FAMILY TIES
It's amazing. My Uncle Francis has visited all of us down here in San Diego with my Auntie Lorna exactly 1 time since he came to the U.S. 3 or 4 years ago.
Now, there's a baby, and BOOM! The two of them are down for a very welcomed visit.
It was very nice to have my Aunt and Uncle down for the holiday feast. They are such beautiful people. It's a shame we don't get to see each other more often.
Francis was so cute. He was genuinely timid about holding little Mikey in his hands. He feared his "rough, cement like hands" would be too hard for the baby to take.
Well, that's just silly, but we padded up his hands with a soft blanket and he was good to go. He held Mikey for at least an hour. It was quite a site.
It's amazing to see bloodlines and life carry on through the children of a family. It's even more amazing to see how a child can bring a family together. It was absolutely grand to have Francis and Lorna join all of us for Thanksgiving. For my Dad, Mick, it was the first time he'd seen Francis since 1984. That's 19 years ago... almost 20! And Francis, as it turns out, served as Best Man at my parents' wedding.
So on this Thanksgiving day I give thanks for my Family, both near and far. No matter where you are, you are all a part of me.
Dave
11/21/2003
DIFFERENCES... THE SPICE OF LIFE
So my nephew is a week old today. He's cute as a button and strong as an ox. And I can't get enough of him.
Much to the chagrin of my sister and her fiance from the sounds of it.
You see... when I'm around Mikey, I just can't stop looking at him. It's as if I must focus all my attention on him to fully maximize the limited time I have with him. I want to sear the image of this perfect little miracle onto my brain, so that I can easily access the image at a later time. He makes me happy. Just seeing him with his parents brings a slight tear to my eye. He's the physical manifestation of their amazing love for each other. And that has me in awe.
Laura and Adam have been together for a very long time. They are high school sweethearts, they are engaged to be married and are, by their own accounts, each other's soulmate. Having spent the better part of the last decade single, I think I may have a better appreciation for just how special and rare a thing they have. For them, it's just about all they've known, and probably all they will ever know. They will probably never feel the kind of loneliness and disconnection that I've come to know and embrace as my everyday life.
And I would never wish that on them. But rather, I wish they would come to understand that when I'm lost in thought while staring at Mikey, I'm lost in joy. Joy to see what the love of two wonderful human beings creates. Lost in the wonder of their love and their devotion to one another. Lost in the beauty of the miracle of life.
And Mikey won't be this small forever. And I only get to see him a few hours, or a few minutes on any given day. For me those minutes, those moments can fill me with good thoughts and happiness for days to come. So I sit... and I stare at my nephew... and I recharge my batteries with the energy and the life of his miraculous birth. It's like a life affirming recharge to be near him.
I'm sorry that it, apparently, makes my sister kind of creeped out. That she thinks my staring at my nephew is weird. I guess Adam probably feels the same. I will stop doing it. I don't want to make them feel strange.
But it will be against my nature, and it will be against my own needs to bask in their glow. But I guess that's just it isn't it? Mikey is their glow. Not mine. And I guess in my own way, I've intruded into their dynamic a bit.
For that I'm sorry.
But there is one thing in all this that I know to be absolutely true. And that is my undying love for my family. From my Mom and Dad to my sisters, to Adam and to Mikey... nothing in my life is more real, more intense than the love I have for them. And sometimes I just get a little caught up in the passion of it all.
Dave
So my nephew is a week old today. He's cute as a button and strong as an ox. And I can't get enough of him.
Much to the chagrin of my sister and her fiance from the sounds of it.
You see... when I'm around Mikey, I just can't stop looking at him. It's as if I must focus all my attention on him to fully maximize the limited time I have with him. I want to sear the image of this perfect little miracle onto my brain, so that I can easily access the image at a later time. He makes me happy. Just seeing him with his parents brings a slight tear to my eye. He's the physical manifestation of their amazing love for each other. And that has me in awe.
Laura and Adam have been together for a very long time. They are high school sweethearts, they are engaged to be married and are, by their own accounts, each other's soulmate. Having spent the better part of the last decade single, I think I may have a better appreciation for just how special and rare a thing they have. For them, it's just about all they've known, and probably all they will ever know. They will probably never feel the kind of loneliness and disconnection that I've come to know and embrace as my everyday life.
And I would never wish that on them. But rather, I wish they would come to understand that when I'm lost in thought while staring at Mikey, I'm lost in joy. Joy to see what the love of two wonderful human beings creates. Lost in the wonder of their love and their devotion to one another. Lost in the beauty of the miracle of life.
And Mikey won't be this small forever. And I only get to see him a few hours, or a few minutes on any given day. For me those minutes, those moments can fill me with good thoughts and happiness for days to come. So I sit... and I stare at my nephew... and I recharge my batteries with the energy and the life of his miraculous birth. It's like a life affirming recharge to be near him.
I'm sorry that it, apparently, makes my sister kind of creeped out. That she thinks my staring at my nephew is weird. I guess Adam probably feels the same. I will stop doing it. I don't want to make them feel strange.
But it will be against my nature, and it will be against my own needs to bask in their glow. But I guess that's just it isn't it? Mikey is their glow. Not mine. And I guess in my own way, I've intruded into their dynamic a bit.
For that I'm sorry.
But there is one thing in all this that I know to be absolutely true. And that is my undying love for my family. From my Mom and Dad to my sisters, to Adam and to Mikey... nothing in my life is more real, more intense than the love I have for them. And sometimes I just get a little caught up in the passion of it all.
Dave
11/16/2003
ANNOUNCING MY NEPHEW! MICHAEL LOGAN DAVIS!
Come on down and meet the newest addition to my family!
Michael Logan Davis
Click Here to view pictures from his delivery!
Dave
Come on down and meet the newest addition to my family!
Michael Logan Davis
Click Here to view pictures from his delivery!
Dave
11/11/2003
10/27/2003
AND THE SKIES TURNED RED...
So, San Diego is being burned to the ground. At least, major portions of it. The satellite image shows you the smoke cover over the county as of yesterday morning when the fires were just starting to really get out of hand.
Right now businesses are closed and the usual hum of city noise outside the window is a matter of decibels lower today. It is a weird sensation, everything has a light orange hue in our neighborhood, and everything is coated in ash. Not a fine ash, but a large grey pieces ash similar to dumping an ash tray out on your coffee table.
It's hot, it's dry and ash is everywhere. All the stores are sold out of breathing masks. It's like living in a furnace. And we are located in the outskirts of the smoke zones.
People I know who live directly under the clouds are fighting burning embers falling on their homes, and the sky is dark as night.
I wonder how long. How long will it burn?
"They say time is the fire in which we burn, Captain." -Malcom McDowell in "Star Trek: Generations"
La-uhz!
Dave
So, San Diego is being burned to the ground. At least, major portions of it. The satellite image shows you the smoke cover over the county as of yesterday morning when the fires were just starting to really get out of hand.
Right now businesses are closed and the usual hum of city noise outside the window is a matter of decibels lower today. It is a weird sensation, everything has a light orange hue in our neighborhood, and everything is coated in ash. Not a fine ash, but a large grey pieces ash similar to dumping an ash tray out on your coffee table.
It's hot, it's dry and ash is everywhere. All the stores are sold out of breathing masks. It's like living in a furnace. And we are located in the outskirts of the smoke zones.
People I know who live directly under the clouds are fighting burning embers falling on their homes, and the sky is dark as night.
I wonder how long. How long will it burn?
"They say time is the fire in which we burn, Captain." -Malcom McDowell in "Star Trek: Generations"
La-uhz!
Dave
10/22/2003
10/08/2003
THE GOVERNATOR...JUDGEMENT DAY
It's come and gone and the verdict is in! By a good majority, Californians came out and spoke their piece about the state of affairs in Sacramento.
Career politician and overall boring, un-charismatic, lying, money grubbing Gray "Gumby" Davis is out... and Body Builder-come-actor-come-politician, Arnold Schwarzenegger is in!
That's right, nothing could be more perfect for California than to have "The Terminator" in office, kicking political ass and taking names.
Now, I know the state of affairs in Sacramento is so bad that Arnie will be hard pressed to find a way to turn the state around. It's going to take a "Herculean" effort to get this train back on its tracks. (Hmmm maybe we should have elected Kevin "Hercules" Sorbo?) Still, if Arnie can get us back up and running... well... maybe we would have to rethink the "has to be an American born citizen" thing for presidential candidates.
It's come and gone and the verdict is in! By a good majority, Californians came out and spoke their piece about the state of affairs in Sacramento.
Career politician and overall boring, un-charismatic, lying, money grubbing Gray "Gumby" Davis is out... and Body Builder-come-actor-come-politician, Arnold Schwarzenegger is in!
That's right, nothing could be more perfect for California than to have "The Terminator" in office, kicking political ass and taking names.
Now, I know the state of affairs in Sacramento is so bad that Arnie will be hard pressed to find a way to turn the state around. It's going to take a "Herculean" effort to get this train back on its tracks. (Hmmm maybe we should have elected Kevin "Hercules" Sorbo?) Still, if Arnie can get us back up and running... well... maybe we would have to rethink the "has to be an American born citizen" thing for presidential candidates.
10/03/2003
9/16/2003
THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD AROUND US
In the past few days I have seen the wonders of Carlsbad Caverns, including the stunning flight of the bats at dusk... the beauty of the mountains in Lincoln County, NM... and the breathtaking splendor of the expansive dunes of White Sands.
The beauty of the world is a wonder to behold. I think this is what's been missing from my life lately. These moments, these fantastic experiences that make me lift up my head and take notice of the fascinating and awe inspiring world around me.
Maybe I am less of a city boy than I thought? Now, like last year, I am seriously thinking about what it would be like to throw everything aside and spend my life turning my film and photo eye to the wonders of the world around me. I wonder...
I'm going to try posting some photos now... let's see how this works.
NEVERMIND
This dial-up modem crap is way too slow.
I'll just have to post later... down the road.
Dave
In the past few days I have seen the wonders of Carlsbad Caverns, including the stunning flight of the bats at dusk... the beauty of the mountains in Lincoln County, NM... and the breathtaking splendor of the expansive dunes of White Sands.
The beauty of the world is a wonder to behold. I think this is what's been missing from my life lately. These moments, these fantastic experiences that make me lift up my head and take notice of the fascinating and awe inspiring world around me.
Maybe I am less of a city boy than I thought? Now, like last year, I am seriously thinking about what it would be like to throw everything aside and spend my life turning my film and photo eye to the wonders of the world around me. I wonder...
I'm going to try posting some photos now... let's see how this works.
NEVERMIND
This dial-up modem crap is way too slow.
I'll just have to post later... down the road.
Dave
9/10/2003
BRIDES AND BRIDEZILLAS
Our first Bridal Expo was this past weekend. It was something I was very unsure about. Not about how we'd look, I knew we'd be right up there with the best of them. Rather, I was worried about us encountering the dreaded Bridezilla!
