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·      Hape://Bertha.de

o    BirthDay Funk

§      http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PodOfFunk/~5/209000705/funkpod_30.mp3

§      I have some BirthDay funk, but it’s not like a down feeling. Actually, it’s like a great excitement. Tomorrow, I will be 34 years old. Because my birthday is so close to the New Year, I generally spend the nine days in between thinking of “resolution candidates”. When the deadline rolls around, I usually settle for what I think of as “recent improvements” in my behavior, as I have never been the type to improve my own behavior intentionally.

§      So what’s news?

·      Lots of news, a lot of it is great, and much of it is not for consumption by the general public. Nothing extra special, just not very interesting. For example:

o    Every year, I come up with a new budget and a plan to be debt free by the end of the year. It is usually not very realistic. This year, I actually make enough income to make it a remote possibility.

o    I am fully geeked out. I have two different bar code scanners. One is a light pen, and the other is the light gun type.

o    I just got a degree, and I am going back to school. It is an online college. The future looks bright, but the web sessions that pass for classes are not so exciting. The courses are easy, but the assignments are like an Easter egg hunt. The professors don’t put the assignments with due dates in the syllabus. You have to go looking around for them.

§      What would you want to be asked if you were being interviewed?

·      That is not a rhetorical question. I am actually writing this for my blog and to send to myself on http://FutureMe.org. I like to talk to people, but I can’t stand superficial conversation. When I say this, I mean, I can’t stand conversations about celebrities, or complaints about “the system” or “society”. Needless to say, I often find myself wishing I had better questions to get people to expand on what they think about life the universe, and everything. Thinking more on it, I should probably develop some questions. What would the future me want to be asked about? While I can’t think of anything good, I can put down what comes to mind. Actually, these come from the book “All about me” by Phillip Keel.

o    If you had no commitments to others, what would you do?

§      I would maximize my education and work experience. I would make my dwelling where ever I found the highest paying job. I think the online education thing is good for the lifestyle I live. It is also good for the lifestyle I would live in such circumstances. I would always keep putting in resumes with different firms. When I get a new job, I would stay for a year. This would be long enough to satisfy the apartment lease. When the lease is up, I would start the job hunt again. I would continue to take classes in the field as opposed to classed for a new degree. I would do this because the industry is always changing, and the moves would be costly to perform, no matter how paltry the new dwelling. I would live meagerly. I would not take huge apartments even if I could afford them. I would also not take anything without a washer and dryer. I would invest all I could in traditional investments, and in my own business, which would have a forwarding post office box, if necessary. For my “own business”, I would do application programming, which I have a lot of great ideas for, as opposed to service programming, with which I have a lot of experience.

o    What is a dream you have had more than once?

§      This is a bad question for me to ask, because I don’t have a real answer.

·      I dream often of climbing on something big and moving, like in “Shadow of the Colossus”.

·      I dream a lot about chasing something very small that moves very quickly. The recurrence is the fact that I always move very slowly, if at all.

·      I dream of being lost in a big place, with a series of closed off areas. There always seems to be a choice of which area to go to next, and each area seems more inappropriate than the last. It is not always the same setting. Sometimes, it is like a Wal*Mart, other times, it is like a hospital, other times, it is like a cave. In every instance, there is never any going back, and there are always multiple choices, and there is always someone calling me by name from an unknown direction.

o    List 5 things you would like to accomplish within the next year. This is my own question.

§      Debt Freedom

·      Credit cards are a real pain in the ass, especially when it is so easy to keep using them and paying them off than it is to simply cut them and pay them off. My mother recently told me about prepaid cards, which are not the same as the secured cards. A prepaid card can actually accept money from direct deposit. They look and work just like other credit cards, except for the fact that they appear to have no connection to your credit, and they extend you no credit. They are simply a spending mechanism, nothing more. I thought of this idea years ago. It is good to see that the rest of the world has caught up.

