There's a story.As the owner of a 128x84 display that also happens to be 10 feet wide
There's a question begging to be asked. Why? Why have you that?
8,000 sqft medical-dental building with a traffic count of 80,000 cars a day. We've got a Yelp presence, we've got a well-populated Facebook graph, we're in the top 5 Google hits for city-business, and when polled (as we do with every patient intake) 40% of our clientele lists "drove by" as their reason for coming in. You know why the world is filled with big dumb ugly signs everywhere you look? because they fucking work.
I didn't connect it with the building you were talking about in my head.
Shit be changin' yo My Precious is back together with a new mainspring and it's delightful. Meanwhile I now have a .edu email address, am about to gain another, and am staring down the barrel of 7am to 5pm with an hour to drive 15 miles and eat a sandwich in between. On the one hand, gonna be crazy. On the other hand, Porsche. When I'm done with this ridonkulous odyssey I'll have 500 credits under my belt; I only know this because I had to get my damn transcripts from nineteen diggity nine and it appears I wasn't that great a student on balance. Don't care, Porsche. I live like a goddamn pirate and can do obnoxious shit like go to ten hours of classes eight months out of the year without quitting my job, giving up my bennies or diminishing my pension so pay attention kidz, grades are nice'an all but they sure ain't the beallendall. The weather turned nice. I need to lay out a shelter to hide my Don't Care Porsche in while I'm busy earning money and also putting the ECM back into my hyperexotic italian dualsport. Because when school starts I'm going to be that really annoying old guy with the really douchey car and the really douchey bike and fuck you kidz I own three goddamn pairs of Gargoyles and I wear them every.goddamn.day. Guy in my class. Incredible artist. Brother wrote Sideways. He thinks "Three-fingered Elgin" (which is what My Precious is) is an awesome pirate name. He's not wrong. Edited to add all the .sigs from both faculties list their pronoun preference, and that when i visited campus last week a chick in like Marshall's stuff walked at 45 degrees to get to the far side of the walkway from me when I smiled at her, and then she took a selfie. College is fuckin' weird and I ain't even up in there yet.
Know what else isn't the beallendall? A good paying job that you're capable at with a nice work environment that isn't something you like. I'm speaking on behalf of some people I know. Both told me it wasn't what they wanted to do. Both are very capable. Both have impressive educations. Both do decent work. Neither do great work. There's no passion, no desire to understand the work and take it further. They only do what they're told because they have no interest in thinking about it deeper. And then I know people with 2.something GPAs from modest schools that are great because they love the work.pay attention kidz, grades are nice'an all but they sure ain't the beallendall.
I can't imagine being in a classroom with you. LOL. Like the teach better know left from right or they are in for some barely contained contempt. Or are the classes covering material so novel that there's not a chance you won't be learning?
I have a degree in mechanical engineering with some 500-level shit in acoustics. I'm taking machining and jewelry design. Yeah, I took like 10 credits on the crystalline structure of steel. I took statics, I took dynamics, I took fluid mechanics, I took thermodynamics. That does not mean I know that you need to knock a couple notches out of your tools if you're working with brass because it'll pull through too fast otherwise. That's the kind of thing you learn in machining class. Which I learned when the instructor quizzed me on the spot to figure out if he'd be wasting my time. Which is more than I learned in my entire 300-level machining class at UW because the instructor was so checked out that he had me teach the welding section, and where the machine tools were the same as the ones I grew up with which were 80 years old at the time except the shit my dad owned hadn't been rode hard and put away wet by 60 years of undergraduate use. I've handled AK-47s with higher tolerances than those poor destroyed lathes. I first ran AutoCAD in 1990. Doesn't mean I know how to drive Rhino. I've sandcast aluminum. Doesn't mean I have a handle on .925 casting grain. I wouldn't be taking these classes if I wasn't expecting them to be vital to my future. It was the same the first time around, except back then I didn't give a fuck what the classes were for. I was a fuckin' terror in high school, but I never said a fuckin' word unless I was called on because I was too busy being depressed and mad and hating everyone (and yes, I was thrown out of four classes, permanently, in three and a half years). In college nobody ever called on me. I considered it a win if I made it through a class without anyone learning my name.