But, alas, none were to be found. The vast majority of Brides we met were very nice and enjoyable to talk to.
For the most part we had a really good time on the show, the only real downpoint was the truly horrendous amounts of time we spent driving aimlessly throughout Hollywood and Santa Monica trying to find places we wanted to eat at.
But that's a longer story than I have time for today.
Oh well.
Maybe I'll write about it later.
Our first Bridal Expo was this past weekend. It was something I was very unsure about. Not about how we'd look, I knew we'd be right up there with the best of them. Rather, I was worried about us encountering the dreaded Bridezilla!
But, alas, none were to be found. The vast majority of Brides we met were very nice and enjoyable to talk to.
For the most part we had a really good time on the show, the only real downpoint was the truly horrendous amounts of time we spent driving aimlessly throughout Hollywood and Santa Monica trying to find places we wanted to eat at.
But that's a longer story than I have time for today.
Oh well.
Maybe I'll write about it later.
8/25/2003
WUSA Founders Cup III
What a game! The Founders Cup game was tremendous fun. The weather was hot, the game was tight and the girls playing were hot as well!
I love watching soccer games in the stadiums. It's really the best way to watch soccer.
Soccer on T.V. can be alright, but it's very hard to get a good feel of the flow of the game when all you can see is 1/3 of the field. So much about soccer is related to the movement and tempo of the players off the ball.
But anyway... the game was one of the best WUSA games I've seen, very exciting and very close. I would have loved to have seen the Spirit in the game, but no matter. I'll take ANYONE beating Atlanta on any day!
Guess that's all for now... gotta get to work. And... I gotta get prepped for the Women's World Cup! (It's just around the corner now, you know?)
What a game! The Founders Cup game was tremendous fun. The weather was hot, the game was tight and the girls playing were hot as well!
I love watching soccer games in the stadiums. It's really the best way to watch soccer.
Soccer on T.V. can be alright, but it's very hard to get a good feel of the flow of the game when all you can see is 1/3 of the field. So much about soccer is related to the movement and tempo of the players off the ball.
But anyway... the game was one of the best WUSA games I've seen, very exciting and very close. I would have loved to have seen the Spirit in the game, but no matter. I'll take ANYONE beating Atlanta on any day!
Guess that's all for now... gotta get to work. And... I gotta get prepped for the Women's World Cup! (It's just around the corner now, you know?)
8/20/2003
THE GOVERNATOR
Future Governor Schwarzenegger is on the air... er the net... I'm listening to his Press Conference. And I must say... The man has my vote.
Karyn heard me listening to the conference and commented, "This whole things a joke." To which I replied, "Gray Davis is a joke, at least we are finding ways to keep it funny."
Just my 2 cents worth.
Future Governor Schwarzenegger is on the air... er the net... I'm listening to his Press Conference. And I must say... The man has my vote.
Karyn heard me listening to the conference and commented, "This whole things a joke." To which I replied, "Gray Davis is a joke, at least we are finding ways to keep it funny."
Just my 2 cents worth.
8/12/2003
WONDERING
Wow... I must still be reeling a bit from the feeling of growing older... You know, the feeling you get when you pass a life milestone? Like a 10 year H.S. reunion?
I've not been able to shake this feeling... that somehow... I've let something slip by. That I've missed some major moment in my life. That I've set myself on a course that I can't navigate off of.
I'm of course talking about being single. I've been single a very long time. Well... I did have a small thing for a couple of months about two years ago... but it was never "serious" and was more fun than anything substantial. In all reality I've not had a serious relationship since 1993.
It's been 10 years since I've TRULY had a Girlfriend. 10 years since I shared everything about me with a woman. The good, the bad, the embarassing, the uplifting... all of it.
I think it's starting to weigh on me. This feeling. This gnawing emptiness that sometimes I just can't shake.
And seeing Laura... pregnant and engaged... while it makes my heart sing to see her happiness and joy...
well...
It also brings with it a certain degree of sadness and bewilderment. I never intended to be alone for so long. I never thought that I'd be pushing 30 and alone. But alas... I am.
Sure I have friends and family... but I don't have that "SOMEONE"... that friend that you tell everything to... the lover whose arms you fall asleep in... that partner who shares in your every accomplishment and failure... that "SOMEONE".
Have I let her get away? Did she come into my life at some point and move on when I didn't get "the hint"? Is it possible that I've been so caught up in my own self doubts and my own self pity over Tayva from so many many years ago that I just flat out didn't see her when she came my way?
Could I have allowed myself to have missed my chance?
That's my fear. That I've been too stupid to notice that moment, that one crystal clear moment that you always hear about. When everything finally "makes sense" and you "just know".
What if I wasn't paying enough attention?
I guess I'll just have to believe that I haven't missed out. That my future still holds her in it's arms and is waiting until the right moment to let me know.
It's possible she's in my life already, but the timing hasn't been right. It's possible she's yet to pass.
But I'm going to hold on to the notion the "SHE" is out there. And when the timing's right, the universe will reveal her truth to me.
I have to believe this. I have no choice. Otherwise, what's the point in anything?
Know what I mean?
Wow... I must still be reeling a bit from the feeling of growing older... You know, the feeling you get when you pass a life milestone? Like a 10 year H.S. reunion?
I've not been able to shake this feeling... that somehow... I've let something slip by. That I've missed some major moment in my life. That I've set myself on a course that I can't navigate off of.
I'm of course talking about being single. I've been single a very long time. Well... I did have a small thing for a couple of months about two years ago... but it was never "serious" and was more fun than anything substantial. In all reality I've not had a serious relationship since 1993.
It's been 10 years since I've TRULY had a Girlfriend. 10 years since I shared everything about me with a woman. The good, the bad, the embarassing, the uplifting... all of it.
I think it's starting to weigh on me. This feeling. This gnawing emptiness that sometimes I just can't shake.
And seeing Laura... pregnant and engaged... while it makes my heart sing to see her happiness and joy...
well...
It also brings with it a certain degree of sadness and bewilderment. I never intended to be alone for so long. I never thought that I'd be pushing 30 and alone. But alas... I am.
Sure I have friends and family... but I don't have that "SOMEONE"... that friend that you tell everything to... the lover whose arms you fall asleep in... that partner who shares in your every accomplishment and failure... that "SOMEONE".
Have I let her get away? Did she come into my life at some point and move on when I didn't get "the hint"? Is it possible that I've been so caught up in my own self doubts and my own self pity over Tayva from so many many years ago that I just flat out didn't see her when she came my way?
Could I have allowed myself to have missed my chance?
That's my fear. That I've been too stupid to notice that moment, that one crystal clear moment that you always hear about. When everything finally "makes sense" and you "just know".
What if I wasn't paying enough attention?
I guess I'll just have to believe that I haven't missed out. That my future still holds her in it's arms and is waiting until the right moment to let me know.
It's possible she's in my life already, but the timing hasn't been right. It's possible she's yet to pass.
But I'm going to hold on to the notion the "SHE" is out there. And when the timing's right, the universe will reveal her truth to me.
I have to believe this. I have no choice. Otherwise, what's the point in anything?
Know what I mean?
8/08/2003
Fridays
Remember when you were young and Friday's meant the world to you? All you could do all week was wait for Friday to arrive.
Friday, the day the week stopped and fun began! Friday, when the burdens of school departed and the freakish delight of two days of worry free playtime began!
Friday!
Friday...
It's Friday. Another day of the week. My how perceptions change. No longer does Friday hold that magical mystery feel... It's just the last "official" day of the work week.
But that doesn't mean anything really. If there's work to do, Saturday's game for it! Sunday too.
Technically speaking, this Friday was even a bill due date day! Ugh!!!
I don't think I remember the last time an approaching Friday brought me an ounce of excitement and cheer.
Hmmm.
Growing up sucks!
Remember when you were young and Friday's meant the world to you? All you could do all week was wait for Friday to arrive.
Friday, the day the week stopped and fun began! Friday, when the burdens of school departed and the freakish delight of two days of worry free playtime began!
Friday!
Friday...
It's Friday. Another day of the week. My how perceptions change. No longer does Friday hold that magical mystery feel... It's just the last "official" day of the work week.
But that doesn't mean anything really. If there's work to do, Saturday's game for it! Sunday too.
Technically speaking, this Friday was even a bill due date day! Ugh!!!
I don't think I remember the last time an approaching Friday brought me an ounce of excitement and cheer.
Hmmm.
Growing up sucks!
8/06/2003
Wondering
I guess I'm still reeling from having not gone to the reunion a couple of weeks ago.
While it is very true that I was busy that day, I could have made it there. If I hadn't talked myself out of it, and MADE myself too busy to go.
I don't know why I talked myself out of it. Truthfully, I had been looking forward to the event for the better part of a year.
I guess, to some degree... it was the part of me that didn't let the real me out in high school that got the better of me that day. I was so primed to go, and then as the date aproached, that old voice from within... the one I've been learning to neglect... grew louder and louder. And the next thing I knew, I was that geeky kid from high school again. The one who couldn't talk to THOSE girls. The one who couldn't hang with the in-crowd. The one who hated his life and everyone in it, around it, and hid in a shadow of self-doubt and self-pity.
For one unfortunate moment, I became that piece of shit kid again.
I can't believe it.
But, I managed to fight him off long enough to get my butt to the picnic. Which was good. And then I got to talk to Allie Kemp-Sullivan (she said she doesn't mind the hyphenated version too much). And that was good.
And honestly. Talking to Allie... well... that has had a profound impact on me.
Now... it's not like we talked for a long time or anything. It's just that we talked. And I was able to connect to many things she said that day. And it's helped me finally get to a point where I can stare that angry young version of me in the face and say, "Get lost! You were wrong!"
I wasn't the only one hurting in High School, I wasn't the only one who didn't feel cool. We all felt that way, in one way or another, at some point during those years.
What matters is that we grew past it, rose above it and became the people we were always meant to become.
Some of us have gotten further along in that journey faster than others, but that's not the point. The destination is not the point, it's the journey there. The trials met and the goals achieved that makes us interesting, successful and ultimately... adult.
I'm an adult now. I will no longer hold onto my childhood traumas, I will no longer give strength to my childhood fears. I will enjoy life, for what it is. Not for what it should have been, or could have been.
We are who we are... forever changing, growing... becoming.
I don't know about the rest of you guys... but I'm excited about what's around the bend...
Peace Out!
I guess I'm still reeling from having not gone to the reunion a couple of weeks ago.
While it is very true that I was busy that day, I could have made it there. If I hadn't talked myself out of it, and MADE myself too busy to go.
I don't know why I talked myself out of it. Truthfully, I had been looking forward to the event for the better part of a year.
