Sunday, March 27, 2005

Illinois Wins!

To me the most striking image of the game was seeing a reference to Isaiah 41:10 written on Roger Powell's shoes. I knew he did this, but that was the first time I actually saw the camera pan down to his shoes on national television.

I admire this type of courage.

Friday, March 25, 2005

The Fast Begins.

Good Friday?
No more food till Holy Saturday?

I've been looking at CT scans and the analysis of bone scans on Terri Shiavo. To me it looks like Michael beat Terri to put her into the hospital, beat her after she was in the hospital, injected her with insulin to kill her, and has finally figured out how to kill her through a sick judge and the rest of this spineless government. He's not motivated by money, he's motivated by fear. He's afraid she might recover and testify against him.

Clearly he is in denial that Terri will soon get her day in court, and the Judge will be impartial, and the punishment eternal.

Just let me go on the record to say that nobody is allowed to kill me. No matter what. You can let me die if I'm dying anyway, but don't kill me, don't starve me to death. Not like that, I don't want to go out like that. I'd much rather be nailed to a cross where at least I'll die quickly. (But don't do that either, thanks.)

Happy Holy Friday.

Monday, March 21, 2005

Step one complete.

I got the call today that I have been waiting for. I didn't accept the offer right away, because it was initally about 10% less than what I currently get, and quickly dropped to 4% less when I complained, but I don't think it is going to improve more or end up at an actual increase.

I can expect to overcome the initial drop in about a year, but it sure would have been easier had they offered me 10% more, not 4% less. Oh well, I guess that's how the market goes. Now I have to decide what to do about it. Any suggestions? Anybody know what I'm talking about?

It is a nice improvement in terms of opportunities, but right now I'm in a financial pinch due to the 20% or so overbudget coach house project.

I think I should just go with it. I told them I'd sleep on it and call back tomorrow. When do I tell the boss? Now or after I accept?

The next day or so are going to be rough on me. Thanks everyone for your prayers.

Fortunately I just finished an important piece of code here at work.

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Life is great.

I'm in a wonderful mood. I think I must be getting too much sleep.

I had a great weekend so far. On Thursday I went out to Carson's for some wonderful pork chops. I even enjoyed their salad, and I got desert. I slept very well after all that food. I feel this was a respectable way to celebrate Rami's middle name day. I think that also started out the weekend on the right foot.

I then got up early (5 not 9) in the morning and wore a suit to work, so that I could head from work to Pete's wedding (my old college roommate.) It is amazing the reactions you get when you wear a suit to work at a place where jeans and t-shirts are the norm. It was fun.

The wedding was also fun. I think Pete and Sarah invited close to a majority of their friends from college and from work. It was a great time. I felt obliged to enjoy a gin and tonic and some wine, despite my Lenten resolution. However, unlike some of the "Catholics" at my table, I opted for the eggplant (which was excellent) over the steak.... which actually looked a bit over-cooked.

It was fun to see all the old faces. And I got to dance too. Not well, mind you, but if somebody needs a dance partner, I'm there. I love it. In this case our old neighbor Allison --whose name I couldn't remember at the begining of the night-- wanted to dance, and her boyfriend Mayo (with a short A) was having none of it, so she recruited me. High heels and a deficient sense of rhythm didn't help, but the enthusiasm was there at least. The old people have it right. Dancing is fun, and when the music is playing you should be dancing. Good for the calves and lower back.

Anyway, speaking of "good for the lower back:" at nine am on Saturday Davy came past (as promised) and got me out of bed to first go buy a wheelbarrow and then shovel dirt for a little over an hour. With two people and two shovels, a lot of dirt can be moved. I think I am going to try to make a routine of shoveling some dirt for an hour or so every night when I come home. I suspect I can fill that trench myself with enough time, and if I don't pull any muscles I'll end up with less back pain and stronger shoulders.

At 1 pm on Saturday I headed out to our soccer tournament. I was feeling exhausted after we won our first game. All I had ate was some left over linguini and water before the game. We had an hour break and then played the second round. It was a tough game, but we won, I think the score was 9 to 11. I spent a lot of time in goal. We were up for the whole game, I think, and we tried to play a defensive game. But I think it wore us out. Our third game at four pm was too much for us. I got my second wind after eating an orange. (Amazing what a little sugar will do.) I had been taking it easy, and at the end of the third game I actually scored two goals and almost a third, but we ended up losing 7 to 4 or so. At least the team that beat us was genuinly good, good sports, and worthy of the win. A lot of the teams we played to get there were poor sports, overly agressive, and whiney.

We then went out to celebrate and watch the illinois game. I had a beer in celebration. (Okay, I think this was probably a poor exception to my Lenten resolution, but we did play some excellent soccer, faught hard for second place, and they gave us coupons for free pitchers of beer at the bar.)

I then stopped past Kevin's St Joseph dinner party. I was sweaty from playing three hours of soccer, hadn't shaved, had shoveled dirt in the morning, had eaten a burger out at the bar, so wasn't even that hungry for the food that Kevin had prepared. But I decided to stop by, because it was on the way home anyway. The food was great. Pasta. Appropriate. Everyone was supposed to bring a bottle of wine, so there was lots of that. (St. Joseph day is a good excuse to drink wine, right?) My teammate Wendy came with. We both bailed early though, because of sheer exhaustion after such a long day.

I miss my hot-tub.

I woke up without an alarm today, and feel great. Very sore, but in a good way. I am now sitting in front of my computer listening to music in my studio. I'm very happy with my decision to buy the new monitor speakers. I won't regret it.