This is how I've approached my classes now. I want to squeeze every ounce of value out of the 90 minutes I have with the professor, hungover fratboy on the left be damned. Me in 2010? Constitutionally incapable of giving a fuck.I wouldn't be taking these classes if I wasn't expecting them to be vital to my future. It was the same the first time around, except back then I didn't give a fuck what the classes were for.
Just came back from my first time bouldering. It's fun, but I also feel like I used up a month's worth of grip and arm strength. Cool place though! I also had a wine tasting with a bunch of my colleagues last Friday. The dude who gave it made a good point - if you just pay a bit more attention to what you taste and smell and spend some time learning various grape types, it'll be a much nicer experience drinking it. I got myself a Merlot and a Sauvignon Blanc for starters (and because the D&D GM that will host a campaign at our place also likes wine). Any wine drinkers here? I also got my Aeron yesterday. It is quite the upgrade from the €35 Ikea Bäckkillór I'll tell you that.
I LOVE bouldering! It's so much fun, and progress is super fast at the beginning. I used to go a lot because we had a free gym in University and finding a belay partner is a pain. Now that i have to pay 20$/day - or a bouldering membership I go less. Since I don't do it regularly I don't have the grip strength to last very long so it feels like a waste of money unless i'm hanging out with friends.
Yeah, climbing and bouldering membership are only worth it if you're there multiple times a week, if you have interest in making and sustaining progress. That said, it's an awesome social activity and can improve fitness a lot! Just got done with a few hours at a climbing gym, stoked to see other people here talking about ti!
Yeah already paying for a regular gym and a ski pass. The bouldering will have to wait for a bit. The one thing that would make me crack would be if a gym opened really close. They’re all about 45mins away right now so I doubt I’d go very often. I’m glad I took up the skill in university. I think rock climbing looks really daunting from the outside, but all you really need is some shoes and chalk and you’re good to go!
I laughed. There's a lot of different kinds of wine and they go in and out of fashion. More than that different wines can be very different within categories. I personally dislike merlot... a lot. Oddly enough, some of the best wines and worst wines I've ever had were both sub-$10 chianti. Good rule of thumb - if you have a go-to red and a go-to white at under-$10 and under-$30 you will be ready for damn near any adulting-grade social engagement for people who make six figures or less.€35 Ikea Bäckkillór
Apparently I’ve been off Hubski for over a month, so I guess the pub is a good place to show my face again! It’s looking more and more like I will be finishing a course on schedule for the first time in three years. Meeting with a support group once a week, staying on my meds and communicating with my professors and has been of help. Still, I almost didn’t go to my written exam (my first in four years) because I was certain I hadn’t studied enough to pass it. I was one point away from acing it. Tomorrow I have an oral presentation of a group project, which should be the last thing I have to do in this course if I don’t mess up too bad. Of course I’ve spent all day thinking of ways I can mess it up, everything from passing out or forgetting how to speak English has been running through my mind. Oh well, if 80 % is just showing up I think I can endure the rest.
MAY I PLEASE HAVE PUBSKI'S ATTENTION! ATTENTION EVERYONE! ATTENTION PLEASE! I HAVE SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT TO SHARE! . . . . . . . . . I think this is one handsome fella. That is all.
I expect him to pick up chicks at the club like no mean business.
Except they spit. It's how they express themselves. For 10 feet around any iguana roost, you'll see little off-white blobs everywhere. And if that happens to be in the front window of your groovy San Francisco apartment, where the iguana sits in the window all day and spits at passers-by... it gets pretty damn disgusting. (Not that I have traumatic personal experiences with a friend who had iguanas. In San Francisco. No problem at all. Blech.)
Dated a girl with a red tail boa and a savannah monitor. They were both mean, but okay, the lizard thing is kinda cool. Looked into getting an iguana. Looked in the mirror. Asked myself "self, what the fuck do you think you're doing? There are houseplants that are more interactive." And never got an iguana. I'm sure that would have been a real letdown.
Growing up, we knew a couple that were friends of the family who had an iguana that was so old, and so big, they had to convert their second bathroom into its home. Since an animal that size needed to get some fresh air from time to time, the husband would put a cat harness on it and take it for walks at the local park. Kids went crazy in excitement every time they saw it.