I guess, to some degree... it was the part of me that didn't let the real me out in high school that got the better of me that day. I was so primed to go, and then as the date aproached, that old voice from within... the one I've been learning to neglect... grew louder and louder. And the next thing I knew, I was that geeky kid from high school again. The one who couldn't talk to THOSE girls. The one who couldn't hang with the in-crowd. The one who hated his life and everyone in it, around it, and hid in a shadow of self-doubt and self-pity.
For one unfortunate moment, I became that piece of shit kid again.
I can't believe it.
But, I managed to fight him off long enough to get my butt to the picnic. Which was good. And then I got to talk to Allie Kemp-Sullivan (she said she doesn't mind the hyphenated version too much). And that was good.
And honestly. Talking to Allie... well... that has had a profound impact on me.
Now... it's not like we talked for a long time or anything. It's just that we talked. And I was able to connect to many things she said that day. And it's helped me finally get to a point where I can stare that angry young version of me in the face and say, "Get lost! You were wrong!"
I wasn't the only one hurting in High School, I wasn't the only one who didn't feel cool. We all felt that way, in one way or another, at some point during those years.
What matters is that we grew past it, rose above it and became the people we were always meant to become.
Some of us have gotten further along in that journey faster than others, but that's not the point. The destination is not the point, it's the journey there. The trials met and the goals achieved that makes us interesting, successful and ultimately... adult.
I'm an adult now. I will no longer hold onto my childhood traumas, I will no longer give strength to my childhood fears. I will enjoy life, for what it is. Not for what it should have been, or could have been.
We are who we are... forever changing, growing... becoming.
I don't know about the rest of you guys... but I'm excited about what's around the bend...
Peace Out!
8/05/2003
FEELING REALLY BURNED OUT
I don't know what it is... maybe it's the combination of the sun, a boring Surf Cup (administratively speaking) and an overabundance of work at... well... work, but I'm fealling really burned out.
Now, I know everyone feels that way from time to time... and I know I'll power through it. But I just felt like I needed to just put that one out there.
So how was your weekend? Let me know!
I don't know what it is... maybe it's the combination of the sun, a boring Surf Cup (administratively speaking) and an overabundance of work at... well... work, but I'm fealling really burned out.
Now, I know everyone feels that way from time to time... and I know I'll power through it. But I just felt like I needed to just put that one out there.
So how was your weekend? Let me know!
8/01/2003
Not much to say
Not much to say today. It's Friday. I can't wait to get into the weekend and get the second half of Surf Cup out of the way.
Erik and I came up with a great idea today for our company to persue. That's stock footage DVD's. We can shoot all kinds of great nature, business and other miscellaneous stock footage and sell them as themed DVD's.
It could be a great piece of business.
Oh... and keep your fingers crossed for us... we have a number of great leads on some high profile video productions.
Later... I'm outta here!
Not much to say today. It's Friday. I can't wait to get into the weekend and get the second half of Surf Cup out of the way.
Erik and I came up with a great idea today for our company to persue. That's stock footage DVD's. We can shoot all kinds of great nature, business and other miscellaneous stock footage and sell them as themed DVD's.
It could be a great piece of business.
Oh... and keep your fingers crossed for us... we have a number of great leads on some high profile video productions.
Later... I'm outta here!
7/30/2003
AND BEHOLD, THAT WHICH WE THOUGHT WE KNEW IS BUT A MIRAGE
So, intrepid blog readers... my last entry was about my reunion experience. This entry follows the same general path as the last one.
You see dear readers, I was able to spend some time with another fellow classmate of mine. Some of you may remember her as Allie Kemp, some of you now know her as Allie Sullivan (Star Forward of the San Diego Spirit WUSA professional Soccer Team).
Let me just get it out there... Allie was one of THOSE girls in high school for me. One of THOSE girls that sat high upon a pedestal. Her beauty was intimidating, her kindness and gentle nature very appealing... and well... she was just one of those girls that I wasn't ever able to carry more than a sentence long conversation with before needing to run away and hide whilst screaming, "I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!"
So needless to say, she was someone I really admired and wished I gotten to know better. Not necessarily in a dating sort of way, but just in a more personal manner than the casual, "Hi how are you?" in the hallways of the school.
So due to some incredible circumstances, I was able to spend most of an afternoon "catching" up with Allie at the Surf Cup, where she was signing autographs for some very happy little girls.
You want to know what is really interesting about our conversation? Allie shares many of my memories of high school. She felt seperated from everyone, she felt like others didn't like her very much... and she wasn't invited to the parties either.
Just like yours truly.
All this time, I thought she was so great, so wonderful and so popular... but she ultimately felt the same shit I did while in school. Isn't that interesting?
Anyway, she's all grown up and a superstar athlete. She's also married to Jeff, a really nice guy who seems to just adore everything about her. Isn't that how it should be?
I hope that in the next few years I get to know Allie even more. She's quite a nice person and I'm really feeling like its a shame I waited so long to sit and talk to her.
I wonder how many other people I've missed out on over the years because of my insecurities and self doubts?
Hmm....
BLOGGER
So, intrepid blog readers... my last entry was about my reunion experience. This entry follows the same general path as the last one.
You see dear readers, I was able to spend some time with another fellow classmate of mine. Some of you may remember her as Allie Kemp, some of you now know her as Allie Sullivan (Star Forward of the San Diego Spirit WUSA professional Soccer Team).
Let me just get it out there... Allie was one of THOSE girls in high school for me. One of THOSE girls that sat high upon a pedestal. Her beauty was intimidating, her kindness and gentle nature very appealing... and well... she was just one of those girls that I wasn't ever able to carry more than a sentence long conversation with before needing to run away and hide whilst screaming, "I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!"
So needless to say, she was someone I really admired and wished I gotten to know better. Not necessarily in a dating sort of way, but just in a more personal manner than the casual, "Hi how are you?" in the hallways of the school.
So due to some incredible circumstances, I was able to spend most of an afternoon "catching" up with Allie at the Surf Cup, where she was signing autographs for some very happy little girls.
You want to know what is really interesting about our conversation? Allie shares many of my memories of high school. She felt seperated from everyone, she felt like others didn't like her very much... and she wasn't invited to the parties either.
Just like yours truly.
All this time, I thought she was so great, so wonderful and so popular... but she ultimately felt the same shit I did while in school. Isn't that interesting?
Anyway, she's all grown up and a superstar athlete. She's also married to Jeff, a really nice guy who seems to just adore everything about her. Isn't that how it should be?
I hope that in the next few years I get to know Allie even more. She's quite a nice person and I'm really feeling like its a shame I waited so long to sit and talk to her.
I wonder how many other people I've missed out on over the years because of my insecurities and self doubts?
Hmm....
BLOGGER
7/21/2003
TEN YEAR'S MAN! TEN YYYEEEEEEAAARS! TEN YEARS!
So I missed the actual reunion on Saturday night. I was so sure that it'd be a horrible time anyway that I didn't think it'd be any big deal.
But I went to the reunion picnic on Sunday and found out from everyone there that the reunion was a real kick and that I'd missed out on a pretty good time.
Oh well... I'll be sure to make it to the 20. FOR SURE!
However, the picnic was great. I got to see a number of faces I haven't seen in a really long time and I just loved it! Joni, Ainsley, Krissi, Amy, Michelle, Neil, Heidi, Nick, Eric... wow... it was really really wonderful to see all of you again! And so many of us have gotten married and have kids!
Kids! I can't believe how many kids were running around! Made me feel like John Cusack in Gross Pointe Blank when he's staring at the little kid and realizing, he's wasted 10 years of his life on the wrong stuff...
I really do want to have a family someday... I just don't want it with the wrong person... and, honestly... I don't think Mrs. Right has happened along yet. I just hope I not too busy to notice when I meet her!
And Eric and Nick... man... I was hoping I'd get to see those guys... It was so cool to see them! And I can't believe they still live in the same places they always lived in! All this time I could have just dropped in and said Hi!
Well... I hope we can all get together sometime now and see if we can re-establish ourselves. That would be grand.
Maybe they can just read my blog to do some catch up on me...
We'll see.
I went to my high school reunion's picnic... it was as though I was the only one who'd swelled...
No... really... It looked like everyone went from being great looking in high school to great looking in adulthood. Krissi, Joni, Ainsley, Michelle and Amy all looked fantastic! And Neil!!! Wow!!! He doesn't look a day older than he did at Graduation... That's soooo cooool. Now if only I knew everyone's secret!!!!
:-)
So I missed the actual reunion on Saturday night. I was so sure that it'd be a horrible time anyway that I didn't think it'd be any big deal.
But I went to the reunion picnic on Sunday and found out from everyone there that the reunion was a real kick and that I'd missed out on a pretty good time.
Oh well... I'll be sure to make it to the 20. FOR SURE!
However, the picnic was great. I got to see a number of faces I haven't seen in a really long time and I just loved it! Joni, Ainsley, Krissi, Amy, Michelle, Neil, Heidi, Nick, Eric... wow... it was really really wonderful to see all of you again! And so many of us have gotten married and have kids!
Kids! I can't believe how many kids were running around! Made me feel like John Cusack in Gross Pointe Blank when he's staring at the little kid and realizing, he's wasted 10 years of his life on the wrong stuff...
I really do want to have a family someday... I just don't want it with the wrong person... and, honestly... I don't think Mrs. Right has happened along yet. I just hope I not too busy to notice when I meet her!
And Eric and Nick... man... I was hoping I'd get to see those guys... It was so cool to see them! And I can't believe they still live in the same places they always lived in! All this time I could have just dropped in and said Hi!
Well... I hope we can all get together sometime now and see if we can re-establish ourselves. That would be grand.
Maybe they can just read my blog to do some catch up on me...
We'll see.
I went to my high school reunion's picnic... it was as though I was the only one who'd swelled...
No... really... It looked like everyone went from being great looking in high school to great looking in adulthood. Krissi, Joni, Ainsley, Michelle and Amy all looked fantastic! And Neil!!! Wow!!! He doesn't look a day older than he did at Graduation... That's soooo cooool. Now if only I knew everyone's secret!!!!
:-)
7/09/2003
SUMMERTIME BLUES
I don't know what it is... I've waited all year for summer to come. And well.... now that it's here, I want it to go away.
Everyday's so damn hot, I can't even get to sleep at night cause the house is too warm.
My truck's AC doesn't work, so driving to and from work is like voluntarily setting myself to "Bake" in an oven.
I don't know. I hate the heat, and I hate the cold winters... There's got to be someplace that stays consistently "cool" all year... isn't there?
Well? Isn't there?
I don't know what it is... I've waited all year for summer to come. And well.... now that it's here, I want it to go away.
Everyday's so damn hot, I can't even get to sleep at night cause the house is too warm.
My truck's AC doesn't work, so driving to and from work is like voluntarily setting myself to "Bake" in an oven.
I don't know. I hate the heat, and I hate the cold winters... There's got to be someplace that stays consistently "cool" all year... isn't there?
Well? Isn't there?
7/04/2003
IT'S A BOY! IT'S A BOY!
