Girl in a Coma or UFC?
Girl in a Coma... or UFC?
I went for the former, not the latter and of course... I was NOT disappointed. Who'd miss out on getting to see their crush? Not this guy.
Here I am on the right with Nina Diaz, the lead singer, at a show in Austin a couple of years ago.
Damn, she's hot and not much has changed since then. Oh, except for a hint of red in her hair now.
And a sample for those who've never heard them...
Girl in a Coma... or UFC?
I went for the former, not the latter and of course... I was NOT disappointed. Who'd miss out on getting to see their crush? Not this guy.
Here I am on the right with Nina Diaz, the lead singer, at a show in Austin a couple of years ago.
Damn, she's hot and not much has changed since then. Oh, except for a hint of red in her hair now.
And a sample for those who've never heard them...
Ahhhh... another Monday. Totally wanted to play hooky today and skip work with the g/f, but it was looking like she wouldn't keep up her end of the pact. Too many things to do today and someone had to be responsible.
I got to work knowing what exactly was going to be in store for me and I was busy from the start. A long morning led to a late lunch and we got to eat quietly and in peace as we missed the lunch rush. While sitting down to eat, my g/f picked up what looked like a guide to classes. It was a continuing studies guide at Rice University. She thumbed through it and showed me some programs she might be interested and as I glanced at the cover, the word "languages" caught my eye. Calmly she handed the guide over to me and picked up another guide for herself. Without hesitation I flipped to the section on language and saw that they were offering three levels of courses for eight languages at an 8-week clip. The next classes would begin in March.
A quiet personal goal of mine is to learn five different languages. With English and Spanish under my belt, I've tried my hand at a few others: Swedish, Russian, Italian, Portuguese (probably the one with which I've had the most success understanding of these four.) I have about a month before registration ends. So now is the time to scrape some dough together and put my money where my mouth is.
I got to work knowing what exactly was going to be in store for me and I was busy from the start. A long morning led to a late lunch and we got to eat quietly and in peace as we missed the lunch rush. While sitting down to eat, my g/f picked up what looked like a guide to classes. It was a continuing studies guide at Rice University. She thumbed through it and showed me some programs she might be interested and as I glanced at the cover, the word "languages" caught my eye. Calmly she handed the guide over to me and picked up another guide for herself. Without hesitation I flipped to the section on language and saw that they were offering three levels of courses for eight languages at an 8-week clip. The next classes would begin in March.
A quiet personal goal of mine is to learn five different languages. With English and Spanish under my belt, I've tried my hand at a few others: Swedish, Russian, Italian, Portuguese (probably the one with which I've had the most success understanding of these four.) I have about a month before registration ends. So now is the time to scrape some dough together and put my money where my mouth is.
Seems like I've picked up my penchant for reading again.
Before last month, the last full book I had read was only on the suggestion of an ex who'd wanted to read together and have something to talk about. From that day, I'd only used books as things to take up space or as paperweights.
I borrowed "Fight Club" from a co-worker and read a few pages a night as I could before I gobbled up over half of the book in a sitting. It only took about four weeks to finally finish it. Upon discussing with a couple of other friends at work that I'd read this book, they both suggested that I read "Invisible Monsters," also by the same author. Perhaps a week had passed after this discussion, but I remembered it later and I stopped by a Half Price Books and picked up a copy on the cheap.
I read that at a similar pace and now I'm on my third book, a nonfictional account of a writer turned amateur fighter called "A Fighter's Heart." In the queue are a handful of other books: "World War Z," "Less Than Zero" and "Tales of Ordinary Madness."
Random excerpt from today...
Girlfriend: I'm being lazy today and feeding the dog tofu
Me: You fed him tofu last night, didn't you?
G/F: Yeah... and?
Me: You don't remember, do you? All I'm saying is that he's not sleeping in the same room with me.
Before last month, the last full book I had read was only on the suggestion of an ex who'd wanted to read together and have something to talk about. From that day, I'd only used books as things to take up space or as paperweights.
