Archive for March, 2010

Dawwwww

Since last post, I have bought a new bike (Trek 7100), a sweet helmet for it, a kryptonite U lock (badass) and a light to attach to the helmet. I was going to go with an army style hat helmet, but I think the more generic ones like you see in Eriks Bike Shop provide more airflow, so I am going to stick with it. I’ve been busy developing a Palm Pre app to record bike trips and log them (+ calories burned) to a website, which I will also make soon. But I’ll still never have as cool a bike as Zach.

This weekend, I was lucky enough to be a part of Martha Webber’s wedding (and requested Backstreets Back to dance to), a party of mostly law students and progressive radicals near St. Thomas hosted by Elizabeth Fuerst (who I know through Lindsay Larson), I crashed Nerdery’s Overnight Website Challenge to make off with free food (Chipolte and Pizza Luce) while saying hi to people I know who were attending (tonton sleeping bag by Matt Tonak), and finally there was a big pillow fight arranged by Plan B MN on St Thomas Campus (I ran into Sam Woodman here).

Prior to all that, I attended both the St Paul and Minneapolis St. Patty’s day parades, then got to tag along with Olson to the Seven nightclub for a night of sitting on the roof and relaxing. And prior to all that, Overstimulated 2010 (a rave) was alot of sweaty techno induced fun.

I’ve recently visited Kitty cat Klub (which apparently is really oriented towards lesbians, but hell I’m a straight dude and I like comfy couches and live music as a bar like setting), The Chatterbox (couches and NES games like super mario!), and the Angry Catfish (a bicycle coffee bar).

What’s next? I’m holding a spring party on Saturday (everyone’s invited!) and expecting a turnout of 20 or 30 people. I’ve been spending alot of time cleaning everything in the house and prepping for party. The sound system I’m especially proud of – I’ve been using Airport Express devices to have a sound source in each room that can be centrally controlled – so for the party I can have every room in the house plus the garage and a boombox in the backyard controlled my one instance of winamp or pandora.

Beyond that, Patrick, Zach, and I are all flying to Boston for ROFLcon at MIT. That is going to be a hell of a weekend. I can’t emphasize enough how sweet this little vacation is going to be – this will be the first time I travel somewhere without a car at the destination. I even bought two extra cellphone batteries so I can liberally use my phone for research and public transportation navigation while in Boston. And ROFLcon itself is going to have some very unique and fun to meet guests on the invite list.

Work continues to be fun (nerf gun fights). Alice in Wonderland 2 wasn’t very good. Census is out. I’m not happy with my taxes. Dad has a PT Cruiser which is bright blue (lolwhat – probably my mom’s doing). Lady Gaga’s “Telephone” video is weird and/or sucks. On the other hand, Stylo by Gorillaz is awesome. I am planning on learning Disc Golf and Rollerblading soon. Campus Capture the Flag on Friday. My cat is soft and cuddly.

Yup, more to come.

Today, for the first time this year, I bike commuted.  Not on the direct st paul bus like I hoped, but the anoka to minneapolis transfer to st paul waste an extra hour of your life bus.  But that is ok, because I have 5 hours of comp time saved up from working saturday night.  I’m on the bus right now.

Man, my legs are out of shape.

As on sunday, the weather has crossed the line from ah it’s a bit nippy out to holy friggin awesome (TM) which for minnesota is a high of at least 45.  I cleaned up the back yard, opened all the windows and napped for 3 hours.  It was fricking amazing.

I feel like myself again, whoever that happenes to be right now as a result of my car being towed last october (was it october?).   I can’t wait for getting my new bike so I can do this properly!

My sister graduated basic a few days ago, at the top 10 percent of her class with perfect physical fitness scores.  I am very proud of her.

I’ve been thinking of analogies for common things describing and mimicing much larger problems.  The most major thing I realized was that dancing mimics how people handle life, and how someone treats a dance floor says alot about a person.  Are you the kind of person who makes calculated deliberate movements, stands on the side pretending they aren’t there, stands on the side making fun while secretly being jealous of the dancers, can only go in when the dance floor seems fresh, can only dance with one other person, or do you just jump right in and move to the music without a worry in the world of what people think?  What does this say about you concerning life and the movement of society?

On a smaller scale, I’ve ralized lack of communication is what destroys friendships more than any other thing.  Annah got back together with jeremy about the same time her worked blocked access to aim and for about two weeks we didn’t really chat.  So it was nice when we got that all fixed.  But it made me realize that any friendship is based on doing ’something’ weather that is talking, hanging out, making out, getting drunk, playing video games, whatever and it is impossible (and silly to expect) to maintain a relationship when the defining characteristic of the relationship is gone.  Also makes me realize it is foolish to try to maintain a friendship with someone who doesn’t put any effort back into it.

Dang, idk, there is more things I could write about, but all I have is I am very comfortable right now, I am glad I am not in a dead end relationship or have jumped onto the lets have kids bandwagon right now.  Not that I am hating on anyones life, don’t get me wrong if you are happy I am happy for you too, but being single with no responsibilities kicks ass.

I had a very bizzare dream last night. I like how my night imagination is much more active than my day imagination.

In my dream, I have a friend played by the role of a Mike L dude I knew in highschool. Apparently, my mind decided Mike’s role was to be a drug abuser. By some bizarre treknobabble or magic or something, the act of mike doing some kind of drug in the future reset time to an earlier point. The only people aware of it were me, Annah, and himself, and Annah and I were not around him. So, now it is July 2009, but in all practical sense, only Annah and I realize it. I babble about how this is pretty cool, and I can fix some things, but I was sad about the Chenoweth baby, because of the butterfly effect just me being different means a different baby will be delt to the Chenoweths when Catherine becomes pregnant. Which made me sad

In retrospect, I really liked July. I was over breaking up with katy and managed to do reasonably well at not contacting her despite my heart’s emotional protest. It was warm out, I was working at Olson (which is the best place to work, ever, period), I was just a few weeks behind going to Las Vegas for DEFCON which was one of the most fun things I did that year, I was having a very great time hanging out semi platonically with Carrie, I had alot of friends and alot of things to do (we just went to chicago a few weeks before), it was overall a great time. I could feel it in July that this free ride of awesome was all scheduled to end in September (its all downhill from there, and now look where I am at) so I did the best I could of enjoying July to the fullest with tubing, parties, bonfires, fireworks, random treats to random friends, and the such. It was great.

First thing in my dream I notice is I still have my Prius. In my dream, it looks almost surrealy advanced looking (well, I suppose it did in real life too, I just got used to it). I realize all these things that are comming that I now know how to better prepare for, like the car getting repoed, what happens with my romantic persuits (and what is and isn’t worth investing time into), how to take advantage of the summer, the fact halloween is coming, the fact I should kick Josh out now rather than wait for him to somehow start paying rent (never happened), and some smart business moves to make. Annah realizes how the Josh fling would affect her life, and changes herself accordingly. I love the summer, get annoyed that winter is coming again, and at some point my sense of foresight will end when I catch up to the end of my first time living this time period. I wonder if this can be used to make someone live forever, continuously reliving the same parts of your life (ala groundhog day.)

Living through the shoes I have already walked in feels like watching a movie of my life (not to mention that it is all, in fact a dream). And I can’t tell people that I have already done this all, because they would think I am mad.

Anyway, there was likely more to the dream (like a plot, my dreams usually have a plot), but I’ve been awake long enough now that I don’t recall it.