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Life is too short and so are you
"Dad, do you dream?"
"Yes, sometimes."
"What do you dream about?"
"You."
- 4/18/2008 11:01:31 PM |
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There she goes walking on my skin again
Updates. Because I know updates are what you need
- I closed on my house. I move in 4/19. I have to (in no particular order) change my address on everything, rekey the locks, find a desk, dresser, bookshelves (several), hire movers, get rain gutters puts in, buy a weedeater, lawnmower, etc, etc, ad nauseum. Here’s the thing though. Rob agreed to paint me a painting. If I only have to move into a new house every three years to get one of those, I’d say I’m doing pretty well.
- Thomas is eleven and already smarter than me. I got him Guitar Hero III, Legends of Rokkkk. He’s already beaten Tom Morello if that means anything to Guitar Hero/Rock Star fans. I find it faintly depressing.
- William, Erin and I have concocted a game called airplane wars, in which we make Hawk Harriers and Bulldog Darts and fling them at each other until they’re meshy balls. Then the game turns into paper ball wars. We all laugh ourselves silly and fall onto the floor exhausted.
- I owe over $7,000 in income taxes. If a Democrat gets elected, I don’t see how they could be worse than Bush except in this way: I’ll owe more. I think I’d be fine with that if I didn’t know Hillary Clinton nets over 15 bazillion dollars a year.
- I started going to a church. Gateway. They sing U2 songs and the preacher has a soul patch and there’s a big concert hall for the main church worship area. I know what you’re thinking. But that’s not fair, really. There is something to it. They manage to pull off moments of what Jesus would’ve likely called "being in the world but not of it." I guess that’s a way of saying they reflect on and live in the post-modern culture (i.e. they acknowledge it), but aren’t unaware of that. They’re slogan is "No perfect people allowed." I think it’s a little too cutesy, but I get what they’re saying. They’re saying they don’t want me there.
- The Black Keys released an album with Danger Mouse called Attack and Release. I think the first single, I Got Mine (which reminds me of an old saying my father used to say, but I’ll save that for another post) is kick-ass and the freshest thing I’ve heard in ages. It sounds like Jimi Hendrix channeling, well, Jimi Hendrix, but in an updated Danger Mouse sort of way. I’m so sick of seeing albums released by people I could care less about. Every three (six?) months or so I get energized about music. I mean I think there’s still something beautiful being created that has the potential to crack open my heart. I think I just described Kierkegaard’s aesthetic man. Which sucks for me if you’ve read Kierkegaard.
- We had another (3rd) round of layoffs at my company. This time my boss of nearly 4 years got the boot. He was probably the best boss I ever had, whip smart and fairly flexible about time, work, etc. We’ve seriously scaled down and are trying to "get back to profitability" as our CEO says. I think (perhaps foolishly) that we make a great product that actually helps improve hospitals and I’d hate to see us fail after all the work I’ve put in. Not just for the stock, although obviously that matters. It’s a little like death, these layoffs. One minute a familiar face is there and the next they’re gone, without a word, and you’re supposed to act as if nothing happened.
As I told Kyle, that’s all I got.
Love, music, death, houses, and taxes.
- 4/5/2008 8:14:04 AM |
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