| droid |
[Jan. 3rd, 2010|06:28 am] |
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posting from the airport. hope thid works |
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| fly blood |
[Oct. 19th, 2009|10:02 pm] |
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There was a fly on the wall, and I shot it with a rubber band. It left a red mark. |
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| goats of Chabot |
[Oct. 11th, 2009|12:00 pm] |
The neighbor's motion sensitive lights tripped off this morning at five, presumably sensing the dawn. Nothing was moving outside, but they went one at five, and did not stop going off. I took a shower and went for a walk at Lake Chabot, not too far from our place.
I took a trail that I usually walk on. It winds over a few hills and through a few wooded areas. This time, I saw something new - goats. There were two areas with temporary electric fences. They were wired with car batteries. I only saw a single goat in one pen. The other contained dozens. 
The goats had all sorts of horns and different coats. When I approached the pen, lots of goats got up and started moving towards one side. They were mostly quiet, with the occasional bleat. The weather was overcast and cool - weather I love.
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| guns and grey |
[Oct. 5th, 2009|12:06 pm] |
So the NRA called this morning with the message that the UN is going to institute a world wide gun ban. I paused my shower and listened to a recorded message from their vice president of a conspiracy that involved Hillary Clinton. They were asking for like 140$.
( aliens and Myers-Briggs ... )
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| more sad |
[Nov. 17th, 2008|04:23 pm] |
Murphy the Hedgehog died. I think she went into hibernation due to the cold, and warming her back up made her go into shock. I'm very sad about this. I feel like such a bad parent. She didn't make it to a year and should have made 10.
We buried her last night, along with a favourite toy, underneath a favourite blanket and in her cosy little stuffed fabric sleeping cup. We planted a blood orange tree on top of her. Will think of her as the tree grows.
What I'll remember about the little hedgehog.- Her nose
- Her ears
- The cute little whiffling squeaks she would make when happy
- The tea kettle just about to boil hisses she would make when upset
- how she liked to run up my chest and cuddle in my neck
- how she liked to snatch food
- how she liked to help Tracy cook
- how she liked to watch TV with us
One day, she got loose. I paniced. I looked all around the house and did not find her. I was worried she had fallen down the ash chute in the fireplace and dug ash out of there. I blocked it off after I didn't find anything, so that she couldn't fall in it. I was not at work that day, and I felt something on my toe. At first, she nudged my toe, then nipped it, saying "here I am, I want to go back in my cage now".
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| lost post from months back |
[Nov. 17th, 2008|04:21 pm] |
Live Journal found this entry that I had meant to post but didn't
I've not posted for a while. Not only am I lazy, but things have been happening. Click below for more.
( what I've been up to )
Well, I'm alive. Tom says hi and meow. Huck says meow a lot. Hedgehogs are cute. We'll have pictures. |
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| where am I? |
[Feb. 20th, 2008|08:04 am] |
I've not posted for a while. Not only am I lazy, but things have been happening. Click below for more.
Well, I'm alive. Tom says hi and meow. Daphne rubs her cheek. Huck says meow a lot. Hedgehogs are cute. We'll have pictures. |
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| hunting down the houses |
[Dec. 15th, 2007|07:31 pm] |
Hey folks,
Am looking for a house and have pictures of the following houses. I'm curious as to what you think of the houses we are looking at currently. I have pictures at
http://www.bigpanda.com/~wolf/house/index.php.
Note : I'm not a photographer
Note2 : I don't have a coolio photograph program, so I wrote a nearly brainless one. |
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| new home? |
[Nov. 27th, 2007|10:12 pm] |
Well, I visited Hayward at night. I wanted to get a feel for the neighborhood. Hayward has a mixed reputation, with dangerous neighborhoods close to Oakland. This neighborhood is further east, up the hills not far from a university.
There is a cute house up there that ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fenowyn and I might buy. It's up the hills, 2 or three blocks from Mission St. There is a horse farm visible from the front gate. You can hear roosters. One block north is just hill or (mountain depending on your point of view).
It's a one story with no basement of course. A decent sized yard though. It would be about 20 miles from my work and about 20 miles from the Copenhagen bakery. |
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| bye bye Michigan |
[Nov. 13th, 2007|11:18 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  worried | ] |
I'm leaving Michigan. I didn't get to explore much of the state. I feel weird about leaving. I will be back in the Bay Area by the end of the week.
I experienced many things helping out in the bakery. I'm sure the experience has changed me in ways. I don't know how permanent those changes are.