§      A good schedule

·      Many people try to avoid the 9 to 5 lifestyle. I aspire to it. I would like nothing more than to set a schedule, and follow it for two weeks in a row. I would be ecstatic if I could do the same for two months. Time and money are separate commodities, but time, like money is a highly valuable commodity. If you don’t know where it is going, it is easy to waste a lot of it. If you can not account for it, you can count on the fact that you are wasting it.

§      One (1) or zero (0) packs of cigarettes every month.

·      Currently, I smoke One (1) pack of cigarettes every week. It doesn’t sound like much, but it is so hard to not smoke any that I have been considering hypnosis as a method of elimination. If any readers have tried it, please feel free to offer your opinion on the matter.

§      Successful completion of all classes I am taking.

·      This is less of a hope and more of an expectation, as long as I don’t get the rigorous travel schedule I had last year at this time.

§      An initial release of one of my applications.

·      I have a lot of good ideas; some of them might even be considered good ideas. All of my applications are 75% complete, as far as a release is concerned. I write these applications for myself, and that 75% represents what I need them to be to be functional to myself. That last 25% would represent my confidence in the fact that others would find them useful, if I were to move them to completion.

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• 09.13.07 What's News?

• Pimp My Calculus

  • Tonight, Aaron and I went to Barnes & Noble. I studied a little in the Algebra book to bring myself up to speed for Calculus, he studied chemistry.

• So much of what has happened in the news recently is worthy of comment. I almost feel like i am crazy to not mention it. By the same token, I feel like it crazy to not be involved (or at least interested) in such important events.

• I wrote a letter to Tim Kaine on his website. I told him that I was in the process of organizing voters to un-elect the group of morons who passed the laws that put such heavy fines on drivers. I needed to know if it was him alone, or if there were others to be included. I got no response.

• I am thinking of doing a bumper sticker with Tim Kaine's face on it and the words #@%$ You! I have a chauffeur! If you Really don't like my new traffic fines, you can call me at ###-###-#### to tell me all about it. You can also vote me out of office on ##/##/####.

• Note to self: get the date and the phone number.

• Sometimes, I feel like all of my political efforts occur in a vacuum. I guess that's the nature of being a conservative. Liberals will gladly take time off from not working to advance an agenda that they feel will be to their benefit. Conservatives think of work, and the rewards of being responsible as being in their benefit. Liberals will gladly spend money on T shirts and Bumper stickers. Conservatives try to pay their bills and maybe keep a little out for something nice when the 3 paycheck month rolls around.

• I don't know much, but when it comes to Liberals, I have made a few observations.

  • Liberals complain about the government, but want to see its powers expanded.

  • Liberalism is both a religion, and a mental disorder.

  • A Liberal is one who feels that rights should be distributed freely, but a responsibility is something to be saddled upon the shoulders of another.

  • There are patriots and there are Liberals. The two are mutually exclusive.

  • A Liberal is a fan of mob rule. This is evident in the tendency to want to protest, or shout down opposition.

  • Liberals were pro choice on Slavery, also

  • An American Liberal can recognize no enemy other than an American Conservative.

  • A Liberal is one who would make logical connections that are not plausible, but ignore logical connections that are apparent.

  • To a Liberal, ECONOMICS is spelled TAXES

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• 08.19.07.What's News?