Hey gang. This semester has seen me kick fitness into high gear. And cousin, my body is a-brusin'. Gymnastics training, primarily the floor and high bar events. Club soccer practices. Weightlifting. And because of the newest teammate on the gymnastics club, I've been introduced to the wonderful and wild world of CrossFit. This newest member is an older student like myself who took a few year break in the middle of her undergraduate degree. In that break she trained for, qualified, and competed in CrossFit Worlds. I can't really convey how much of a monster achievement that is. She's also one of the nicest people ever, too. (Slight crush? Maaaybe.) It's addicting to see progress in my gymnastics. And the camaraderie on the team is really sustaining. I'm supremely content with this part of my life. That said, I've been turning something over in my mind for a few weeks now. It has to do with my desire for social approbation, particularly through--but not limited to--social media. It's crazy how much time I spend on Instagram. I also find myself working into conversation recent acrobatic accomplishments. On Insta, I check not only the reactions my posts and "stories" get, but look at other semi-famous users and imagine what their lives are like. Some people (typically gymnasts) find a niche as super-competent athletes that attract tens of thousands of viewers to their training sessions, meal preparation, motivational posts, etc. I think choosing to become an Instagram celebrity has to be one of the most hollow pursuits imaginable. But... my lord, when I post a video and the reactions pour in, it's like someone at Instagram hacked my monkey brain and is pulling at the levers. I guess this is all to say that I intellectually understand that self-aggrandizing is tacky, immature, and can come across as insecure. Yet I've noticed I do it a lot. And it's not sitting right with me. I strive to be aware of it, only doing it when I feel it's appropriate. But it "seems" appropriate a lot of them time. I think self-aggrandizement comes down to wanting to signal traits you have to others. And I wish I had the patience for my traits to be discovered rather than shown-off. What are your thoughts, pubski?
You're seeking validation of your real life from your online life. It bypasses all the hard work of figuring out what people actually feel in person and reduces it to a couple metrics (likes and views). Metrics are seductive but they aren't friendship. Your instagram videos are damn impressive. I showed my wife and kid your last one. I figure if you recognize and understand where those endorphins are coming from you're probably okay. And you're not posting about your goddamn MLM cosmetics nineteen times a day while also slathering in inspirational messages and avocado toast. Trust me - I know people with instagram problems.
I've seen your Instagram stories about gymnastics and they're really dope! As someone who does a lot of social media (mostly for work), I think it's ok to be happy when you see things are getting attention. As long as it's not your main or only source of validation. It you're doing something fun and great, why not share it!? I think the problem starts when you start manufacturing garbage content, drama and share bullshit just to stay "relevant".
Bought a Switch last night on my way home from work, spent most of the evening playing Breath of the Wild and I am loving every minute of it. Much like curling is the exact level of competition I want from sports, BotW is the exact level of challenge I want from my video games at the moment. It's like the video game equivalent of a blanket warm from the dryer.
That's the good shit. I thought I might have posted this (guess I didn't), but I think you'll appreciate: The actual blog post keifermiller, psychoticmilkman, y'all may find this interesting as well. It's like the video game equivalent of a blanket warm from the dryer.
Courtesy of Robert Yang summarizing Matt Walker's twitter rundown of a presentation by some of the Breath of the Wild team [on some of the guiding principles of BotW world building]:
Reminds me of the time I went to the chess party with ...um I guess user_inactiveted now. Bunch of chess geniuses playing 4 people rotating speed chess, and the losers take a shot of vodka. Some of those guys were completely plastered, and I still didn't stand a chance against anyone. Looked like fun!
How's it feel?mentoring the two students I was helping
What do I want to do with my life, Pubski. Knee is falling apart, again, after the ankle is finally good. Taking a lead climbing course and that's awesome. Trajectory is continuing with weirdness at work. Thinking about Grad School.
Wrong way to look at it. What do you want to do after grad school? Is there another way to get there? If so, do that. If not, do grad school. The important thing to keep in mind is school is transitional. It's not a destination in and of itself. If it advances your goals, good. If it just accumulates debt while you delay the question, bad.
