I’m sitting in the Jeep enjoying the winter sunshine during my early lunch hour. The screen of my iPad is very reflective, so I thought I was long overdue for a vanity shot.
(Updated 11 Jan 10 1836 EST to actually include the photo, since the WordPress app on the iPad sucks so bad.)
It was very early in our relationship when Earl discovered that I had a habit of sleepwalking once in a while. We still lived in the apartment and he found me standing in the walk-in closet of our bedroom. I was just standing there, seemingly asleep. He gently guided me back to bed, made sure I was tucked in and then went to back to bed. The next morning he asked if I remembered standing in the closet; I had no recollection of any of the event, but I told him that I have been known to sleepwalk once in a while. My mom tells of another favourite pasttime I had as a kid; I would shout out but be completely asleep. She’d check on me and I’d be making fighting motions in the air and be yelling about spiders or something. I wouldn’t let her turn off the light.
I still sleepwalk from time to time. Earl usually finds me in front of the window looking at the sky. Like before, he guides me to bed and I don’t remember a thing.
Apparently last night I added a new twist to my occasional nighttime activity for this morning my friend Greg alerted me to an e-mail I sent him shortly after midnight last night. The contents of the were a bit babbly and somewhat corresponded to a dream that I remembered having. I noticed that there were a lot of typos (something I try to avoid) and a strong element of incoherence in my dreamy prose, but apparently I was aware enough to compose the e-mail and hit send.
It would seem that having a computer near the bed is a dangerous thing.
Today my co-workers began to notice that I have posted a photo on my cubicle wall.
Printed out and photographed before being attached to the cubicle wall.
The picture is obviously of Lauren Tewes, a screencap of the credits from the first season of The Love Boat. Since I used the screencaps of Julie McCoy as an illustration of maintaining a positive outlook, I decided a reminder at work was appropriate.
It has done wonders. I haven’t snarled or yelled at or bitten a customer yet this week.
A couple of people have asked why Julie McCoy and I give them the same story I outlined in the previous blog entry. I also add that if I was just a tad bit gayer, at this very moment I’d probably be a Julie McCoy on a cruise ship somewhere. Not that I think that being gay has anything to do with being a cruise director, well at least the kind on a ship, but it probably would lead my path in that direction.
One of the things that I never seem to remember but always seem to realise is that if I don’t formulate a blog entry by 7:00 p.m. at the latest on any particular day, it’s most likely not going to happen. I don’t know why this is but I suspect it has to do with the fact that the creativity just falls out of my head at any random moment after I belch out my dinner. I daydream of brilliant, I tell you _brilliant_ blog entries and then I never write them down and then they fall away into nothingness. So I end up either not writing a blog entry or writing a blog entry about not writing blog entries.
I think one of the things that is affecting me tonight is that it is 84F at 10:20 p.m. It’s friggin’ hot. And being that this is usually a cold part of the state, there is no air conditioning in our house. I’m going to stick to the sheets all night.
Perhaps as I steam I’ll come up with something witty to write in the middle of the night.
Them: So what did you do this weekend?
Me: As scantily clad slave boys served me (non-alcoholic) drinks, I watched as naked men and women danced with fire coming out of their mouths. Then I drank wheat grass.
Them: If you didn’t want to say what you did, you just had to say so.
Me: Okay.
One thing that I have noticed over the past couple of weeks is that I am undergoing a definite change in my taste in music. Whereas I have always been a fan of 80s stuff and anything new that is danceable (house and trance music), especially being DJ SuperCub and all, these days I am being drawn to tracks from the mid 60s to the mid 70s. For example, as I plonk this blog entry on my iPhone keyboard, I have listened to:
“Help Me” by Joni Mitchell
“Crystal Blue Persuasion” by Tommy James and the Shondells
“Feelins” by The Grass Roots
I am loving the honest musicianship in these tracks. There is very little in the way of electronic augmentation. Well, the technology on the track is used for effect, not complete replacement of a need of musicianship. The electronic stuff doesn’t attempt to cover up a deficiency, it enhances a natural talent.
This is all a complete 180 from cranking up a deep trance track and engaging in an E-like experience. I’m
curious as to the cause of my change in attitude with music but I must admit I’m enjoying the trip of what I’ve been
listening to.
Now I’m listening to “One Of These Nights” by The Eagles. It always used to remind me of being a kid in the back seat of my Dad’s muscle car. Now it reminds me of a certain warm Nebraska night when Earl and I were in search of a hotel. I just remmbered the town in Nebraska: Scottsbluff. That has been bothering me for weeks.
Perhaps I’m ramping up for the nicer weather.
In today’s world it’s all about the green, green, green. Whether you’re talking about money or the environment, it’s all green, though today we are talking about the environment.
I am in the process of setting up a business trip to Oklahoma City. The cheapest fare thus far is $414. The trip out there, for $414 is as follows:
Syracuse -> Chicago -> Los Angeles -> Dallas/Ft. Worth -> Oklahoma City
The total flight time would be 17 1/2 hours.
A whirlwind tour of the clouds above the United States all for $414!
Actually, there is a side of me that is really intrigued by that flight and would actually enjoy the experience. However, because this is a business trip time is of the essence.
After reading about this route I was too tired to see how they were going to get me home, but I suspect it had something to do with Anchorage, Boston and Miami.
So I have a song stuck in my head tonight. I learned how to play the marimba part in college.
Even back in 1968 I was the life of the party. Last night my uncle showed me the Christmas card my parents sent out for Christmas 1968.
Just a guy with a husband. We’ve been together 28 years and he still makes me see fireworks on a daily basis. Hiker. Storm Chaser. Private Pilot. Tech Guy. Hackerish.
Weird? Eccentric!