1. This morning, I woke up in Roanoke. Last night, I had arrived at about 2AM after an all night session doing battle with the Active Directory at KHC. Weez and Kdev were going to visit Nan in Troutville. I needed to go back to BedRock to pick up a paycheck and a graduation check. I stopped at the spot and picked up a fat new MTech 440 Steel. This thing is a full precision WetWorks tool. It's too cool to keep for myself, but I can't decide who to give it to. It looks like RedNeck Goth, if there is such a thing. When I got to BedRock, I noticed that my oil was due for a change. Standing in the office, I almost started to work more on the network, but I thought better of it, because it's a Sunday, and the JiffyLube would probably have been closed by the time I left the office. The nearest JiffyLube that I could think of is in Forest. Of course, I could think of Forest easily, because that's where the JCrew outlet is. I got the oil change and stopped in at JCrew. I picked up trousers and some socks. On the way back up to RockTown, I stopped by Buena Vista. Buena Vista is a small (really small) town between Roanoke and Harrisonburg. It's more or less across the interstate from Lexington. The proximity and low house prices make it a prime location for our next home. I drove around until I found a real estate office. Looking at the house prices, my jaw dropped. Some of the new estates that are going up could not easily be classified as “houses”. Many of them cost six figures. By the same token, there were plenty of decent looking 3 and 4 bedroom houses going for under $100k. I thought about the possibilities all the way back to RockTown. It's a good thing I had that to think about, because my MP3 player had no more charge, and I am not in the habit of carrying a lot of CDs on the road. On top of that, I was a little tired from staying up so late last night. Getting back to RockTown, I laid down for a little while, played Halo 1, and thought about going on a hike. When I went to the window, I saw that it was sprinkling from an almost cloudless sky, such a beautiful thing. I went to Wal-Mart to get some basics. I'm planning to head back to Roanoke tomorrow, because my grandmother is visiting from Newark, New Jersey. I am going to ask to work half days from home this week. Walking into Wal-Mart, my new JCrew trousers set off the alarm with the sewn in RFID tag. They come with a cloth-attached tag that you are supposed to cut off when you buy the clothing. I resent the fact that anyone would expect me to take scissors or knife to my newly purchased clothing, so I usually leave the tags on. The RFID tags are no good after going through the washer and dryer, so it's never an issue. Of course, you don't wash Leather trousers, and this pair of trousers was just purchased, so the tag worked fine. Does Wal-Mart sell leather trousers? I walked into the store with a short list of items to pick up in my head.

• Deodorant

• Vasaline
  

• Bunny Food

• Lotion
  

• Vegetables

• Motor Oil

• Trail Bars

• String
  

• Bottled Water

• Duct Tape
  

• Tooth Paste

• A Kazoo
  

• Milk

• When the alarm sounded, I continued to walk normally, and no one approached me. I also forgot everything on my list. Looking around the store, I remembered a few of the items, but I started to get nervous about leaving. Should I just walk out like normal? Should I say to the docile little woman at the door “It's OK, it's just my funky trousers”? Should I make a break for it? How far could I run with these trousers on? I wondered around the store until I remembered a few of the items on the list and went to get in line. Leaving, the alarm sounded, and again no one approached me. Personal note to self: Don't pay for things at Wal-Mart. Walking to my car, I thought a lot about how nervous I was in the store. I thought a lot about how embarrassed I would have been if I had been apprehended. I thought a lot about how odd it would have been to have my ass kicked by a woman while wearing leather trousers. Note to self... I digress. Apparently, I mused on the subject a bit too long, because when I got back to the apartment, I was still in LaLaLand. The sprinkling had turned into a small summer storm, and I wanted to get into the apartment without getting soaked. I backed my car in, turned off the wipers and lights, put my MP3 player and charger in the grocery bag, grabbed my bag, locked the door, got out of the car, and remembered that the keys were still in the ignition. As I stood looking stupidly into the quickly fogging windows, I could hear that the engine was still running. I could also hear the storm growing in intensity. My apartment has about a 6 inch eave, so when you step outside, if it is raining, you get wet. I tried to prop my bag up in front of the door so the MP3 player could stay relatively dry. I am not a big guy, but apparently I am more than 6 inches from front to back. I found that I could not make a call without getting soaked. I ran out to get under a few trees in front of the apartment. I have another set of keys in my desk drawer at work. Paging through the list of co-workers, I called the ones that I thought might be available. Voice Mail, Voice Mail, Voice Mail. Some of the students in a house across the way were standing out in the rain drinking water out of red Solo cups and screaming “Woo!” In unison. As the rain intensified, they started picking up the cups and taking the table inside. Apparently, they didn't want the rain water. I ran up to the door just as the last one was closing it. Knocking on the door, I heard “Oh Shit, that big black midget is at the door!”, “Put that shit out”, and “He looks like a cop”. I have been called a lot of things in my life, but... I digress. A sheepish looking girl came to the door and I told her about my naughty keys. She said that she would look, but she thought everyone was using plastic coat hangars these days. 30 seconds later, she came back and said that they had no metal coat hangars in the house. Note to self: Become a cop and arrest the whole lot of them. I ran back to the grove of trees and looked around. I went to knock on another neighbor, Juan's door. Fortunately, he was there. He did have a metal hangar, but it was a HUGE gold colored hangar that was for some reason, neatly unwound and straightened almost perfectly, except for the hook at the end. I thanked him, and proceeded to start scratching up my brand new car. The door locks in my car are not electric, but they do have rubbery nips at the top, so there is nothing for a hangar to grip on to. I went back to Juan's door to see if he had a tennis ball, and he was like “I never would have guessed you to be a YouTube addict... Are you a cop?” Before I could answer, my phone rang. It was JoTho, from work. JoTho is an ex immigration officer who had never actually retired. I don't think he turned in his weapon, either. He has threatened to shoot me several times.

