Something Old, Something New

For a change of pace, I brought DMB's college classic <I>Crash </I> into work. Could it possibly be on my top ten albums list? Definitely on the top twenty.

 

I'm also listening to music using my headphones for the first time which makes for a much more intimate experience and better that the whole hallway can't hear me rockin' out. So now my door can be open, more social, more accessible but not really with the headphones, although they're not initially noticeable.

 

Music is amazing in the way that it takes you to a specific place in time. Sometimes that's not always a good thing, but today in my mind, good times, good times.

 

(Note: This also my first attempt trying to post to the blog via email.)

 

 

Did I Stutter?

I’m selling two dressers on Craigslist and the ad specifically says:

Please email with:
- a name that you'll respond to
- phone number
- when you can come pick one or both dressers.

Here’s content of the email I received:

hi, i was interested in the
dressers. if you still have them please
call me at
(555)121-1212.

thanks

sandra

OK, two out of the three, but email is a form of communication (and I won't even start on why punctuation and capitolization are still important even in an email) and maybe there was a reason why I’d like to know when someone when might be coming by as I am a single female and I wanted to make sure my big Serbian roommate was home. Or regardless of the reason, the parameters were set. Is it so difficult to comply with guidelines? I don’t really know why I’m surprised. I wrote product and process marketing copy in a former life and what I learned is that customers never read anything.

Stolen Goods

I’d say that about eighty percent of all the drama in my life is a direct result of my actions or more appropriately, my inaction. I am the major procrastinator, the sergeant of sloth and today proved to be no different.

As I was entering the building from our parking area (that’s under the building and accessed by a remote control gate) there was a sign posted on the door that stated that a 1991 Honda, without an alarm, had been stolen from the property last night. I turned around and yep they got my steal-of-a-deal, $25 mountain bike that I bought off Craigslist. I had the $21.99 Kryptonite lock in my car but hadn’t employed it yet. The bikes that weren’t locked to a solid, stationary item but just had a locked weaved in between the frame and tires all remained untouched.

I can just hear my father, “What are you simple? All you had to do was take five minutes and just lock up the bike. Is that so hard?”

I didn’t even ride the damn thing yet.

I hope who ever stole my bike; actually, I’m not going to finish this sentence. If they’re living a life that includes stealing cars and bikes it’s probably bad enough.

It's like Goonies when Brand yanks the little neighbor girl off her bike and she stomps in cirlces, "My bike, my bike, gimme back my bike!"

The Stomper

There’s a guy in my office who stomps through the hallway. It’s worse when he pounds along the thin walled aisles in just his socks, I guess there’s nothing to soften the step.

This morning I was working on a project with a coworker when he looked at me and said, “Wow, someone has heavy footsteps.”

“Oh that’s The Stomper,” I replied but before I go into how he’s so much louder without shoes, everything shook and my former USMC co-worker said with reactionary speed of a trained solider, “It’s an earthquake, we have to get outside!” And why was that safer I’m not really sure. Note to self, I now really need to read up on what to do during an earthquake. Something about doorways.

So we stood outside for like five minutes without activity.

The wettest winter in San Diego history and now, two earthquakes and a tsunami warning in one week.

Hey Mr DJ

Next to the City of Brotherly Love, San Francisco is my favorite city that with any luck I'll be resident of one day.

A friend just turned me on to SOMA FM, "Listener-supported, commercial-free, underground/alternative radio broadcasting from San Francisco". Listen at 24k so the file isn't too large. Each loop plays for about eight hours before repeating. So far I've dug Groove Salad, Drone Zone and Indie Pop Rocks, which yes it does for previously unheard tracks from great indie bands.

This is perfect timing as one of my other favorite online stations Onion River Radio has been offline for a couple months now. Though different from the crunch out of Montpelier, VT SOMA FM is equally killer.

Online radio fills a musical void that my time on the rock has left me trying to recup.

Although, San Diego's rock station 94.9 is the best real time rock I've heard in a long time, even better than when WMMR in Philadelphia used to be cool, circa 1994.

Tsunami

For a brief time, like less than an hour tonight there was a tsunami warning for southern California. Dude, what the? What's next mudslides, avalanche, hurricane? I will however take a random day off of work though, natural disaster notwithstanding.

Earthquake

Shortly before 9:00 am PST this morning it sounded like the washer, which is right outside my bedroom, was on a super exaggerated spin cycle when wait, do I hear the books on the bookshelf moving too? Wow, my very first earthquake. The tremor was brief so I went back to sleep.

The US Geological Survey states that San Diego was 62 miles from the epicenter of quake, which registered a 5.6, and forecasts aftershocks in the upcoming days.

I guess I should get my ‘earthquake preparedness kit’ together or something.