Laura and Adam have confirmation now... They are having a boy! They are sooo happy! And I am very happy for them.
Little Michael Logan Davis is on his way, and will be greeting us all come November!
Oh... and did I mention... I finally got to feel the baby kick! It was sooo cool.
I'm very excited. Very.
Laura and Adam have confirmation now... They are having a boy! They are sooo happy! And I am very happy for them.
Little Michael Logan Davis is on his way, and will be greeting us all come November!
Oh... and did I mention... I finally got to feel the baby kick! It was sooo cool.
I'm very excited. Very.
6/29/2003
Can Friends Become Lovers?
A recent discussion with a dear friend of mine and then with another friend of mine has raised the age old question for me... Can a man and woman, who've been friends for years, become lovers and still remain friends (even if the romantic relationship fails)?
Of course the common reaction to the question seems to be a resounding NO. But I don't think that I agree.
We often hear people say that the best kind of long term relationship starts out with the two people being friends, because when the heat and passion of an early romance fizzles out what you are left with is the friendship of the two people to sustain the long haul of the relationship.
I tend to fall into the category that believes in the friends first logic. But the friends first logic can't seem to truly apply since every person I've ever met who has fallen in love with a long term friend has found themselves too terrified to take the next step for fear of losing the friendship.
Now, is the reality of this dilemma created because the parties involved don't have that much faith in their friendship? Are so many of us fooled into believing we are really close to someone, but inside we know that our friendship is not that strong?
Isn't the possibility of a lifetime with someone so close to you worth the risk of losing it forever? Aren't you denying your true self if you can't even go after what your heart longs for?
Am I just rambling now? I don't know.
Maybe I should try to sleep...
A recent discussion with a dear friend of mine and then with another friend of mine has raised the age old question for me... Can a man and woman, who've been friends for years, become lovers and still remain friends (even if the romantic relationship fails)?
Of course the common reaction to the question seems to be a resounding NO. But I don't think that I agree.
We often hear people say that the best kind of long term relationship starts out with the two people being friends, because when the heat and passion of an early romance fizzles out what you are left with is the friendship of the two people to sustain the long haul of the relationship.
I tend to fall into the category that believes in the friends first logic. But the friends first logic can't seem to truly apply since every person I've ever met who has fallen in love with a long term friend has found themselves too terrified to take the next step for fear of losing the friendship.
Now, is the reality of this dilemma created because the parties involved don't have that much faith in their friendship? Are so many of us fooled into believing we are really close to someone, but inside we know that our friendship is not that strong?
Isn't the possibility of a lifetime with someone so close to you worth the risk of losing it forever? Aren't you denying your true self if you can't even go after what your heart longs for?
Am I just rambling now? I don't know.
Maybe I should try to sleep...
6/26/2003
ALWAYS A BRIDE'S MAID...
So the EMMY's came and went. And once again I was left out in the dark as the light of recognition shone upon someone else.
But, you know what? I don't care. I didn't even expect to get nominated this year, and I didn't do the project for anyone but myself and my friends and family. And last I checked, they still like it, and so do I. I guess the Academy liked it too. Otherwise it wouldn't have even been nominated, now would it?
Things have been real busy at Digital-Workshop. I'm pulling some insanely long hours.
But, it's all worth it. I don't mind working my ass off when my boss is so cool. (I'm my own boss, get it?)
Anyway, that's all for today. Maybe I'll post some more tomorrow.
-Burma
So the EMMY's came and went. And once again I was left out in the dark as the light of recognition shone upon someone else.
But, you know what? I don't care. I didn't even expect to get nominated this year, and I didn't do the project for anyone but myself and my friends and family. And last I checked, they still like it, and so do I. I guess the Academy liked it too. Otherwise it wouldn't have even been nominated, now would it?
Things have been real busy at Digital-Workshop. I'm pulling some insanely long hours.
But, it's all worth it. I don't mind working my ass off when my boss is so cool. (I'm my own boss, get it?)
Anyway, that's all for today. Maybe I'll post some more tomorrow.
-Burma
6/18/2003
I DON'T GET IT
Why is it some people feel the need to just blow in and out of your perfectly happy day with their troubles blaring out of them like trumpets leading a charge?
And why is it these same people don't stick around long enough to talk out their problems with you, to actually try and come to some happy conclusion? They blow in, vent on you (usually making you feel like your responsible for whatever problem it is they have) and then they blow on out. Having thoroughly destroyed your good mood in the process, they leave you reeling in a sea of confusion, worry and bitterness...
It makes no sense to me. If you are so unhappy, why bring others down with you? Why pop into someone's day just long enough to F*ck them up and then leave? Do these people try to mess up the highest possible number of people in a day by doing "drive-by bad moods"?
I don't know. It's sad. I used to do it too. I'd walk into a room with someone, usually someone who was having a decent enough day, and I'd just trample all over their good mood for about five minutes and then I'd run off. Usually claiming it's better I spend this time by myself.
Of course, I never apologized to that person for, quite effectively, ruining their good mood. Honestly, I guess in those days it never occured to me.
And now, today, I can't relate at all to that kind of person anymore. I mean, if you're going to stomp on someone's bliss parade, you might want to stick around and see if they can help. Don't just trounce on their good vibes.
Good vibes are just as infectious as bad ones. Maybe by giving them a little time to recover, they can infect you with some of their positivity?
Just a thought...
Why is it some people feel the need to just blow in and out of your perfectly happy day with their troubles blaring out of them like trumpets leading a charge?
And why is it these same people don't stick around long enough to talk out their problems with you, to actually try and come to some happy conclusion? They blow in, vent on you (usually making you feel like your responsible for whatever problem it is they have) and then they blow on out. Having thoroughly destroyed your good mood in the process, they leave you reeling in a sea of confusion, worry and bitterness...
It makes no sense to me. If you are so unhappy, why bring others down with you? Why pop into someone's day just long enough to F*ck them up and then leave? Do these people try to mess up the highest possible number of people in a day by doing "drive-by bad moods"?
I don't know. It's sad. I used to do it too. I'd walk into a room with someone, usually someone who was having a decent enough day, and I'd just trample all over their good mood for about five minutes and then I'd run off. Usually claiming it's better I spend this time by myself.
Of course, I never apologized to that person for, quite effectively, ruining their good mood. Honestly, I guess in those days it never occured to me.
And now, today, I can't relate at all to that kind of person anymore. I mean, if you're going to stomp on someone's bliss parade, you might want to stick around and see if they can help. Don't just trounce on their good vibes.
Good vibes are just as infectious as bad ones. Maybe by giving them a little time to recover, they can infect you with some of their positivity?
Just a thought...
6/14/2003
DOWN WITH LOVE
I'm listening to the "Down With Love" soundtrack. What a delightful movie it was. I've seen it twice. I think I'm falling into the Ewan McGregor fandom realm. (In a totally, "I admire his acting choices as being brave and bold," kind of way.)
The EMMY's are a week from tonight. Should be a gas. I'm going with my wonderful friend Sheryl. I'm sure she will look absolutely stunning that night. She's the type of girl who makes wearing a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt look positively sophisticated. I only hope the large guy accompanying her looks more like her date than like her bodyguard.
I rented my tux yesterday. Teesa helped me pick it out. And by help, I mean decided for me. It is a straight black tux. The coat is a 3/4 length coat, so it's long. I've really wanted to wear a long coat tux for a while. The shirt, and vest are both black and it's topped off with a red satin neck-tie. I go in Thursday to pick it up. Hopefully it'll look as good on me as we hope.
I guess it needs repeating, but this is the third dance with the EMMY I've had. And I don't think she's going home with me once again. But, unlike last year, I don't mind that so much this year. I know what my movie was, is, and what it means to me, and winning an award just isn't so important to me this time. I didn't make this one for the EMMY people like we did last year. This movie was more about me and my friends and family, doing something we enjoyed, together. It was an attempt to stretch ourselves on a technical standpoint. Story took a backseat. And on purpose. It wasn't about the story so much as it was about trying new things.
And I think we did a bang-up job on it. We had a great time shooting it, we pulled off some special effects we never thought we'd manage to do and we created some fond memories of time we all spent together. What more is there to any of this than that?
Anyway. Next week. I'll let you all know how it went, next week.
Ciao...
OH! Don't forget to check out Kurt's Blog!
I'm listening to the "Down With Love" soundtrack. What a delightful movie it was. I've seen it twice. I think I'm falling into the Ewan McGregor fandom realm. (In a totally, "I admire his acting choices as being brave and bold," kind of way.)
The EMMY's are a week from tonight. Should be a gas. I'm going with my wonderful friend Sheryl. I'm sure she will look absolutely stunning that night. She's the type of girl who makes wearing a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt look positively sophisticated. I only hope the large guy accompanying her looks more like her date than like her bodyguard.
I rented my tux yesterday. Teesa helped me pick it out. And by help, I mean decided for me. It is a straight black tux. The coat is a 3/4 length coat, so it's long. I've really wanted to wear a long coat tux for a while. The shirt, and vest are both black and it's topped off with a red satin neck-tie. I go in Thursday to pick it up. Hopefully it'll look as good on me as we hope.
I guess it needs repeating, but this is the third dance with the EMMY I've had. And I don't think she's going home with me once again. But, unlike last year, I don't mind that so much this year. I know what my movie was, is, and what it means to me, and winning an award just isn't so important to me this time. I didn't make this one for the EMMY people like we did last year. This movie was more about me and my friends and family, doing something we enjoyed, together. It was an attempt to stretch ourselves on a technical standpoint. Story took a backseat. And on purpose. It wasn't about the story so much as it was about trying new things.
And I think we did a bang-up job on it. We had a great time shooting it, we pulled off some special effects we never thought we'd manage to do and we created some fond memories of time we all spent together. What more is there to any of this than that?
Anyway. Next week. I'll let you all know how it went, next week.
Ciao...
OH! Don't forget to check out Kurt's Blog!
5/16/2003
HERE WE GO AGAIN...
So much to my surprise, but also to my delight, all the effort put forth into last year's "Spoof Wars" has paid off with a three-peat nomination from the National Academy of Television Arts and Sciences for the EMMY.
Three years ago, when I entered into the Palomar College Radio and Television program I told myself that the goal would be to earn a nomination by the time I left there. Turns out I managed to pull out a nomination for each year I was there. That's not too bad.
Of course, none of this would have been possible without a couple of very important people to me. The first of which is Kurt. Kurt, more than anyone, rode the rollercoaster ride with me over the past three years, and in many ways I'd have not gotten through more than a few rough spots along the way had he not been there. Thanks Kurt!
My parents... what can I say? They've believed in me even through the times when I didn't believe in anything... or anyone. They've been a rock for me to rest on in the toughest of emotional times and the same rock for me to stand upon in triumph when things go well. Without them I'd have faltered far more often than I have.