• “Rahsaan”

• “Pringle, Didn't I tell you not to lock yourself out?”

• “No, sir”

• “Alright, I'll be there in a minute.”

• “Great, I am at...”

• Click

• 3 minutes later, The phone rang again. It was JoTho.

  • “Where are you at?”

  • “I'm at my apartment, It's a stones throw from Calhoun's. I have a spare set of keys in my desk at the office.”

  • “Fine, GodDammit!”

  • Pregnant pause...

  • “JoTho?”

  • “Here is what I am going to do. I'm going to go to the office and get your keys out of your desk. After that, I am going to bring your keys to you. You are going to be waiting for me and your keys at the bar at Calhoun's! YOU HEAR ME PRINGLE?!?”

  • “Yes Sir!”

  • Click

  • When I closed my phone I looked around the room and Juan, and the two women he lived with, and the two babies they had were all looking at me with big eyes and wide open mouths. I guess JoTho didn't lose his touch. I thanked them and ran downtown to Calhoun's. JoTho time is weird. He could be 45 minutes late, or he could be 45 minutes early. Either way JoTho was my boss, and if he said to wait for him at the bar, I was going to wait for him at the bar, no questions asked.

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• What's news?
• Deb will be flying off to Greece & Italy tomorrow.
• In a way I would like to be going, but I am taking two classes right now, and I am actually thrilled to not be able to go for a reason other than money.
• If all goes well, I will be free of my most troublesome debt at the end of the year.
• That in itself is cause for celebration.
• KB is in the hospital.
• He has some sort of 'mystery disease' that could be related to his time in Iraq.
• If all goes well, I will be graduating next month.
• I am SOOOO excited!
• I have Katari's mp3 player.
• It is a Pocket DJ, just like mine, and it has a cracked screen.

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• 05.08.07
• Well Happy Anniversary! A year ago today, I started at SI International. I remember when I got there, I felt seriously outclassed by the other talent. Now, a year has passed, and I feel seriously outclassed by the other talent. It seems like I have a great knack for the impressive new technology that's always on the bleeding edge. I like working for SI, even if I am now part of a project that helps Immigrants get into the country. At least it is helping them get in legally. In fact, some of my "ShotGun Innovations" May be credited with streamlining the process, making it easier to distinguish who should stay, and who should go. I got a little bit frustrated tonight. earlier, I went to the Artful Dodger after work to work on some work. When I got there, I didn't have my charger, but I did have a full battery. My machine took forever to boot up, and I didn't have the reading material I had printed up to read with me. When I did finally get up and running, the project was locked, some problem with Visual SourceSafe, I think. Also, the network at the coffee shop was down, so I couldn't get online. I came back to the apartment, installed Visual Studio on the DeskTop, and started sorting through my CD collection. I am trying to get File backups, Applications, and application backups organized into the various CD binders. The kids upstairs are getting high, making a lot of noise. I need to go to bed, even though I am not tired or sleepy.