I borrowed "Fight Club" from a co-worker and read a few pages a night as I could before I gobbled up over half of the book in a sitting. It only took about four weeks to finally finish it. Upon discussing with a couple of other friends at work that I'd read this book, they both suggested that I read "Invisible Monsters," also by the same author. Perhaps a week had passed after this discussion, but I remembered it later and I stopped by a Half Price Books and picked up a copy on the cheap.
I read that at a similar pace and now I'm on my third book, a nonfictional account of a writer turned amateur fighter called "A Fighter's Heart." In the queue are a handful of other books: "World War Z," "Less Than Zero" and "Tales of Ordinary Madness."
Random excerpt from today...
Girlfriend: I'm being lazy today and feeding the dog tofu
Me: You fed him tofu last night, didn't you?
G/F: Yeah... and?
Me: You don't remember, do you? All I'm saying is that he's not sleeping in the same room with me.
Late day at work today making sure things got taken care of like they're supposed to...
And somewhere in between, a co-worker shared this song with me: a parody of one of those things that graphic artists often hear from clients. It has come to be a running joke and I'm mildly entertained by the prospect that it was made into a song.
And somewhere in between, a co-worker shared this song with me: a parody of one of those things that graphic artists often hear from clients. It has come to be a running joke and I'm mildly entertained by the prospect that it was made into a song.
There are the typical disenchanting things like work, lack of social life, getting out of shape and things of that sort... but generally speaking, life is good.
At some point over lunch, the g/f and I discussed the possibility of moving closer to town/work. This, of course, was prompted by one of the many letters we seem to get wedged into our front door from time to time. Violators that we are, we have had a gas grill on our balcony for over a year and we JUST get a note reminding us of the stipulation set forth in our lease agreement that forbids us having one. While I can totally respect the fact that there are rules for our safety, I'm frankly tired of being limited to what we can do or what we can't keep on our premises... and so a preliminary search for a new place begins.
In other news, the job search continues as two other companies have foregone the pleasure of MY company. I'd like to believe it's for the better and that the job market is turning around for the better but for the moment it just doesn't seems like it's in my direction. The resume gets tweaked and upgraded and more colorful as the days pass, not to say that I'm fabricating anything so much as I'm refining the descriptive quality of my abilities.
And despite the holidays, I haven't really recharged my batteries, so to speak. I could use a veritable day off or seven of them to get back at what sanity I have left. I'm sure it's out there somewhere.
At some point over lunch, the g/f and I discussed the possibility of moving closer to town/work. This, of course, was prompted by one of the many letters we seem to get wedged into our front door from time to time. Violators that we are, we have had a gas grill on our balcony for over a year and we JUST get a note reminding us of the stipulation set forth in our lease agreement that forbids us having one. While I can totally respect the fact that there are rules for our safety, I'm frankly tired of being limited to what we can do or what we can't keep on our premises... and so a preliminary search for a new place begins.
In other news, the job search continues as two other companies have foregone the pleasure of MY company. I'd like to believe it's for the better and that the job market is turning around for the better but for the moment it just doesn't seems like it's in my direction. The resume gets tweaked and upgraded and more colorful as the days pass, not to say that I'm fabricating anything so much as I'm refining the descriptive quality of my abilities.
And despite the holidays, I haven't really recharged my batteries, so to speak. I could use a veritable day off or seven of them to get back at what sanity I have left. I'm sure it's out there somewhere.
Random thought from the day...
On the drive home from work today, the girlfriend asked, "How wide is a horse trailer?" To which I quickly replied, "Wide enough for two horses' asses."
In other news...
I have a desk full of work to get back to tomorrow, of which I have no desire to complete quickly AND I have a job interview lined up for Thursday. Not exactly the kind of job for which I'm looking but it may give me more leverage at my current job until I find a position to satisfy my bliss.
On the drive home from work today, the girlfriend asked, "How wide is a horse trailer?" To which I quickly replied, "Wide enough for two horses' asses."
In other news...
I have a desk full of work to get back to tomorrow, of which I have no desire to complete quickly AND I have a job interview lined up for Thursday. Not exactly the kind of job for which I'm looking but it may give me more leverage at my current job until I find a position to satisfy my bliss.