Teesa. What's there to say? She's my strongest vocal supporter. She's always there to lend a shoulder when I need to cry. And for a big guy, crying is a pretty heavy thing to handle. But, nonetheless, she's there for me. Strong and loving. She's also the key ingredient in a Star Wars fan film that's garnered an EMMY recognition. Way to go sis!
Everyone who's performed or participated in one of my film projects. Without you all I would not have had the ability to carry out these projects. While many of the projects that we've shot have fallen short of perfection, it was never because of any shortcomings in the people I've worked with. (Well, maybe once... but we'll not go into that particular Episode now will we? *wink* *wink*)
So anyways, no matter how the final outcome of this year's EMMY's goes, I thank all of you for your support and participation! I look forward to many more years of entertaining all of you.
Dave
So much to my surprise, but also to my delight, all the effort put forth into last year's "Spoof Wars" has paid off with a three-peat nomination from the National Academy of Television Arts and Sciences for the EMMY.
Three years ago, when I entered into the Palomar College Radio and Television program I told myself that the goal would be to earn a nomination by the time I left there. Turns out I managed to pull out a nomination for each year I was there. That's not too bad.
Of course, none of this would have been possible without a couple of very important people to me. The first of which is Kurt. Kurt, more than anyone, rode the rollercoaster ride with me over the past three years, and in many ways I'd have not gotten through more than a few rough spots along the way had he not been there. Thanks Kurt!
My parents... what can I say? They've believed in me even through the times when I didn't believe in anything... or anyone. They've been a rock for me to rest on in the toughest of emotional times and the same rock for me to stand upon in triumph when things go well. Without them I'd have faltered far more often than I have.
Teesa. What's there to say? She's my strongest vocal supporter. She's always there to lend a shoulder when I need to cry. And for a big guy, crying is a pretty heavy thing to handle. But, nonetheless, she's there for me. Strong and loving. She's also the key ingredient in a Star Wars fan film that's garnered an EMMY recognition. Way to go sis!
Everyone who's performed or participated in one of my film projects. Without you all I would not have had the ability to carry out these projects. While many of the projects that we've shot have fallen short of perfection, it was never because of any shortcomings in the people I've worked with. (Well, maybe once... but we'll not go into that particular Episode now will we? *wink* *wink*)
So anyways, no matter how the final outcome of this year's EMMY's goes, I thank all of you for your support and participation! I look forward to many more years of entertaining all of you.
Dave
5/12/2003
Psyched, Bro...
I'm psyched. I'm so looking forward to the new Pixar film coming out on May 30. "Finding Nemo" looks awesome! I am consistently in awe of the creative team at Pixar. They are so amazingly consistent in the quality and sheer entertainment of their movies.
And Nemo looks like it is a living, breathing Wyland painting. You know, the guy who does those amazing above and below water paintings? Absolutely stunning.
Anyway, I'm psyched, and I thought I'd share.
Later!
I'm psyched. I'm so looking forward to the new Pixar film coming out on May 30. "Finding Nemo" looks awesome! I am consistently in awe of the creative team at Pixar. They are so amazingly consistent in the quality and sheer entertainment of their movies.
And Nemo looks like it is a living, breathing Wyland painting. You know, the guy who does those amazing above and below water paintings? Absolutely stunning.
Anyway, I'm psyched, and I thought I'd share.
Later!
5/10/2003
Tough To Stay On Top Of Things
Well, it's been three weeks since I last posted. Thankfully, I am no longer sick.
I've been hard at work on Digital-Workshop with my business partner, Erik. We are now beginning to feel like the office is truly ready for business and we have begun the first steps in our marketing plans. Hopefully, with just a little more effort, and a lot of luck, we will be rolling in customers soon.
One of the unfortunate obstacles we ran into so far was a miscalculation as to where we should devote our start up efforts. We thought that getting the duplication side of D-W up and running would be the appropriate starting point for the company to begin making money. Unfortunately we are starting to see that the production side is truly where we can make our money the fastest and the easiest. So we are working hard to get that side of the company up and running now as well. All is going well, and like I said before, with just a little more effort and a bit of luck we should be rolling in projects and clients real soon.
For those of you who haven't checked out Digital-Workshop's website make sure you do. We can be found at www.digital-workshop.com
And we are also starting up a "Wedding Video" division of the company now as well. So if you know anyone getting married, give them my apologies, and then tell them to call us for a quote on one of our "Wedding Video Packages". We have the best services in the industry! Believe me! (Oh, and I was kidding about the apologies thing... no... seriously... I was...)
Tomorrow is Mother's Day, so Laura and Teesa and I are taking our Mom to Disneyland. Should be an intersting time.
Until the next Blog entry...
Ciao!
Well, it's been three weeks since I last posted. Thankfully, I am no longer sick.
I've been hard at work on Digital-Workshop with my business partner, Erik. We are now beginning to feel like the office is truly ready for business and we have begun the first steps in our marketing plans. Hopefully, with just a little more effort, and a lot of luck, we will be rolling in customers soon.
One of the unfortunate obstacles we ran into so far was a miscalculation as to where we should devote our start up efforts. We thought that getting the duplication side of D-W up and running would be the appropriate starting point for the company to begin making money. Unfortunately we are starting to see that the production side is truly where we can make our money the fastest and the easiest. So we are working hard to get that side of the company up and running now as well. All is going well, and like I said before, with just a little more effort and a bit of luck we should be rolling in projects and clients real soon.
For those of you who haven't checked out Digital-Workshop's website make sure you do. We can be found at www.digital-workshop.com
And we are also starting up a "Wedding Video" division of the company now as well. So if you know anyone getting married, give them my apologies, and then tell them to call us for a quote on one of our "Wedding Video Packages". We have the best services in the industry! Believe me! (Oh, and I was kidding about the apologies thing... no... seriously... I was...)
Tomorrow is Mother's Day, so Laura and Teesa and I are taking our Mom to Disneyland. Should be an intersting time.
Until the next Blog entry...
Ciao!
4/16/2003
Thoughts for the day.
It's been a few days since I've posted a Blog. I don't know why. I just haven't had much to say recently.
I've been sick. Actually for about a week and a half I was very, very sick. I couldn't take it. I felt like the world had opened up a chasm straight to hell and that I'd found myself in the unfortunate state of having fallen into it.
I was miserable.
But my sister Teesa, took care of me. That was really nice, and totally unexpected. She came up to my place and gave me medicine, and fed me some food. (Well, she gave me some food, I still fed myself.) But she was just very sweet and very caring. It was so nice to know that she was there for me.
Sometimes, the simplest actions can make us feel like the most special person alive.
I've started golfing again. Now that the weather has improved a bit and the days are getting longer again.
We took Adam with us to the course. The first time out we gave him lots of pointers and tried to help him improve. And then on the second outing with the boy, he went and accomplished what it took me 10 years to do. He beat Dad.
Now, his win could be disputed by many who play golf, since he took a few liberties with his play on the greens. There were at least two holes I saw where he got the ball close, and then did the whole, "I'd make that next one, so I'll just pick it up," thing. But we let him get away with it.
So with that understanding, he did beat my Dad.
And I must admit, it made me angry. Not yell at the moon angry, but upset. How could he go and do that so fast? It took me forever to get good enough to beat my Dad. And here he's done it in just a few goes. Sure he's played before with his friends and his own father. But he went from a 100 on one weekend and shot an 81 the next. That's quite a bit of improvement.
Oh well. I guess I'll just have to beat him myself next time.
Hey, y'all! Don't forget to post on the message boards!
Ciao.
It's been a few days since I've posted a Blog. I don't know why. I just haven't had much to say recently.
I've been sick. Actually for about a week and a half I was very, very sick. I couldn't take it. I felt like the world had opened up a chasm straight to hell and that I'd found myself in the unfortunate state of having fallen into it.
I was miserable.
But my sister Teesa, took care of me. That was really nice, and totally unexpected. She came up to my place and gave me medicine, and fed me some food. (Well, she gave me some food, I still fed myself.) But she was just very sweet and very caring. It was so nice to know that she was there for me.
Sometimes, the simplest actions can make us feel like the most special person alive.
I've started golfing again. Now that the weather has improved a bit and the days are getting longer again.
We took Adam with us to the course. The first time out we gave him lots of pointers and tried to help him improve. And then on the second outing with the boy, he went and accomplished what it took me 10 years to do. He beat Dad.
Now, his win could be disputed by many who play golf, since he took a few liberties with his play on the greens. There were at least two holes I saw where he got the ball close, and then did the whole, "I'd make that next one, so I'll just pick it up," thing. But we let him get away with it.
So with that understanding, he did beat my Dad.
And I must admit, it made me angry. Not yell at the moon angry, but upset. How could he go and do that so fast? It took me forever to get good enough to beat my Dad. And here he's done it in just a few goes. Sure he's played before with his friends and his own father. But he went from a 100 on one weekend and shot an 81 the next. That's quite a bit of improvement.
Oh well. I guess I'll just have to beat him myself next time.
Hey, y'all! Don't forget to post on the message boards!
Ciao.
4/02/2003
I TOLD YOU TO CALL ME... UNCLE BUBBA!
Well, it's official. My baby sister, Laura, has been caught doing the deed with her fiance and a little bundle of joy is currently baking in her oven.
The poor thing, she was so sick the first week after we found out. She was throwing everything up and wasn't able to keep anything down. She ended up going to the ER where they administered some anti-nausea meds and got her calmed down.
They also did her first ultrasound and we have seen the wonder that is the tiny "gumball" (as she called it) that is my future niece or nephew. (For the record, she and Adam are hoping its a boy.)
It's all very exciting and we are so happy for the two of them. Things really seem to be coming together quite nicely for the happy couple.
And I must admit that I am very much looking forward to being an Uncle. Teesa and I both have been excitedly discussing future trips to Disneyland, and Christmases and Easters and Halloweens... etc. etc....
So congrats to my little sis. And an early welcome to my future niece/nephew. May the next 7.25 months be easy ones.
Well, it's official. My baby sister, Laura, has been caught doing the deed with her fiance and a little bundle of joy is currently baking in her oven.
The poor thing, she was so sick the first week after we found out. She was throwing everything up and wasn't able to keep anything down. She ended up going to the ER where they administered some anti-nausea meds and got her calmed down.
They also did her first ultrasound and we have seen the wonder that is the tiny "gumball" (as she called it) that is my future niece or nephew. (For the record, she and Adam are hoping its a boy.)
It's all very exciting and we are so happy for the two of them. Things really seem to be coming together quite nicely for the happy couple.
And I must admit that I am very much looking forward to being an Uncle. Teesa and I both have been excitedly discussing future trips to Disneyland, and Christmases and Easters and Halloweens... etc. etc....
So congrats to my little sis. And an early welcome to my future niece/nephew. May the next 7.25 months be easy ones.
3/27/2003
I'm Proud Of Our Troops
Well, it's been a little over a week since the start of the war. I don't care what your stance is on the war, whether we should be there or not, the fact of the matter is that we are there so let's deal with the situation as it is.
