Chinese Wisdom
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May 18, 2006
May 11, 2006
Hmm... What have I been up to?
- Current Projects
- Counterpunch website update.
- Riding the bike. When it doesn't fucking RAIN. grrrr...
- Learning more about MySQL/PHP/CSS. I bought some books and I am enjoying them. I want to write a recipe program. It's OK to be a nerd once in a while.
- Playing guitar. Man we are going to have so much material when it comes time to record again. I can't wait.
- Playing EA's From Russia With Love for PS2. God damn this game is hard.
- On The Backburner
- Working on the house. The back room is now finished except for the closet door, which needs to be trimmed. I should post a pic. Anyway once that's done I plan on moving a bunch of junk into that room so we can start working on other areas of the house.
- eBaying. I have a lot of crap to get rid of. Need to take pics, write up sales stuff, research prices, etc.
- Playing drums. Haven't for like 3 weeks now, great scott! Need to set up some Bad Religion playlists and get my chops up...
- Future Projects
- Remix the Counterpunch record. Go 'nam on it. Agh. This pains my soul.
- Bad Religion cover band project with Josh from Break The Silence and Jared.
- I think Superfri still wants to record, but I haven't heard from them in a while.
- Put more pics up, here, at this.perfect.lie, and at flickr. Come to think of it, here's a quick one...
May 04, 2006
Choice
I have come to the realization that many of my limitations in life are the direct result of failing to make a choice. I have always envied people who have one true calling. They love animals, so they become a vetrinarian. That is a good life.
I don't know where I'm going with this, I'm just saying...
Catharsis
Catharsis: a sudden emotional breakdown or climax that constitutes overwhelming feelings of great pity, sorrow, laughter, or any extreme change in emotion that results in the renewal, restoration and revitalization for living.
It is garbage day today. I found some stuff I probably should have thrown out a long time ago.
I found forms with letterhead from the Catholic Church. The green form talked about requirements for photography and videography. A business card fell to the floor and contained the name of a string quartet that, long ago, someone thought just might be perfect for what we were looking for. The blue forms held important dates with meetings with priests and other couples that we never went to.
The folder from Chubb insurance welcomed us to the Chubb family and contained the details of our insurance policy. The insurance policy was for a 2/3 carat diamond ring. My mom did me the favor of disposing of that stone for me. The insurance forms got thrown on the top of the recycle bin, on the off chance that some thief might snoop through it at the dump and find her name and address and choose to steal her identity and make her life a living hell for the next seven years or so. Not that I'm vengeful or anything.
Christmas cards. Birthday cards. Little notes. A stuffed animal. Good fucking bye.
I want to say that I don't know why I didn't get rid of this stuff a long time ago, but I do. It was painful to see all this stuff one last time. If the house had burned down, I would have been glad to see those things burn with everything else. It was hard to pull the trigger myself though. Harder than it should have been, anyway.
In the end, it felt great.
May 01, 2006
Going A Short Way To Make A Point
Going a Short Way To Make A Point (Washington Post Article).