september had been super hot so far. Didn't go below 20 even. It's nice now but kind of crappy when it snows in mid-April while you see european friends enjoying the sun.
3 weeks into my PhD and feeling a bit overwhelmed. This semester apparently the faculty planned pretty poorly so all of the classes I'm taking are tons of work and I have to take them now or wait two years (which I don't want to do because I need the background). Second years have told me that it's definitely not normally like this so I'm hoping that I can do a lot more research next semester!! My advisor and I have a bunch of research ideas and I just don't have enough time in the week to think about every one of them. Sigh...
Thanks :) weirdly enough today was actually a great day. I was really in the zone so even though I had a bunch of classwork I also had time to think about research and make some concrete, achievable goals for the next few days. The little victories are awesome!
I am debating a telescope buy off of Craigslist that I have until midnight tonight to pull the trigger on. If I go through with it, this will be the mot money I ever dropped on a Craigslist posting. I have to dip into the new car fund to buy it, but I'll save about $1500 off new when all is said and done. I'm also debating a Kindle paper white purchase. I'm using a Kindle app on a Nexus 7, and I just can't get over it not being on paper.
Deal fell apart. If I am dropping that sort of cash I want to see the item before I buy. I'll have the money to buy new at the end of the year and have the scope in hand 4 months later. As a sound guy, you will love this. Etalons the purpose of these solar scopes is to be able to view the light from the Hydrogen Alpha (Ha) emission line. This is the most common light in the universe and is normally very hard to see. They sun, being big and bright, is an exception. The problem is that Ha light is just outside of normal human vision in the Infrared area of the EM spectrum. Enter an etalon. Using mirrored surfaces and a few lenses, you can adjust the wavelength on the light entering and with the new stuff, you can use the Doppler Effect to alter the bandpass of the wavelengths of light that finally hit your eye. The way I try to explain it to people is that ir is sort of like autotune, but for light, not sound. The filters are not cheap, as you saw. But they look amazing. With this one you can see the magnetic lines around sunspots, see prominences, and on days of good still air, you can see the granules on the sun's surface. 80mm seems to be the best as far as costs, weight, and what you can see. I was able to get a 60mm and use it for a while and it is amazing what you can see and show with them. I want the 80mm as it will be easier to show the transit of Mercury coming up next year, and I can try to do some photography with it. And as we enter the slow period for visible sunspots, I can at least have something to show people during the day. with both blocking filters (the second filter is $1500) it produces a 3D effect at the eyepiece that is really amazing to look at.
That's... pretty awesome. So one could conceivably do some observation in, oh, seattle with one of those...? I need to see a video of how this thing works. I want to say it's more of a pitch shifter than an autotune but that's probably because I don't quite understand.
Seattle? Sure if and when you get a clear sunny day. The etalon rejects almost 99% of the light entering the objective and they don't work well except in light cloud cover. I really don't get how autotune works, so you are probably more correct than I. Still amazing what we humans can do when we set our minds to something. I want to say it's more of a pitch shifter than an autotune but that's probably because I don't quite understand.
Lol I have no idea, I've been thrown off guard. I actually might hit up the local Game Force since I haven't been in in a while, see if they have new Gunpla for me to build. It has become a current pastime of mine, making models/papercrafts. I did a bunch of cylinder ones from Japan, but those can be a nightmare to build. Sadly not pictured is my special edition prosthetic hand from MGSV, giving my room a middle finger, lol/
Now that the dust has settled, I am starting to feel more at home both in this new city as well as my new master's programme. Math is going well so far, although I do need to put a ton of practice into it. I might actually pass the first time around. Might. I still want to do more stuff though. Haven't been very social these first weeks and I want to do more cool stuff. #neversettle
Totally. But don't fret if you don't think you've gotten much done, life isn't about that; just enjoy the ride and know that some days it will be busier than you can imagine is even possible, and some days there'll be nothing to do except sit back and take it all in. :)
I felt like a 21 year old last night. That's obviously a weird thing to say because I'm 21 and it makes sense to feel like a 21 year old. Another one of my friends turned 21 yesterday and we all went out to celebrate. On most other occasions we had went out since I turned 21 I drove, so I didn't drink. This time we arranged to crash at a friends apartment nearby which obviously translates to opening the floodgates of alcohol, and being washed away by them. My friends had the incessant need to get me drunk enough to dance, and I did. The whole night went pretty well all things considered, and I had a ton of fun. I hope everyone has those few moments to unwind, and just let loose. Oh, and I discovered the dangerous tolerance I possess to alcohol.