We have troops fighting in Iraq. They are fighting against an enemy that does not fight conventionally and definitely doesn't follow the rules of combat.
Yet, we are still seeing images from Iraq of our troops mending and caring for injured Iraqi soldiers. Even going so far as to carry them on their backs to safety.
While the Iraqi troops are faking surrender and ambushing our men and women in uniform, our military personell are fighting the good fight and extending themselves to care for the same people who've injured and deceived them.
It is a sight to see. And how amazing is it that we are getting to see it on T.V. Live from the front lines.
What an interesting time we are living in.
Well, it's been a little over a week since the start of the war. I don't care what your stance is on the war, whether we should be there or not, the fact of the matter is that we are there so let's deal with the situation as it is.
We have troops fighting in Iraq. They are fighting against an enemy that does not fight conventionally and definitely doesn't follow the rules of combat.
Yet, we are still seeing images from Iraq of our troops mending and caring for injured Iraqi soldiers. Even going so far as to carry them on their backs to safety.
While the Iraqi troops are faking surrender and ambushing our men and women in uniform, our military personell are fighting the good fight and extending themselves to care for the same people who've injured and deceived them.
It is a sight to see. And how amazing is it that we are getting to see it on T.V. Live from the front lines.
What an interesting time we are living in.
3/09/2003
Ok, so like I told everyone, I bought a new vehicle.
And like I told many of you, I wanted a big truck.
Ok, so like I told many of you, I bought a big truck.
A BIG TRUCK
I bought an 87 Ford F250 XLT, with a big ol' V8 engine, a supercab, a long bed, camper shell, tow package and running boards. The thing is a beast, and it gets a beast's gas mileage too. Did I mention it also has the optional second fuel tank?
So there you have it, I bought a great big, burly American Made Truck. Probably not the best decision based on current gas prices, but what the hell. I've always wanted a big truck. And if I end up not liking it? I'll just get something different down the road.
And like I told many of you, I wanted a big truck.
Ok, so like I told many of you, I bought a big truck.
A BIG TRUCK
I bought an 87 Ford F250 XLT, with a big ol' V8 engine, a supercab, a long bed, camper shell, tow package and running boards. The thing is a beast, and it gets a beast's gas mileage too. Did I mention it also has the optional second fuel tank?
So there you have it, I bought a great big, burly American Made Truck. Probably not the best decision based on current gas prices, but what the hell. I've always wanted a big truck. And if I end up not liking it? I'll just get something different down the road.
3/06/2003
Wow. Digital-Workshop is coming to the conclusion of week one. We've processed three orders so far and have our fourth and fifth orders in the works. I'd say things are going pretty well. Keep those fingers crossed.
So I'm punching the keys for this Blog entry on my brand spankin' new Apple Powerbook G4 12". This is one incredible machine. It's only 10.1" wide and includes built in Bluetooth and Airport Extreme (802.11g WiFi), a 4x DVD Burner and Firewire to boot! This is one powerful little machine and I'm really looking forward to pushing it to it's limits.
Looks like I will be getting a new (most likely used, so what I like to call "Newsed") car this weekend. I'll be sure to let everyone know what I got on Monday.
Have a good weekend everyone!
So I'm punching the keys for this Blog entry on my brand spankin' new Apple Powerbook G4 12". This is one incredible machine. It's only 10.1" wide and includes built in Bluetooth and Airport Extreme (802.11g WiFi), a 4x DVD Burner and Firewire to boot! This is one powerful little machine and I'm really looking forward to pushing it to it's limits.
Looks like I will be getting a new (most likely used, so what I like to call "Newsed") car this weekend. I'll be sure to let everyone know what I got on Monday.
Have a good weekend everyone!
3/02/2003
NERVES
So Digital-Workshop is now up and running, we've delivered a couple of orders already and are preparing for more this coming week.
I'm scared.
The reality of the weight that comes with truly running your own business, of having monthly bills to pay, payroll to meet... well, it's starting to frighten me.
Now, I'm sure I'll be fine and that the company will survive the difficulties of start-up, but I can't help feeling just a little bit nervous.
So Digital-Workshop is now up and running, we've delivered a couple of orders already and are preparing for more this coming week.
I'm scared.
The reality of the weight that comes with truly running your own business, of having monthly bills to pay, payroll to meet... well, it's starting to frighten me.
Now, I'm sure I'll be fine and that the company will survive the difficulties of start-up, but I can't help feeling just a little bit nervous.
2/27/2003
THE PASSING OF A GREAT MAN
I'm sure Fred Rogers would not have called himself a great man. He probably would have referred to himself as just an average guy. A father, a minister, a neighbor.
Regretfully our number one neighbor has moved on.
Fred Rogers died yesterday at the age of 74.
For me Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood is the anchor to my turbulent memories of childhood. No matter how much trouble I got myself into, or how much the world beat me down, my memories of early childhood are always rooted in a firm sense of wonder and joy at the thought of the hours I spent with Fred.
He lived in the ideal world. A lovely little neighborhood, with friendly people and interesting places. And that was just the stuff in the real world.
His neighborhood also included the wonders of imagination, with King Friday and Trolley I always found myself wisked away to a magical place of wonder and merriment.
Fred never changed his show, no matter what happened in the world he stood true to his simple premise: Respect and truth. No matter what background you come from his message was easy to understand and worth listening to.
The world is a bit lessened with his passing. But it's blessed that he was here with us for so long.
I hope they get to putting Mr. Rogers on DVD. He's the man I want my kids to grow up with on the T.V. And if they can't, then my kids have truly missed out on something special.
I'm sure Fred Rogers would not have called himself a great man. He probably would have referred to himself as just an average guy. A father, a minister, a neighbor.
Regretfully our number one neighbor has moved on.
Fred Rogers died yesterday at the age of 74.
For me Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood is the anchor to my turbulent memories of childhood. No matter how much trouble I got myself into, or how much the world beat me down, my memories of early childhood are always rooted in a firm sense of wonder and joy at the thought of the hours I spent with Fred.
He lived in the ideal world. A lovely little neighborhood, with friendly people and interesting places. And that was just the stuff in the real world.
His neighborhood also included the wonders of imagination, with King Friday and Trolley I always found myself wisked away to a magical place of wonder and merriment.
Fred never changed his show, no matter what happened in the world he stood true to his simple premise: Respect and truth. No matter what background you come from his message was easy to understand and worth listening to.
The world is a bit lessened with his passing. But it's blessed that he was here with us for so long.
I hope they get to putting Mr. Rogers on DVD. He's the man I want my kids to grow up with on the T.V. And if they can't, then my kids have truly missed out on something special.
2/21/2003
ON THE MENTALITY OF THE HERD
Now I'm not hoping to come across as an asshole. But what is it about human's in large groups that make their brains shut down?
I mean, you put a large group of people together and they will fall into a "herd" mentality. A perfect example of this is all those morons in Rhode Island who got hurt and killed in that Nightclub Fire.
Apparently when the fire started, the crowds cheered and applauded the flames. (How about yelling "FIRE!") And then, when it became abundantly clear that all were in peril... EVERYONE tried to escape out of the front door. It's been reported that no one tried to leave out of the multiple doors on the side of the building.
So the herd made for one door, trampling and trapping masses of people in a fiery grave.
Now, if people were better than animals, wouldn't they have taken a look around real quick and made a smart decision and gone out a side door?
I still believe it, we aren't as advanced as we sometimes think.
(Not to mention, that building was woefully inappropriate for indoor pyrotechics.)
Oh well, my heart goes out to those who've lost loved ones. For that I am truly sorry. I just think that the loss was totally senseless.
Now I'm not hoping to come across as an asshole. But what is it about human's in large groups that make their brains shut down?
I mean, you put a large group of people together and they will fall into a "herd" mentality. A perfect example of this is all those morons in Rhode Island who got hurt and killed in that Nightclub Fire.
Apparently when the fire started, the crowds cheered and applauded the flames. (How about yelling "FIRE!") And then, when it became abundantly clear that all were in peril... EVERYONE tried to escape out of the front door. It's been reported that no one tried to leave out of the multiple doors on the side of the building.
So the herd made for one door, trampling and trapping masses of people in a fiery grave.
Now, if people were better than animals, wouldn't they have taken a look around real quick and made a smart decision and gone out a side door?
I still believe it, we aren't as advanced as we sometimes think.
(Not to mention, that building was woefully inappropriate for indoor pyrotechics.)
Oh well, my heart goes out to those who've lost loved ones. For that I am truly sorry. I just think that the loss was totally senseless.
2/17/2003
So today is a beautiful San Diego day, and as I predicted the rains have left us with a lush landscape of greenery. The likes of which we've not seen in these parts for nearly five years.
So here's a little secret.
I stepped on a scale the other day. I couldn't believe it. Well, I could. But I weighed in at a hefty 305lbs.
Somehow or another, even with my finances in the toilet these last couple of months and while living on Ramen and Rice, I've managed to gain 20lbs. and put myself above the 300 mark.
I don't feel that heavy. Not really. My knees do though, and so do my heels. But I don't feel like I'm lumbering about all the time. But still I guess I need to really start doing something about my weight. Being over 300 can't be good for me.
Man, when did I become a fat slob?
So here's a little secret.
I stepped on a scale the other day. I couldn't believe it. Well, I could. But I weighed in at a hefty 305lbs.
Somehow or another, even with my finances in the toilet these last couple of months and while living on Ramen and Rice, I've managed to gain 20lbs. and put myself above the 300 mark.
I don't feel that heavy. Not really. My knees do though, and so do my heels. But I don't feel like I'm lumbering about all the time. But still I guess I need to really start doing something about my weight. Being over 300 can't be good for me.
Man, when did I become a fat slob?
2/15/2003
2/12/2003
It's raining here in San Diego. Not a hard, flooding rain, but a steady almost methodical rain that will saturate the land and inspire the plants to grow.
I've heard a number of people complain about the fact that it's raining. But I look forward to them praising how beautiful and green the area will be in the weeks following this rain.
I've heard a number of people complain about the fact that it's raining. But I look forward to them praising how beautiful and green the area will be in the weeks following this rain.
MOVING IN CAN BE SO HARD TO DO
So I've been in my apartment for a week now. We finally got the cable working yesterday, so I'm finally posting from home again. YAY!
It has been a long move. Not literally, the distance moved is short enough that if I yelled from the old apartment, you might be able to hear me at the new one. But temporally, it was a long move. And I find myself writing to you dear reader, amidst a mountain of un-emptied boxes.
I fear the process of "Moving-In" will take forever. "Moving-Out" always must be done quickly and with great purpose. But the final step of actually "Moving-In" and settling into a new place, well, that it seems can take eons.
So wish me well dear reader, as I start the task of emptying that which I took so long to fill just a short while ago.