I found my inhaler before the soccer game. Thanks St Anthony. I got an email from Chris, saying Katie is doing much better, although she can't remember the last 72 hours, and is still in the hospital.

Monday, March 14, 2005


Anechoic Chamber... chamber... chamber!

Things seemed to go well today. I should be less stressed soon.

Thanks for all the prayers guys.

"I use what I call the warrior-priest-clown method. In life you have to be strong, honest, spiritual and funny.” -- Barrabas

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Happy St Patty's Day.

That was fun, huh, guys?

Had the lovely drink Guinness to celebrate St Patrick's day out at the Irish American Heritage Center.

Katheryn Petty was kind enough to invite everyone... Thanks... you rock! It was fun.

I'll send you a copy of the incriminating pictures when I get them scanned in. They were pre-digital. (Not that you actually read my blog... but that's a public promise.)

Unfortunately I came back home smelling like smoke, and with a terrible headache. In that sense it was very similar to last year. Last year I came back very sick from the smoke. So much so that I was actually sick to my stomach. This year wasn't so bad. I had to take some ibuprofen when I got home, but I'm fine now. Also last year it was Ashley and George with me along with Sonjia who was in town from New York, and Colleen who I was dating... but my company of Chris and Oscar worked well this year.

Knew four Kates at the place... you know it must be an Irish bar.

Saw Patrice and Chris... I met them last year. Of course I had to be reminded of their names, but that's fine, right?

Goofy: first Patrice is mad because I didn't get her name right, and then she gives me a kiss goodbye. Was I wearing my "kiss me I'm Irish shirt?" or am I really that much better looking without a beard?

Note: The banisters at IAHC are perfect for sliding down, especially in a wool coat.

Interview question: What is the most risky thing you have ever done?

Terror Alert Posted by Hello

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Missed Pete's Bachelor Party.

I'm a wreck this week. I feel sore like I'm getting sick, but I don't really think I'm getting sick. I think I'm not getting enough sleep. Tomorrow I have soccer and an all day Irish party. I'm still not sure if I'm going to make an exception to my no alcohol lent or not. I have been putting off a lot of preparation that I should be doing this weekend for a "special event" on Monday... that will not be described in detail.

I have been putting off my taxes.

I told Eric today (in an email) to not start any additional expensive obligations on the garage project, because I'm running out of money and want to make sure that the money goes where it is supposed to, and not toward extra things that I can delay.

I'm going to need to take up a lot of people on a lot of favors soon. I need to get insulation, dry wall, paint, cabinets, floor, trim, etc. done on the super cheap (ideally: no labor cost) in order to get this done without going into a ton of debt.

Anybody feel they owe me some serious hours of manual labor?

I think I've lost some of my usual confidence lately. I don't know wehre it's gone. I'm actually worried about my image and what I say and how I say it and lots of petty things that have never mattered to me. What's wrong with me?

My grandma turns 100 on Wednesday. She had a great party this weekend. One thing she said to me that I really liked hearing was: "I've never been sick." How awesome is that?

I hope I got her genes.

I talked to an unnamed friend today who looked very concerned about her increasing age. I'm not feeling it yet. I'll let you know when I really start feeling old. But I definitely know I'm not 21 any more.

P.S. Now that I'm back in the no-beard club, I'm also back on the single and available list. Anybody know any single Catholic women (or Catholic men who want to introduce me to their single friends?)... yo, hook me up already?!

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

International Women's Day

Congratulations Women! It's your day! (I sincerely hope it wasn't a women who came up with this day. I'm sure I could find out, but I don't really want to know.)

It's like saying... the rest of the year is ours!

Last year at this time I was in England.

Yesterday I installed speaker wires in my walls to put sound into my kitchen. It had been annoying me that I couldn't hear the stereo in the living room when I was washing dishes. Problem solved.
I now have speakers in the breakfast room, kitchen living room and of course in the recording studio that all can play the same music if I like.

This was prompted by having bought some Mackie HR824 Studio Monitor Speakers. Let's just say they sound great.

Friday, March 04, 2005

Bye Bye Beard Party.

The party was a success despite the poor turn-out. I can't complain actually, because people did show up. Oscar was nice enough to stick around and press the camera button. Ashley was a sport too.

Julia had a rough day at work, and didn't come, so Krista didn't come either. Of course Julia is a social worker, so aren't all her days at work going to be bad? Boy I wouldn't want her job.

Cindy was going to come out, but I called her and warned her not to bother when only ash and Oscar were around.

Chris Luther figured (incorrectly) that since he was late he probably missed the fun, so he did his own thing.

Sue discovered she had to go to Wisconsin for a Music Therapy conference.

Colleen called to say she wouldn't be coming by on her way to Tinley Park, although as of yesterday she had planned on "stopping by on the way."

It turns out my cousin Terry now has a beard. My aunt Lorry said I should keep mine. I decided to shave it in part because I want to look unobtrusive for my Grandmother's 100th birthday party this weekend.

The following pictures are in order. You should probably scroll to the bottom and then look at them in chronological order.

Yes, of course I do! Posted by Hello

Don't I look more happy without a beard? Posted by Hello

Don't let this one get out. Posted by Hello

Adolf. Posted by Hello

Used Car Salesman. Posted by Hello

Criminal. Posted by Hello

Mario! Posted by Hello

Maybe keep this look? Posted by Hello

Woah! Posted by Hello

Yeehaw! Posted by Hello

Way Country. Posted by Hello

Country. Posted by Hello

Ming. Posted by Hello

Goatee. Posted by Hello

Sides. Posted by Hello

Bye Bye Beard! Posted by Hello