My stag do was my first (and only) real night out drinking; I was doing shot after shot of tequila and just laughing it off. We even had some Raki and I felt great. Then I felt thirsty so I got a glass of water. Completely forgetting my best friend warning me that Raki will become more potent when mixed with water. Boy did it ever. Go get some, it's great!
I'm apartment hunting in a new town, Boulder, CO, and it's as hard as ever. Every apartment listed below my $$$ threshold is a purple link in craigslist for the past two weeks. I've heard back from one person. And I'm supposedly one of five people who've expressed serious interest. I know this is probably easier if you have a roommate or three and you all go in on a place together with your pooled monthly shares. But I don't have three friends or one in Boulder trying to go in on a place. As demoralizing as it is, it probably doesn't hold a candle to kleinbl00's recent commercial leasing adventure. Any update kleinbl00?
Fuck, dude, does anyone even give a shit anymore? Do I? Let's put things in perspective: I'm the dick forcing a family out of their home so I can pursue my greedy capitalist wealth fantasies. You're the kid that can't afford a roof over your head. Realistically speaking? Just that single line-item in the budget is going to drop FOURTEEN HUNDRED DOLLARS next month in moving out of LA and into the house we've owned since 2000. Fact of the matter is, my problems are aggravating and heinous but they're also problems of convenience. Yes, it will cost me $5k to move and another $3k to get the floors refinished before we can move back in. Yes, we can afford that. That's the advantage of being a grown-up. My advice? Move in with roommates. They may be catastrophic but at least you get stories. And bedrooms are hella cheaper than apartments.
Ha I give a shit. I thought though from the tone of another pubski update you gave that you were in fact capitulating by leaving LA. That your greedy capitalist wealth fantasies laid behind you. Do they lay before you!? I have been looking for single bedrooms with roommates. $700 a month for a room in Boulder doesn't even get you an email back. Good thing is that the place I'm staying in now, a werk exchange where I get free room and board and make a little money waiting tables for the owner, can be extended for another month if I can't find anything. But believe me, I've been very open to having low standards while room hunting. I live for the stories.I'm the dick forcing a family out of their home so I can pursue my greedy capitalist wealth fantasies.
And bedrooms are hella cheaper than apartments.
I am, in fact, capitulating by leaving LA. There are no studios in Seattle to sell screenplays to. It is neither a movie nor a television hub. Things are a little different for the home birth industry. Things are a little different for my wife. $700 for a bedroom is batshit insane. I was paying $825/mo for an 800sf 1Br in North Hollywood in 2009, and Los Angeles is famously unaffordable. I have no idea why Boulder is so expensive. That's crazy.
The reason Boulder is so expensive is because it's becoming Los Angeles, to answer your question. I always knew this but it really cemented in my brain when I saw there were TWO new Google buildings adjacent from one another on my way to to pick up a package from FedEx.
And when I hear batshit insane I feel like I'm crazy for even putting up with it. And it doesn't help that the first American Ninja Warrior champion is from Boulder. I feel late!
haha YEA buddy.Yah.. but your next video will be better than his was...
This seems to be quite a problem around Seattle. People hear about how rents are going up so much and get delusions of grandeur. "I'll become a real estate baron!" When in reality all they have is a 500sqf 1/1 they rent out. Then you start getting rents going up way beyond cost of living, totaling far more than whatever mortgage payment they may have just "because they can" and the broke ass college student gets fucked. I'm the dick forcing a family out of their home so I can pursue my greedy capitalist wealth fantasies.
To elaborate - it's actually my home, and they were told that their 1-year lease would not be renewed past its expiration date four months in advance. Further, they were told that if they wanted to start a new lease on the 1st instead of, you know, the 15th (like the one they have with us because they swooped in so fast we couldn't even refinish the floors) we would be happy to oblige that. Their move? "Hey, can we get out of the lease four months early with no penalties, rather than two weeks?" In any read by anyone who has never rented property to another, though, I'm still the dick.
Actually no, not anymore, sadly. They just went harder on zoning laws here because there have been too many instances of 12 kids in one house. Link here. Get into the school and apply for Family Housing and then we can be neighbors, yeee~I know this is probably easier if you have a roommate or three and you all go in on a place together with your pooled monthly shares.
12 hour shifts are slowly but surely breaking my body and spirit. I really dislike being on call from 5am to 5pm even if I generally like what I do. That and the fact that I'm in a program that gets a new schedule every ten weeks is driving me a little stir crazy, it's hard but I'm making the sleep sacrifice to try and have something resembling a life outside of work.
