Monthly Archives: March 2008
Eagle Seagull @ the Troubadour 032708. Very fun band from Nebraska! Definitely on the must-see-again list.
Leaving in a few hours for the snowy hills of Mammoth. Day trip! This is most probably the last snowboarding trip of the season. I went to Mt. Baldy last Friday, and Big Bear on Saturday, but Spring is upon us. It’s kinda pathetic how I get depressed now when I see new leaves growing on the trees around my house, and the grass growing on the hills. I mean, shit, I can’t wait for winter to come back again. This is absurd.
Spring is good weather though. I smell a lot of camping trips, and other shenanigans in the works…
Not my day today!
Wokeup pretty early by any standard, but spent the morning doing laundry and errands for the dog. Bath and blowdry, takes an average of 2 hours for a white and fluffy dog. A cotton ball!
Yesterday late afternoon, I ordered a new SATA 500gb Western Digital hard drive from NewEgg because I’m planning on transforming one of the new desktops at work into a file server running Ubuntu. Imagine my surprise when the package arrives this morning, barely even 12 hours when I ordered the thing!
So I rush to the office, but pass by a Mcdonalds to load up on their crap McChicken and even more chicken nuggets (I’m a pig like that). I’m busy contemplating the schedule for the rest of the day, as I calmly get back onto the street after the drive-through. I stop at the intersection, but for some reason, made a left… and before I know it, a cop on a motorcycle pulls me over. Apparently there was a red arrow light, which of course I didn’t see. Yay. Here goes traffic school.
I get to work, and cheerily open the box while snarfing down my nuggets. Open up the computer and… tadah. I find out that the new hard drive doesn’t have the normal 4-pin power cable, and I need a new set of SATA power and data cables. Ugh. I was getting excited too. The nerdery will have to wait until tomorrow I guess. Fry’s, here we come. And online traffic school.
Photo by Kat.
I hardly write, because inspiring moments are far and seldom in between. And when they do appear, they tend to come and go, without any perceptible lasting impression. Or so we think.
I guess that is exactly what makes life exciting – the randomness of chance, and the beauty in which any given moment presents itself to us. How we may shrug off some things, or our sudden “aha!” moments when the unraveling of events lead to our perceived understanding of “life”, and all the varying gray areas in between. What we bring out of our own conclusions, a lot of times become bigger than the actual events themselves.
I left my house at around 0830 to catch the last wave of the winter season at Big Bear with Wacky Abad-Santos. As I turn outside the gate, I’m greeted by a flock of blinky squad cars and yellow police tape around the entire lane going downhill. Police are interviewing a couple of bystanders standing around a parked Lexus SUV, there is some random debris on the road, and in front of the car is a go cart.
Someone got killed again outside our community this morning.
Apparently, there are (illegal) soapbox races down my hill every second Sunday of the month, and I never even knew about it. After a little bit of googling, I came across a quote worth noting on their group’s forum. Sometimes, it may be applicable to a lot of other things in our lives as well:
Never put a question mark, where God has put a period.
Took a flight to the bay area last weekend, and caught Helio Sequence at the Independent as part of the Noisepop Festival. Pleasantly surprised with the gig, in a really intimate setting, and great acts to boot. HS was pretty impressive live, and just sounded gigantic onstage despite being a two-piece. I was on antibiotics for the past few days to combat the stubborn cough, and therefore couldn’t imbibe wonderful nectar of beer lest I destroy my liver, but still had a lot of fun nevertheless.
I rode the Vespa to catch my flight, and cut through rush hour traffic like a hot knife through butter. Got to the airport, and scored front-row parking right in front of the terminal for FREE. So let’s see, saved an hour and a half on the commute, $30++ on parking fees, plus the time it takes to shuttle to/from outlier pay parking robbery structures. Wind on my face, the excitement of a throttle in hand, and mind engaged over subtleties of the experience (versus grappling with parking-lot-AKA-the-four-oh-five road rage). Vespa, I love you.