Month: October 2000

Oy. Zannah posted a picture of the “Pukin’ Pumpkin” on her website. I must have received that in five separate emails today… I will not put a picture of it here — if you really want to see it, go here.

At the moment, I am visiting my father’s apartment, since it is a good deal closer to where I work. By driving less, I will have a much better chance of staying sane these next few days. Unfortunately, my father does not seem to have his speakers hooked up, and I don’t want to start messing with his system. Otherwise, I’d be listening to this guy‘s (no name to be found) Trios.

The extra hour of sleep this morning, given to us by the close of Daylight Savings Time, didn’t seem to help me recover from my exhausting weekend. All I really want to do is have a good dinner.

I was able to resolve my car troubles yesterday, though it did take all morning. It was worth it. Thanks to Jen who was able to drive me around all day — and even postpone her doctor’s appointment — so that I could get through the day. The only place I had problems with was the towing place that was storing my car because they apparently only take cash. But for the first time, the Department of Motor Vehicles was actually pretty helpful and friendly, I spent only thirty seconds in my insurance office, and a only dealt with a short wait at the police station.

Actually, I called from her car to change the appointment for her since she didn’t want to talk on the phone while driving, and the secretary on the phone called me Mr. Fogle (Jen’s last name). That was kind of weird.

I apologize if I sounded a little angry down there. It’s just been a frustrating time of year.

One big reason I want (-ed?) to teach is to inspire people the way I was inspired by a few of my teachers when I was younger. My current job doesn’t let me do this as much I would like, but from the one year I’ve worked full time at my current job, I may have touched one life in an unexpected sort of way.

To you I say, keep it up — the online writing as well as the music.

And it’s the thrill of “getting through” to that one person that keeps me doing what I do, whatever that may be.

How appropriate:

My feet is my only carriage
So I’ve got to push on through
But while I’m gone
Everything’s gonna be alright
Bob Marley, No Woman, No Cry

Every day we start our day not knowing how it will end. I believe that for myself, I need to live each day in such a way that when I (eventually) go to bed, I will feel good about who I am, what I do, and how I’ve done it. Somewhere over the last few months I’ve lost sight of this. Maybe I haven’t had time to remember.

Driving to and from work for a total of three hours a day makes me crazy — crazy enough to change lanes without my turn signal. Once you’ve gone that far, there’s no turning back, and you’ll find yourself without a car to drive.

If you know me, you probably already know the story. If you don’t know, and feel you need to know, email me.

I am going to go take a bath now. Thanks to Bryan and Jen who helped me out tonight. No thanks to the people who didn’t help — you know who you are.

Isn’t it funny how you can go to a few meetings, come back, and have 66 pieces of voicemail waiting for you? Isn’t it funny? Huh?

Alissa sets me straight on the fried fish:

So… just so we’re on the same page here… the fried fish wasn’t *shaped* like a fish, and it wasn’t *lifelike*…. it was an actual fish. The whole fish. They fried the whole entire fish, with the head and tail and everything. Did you not understand that? or is this another example of me not understanding your humor? I think you should change your weblog to say that…. you made it seem like they shaped a regular headless edible fish into something cartoonish, instead of the revolting thing it actually was.