I should be looking forward to my new job more than I am. It's a perl programmer position combing through data. I do like that sort of thing. I'm maybe a little shell shocked and am expecting to go "whoopee" at any moment, but that's not hit me yet either.
I drempt that two bald friends (they were dream friends...not actual people that I really know) had their skulls removed and were walking around with their brains exposed. It was uncomfortable for me to watch them, and see their brains kind of wiggle a bit. They were so exposed and I kept hoping they would put the skulls back on soon. I think one of them had misplaced their skull, too.
I feel sad, weary, restless and scared about the future. |
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| dream of peace |
[Oct. 17th, 2007|08:37 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  sleepy | ] |
The setting was a burned out marketplace/mall/grocery store in the desert. There were no walls taller than about 3 feet tall. It was maze-like and there were snipers from both sides that would come there. I was on one side for whatever reason and had the mission of clearing out snipers and setting a trap for them. I really didn't want to do that, so I just farted around there. I was too late, the snipers were returning so I just got up and walked nonchalantly out of the store, passing by the snipers who noticed me but did nothing. I had left some apples there, and I heard the people who came to the store talking about them. They were Palestinian and even if they were snipers, they really didn't care to fire a shot. Eventually, a tacit and unspoken agreement was made by both sides to not get to any fighting. We'd hang out and talk mostly and after a while, there were more groceries in the shop. War was raging elsewhere, but it was deliberately being procrastinated here. |
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| reading live journal |
[Oct. 16th, 2007|12:48 pm] |
I was reading live journal and I hear the noise of the truck. It was the Dawn delivery truck that made the turn on our corner. I had thought they didn't see anyone downstairs in the bakery and took off.
I ran downstairs with my keys and wallet dressed in a bathrobe and in barefeet. I waved to the truck and they kept on going. I see them turn a corner so I jump into our delivery van, barrel through the light making a turn, then heading to that corner where their truck was. The low speed persuit ended at a donut shop. I roll down the window and chat with the guys. No, they didn't have our order. This was the second time in a row that they had screwed up. The delivery folks were nice enough to call in to their office and they called us to reschedule. Some bakery with a similar name in Ann Arbor got our shipment apparently. |
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| welp, the plan |
[Sep. 27th, 2007|07:46 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | new whine | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Bay City | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | wanderlustig | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | sugar beet trucks going by | ] |
Just woke up from a 4 hour nap. In an other four hours, I'll be back at work in the bakery, doing stuff and things. We have a small order for a small coffee shop in Saginaw (a nearby larger city than Bay City). Sleep either comes or it doesn't. I might go downstairs and much on spaghetti brought from one of the many spaghetti fundraisers in Bay City.
The plan these days? Get a tech job back in the west coast or east coast. Don't particularly care right now. The bakery's drivin me freakin' nuts. It's the lack of anything else in my life other than that thing. I seem cursed to try something new once a year. I'd go gladly with something old.
Might be fun to work at a search engine company. Might be hell too. Better the devil that I don't know. I've been putting together a portfolio of sorts. Another experiment. This one hosted on bigpanda. I will probably dig out my midi music generator and maybe animal learning game to include in the portfolio.
The "new jersey" category is kinda fun. It comes up with what you might expect, but then includes
a category for Kevin Smith. |
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| healthcare |
[Jul. 4th, 2007|01:12 pm] |
If could open a non-profit healthcare company, this is how it would be. It would be based upon the thesis that people who strive to be healthy would tend to wind up being so, and that active health maintenance reduces the overall cost of heatlhcare.
There would be no group plan, just a flat rate for all.
Twice yearly checkups are not merely free, they are mandatory.
Doctors would be able to perscribe smoking cessation, draft exercise regiemes and general health maintenence counciling.
Covering all right off the bat in this country would not be possible. This company would only be open to minors initially and those without pre-existing conditions. That policy would continue until the company has enough capitol to insure everyone else. |
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| America |
[Jul. 4th, 2007|09:33 am] |
Happy Birthday America!
I watched the fireworks last night (yes, last night), and Bay City does a fine fireworks display. The rockets are launched from an island and the shore of the Saginaw river and we found seats about 100 yards from the launch point.
