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11.27.07 What's News? [Nov. 28th, 2007|12:02 am]
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[Current Location |Elizabeth]
[mood | confused]
[music |The Band : The Weight]

  • 11.27.07 What's News?

    • This was another of those great days where I went in early (the upside of insomnia), and left reluctantly. Fall and Winter are great times to be a workaholic. It is difficult to be like that during the Summer and in the Spring. I was thinking about what I wrote last night. It has been brought to my attention that it sounds like I'm doing shoddy work, and I am surprised my employer keeps me around. That's not the case. I work hard, I work smart, and I am surprised my employer keeps me around. One big catalyst for me getting serious about my Associates degree was the phrase “Don't be left at the end of the contract”. It means that our contracts represent periodic 'slimming' of the staff. In my case, not having a degree when the contract ends would be a great reason to “trim the fat” until the next contract comes along. There is no doubt that there would be others standing in line with 4 year degrees from respected schools to replace me. In a way, one could say that I got my degree to keep my job. It sounds stupid, but when they made the offer, I was thinking to myself, “F**k a paper degree, I have real world experience.” I go through periodic spurts of stupidity. At any rate, there have been several rounds of “Corporate Weight Loss” over the past 6 months. During one of these, I was transferred from one project, which was overstaffed, to another, which was understaffed. While I did not know most of the newly unemployed, the ones I did know all had more education than myself. I kind of feel like having lower education makes me more “keep able” in some ways, but I know from experience that having low education makes it harder to get on board in the first place. With that being the case, my one major question right now is as follows:

      • Should I postpone getting the bachelors degree in favor of a higher paying position, if the position is offered?

  • I have a strong feeling that the position will be offered. While I do value education, I also know the value of the money. As they say, “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush”. I also know another saying, “Out of the kettle, ...”. Right now, I would consider myself as a person with a lot of “professional acquaintances”. Periodically, I keep in contact with people who actually know me, but for the most part, it's my family, and the people at work, many of whom don't even know any of my most charming attributes. Come to think of it, I don't even know my most charming attributes. Personal note: Find out what my most charming attributes are. The Yehuyans (Stratford Place) are good for talking about the same “fat shit” we have always talked about, but they, like myself, have always fumbled through the employment, rather than navigating through the career. Needless to say, I would never consider asking the “professional acquaintances” about any of this, but I wonder what they would do.

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11.26.07 What's News? [Nov. 27th, 2007|12:09 am]
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[Current Location |Elizabeth]
[mood | accomplished]
[music |Loituma : Laka's Polka]

  • 11.26.07 What's News?

    • First of all, I'm enrolled, registered, and getting ready to go back to school to get my degree.

      • I'm excited, nervous, and eager. I have always thought of myself as the type of person who would always like to be taking a class, just to always be in the process of learning something new, but now, I'm thinking that I'll be glad when it's over, and I can finally start making some money with what I have learned. I don't know if that has to do with getting older, or with the fact that I have seen so little return on investment from my education. Even the job I have now, which is in my desired field, near my desired salary range, was obtained more or less as a fluke. I got the position and my first raise before I got my degree, the position calls for a higher degree than I hold, and I sometimes wonder if I still have the position because I don't have the required education, and thus, get paid less than I would if I did have a 4 year degree. I guess the real benefit of the degree (for me) comes with the job hunt. So many positions have turned me down due to my lack of education, always telling me that they were impressed with my experience.

    • Should I take the job in NoVa that's offering me $12k more per year?

      • When ever I am feeling dissatisfied with my current position, I like to 'Monster' around for new jobs. Recently, the JobHunt got a bite, and it seems like they might make an offer. Of course, the cost of living up there is higher, but could it be that much higher? I should find the Ttox, he would know. Maybe smack some sense in me.

    • This is depressing.

      • Of course, we all know it, but it helps to have it reinforced. I found the site because I was looking for proof that a smelly man was actually a great turn on to women, due to Pheromones and such. This is a hypothesis of mine that was questioned by Vino's girl last week. I didn't find the proof that I needed, but there is a lot of other interesting stuff on this site.

    • Work's going great.

      • I hate to be like “if there is nothing to complain about, there is nothing to write about”, but I have little to complain about, so little seems worth the effort to write about.

    • My Dell Laptop computer is on the Fritz.

      • A while back Vino asked me to look at his machine, which is the same as mine, to see if I could figure out what was wrong with it. I'm no laptop tech, but he said he would probably throw it away and get a new one before he spent money having it repaired. I couldn't get it fixed. Tech with a desktop generally involves swapping out suspect parts with parts that were known to work from other 'Frankenstein' machines. At that point, my machine was working fine, so I didn't want to make his problem into my problem. Now, My machine is acting funky, and I, like him, really am not interested in a game of “Polish the turd”. I have 2 work laptops, I guess I can use one of them.

    • Thanksgiving holiday was a blast.

      • I have so much to be thankful for, I don't know where to begin.

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08.19.07.What's News? [Aug. 19th, 2007|10:00 pm]
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[Current Location |Elizabeth]
[mood | cheerful]
[music |The crazy lady upstairs...]

