Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Monday, September 26, 2005
We have a Maytag Neptune washing machine. Unfortunately, it appears we weren't using correctly. Thus, the gasket between the rotating drum and the door developed a hole in it. This is a Bad Thing.
A week ago last Thursday (the 15th, to be exact), I sat down in my office to start working. Unfortunately, something wasn't right.
I have a co-worker who is, basically, a bully. He's rude too, but that's another story. Unfortunately, I have had the dubious pleasure, as of late, of having to work directly with him.
On the way home this evening, I passed a woman talking on a cellphone and tailgating the car in front of her. Sounds like normal, eh? It would have been except that her car was festooned with the name of her company -- Bay Cities Driving School.
I seem to have done a better, financially, than a lot of the folks I hang out with. Whenever I attend a potluck-type event, I have a tendency to bring more than might be expected. Similarly, when I host a party, I try to make sure that there is plenty of food, enough so that I can send extras home with others. This is, I think, in large part, an attempt to share the wealth, if you will. My attempt at sharing what I have with those close to me who might not have as much.
Is there really a need for this? Do I really need to feel guilty? As one person said to me, "I might envy you but I'm certainly not resentful." Still, I feel uncomfortable, sometimes, talking about our plans for our house with people I know don't own a home. And yet, is there really a problem with it? And do I need to be overly generous to "share the wealth", as it were? Or, should I just not worry about it?
As if it weren't bad enough that your home was destroyed, your business wiped out, your community very nearly removed from the face of the earth, suppose you had to take a pay cut to help rebuild it? It seems Bush thinks it's a mighty spiffy idea.
Happy Birthday B.B.!
Most everyone, I think, would like to be wealthy, at least somewhat. I'm not talking Bill Gates/Larry Ellison wealthy, but, at the least, house-paid-off-nice-car wealthy. Personally, I'd like to pay off my mortgage and be able to buy a vacation home, and maybe a little tent trailer. Wealthy enough that I can afford to spend time with the kids, but I don't need to be so wealthy that I don't need income. (Though I wouldn't mind it.) And, at this point in my life, I don't mind "cheating".
The subject of wealth has been on my mind a lot lately. From keeping up on the world of the wealthy and lusting after yachts, to worrying about the attempts to turn social security into a tax break for the wealthy. This is the first of a serious of posts (in theory, anyway) to explore my conflicted feelings.
Here's an interesting one... a map-based business search engine. It's not complete (though it has my business listed) and seems to have a problem with getting rid of outdated listings (understandable), but the concept is actually pretty cool.
Okay, so it wasn't really a gunfight, at least not like you're thinking. Nonetheless, it involved guns and fighting, and it happened back when I was in high school.
The problem with exercise bikes is that pedalling faster doesn't make your thirty minutes pass any quicker.
It seems that the Google search engine has demonstrated true artificial intelligence. As proof, enter the word "failure" in the search box and hit the "I Feel Lucky" button. (Or click on the previous link and select the first result.)
Mystery Men is a fun film about a handful of unusual superheros who, naturally, must save the world. It's fun, that is, if you understand the one crucial bit of info that makes it all make sense. Otherwise, it's just a strange little film that you put in the corner and feel mildly uncomfortable about. (Warning: Spoilers follow!)
Maybe it's just because I have a son who refuses to go poo in the potty, but when I first saw this license plate -- BM4ME -- I completely failed to notice that it was on a BMW.
The folks over in Kansas are at it again. Yes, they haven't yet made it into the 19th century, let alone the age of technicolor. However, it seems not everyone is enamored by the idea of (un)intelligent design.
Some folks are demanding equal time for the equally logical and equally believable Flying Spaghetti Monster theory. I'm all for it, especially since it involves pirates. And there's even a really cool car plaque on the way!
Meanwhile, if you want to get a more precise handle on exactly why "intelligent design" is not science, the Continental Op over at Red Harvest pointed me to a British newspaper which has an excellent article on the subject.
A friend of mine got in touch to let me know about a project he's working on to help out the folks in New Orleans. It involves shipping buckets of supplies and such. Take a moment to zip over to the web page and see if you can help out, or if you have any contacts who might be able to help. If you're local, donations can be dropped off at Glide Memorial or contact Dori Caminong at Glide if you're elsewhere.
I think if I were to start an online journal today, having never had one before, I would call it "Battling My Demons" and the heading would feature a photo of Jared and a photo of Sara, each with the classic devil's horns and tails drawn, graffiti-style, on them. Perhaps mustaches too.
Me: "Why won't you go poo in the toilet?"
Jared: "I scared the toilet!"
Rachel: "The toilet is your friend."
Jared: "The poo-poo is my friend!"
I've been working towards buying a second, vacation home for some time now. I really like the Russian River area a lot, especially the part just West of Guerneville. I'd love to find a little place with lots of trees and lots of privacy, near the water but out of the flood zone.
A place we could take the kids for a week or a weekend, that we could rent out to help pay the mortgage, and where -- eventually -- we could retire. Well, this weekend, I found a place that would be nearly perfect.
Lets say it's the year-end-holiday-of-your-choice (or, more accurately, your employer's choice) and your boss wants to reward you for all your hard work during the past year. Your boss offers you a choice of a bonus of $300 or an extra day off anytime during the next year. Which would you pick? I know which one I'd go for.
Here it is September again and the kids are back in school. Which brings to mind my own educational career (such as it was). So here's your homework for September: Describe at least one significant, formative experience from your own school days. Extra credit for additional posts.
A lot of people get the day off for Labor day. If you are one of them, how did you spend it? We went shopping.
Being Labor Day, we thought a little barbeque might be in order. Since it was kinda late by the time we figured this out, we decided to pick up some rather than make it ourselves. Unfortunately, with the demise of Leon's, we were at a loss of what other choices there might be.
This morning, I learned that the father of a couple of boys whose swim lessons are concurrent with Jared's is from New Zealand. Meanwhile, another couple, with one daughter in Jared's class and the other in Sara's, comes from South Africa. While I knew that the Bay Area is pretty diverse, it still seemed pretty cool to me -- especially since they are both places I'd really like to go.