I have done a little traveling in my life and I do have to say that there is nothing quite like the US with its mix of people, quick adaptive culture. It's not a country, a government, a people. It's the culture. It's problems and evils and sins are the problems, evils and sins of humans in general. The ability to genocide, enslave, erase cultures and religion and ideas, this is intrinsic in people in general, and not any specific group or race. Vigilance, luck and caring are the only defense. |
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| nightmares |
[May. 17th, 2007|03:45 pm] |
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| | Neil Young | ] |
I don't have nightmares like normal people, but lately maybe I have been. Not nightmares, just rather bad dreams. It's been a constant stream of stress dreams. At least I have been dreaming. It's been a while since I was in that world. It's as real to me as any other reality, just not necessarily as seemingly stable.
Walking around the Jersey shore, the tidal wave was gathering. I thought it was further than it was, then it rained down around. This wasn't life threatening, but was a deep change in the me of me and of my dream companions. Things were flooded then, and we were floating with it.
Last night, I got on a bus going the wrong direction. I would turn about when I reached Essexville. The road was from an earlier dream with little towns along the way. As the bus was making its way, a woman in a convertable smashed into a front fender of the bus. We stopped the bus and tried to see if she was allright. I called on my cell but the police or ambulance were not coming. She seemed all right, but then I had to wake up. I had mis-set the alarm and I had to wake up early to go to a conference that HealthMedia put together. |
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| mind hacking |
[May. 11th, 2007|04:56 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | ann arbor | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | fearfull | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | modest mouse | ] |
Long ago in my long evaporated past, I was
a rather different person than I am now. I was
shocked to learn at 5 or 6 (my Mom's mom was
alive then, and this was on a trip to visit her. That is how I arrive at the age)
that humans were animals. This horribly offended me and I wished to deny it, but I realized I could not.
At that young age, I wanted to be a scientist, to play with technology.
When I was a little older, I saw Star Wars and decided soon after
that I wanted to build R2D2 and C3PO. I suppose the reverberations
of that want still constitute the framework of my mind.
The old me may be diluted by time, but what it set up endures in me.
I have a scant bit of time before I must head north back to
Bay City and the bakery. I have prepared myself as best I can
with sleep and very little caffine through the week.
The accursed (yet occasionally blessed) bakery tears and rends at us,
it has swallowed us and shreaded us and is ripping us apart.
Right now, I don't know if we can survive this thing. It's eaten all
money, time, life and relaxation. It has the hint of a promise of
more relaxing times, but only if we get dependable help, and Bay City seems to have little of that. |
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| rain in ann arbor |
[Apr. 26th, 2007|05:02 pm] |
Today it is raining in Ann Arbor. Lorena McKinnet
is playing Sunday and there are tickets to get,
but the bakery calls on Monday, and who can resist
that siren call? Business is steady, our oldest
employee succumbed to stress and quit (either that,
or the camera watching over the till made her
nervous).
In any case, we had to do the tacky thing and put
a camera to watch over the till. Since that was
put in place, the till has been balancing very
closely.
Things will be rough without her for a while,
but there was little she did that
required all that much training. Even I made
decent looking napoleons on the first try. |
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| Darth Vader's bathroom |
[Apr. 23rd, 2007|04:53 pm] |
Darth Vader is a busy guy I'm sure. He is probably
always on his feet, doesn't have much time to do
laundry, go to the store or go for a walk. His
work his hard and he almost never takes a break.
Every so often, he allows himself a short 10 min
bathroom break. You see that happen in Empire Strikes
Back and even there he is interrupted.
I can sympathize after a crazy few hours in the bakery.
There are days where you on the counter and a steady
stream of customers if coming in, and everyone else
is insanely busy. I tend to work more quickly and
even more accurately when I have to go to the
bathroom bad. It allows for extra focus some how,
but when I can finally pull away for a few moments
and lock that door, just sitting down for those
five minutes feels amazing. |
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| twilight zone |
[Mar. 12th, 2007|12:17 am] |
We ran out of heavy cream and there is a cake due to-morrow that requires some. While shopping at the largest grocery store on the east side of town, I could not find any. I asked a clerk who had never heard of it. 'Heavy Cream?' 'Whipping Cream'? I was pointed to the cans of spray whipping cream crap. I asked the greeter who made a phone call about it. An older man, he recalled that his mother used it to make whipped cream long ago. It is as if the stuff has been edited out of the history of Bay City somehow.
On a related note, I roused fenowyn from sleep to ask for directions to the larger grocery store on the other side of town. "Cross the bridge" she said, "and come to the light. That light has a dirty pastry bag someone threw on the floor....*mumble*". She's not always coherent when woken up suddenly. |
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