So I've been in my apartment for a week now. We finally got the cable working yesterday, so I'm finally posting from home again. YAY!
It has been a long move. Not literally, the distance moved is short enough that if I yelled from the old apartment, you might be able to hear me at the new one. But temporally, it was a long move. And I find myself writing to you dear reader, amidst a mountain of un-emptied boxes.
I fear the process of "Moving-In" will take forever. "Moving-Out" always must be done quickly and with great purpose. But the final step of actually "Moving-In" and settling into a new place, well, that it seems can take eons.
So wish me well dear reader, as I start the task of emptying that which I took so long to fill just a short while ago.
2/03/2003
MOVING COMPLETED!
And the Lord said unto thee, "Behold the completion of thy move! Behold the wonder of many rooms filled with boxes."
And there was much rejoicing. "Yay."
Yep, three days later we are now done moving.
For the record, 15 bags of trash were carted out of my bedroom alone. For those keeping track.
It was a long process that was frought with peril. (Steve hit his head on a tree branch. Vanessa was frightened by a spider.)
For many the whole weekend brought about much sneezing and wheezing. My apologies go out to Teesa and Kurt who so boldly and courageously, braved their allergies to help our humble cause. I also say, "your welcome" to the allergy medication people. I sent some good business your way in the last couple of days. You can send my royalty check to me immediately. No seriously!
Thus far everyone seems to be in agreement that the new place is a much welcomed improvement over the dark dungeon we've finally been given our freedom from. I don't know what they're talking about...I personally enjoyed the nightly torture and the overall dark and dreary element we've left behind.
But, I guess the added ambient light that comes from elevating one's living quarters further above ground is considered a good thing. Especially on those rare occasions where we venture out of our cocoon to see if the world has come to an end yet or not. The bright glow of the sun at those times can be soothingly reassuring.
So the old place is empty (it looks better that way) and the new place is full of boxes. (It's as though we've created a cardboard model of downtown New York in our living room.) But alas, the apartment complex decided in their ultimate wisdom that releasing our new apartment's keys 14 hours early so that we could move over our T.V.'s was not in their best interest... soooo... we are having to make like 1959 and watch static and "snow" on our T.V.'s until Thursday.
Actually between 3 and 5 on Thursday to be exact. Or not exact. Why can't the cable company just say 3? And mean it? What's with the two hour window? I love the commercials, "we guarantee to be on-time for your hook-up!" Sure, everyone could always be on-time if they could get away with two hour arrival windows.
"Hey Chuck! You gonna make it to my wedding tomorrow?"
"Sure Verne! When is it?"
"Well, we'll start at 4-6!"
Anyway... This may be my last entry until Thursday night... seeing as how the cable is also how I get my internet services. *sigh* Talk to you all soon!
And the Lord said unto thee, "Behold the completion of thy move! Behold the wonder of many rooms filled with boxes."
And there was much rejoicing. "Yay."
Yep, three days later we are now done moving.
For the record, 15 bags of trash were carted out of my bedroom alone. For those keeping track.
It was a long process that was frought with peril. (Steve hit his head on a tree branch. Vanessa was frightened by a spider.)
For many the whole weekend brought about much sneezing and wheezing. My apologies go out to Teesa and Kurt who so boldly and courageously, braved their allergies to help our humble cause. I also say, "your welcome" to the allergy medication people. I sent some good business your way in the last couple of days. You can send my royalty check to me immediately. No seriously!
Thus far everyone seems to be in agreement that the new place is a much welcomed improvement over the dark dungeon we've finally been given our freedom from. I don't know what they're talking about...I personally enjoyed the nightly torture and the overall dark and dreary element we've left behind.
But, I guess the added ambient light that comes from elevating one's living quarters further above ground is considered a good thing. Especially on those rare occasions where we venture out of our cocoon to see if the world has come to an end yet or not. The bright glow of the sun at those times can be soothingly reassuring.
So the old place is empty (it looks better that way) and the new place is full of boxes. (It's as though we've created a cardboard model of downtown New York in our living room.) But alas, the apartment complex decided in their ultimate wisdom that releasing our new apartment's keys 14 hours early so that we could move over our T.V.'s was not in their best interest... soooo... we are having to make like 1959 and watch static and "snow" on our T.V.'s until Thursday.
Actually between 3 and 5 on Thursday to be exact. Or not exact. Why can't the cable company just say 3? And mean it? What's with the two hour window? I love the commercials, "we guarantee to be on-time for your hook-up!" Sure, everyone could always be on-time if they could get away with two hour arrival windows.
"Hey Chuck! You gonna make it to my wedding tomorrow?"
"Sure Verne! When is it?"
"Well, we'll start at 4-6!"
Anyway... This may be my last entry until Thursday night... seeing as how the cable is also how I get my internet services. *sigh* Talk to you all soon!
1/31/2003
MOVING UPDATE: V.2
Well, it's now almost 2a.m. I was starting to feel better earlier after my post. But I quickly got that nasty feeling again.
As such I passed out for a time. I figured I could sleep a while and wake up early to get a fresh start on packing.
Believe me, it was not my intention to wake up at 2. That's tooooo early. I was really thinking more along the lines of "as the sun came up". Not this "as the vampires roamed" thing.
Anyway... thought I'd share... and I thought this might make me want to sleep some more.
I was right. G'night.
Well, it's now almost 2a.m. I was starting to feel better earlier after my post. But I quickly got that nasty feeling again.
As such I passed out for a time. I figured I could sleep a while and wake up early to get a fresh start on packing.
Believe me, it was not my intention to wake up at 2. That's tooooo early. I was really thinking more along the lines of "as the sun came up". Not this "as the vampires roamed" thing.
Anyway... thought I'd share... and I thought this might make me want to sleep some more.
I was right. G'night.
1/30/2003
MOVING UPDATE
So my plan to pack today has not come to fruition yet. It's currently 9:15p.m. I spent the morning getting the car repaired. So no packing happened in the a.m. hours.
I got home around noon... and proceeded to feel like so much crap that by the time 7p.m. rolled around I'd already watched my breakfast revisit me, twice.
Of course... I have been feeling better since the second visit. So maybe, just maybe I'll get to packing tonight.
Here's hoping.
So my plan to pack today has not come to fruition yet. It's currently 9:15p.m. I spent the morning getting the car repaired. So no packing happened in the a.m. hours.
I got home around noon... and proceeded to feel like so much crap that by the time 7p.m. rolled around I'd already watched my breakfast revisit me, twice.
Of course... I have been feeling better since the second visit. So maybe, just maybe I'll get to packing tonight.
Here's hoping.
1/29/2003
So I am trying to motivate myself to pack up my apartment for my impending move on Saturday.
I hate moving. HATE
But at least I'm only moving a little ways down the road. So it could be worse.
But regardless... the idea of having to go through my stuff and categorize and compress it all down to tiny boxes and then pull it all back out again... it just sucks.
Oh well.
The new apartment should be nice though. I walked into it a few weeks back, they were repainting the walls... their was paint all over the carpet, so I'm assuming they recarpeted it. The stove was pulled out of the kitchen, so we are probably getting a new stove. That would be nice.
I hope the dishwasher is new. Or at least better than the tired piece of crap we have now.
The apartment overlooks the complex's second pool and jacuzzi area. Which is right next to the laundromat and the mailboxes. Everything's just outside our door and down the stairs. So that's nice. The unit is also located next to many, many parking spaces, so I don't think we'll have the same parking problems that we've had in this unit. (I've recieved parking tickets twice this year.)
Anyway, some of my family and friends are coming out to help. I thank them all in advance!
I'll post again, after the move is complete.
Ciao!
Dave
I hate moving. HATE
But at least I'm only moving a little ways down the road. So it could be worse.
But regardless... the idea of having to go through my stuff and categorize and compress it all down to tiny boxes and then pull it all back out again... it just sucks.
Oh well.
The new apartment should be nice though. I walked into it a few weeks back, they were repainting the walls... their was paint all over the carpet, so I'm assuming they recarpeted it. The stove was pulled out of the kitchen, so we are probably getting a new stove. That would be nice.
I hope the dishwasher is new. Or at least better than the tired piece of crap we have now.
The apartment overlooks the complex's second pool and jacuzzi area. Which is right next to the laundromat and the mailboxes. Everything's just outside our door and down the stairs. So that's nice. The unit is also located next to many, many parking spaces, so I don't think we'll have the same parking problems that we've had in this unit. (I've recieved parking tickets twice this year.)
Anyway, some of my family and friends are coming out to help. I thank them all in advance!
I'll post again, after the move is complete.
Ciao!
Dave
1/26/2003
WAY TO GO BUCANEERS!
Not that I'm a Tampa Bay fan... or a football fan...
No, I'm just a sports fan... and I really dislike the general bad attitude of the Raider Nation.
It's nice to see those loud-mouthed, riot inducing fools go home with their tails between their legs.
Especially after that absolutely embarrasing showing at today's Super Bowl!
I mean come on... at least when the Charger's lost bad we all expected it. But all week we heard how the Raiders were gonna win big. It was really nice to see them lose big!
Go home Raiders! Go home Raiders!
Ok... that's enough of that.
Boy it feels good.
Not that I'm a Tampa Bay fan... or a football fan...
No, I'm just a sports fan... and I really dislike the general bad attitude of the Raider Nation.
It's nice to see those loud-mouthed, riot inducing fools go home with their tails between their legs.
Especially after that absolutely embarrasing showing at today's Super Bowl!
I mean come on... at least when the Charger's lost bad we all expected it. But all week we heard how the Raiders were gonna win big. It was really nice to see them lose big!
Go home Raiders! Go home Raiders!
Ok... that's enough of that.
Boy it feels good.
1/24/2003
What are you supposed to do when you've been single for so long, you've forgotten how to date? When you've been single for so long, you're too frightened to get into a relationship because you've become so accustomed to being alone?
That's where I find myself at this point in my life. I'll be 28 in May. For many this is still a very young and active age.
Sure, I'm busy. Active professionally. Constantly working on one project or another. But socially... well... I'm about as socially active as a carrot. Like a carrot, I'm often found in a bunch, but there's not a whole lot of real social interaction going on.
I've got a circle of friends. About 50/50 in terms of guys to girls. The group is kind of diverse and spread out. They all don't interact much in other words.
I like it that way. It helps to keep my occasional nights out different from one night to the next based on who I'm with.
Now, obviously I'm not going to date the guys I hang out with... and the girls I know aren't interested. (At least that's the vibe I get.)
My friend Sheryl mentioned she has a friend I might like. But I'm not sure how I feel about getting "set-up" on a date. Especially a blind-date. Blech!
But maybe I'm just being picky and should suck it up and give it a try.
Or maybe I shouldn't rock the boat. After all... I'm mostly happy with the way I am now... Mostly.
That's where I find myself at this point in my life. I'll be 28 in May. For many this is still a very young and active age.