  • 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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NightHike [Jan. 4th, 2007|09:14 pm]
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[Current Location |Elizabeth]
[mood | cheerful]
[music |James Brown: September Song]

Last night, I went hiking with SteelHull and the ICrew. We left at 1900 and got back at 2300. I went fast-up, but I actually felt tired coming down-back. IBall's ex came along with the new Beau. He's from Chile. He's an Astronomer in Charlottesville. One of my new favorite bands is playing there, and he digs them, so we hit it off well. several other people tagged along, each bringing a dog. they were all off leashes and darting up down, and across the trails. It could have been a military exercise. At one point, we passed through this spot where the air was incredibly warm. I don't mean a few degrees warmer, I mean 10 or more. The full moon was brilliant, as it always is on cloudless nights, when one is in the middle of NowHere. I read a poem once about the moon, and how it was the jealous cousin of the sun. Sunlight gives plants what they need to survive, but I think I read somewhere that they actually do the growing at night. I would say the beautiful sister. Who can stand to look at the sun? Tonight, I met a couple of friends at an upscale new restaurant near my place. EMoney's girl suggested it. I walked down and met them for a Guinness. After that, she split, so me & E went to Calhoun's for an IPA. We talkied about resolutions, Dancing, Ghettos, travel, and language. It was a good time. I enjoy fast drinking and pontification, but there is something to be said for a slow brew good conversation. In other news, Class starts soon, and work is going great. I had better get some sleep, I have to go there tomorrow.
P.S. Someone once told me that if I ever took apart a 9Volt battery, I would immediately die a horrible, flaming death. Now, I see that it's not true.
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12Monkey [Dec. 30th, 2006|12:20 am]
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[Current Location |RockTown]
[music |12Monkeys]

Well, as far as I know, Saddam is dead. Now his martyrdom begins. People will easily forget what they have never known, and most blokes have no idea about who Saddam was, or what he did. Oddly enough, most simpletons seem to confuse evil of Saddam with the incompetence of Bush. In Saddam's Iraq, women were denied the right to vote, Class based rape was institutionalized, and videos were made of torture. One particular video showed a man having his hand dissected by what appeared to be a surgeon. Needless to say, the man was not too thrilled about it. In my mind, the major threat to the west, to America, is not the evil brought by the extremest Muslim. Our greatest danger is the desire of so many of us to ignore or disbelieve data because they do not like what the data implies. I got BroadBand in my apartment. Me & Deb are watching 12 Monkeys. I am taking a class this semester, and I can't get by without a connection. Other than that, I would just as soon keep the monthly fee for a trip or a new deck.
The Nixon Application
For those of you who don't know, the internet actually exists for me to bitch about problems I am having with software development. What's wrong now? well, I have the Schlitz, but that's another story. I did submit a project on Planet-Source-Code.com called 'DriveIndex'. Its purpose is to index the files stored on a particular drive (Compact Disc or DVD) and write FileNames along with the drive name to a database. Where is that illegally downloaded song or program? I do a search, and if the drive has been indexed, the database will tell you what drive(s) the particular file can be found on. As a kid, I often painted my best pictures until they turned black. As an adult, I occasionally code my extra curricular applications until they Bug-out. For this particular fiasco, I did it on my personal computer, which has the student version of .Net on it. Unfortunately, that version doesn't include source control like my work laptop. If it did, I would simply roll back my changes until I got something that works. As it stands, I can go back to what I last posted to PSC. It makes me mad, but only at myself. If only I had someone to blame for this one... Damn you Kletus!
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11.01.05.MissYu [Nov. 1st, 2005|11:45 pm]
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[music |I, Robot]




11.01.05
Today is my brother's birthday. I hate to say it, but I barely miss him.
It's so sad/horrible how the dead fade from our memories. I hate to be the
forgetter, but I hope I disappear so easily. I'm watching BatMan Begins
right now. It's kind of cool how they tried to make a 'scary movie' with
the hero as the 'Scare Factor'. I took the day off tomorrow, so I could
enjoy a 'personal holiday'. Thinking more about my brother, I want to try
to imagine what he would have been like, if he had lived. He would have
probably been getting back from Iraq, or some other miserable conflict.
I can't imagine what he would have been like as an individual, I hate to
say it, but I have little indication as to what his actual 'personality'
was like. Most of our time was spent 'ninja training' as kids, or 'fist
fighting' as teens. We didn't spend time trying to be smarter, or more interesting,
like I see young people today doing. We wanted to prove physical superiority
more. We used to live in Moneta, in a DoubleWide trailer, It is about to
be torn down for the homestead. There were no skateboards back then, just
bikes. The cool thing to do was the bike jumps. I don't need to explain
the physics, but we both endured plenty of injuries. To extrapolate meaning
from experience, I was always most persistent with the most daring feats,
and he was always last to try them, and first to land them, unscathed. I
would slam the same jump, like 12 times, and he would watch me, slam 3 times,
and land clean on the 4th. When he did slam, he did so completely, like,
with his whole self. With bikes and boards, there is this level of 'commitment'
involved. It determines a lot, like the probability of a successful landing.
A more committed rider is more likely to land successfully, more likely
to slam completely. A less committed rider is more likely to land on his
feet, less likely to land the trick or jump. Since my brother died, I have
sought to be a more committed individual. I have sought to be more committed,
land more, and slam less. I only hope that when I am forgotten, I can at
least live up to the legend I created for my younger brother to exemplify.
I hope I can be as much of a man as that 18yr old boy was.




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