A quick recap...
Lazy holiday over Christmas. Spent time at my folks' house with my girlfriend and sister's family. New Years' Eve was a bust with the nasty weather. Continuing the job search and have at least one promising lead. Applying to two more jobs this evening.
Today I went with my girlfriend to a local mall to exchange a robe she got at Frederick's of Hollywood for a robe of a different color. I can say one thing for sure and that's how much she values my opinion on what I like in her undergarments. I don't simply tell her that I like it or I don't like it. I tell her if the cut isn't right, the color doesn't suit her skin tone or whether I think it bunches up too much.
Anyhow a day trip like this one was well needed. I've been cooping myself up too much and I needed to "air out". Glad to be at the mall when there aren't herds of people stampeding around for last minute gift shopping, not that I fancy malls so much in the first place.
Lazy holiday over Christmas. Spent time at my folks' house with my girlfriend and sister's family. New Years' Eve was a bust with the nasty weather. Continuing the job search and have at least one promising lead. Applying to two more jobs this evening.
Today I went with my girlfriend to a local mall to exchange a robe she got at Frederick's of Hollywood for a robe of a different color. I can say one thing for sure and that's how much she values my opinion on what I like in her undergarments. I don't simply tell her that I like it or I don't like it. I tell her if the cut isn't right, the color doesn't suit her skin tone or whether I think it bunches up too much.
Anyhow a day trip like this one was well needed. I've been cooping myself up too much and I needed to "air out". Glad to be at the mall when there aren't herds of people stampeding around for last minute gift shopping, not that I fancy malls so much in the first place.
Up nice and early.
Stomach growling.
Still an hour before I need to start the day.
Managed to finish a book yesterday evening and it feels like a big accomplishment. Only took several weeks to finish and yet I want to pick up another book just to see if my penchant for reading grows anew.
The sketchpad and pencils sit alongside the bed on a new shelf, waiting to be handled.
Stomach growling.
Still an hour before I need to start the day.
Managed to finish a book yesterday evening and it feels like a big accomplishment. Only took several weeks to finish and yet I want to pick up another book just to see if my penchant for reading grows anew.
The sketchpad and pencils sit alongside the bed on a new shelf, waiting to be handled.
New sketchpad.
New set of drawing implements.
New lease on life?
Not quite, but I'm looking for that long awaited release and maybe I can find it in sketching.
New set of drawing implements.
New lease on life?
Not quite, but I'm looking for that long awaited release and maybe I can find it in sketching.
For as well as things seem to be going at work, they're really not that good.
Listening to the grapevine tells you that people are ready to leave at a moment's notice and I, for one, am one of those, but not without a safety net. And with that, I polish up my résumé and cover letter and get ready to take on new challenges, those which I so handily avoided when I was finishing up college years ago. Feeling myself unready for the corporate environment, I often found myself talking myself out of jobs during the interview and settling for a job that was beneath my learned skills.
Immaturity and fear guided my motives then and now those traits have made way for the aged, more experienced person. An environ which I was so eager to avoid is now one for which I feel myself ready (perhaps 10-12 years after the fact.) So the prospect of a new job has my mind reeling even if I haven't even gotten a bite from said company... and the dreamer continues to dream and consider the possibilities.
Listening to the grapevine tells you that people are ready to leave at a moment's notice and I, for one, am one of those, but not without a safety net. And with that, I polish up my résumé and cover letter and get ready to take on new challenges, those which I so handily avoided when I was finishing up college years ago. Feeling myself unready for the corporate environment, I often found myself talking myself out of jobs during the interview and settling for a job that was beneath my learned skills.
Immaturity and fear guided my motives then and now those traits have made way for the aged, more experienced person. An environ which I was so eager to avoid is now one for which I feel myself ready (perhaps 10-12 years after the fact.) So the prospect of a new job has my mind reeling even if I haven't even gotten a bite from said company... and the dreamer continues to dream and consider the possibilities.