I'd be a lot happier with it if it was my own business, doing the kind of thing you're doing as opposed to...this.
For real, I don't think I could do this with a smile on my face for someone else. I was pretty worried going into it about how I'd stand up to the hours, nice to see that I can handle it. I've always been the kind of person who can work long hours in terrible conditions but I'm not as young as I used to be.
I woke up today to my entire street being closed due to a water main breaking just outside Chelsea's house and had to walk through a dozen news crews to get to my uber because, of course, my bus route was fux'd because of it. So he's hoping I'm not on any morning news while wearing my Orioles jersey because I was too damn tired to put together and actual outfit for work.
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I've had a ton of shit happen since i last posted to a Pubski. I've added a second day of teaching to my private lessons, and now have a cello student in addition to all of the voice and guitar students. I also have a 4 year old, who's a total cutie patootie, but is super super shy. The restaurant I work at was closing, then it wasn't, then it was being sold, then it wasn't. I basically just show up for the soap opera these days. We're now officially on Cook number 6 since I started in may. Chef number 4 is still around, but not for long. gave his notice a week ago, i think? Aside from the other dishwasher, who'se been there for three years, I'm the senior kitchen staff. I trained chef number 6. What a shit show that is. I'm talking to the woman whom I hope will be able to supervise my doctorate. Things are great, but the problem is (aside from asking her to do so) I don't know for sure if the university will allow her to do it. She's got a Doctorate, but it's not in musicology, even though she's one of the foremost early bass scholars. I guess we'll see. I'm currently writing an article about a piece, under her recommendation and as padding for my resume/ for doctoral applications. Basically this piece is labelled as one thing, for certain instruments, and as composed by one person, when really none of those things are true - and there are some people I can blame for it. I'm pretty stoked.
thenewgreen give me a deadline on the collaborative writing party. It will take more time than I have today. IDEALLY though, dude, and much more fun, would be for you to bring it up on your screen and we can work on it while skyping and vaguely gazing upon one another. Maybe some late night? Let me know. Because, wine.
I'm attempting to be the Duck on the Pond these days but fear I am failing miserably. I have a guy in my home training me the next two days and I'm expected to take him out at night. Then, next week I'm traveling to Dallas to train more. I'm a bit overwhelmed. That said, I would love to skype with you. It will have to wait a week or so. In the meantime, don't wait on me. OR better yet, work on it with b_b! All my best dude. Skype at you soon!
Drama reaching new lows with custody situation. I know I will be forced to interact with more pain in the ass people in the future, but the quiet is nice. I feel less compelled to get A's this semester. I am so close to moving on, so I am going to try to care more. I am taking a fiction creative writing class. I am definitely going to minor in nonprofit management, instead of creative writing. I never have any ideas, when I have a deadline. The nonprofit program overlaps with my major, and I feel good about the choice, now.
Had a fun trip to NYC this weekend. It's hard pleasing everyone in a 5 people group so we did spend Sunday in Brighton Beach, the russian neigbourhood (urgh, i always get deeply uncomfortable there) and the other half of the day in the woodberry outlets. I've never been to outlets before but it kinda got old after 1h. Because of that trip I then busted my ass writing a 30 page essay in 2 days. The rest of the week should be peaceful tho :) Nothing big planned for the next days, it's nice to have some peace of mind. How do people with actual responsabilities manage?!
The boardwalk is not too bad, but the noisy stinky street with all the shops under the subway line is just terrible. The worst thing there are the people tho. We were sitting in a nice coffe place when 2 women walked in with their own food and coffee and just sat down at the tables. They were not together btw, they didn't even know each other. It goes to show this attitude is pretty common. They then got pissed when the owner told them to leave. I just can't stand the mentality of the people there: the sovok mentality. I'm not sure how to translate it to english. ThatFanficGuy you got any translation ideas?
Well, the "sovok" comes from the Russian for "dustpan" and is currently used in Russia pejoratively to describe a Soviet line of thinking (rather authoritative, self-centered with some hatred towards others mixed in; consider how "sovok" [soh-VOHK] and "Soviet" [SOH-vie-yet] sound to get the idea where the name came from). I don't believe there is a translation that would adequately get the idea across, and I don't believe there can be one, either. It's one of those things, like borstsctschstsch, blini and pelmeny that haven't got their way to English.
I find myself paralyzed when I try to set up time off. It used to come easily, but now when I look at taking a trip it all looks so impossible. Or maybe imprudent is more how I feel. I don't know what to do about it.