Well, there's a couple of options here. I convince my employer to pay for it (they do) which would take probably 2 years of night school for one of the following: 1. MBA (booooooooooo) 2. Data Science (I think I could convince them to go for this) I guess I don't really know what my goals are at this point. Something conservation, sustainability, or in a smaller food/bev oriented company might be nice. Remember when I was bitching about all this almost three years ago? Feeling like ~3 years is a good amount of time for a first job before considering alternatives.
Are you promoting Forever Labs and its work?
Isn't your work unique? I was under the impression. Guess I never heard of someone doing longevity research. I thought stem cells was just a staple of the genre.
Last week I tripped while running and scraped up my knee. I ran all winter and never once fell on ice, and then at the tail end of winter on one of the last dark runs before daylight saving time changed, I trip and slide along the sidewalk. I'm fine, other than some road rash. I can see the direction I slid in the scab. The front of my knee hit first, then I rolled into my side, leaving a diagonal scrape. I'm glad it was cold. My glove ripped, but my hand is fine. No upper body injuries through two layers. The knee road rash was through tights; it'd probably be up my thigh if I'd been in shorts. The tights survived! I love these tights.
Wait ... what ...? It's Thursday? Oh. (...looks around the empty bar... the record on the jukebox is over, but the arm won't pick it up, so it's just going skritch. skritch, skritch, skritch... dust motes drift listlessly in the fading light... bartender listlessly wipes a glass, while leaning against the beer cooler...) I order a Cosmopolitan, just to see what the bartender says. She snorts, and continues wiping the glass. I take another look around the room, get up off the bar stool, and wander out into the daylight, with no destination in mind...
Work I'm on loan to a different department and in the middle of a mind-numbing project. We're on zone two of six of the layout, and all the details we're filling in are similar but slightly different so there's nothing new to make it interesting but it takes almost as long as if it was all from scratch. I talked with my manager a bit about it and he said it was so I would be exposed to more of the company's stuff, so I agreed and mentioned a couple areas that I would like to get some experience in, and he said that was a good idea too, but we'll see what happens. He's not going to let me off of this project while it's still understaffed and late. Fun My bought as a Christmas gift an "intro to sailing" class for us. I talk about sailing like an excited 5th grade nerd whenever it gets into my head, but I have only sailed 8ft Sunfish at a boy scout camp for a week as a teenager, and hardly ever through a friend since then. The lesson was on a 30ft Catalina, which was twice as big as the biggest I had ever been on, and we both had fun. The downside is I've had a recurring daydream ever since about building a nice 12ft sailboat for myself. I know a couple people who have built kayaks or canoes and it would be cheaper than buying a new one [but more than used, not including time, and tools]. That's going to stay a daydream for now. We live in an apartment and I have no space for a workshop [yet].
Back home we have a sailing club that actually owns the boats, it’s kind of a co-op I guess. They own the 1 and 2 person boats which they give lessons on and some people own the bigger ones that they’ll ask people to help with sometimes. Everybody volunteers some days to be there taking care of the place and operating the rescue boat in case anything goes wrong. It’s a pretty cool place and probably the most inexpensive way to get into sailing without any major purchases that need storing. Might be worth looking into if there’s anything like that around you !
There are, but both clubs I know about are fairly exclusive and out of my price range.
I'm super-jealous. By the way, daydreaming about building a boat is pretty cheap. It's the "building" part where things get dumb. I had a friend who was basically gifted a Cadillac runabout and it became the only thing he did and the only thing he spent money on for four years.My bought as a Christmas gift an "intro to sailing" class for us.
Yeah, daydream for now. And try to find a friend with one. My ideal sailboat is probably big and wide enough that more than two adults can fit in it, but light enough that a couple people can carry it. If it can fit on a roof rack even better. I'd like to be able to bring a cooler and fishing gear, so the little racing designs aren't it. The most inexpensive to build that is still a boat and not a garbage raft with a bedsheet are these things: http://opengoose.com/ Most build reports I found cost between "a few hundred" and 2k. And they look like a plywood box but they're supposed to sail well. At the cheap end people use tyvek for sails: At the other end of the spectrum are boats like this: which took a retiree a year to build and an undisclosed amount of money. But it's a beautiful little boat to drool over. 