Sure, I'm busy. Active professionally. Constantly working on one project or another. But socially... well... I'm about as socially active as a carrot. Like a carrot, I'm often found in a bunch, but there's not a whole lot of real social interaction going on.
I've got a circle of friends. About 50/50 in terms of guys to girls. The group is kind of diverse and spread out. They all don't interact much in other words.
I like it that way. It helps to keep my occasional nights out different from one night to the next based on who I'm with.
Now, obviously I'm not going to date the guys I hang out with... and the girls I know aren't interested. (At least that's the vibe I get.)
My friend Sheryl mentioned she has a friend I might like. But I'm not sure how I feel about getting "set-up" on a date. Especially a blind-date. Blech!
But maybe I'm just being picky and should suck it up and give it a try.
Or maybe I shouldn't rock the boat. After all... I'm mostly happy with the way I am now... Mostly.
1/22/2003
My poor little sister.
I called her at work today and they told me she was home sick.
"Aww," I thought, "that's so sad."
So I called her at home. No answer. So I call her cel phone.
A very hard to hear voice picks up and in a very hushed manner says, "Hello?"
"Teesa! Are you sick?" I ask.
Again the response is very difficult to hear as she strains out a feable, "I have laryngitis."
"Oh!" I say. "Well, I'll let you go then, since you can't talk."
My poor little sister. She was like a poor little girl again, unable to speak and miserable.
So after I finished up my duties for the day I bought her some food from Taco Bell and hurried over to her house where I spent the rest of the night getting her water and soda and keeping her company in her silence. We watched movies and American Idol together, as she rested and let her voice come back to her.
I hope my presence made her feel a little better. It simply breaks my heart when I know my sisters are ill.
I called her at work today and they told me she was home sick.
"Aww," I thought, "that's so sad."
So I called her at home. No answer. So I call her cel phone.
A very hard to hear voice picks up and in a very hushed manner says, "Hello?"
"Teesa! Are you sick?" I ask.
Again the response is very difficult to hear as she strains out a feable, "I have laryngitis."
"Oh!" I say. "Well, I'll let you go then, since you can't talk."
My poor little sister. She was like a poor little girl again, unable to speak and miserable.
So after I finished up my duties for the day I bought her some food from Taco Bell and hurried over to her house where I spent the rest of the night getting her water and soda and keeping her company in her silence. We watched movies and American Idol together, as she rested and let her voice come back to her.
I hope my presence made her feel a little better. It simply breaks my heart when I know my sisters are ill.
1/20/2003
Well, Chicago won a number of awards last night at the Golden Globes. What do you think? I'm betting the Movie Musical is now "back" and we are going to see a lot more of them popping up in the next few years. All thanks to the courage of Baz Luhrman and his masterpiece, "Moulin Rouge".
It was nice to see Nicole win the globe again this year as well, wasn't it?
It was nice to see Nicole win the globe again this year as well, wasn't it?
1/19/2003
Here's my suggestion for your listening pleasure.
Visit The Delgado Brothers website and check out when and where they are playing next, and then get your ass to the show!
The Brothers have just completed their third album, "A Brothers Dream" and it is amazing! For those of you who haven't heard them, there is no better investment you can make than to put a few bones into purchasing their last album, "Let's Get Back" from Amazon.com.
Currently, the new album is in limited release, available mainly at their live shows, but I'm sure it will be available in wide release in the coming month. And this album is definitely worth your hard earned spending cash!
Well, it's 3a.m. and I'm pooped. I just got back from watching The Delgado Brothers play up in Anaheim.
G'night!
Visit The Delgado Brothers website and check out when and where they are playing next, and then get your ass to the show!
The Brothers have just completed their third album, "A Brothers Dream" and it is amazing! For those of you who haven't heard them, there is no better investment you can make than to put a few bones into purchasing their last album, "Let's Get Back" from Amazon.com.
Currently, the new album is in limited release, available mainly at their live shows, but I'm sure it will be available in wide release in the coming month. And this album is definitely worth your hard earned spending cash!
Well, it's 3a.m. and I'm pooped. I just got back from watching The Delgado Brothers play up in Anaheim.
G'night!
1/17/2003
So I'm wondering what to write for my next film.
I think it's important that my next movie be more of a drama... more along the lines of being character and story driven, rather than visually driven (as most of my stuff so far has been.) In this, I differ from Kevin Smith who seems to have started by directing actors and figuring out the rest of the directing stuff later. Those who've watched his career know what I'm talking about.
Yes, most of my critics have said that I don't direct the actors enough. Personally I think that is a bunch of hooey. Actors, I feel, should be given free reign to find the character. They shouldn't require me feeding them the how's and why's to every single line of dialogue in a script.
You see, I choose actors to play their parts because, I've either written the role for them or something about them sparked familiarity in me and I think they would be great in the role.
As such, I've already given my trust to the actor to be who I've asked them to play. That means I already see the character in them. Now, if an actor feels lost, they should definitely ask me for my opinions. But if the work is good, and I'm happy with it... well, what's to direct?
At least, that's where I'm coming from. Now a couple of actors I've worked with have said that I don't do enough of the hand holding, and that they felt lost during our shoots. I didn't see it. They didn't convey it to me. And I was happy with what they were delivering. But apparently they weren't.
So I'm going to try and direct actors in the next film. Now... if I can just come up with a story. Maybe there's something in my own life I can write about? Let's see....
I think it's important that my next movie be more of a drama... more along the lines of being character and story driven, rather than visually driven (as most of my stuff so far has been.) In this, I differ from Kevin Smith who seems to have started by directing actors and figuring out the rest of the directing stuff later. Those who've watched his career know what I'm talking about.
Yes, most of my critics have said that I don't direct the actors enough. Personally I think that is a bunch of hooey. Actors, I feel, should be given free reign to find the character. They shouldn't require me feeding them the how's and why's to every single line of dialogue in a script.
You see, I choose actors to play their parts because, I've either written the role for them or something about them sparked familiarity in me and I think they would be great in the role.
As such, I've already given my trust to the actor to be who I've asked them to play. That means I already see the character in them. Now, if an actor feels lost, they should definitely ask me for my opinions. But if the work is good, and I'm happy with it... well, what's to direct?
At least, that's where I'm coming from. Now a couple of actors I've worked with have said that I don't do enough of the hand holding, and that they felt lost during our shoots. I didn't see it. They didn't convey it to me. And I was happy with what they were delivering. But apparently they weren't.
So I'm going to try and direct actors in the next film. Now... if I can just come up with a story. Maybe there's something in my own life I can write about? Let's see....
1/14/2003
So I sit and wait. I wait for sleep to take hold.
I know I need it. I know I want it.
And yet, for the third hour in a row, I can't seem to attain it.
Sleep for me is like hunting. I stalk my prey for hours on end, usually very quietly, and generally stalking under cover. In this case literally, under covers!
Now, generally speaking, I don't require more than a few hours of sleep a night. 3-4 usually will suffice. But I'm really drained right now. In the last few days I've driven to San Francisco and back, Fallbrook twice, Irvine and back once and tomorrow I'm driving to Glendora and back. I'm pooped!
I really need to sleep!
But alas, no sleep comes. I am left here, exhausted and my dreams of rest are just that, dreams.
I know I need it. I know I want it.
And yet, for the third hour in a row, I can't seem to attain it.
Sleep for me is like hunting. I stalk my prey for hours on end, usually very quietly, and generally stalking under cover. In this case literally, under covers!
Now, generally speaking, I don't require more than a few hours of sleep a night. 3-4 usually will suffice. But I'm really drained right now. In the last few days I've driven to San Francisco and back, Fallbrook twice, Irvine and back once and tomorrow I'm driving to Glendora and back. I'm pooped!
I really need to sleep!
But alas, no sleep comes. I am left here, exhausted and my dreams of rest are just that, dreams.
1/13/2003
I'm tired.
Dog tired.
Tired like a... never mind.
So as some of you know, I've been working on starting my new business with my friend Erik Bradshaw. Digital-Workshop is almost a reality... so much so that we already have clients and are already filling orders.
That's great, but also complicated. You see, we haven't even opened doors yet. We don't even have our hardware to do the jobs yet. So, to fill orders we are farming out the work to the vendor who is selling us all our hardware.
Now, we have this tremendous rush job for the Delgado Brothers. Close friends of ours. And a very important client in our eyes. They need copies of their new disk by tomorrow night so that they'll have them for the NAM show on Wednesday.
So after a weekend that had me driving to San Francisco and back in a day as well as driving out to Fallbrook twice, I found myself driving to Irvine today. And I will have to again tomorrow. You see, I played the role of FEDEX today. Since I'm faster than FEDEX.
I hope Joey likes the work he gets. I know I'm really working for him to get it.
And for those of you who've not heard the boys, make sure you check them out! Click Here to visit their website!
Dog tired.
Tired like a... never mind.
So as some of you know, I've been working on starting my new business with my friend Erik Bradshaw. Digital-Workshop is almost a reality... so much so that we already have clients and are already filling orders.
That's great, but also complicated. You see, we haven't even opened doors yet. We don't even have our hardware to do the jobs yet. So, to fill orders we are farming out the work to the vendor who is selling us all our hardware.
Now, we have this tremendous rush job for the Delgado Brothers. Close friends of ours. And a very important client in our eyes. They need copies of their new disk by tomorrow night so that they'll have them for the NAM show on Wednesday.
So after a weekend that had me driving to San Francisco and back in a day as well as driving out to Fallbrook twice, I found myself driving to Irvine today. And I will have to again tomorrow. You see, I played the role of FEDEX today. Since I'm faster than FEDEX.
I hope Joey likes the work he gets. I know I'm really working for him to get it.
And for those of you who've not heard the boys, make sure you check them out! Click Here to visit their website!
1/12/2003
1/12/03
Ok, so I'm trying a new Blog page. This should work out nicely.
So I went to Macworld SF 2003 on Friday. What a blast that was! I actually got to get my grubby little hands onto the new Powerbook 17 and 12. Those machines are "dead sexy!"
Loads of convention fun was to be had, and I'm definitely going to Macworld NY 2003 in July.
Saturday was spent visiting "Grand Tradition". What an amazing place. Laura and Adam fell in love with it immediately. They've now booked the location for their wedding and set the date: May 14, 2004.
They are both so excited, it's really cute.
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Ok, so I'm trying a new Blog page. This should work out nicely.
So I went to Macworld SF 2003 on Friday. What a blast that was! I actually got to get my grubby little hands onto the new Powerbook 17 and 12. Those machines are "dead sexy!"
Loads of convention fun was to be had, and I'm definitely going to Macworld NY 2003 in July.
Saturday was spent visiting "Grand Tradition". What an amazing place. Laura and Adam fell in love with it immediately. They've now booked the location for their wedding and set the date: May 14, 2004.
They are both so excited, it's really cute.
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Make sure you let me know what you think of this new Blog! You can do it on our new Message Board! Just Click Here
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