Wednesday, September 30, 2009

(Non) mea culpa

A couple of weeks ago, I recounted an incident during my early adulthood in which I lied to my parents and sneaked off down to DC to catch a rock concert with some friends. I was gently reminded that such a revelation might be upsetting to said parents, and that reminder has caused no small amount of introspection on my part. As a soon-to-be father, I can certainly sympathize with such a sentiment. I can certainly see where it would cause me no small amount of distress were I to learn that one of my children had not only lied to me, but crowed about doing so afterwards. Setting aside the specific details of my own upbringing - which, in the grand American scheme of things, was somewhat unusual but by no means unique – all I can say is that the greatest amount of any regret that I may feel stems not from the trip or revelation thereof, but from the falsehood told to facilitate such, and the fact that, were something to have happened during that day, my parents would have been in the dark for an untold number of hours as to my ultimate disposition.

However – and this does have to do with the specifics of my upbringing – I do feel no small amount of regret that, ultimately, in order for me to pursue that particular moment of self-indulgence, the lie - right or wrong, for ill or no - had to be told; such a condition is one that I would hope to avoid bringing about for my children. Easy thing for a parent to say, for a surety, and, in the end, the measured level of veracity of the interaction between a child and its parent is the only surefire way in which to determine whether or not such an endeavourer was ultimately successful. I'd like to think that my parents were largely successful, given that I mostly told the truth to them regarding my comings and goings, and my younger brother, given that his overall temperament and predisposition to general contrariness is almost the polar opposite of mine, probably did even more so. I'd like to be at least as successful as my parents were in my upbringing, but can probably expect not to be any more so.

As for the rest -



Caveat Lector: Those who read the writings of others, especially those with whom they are related to or closely associated with, should probably not be surprised when that person writes something that is not to their total liking; the risks of such are greater when we are dealing with people who have been separated in time and space from one another. People change, and even those with whom we are the most simpatico are likely to let us down with their viewpoints from time to time.

Caveat Scriptor: Those of us who scribe notre mots for public consumption should be mindful of the fact that our audience, be they hand picked or not, is a diverse bunch who will react in different ways from one another to the same series of written words. A lot of this has to do with the depth of their relationships to us – usually those who think that they know us the best may be the most surprised – and disappointed – at some of our revelations. While the more libertarian side of me strongly resists the urge to edit myself or advise such of others, my more learned, experienced and sagacious aspects urrge a strong sense of caution and tact when disseminating ones thoughts.

Finally -

I know that there a few people who had known me at various points during my life who are probably very surprised at the take that I have on several issues presently, given that they knew me as one type  of person. I would like to say that, at the core, I still hold many of the same values and have the same personality that endeared me to my friends at points past, and that any changes evident in my outlook more positively affect the quality of my interactions with people for the better; still, the more pragmatic side of me knows that some of the shifts may be marked enough to effect a sense of disappointment in some; I guess that such is the price that I willingly (but  never gladly) pay for not remaining a static individual.


Monday, September 28, 2009

Life as it is...

A couple of weeks ago, Carrie and I finally took the plunge, made the trip to Lowes, and bought a plethora of painting supplies in the vainglorious assumption that we would be able to prime and paint over 1000 square feet of wall space in a single three-day weekend. Expansion bolts, cheap hardware, generally shoddy shelving and curtain rod installation and time spent on masking and edging said 1000 square feet of wall space quickly brought our rather high hopes skidding earthwards,  and that was before a scary and tense night in the hospital brought on by Carrie going into the initial stages of appendicitis and her recovery from such.

We had spent the next week laying low while Carrie recovered from her surgery, and, as she took her tentative first steps to a life which is for now normal (meaning that she, as the mother of twins, can only be expected to not feel sick or unwell roughly the same percentage of the time as  Carrie-the-not-expectant-mother-of-twins could be expected to feel sick or unwell), we enlisted the aid of friends to help us in our endeavours.

Thankfully, many of them came through for us, and for the past couple of weeks at least two of them have been helping us prime and paint our living room, and prime (at least the high-hiding prime, since the previous owners chose a rather bold colour palette that I can best describe as "Mexican Taqueria"). However, we had to once again readjust our expectations of many things downwards. We were able to get a single coat of paint on the living room walls, we didn't get any trim work done, and the hallway and kitchen are still crying out for attention. Meanwhile, we've decided to re-paint the kids room a slightly less aggressive shade of green (one that does not induce epileptic seizures in otherwise un-challenged individuals), and we've come to the conclusion that, since neither one of us does this for a living, we should opt on the side of sanity and cut ourselves some slack when it comes to how the paint looks on the walls.

So - add a slowly progressing painting project into the many things that we as new homeowners need to get done.  I was going to seal the deck and prune the trees, but the former can wait while it's too late for the latter. I've got to put my personal efforts into "acquiring" a set of sawhorses (Lowes or that nicely-placed set in the common alleyway behind our house will suffice), taking the doors down, resanding them both, refinishing one while repainting the other, and  - oh - the Baby Project awaits.

But it's all good. I mean, I feel much more satisfaction doing these things as a homeowner and knowing that we're investing our time and hearts into something that we'll get the emotional benefit of for as long as we choose to have it rather than doing the same in an apartment and having to get the owner's permission to effect our desires upon our living space. Regardless of how long this process takes - I'll be holding that thought in my heart.

In other news...

A couple of weekends ago, I injured my foot while gallivanting about our backyard sans footwear (a folly I normally from which I normally refrain). I spent the next week or so healing, and then after my drive down to Oregon to attend a training seminar, I spent the next couple of weeks knee-deep in housework. This morning, for the very first time in three weeks, I ran my usual route.


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I made it from Orcas to Mrytle to Graham - 1.5 miles - without stopping,but the uphill grade on the way northwards from Myrtle back to Orcas, proved just a bit much for me, and I had to walk for a couple of blocks before running the rest of the way back to Orcas. Still, I think that I did rather well for not having ran for the past three weeks.

Concerning running:

I've a couple of personal challenges that I'd like to take on before the year lets out:
  • A lap around Greenlake (Inner): About 3 miles
  • A lap around Seward Park: I think that this is around 2 miles
  • Going Northward on Queen Anne Ave.: Not very far (maybe a mile), but all uphill.

Friday, September 11, 2009

11 September 2009

Amidst the cacophony of words both more eloquent and coarse than mine, in the fray with those both more sage and less discrete, I shall add my thoughts regarding this day.
As an American, I feel a sense of loss over those who had died, a sense of rage over those who seek to do us harm, and a sense of fear that, the fact being that there are some amongst us who have and still seek to politicize the events that happened on this day eight years ago to justify their own narrow-mindedness, we have lost the humility, perspective, gregariousness and moral high ground that we so proudly bore as Americans in the weeks following the tragedy.
As one who was once a member of this nations military, I still feel shocked and humiliated that, for all our mighty weaponry and high technology, we were unable to prevent the actions of a dedicated few who harmed - and hated - so many.
As a Spiritual Person, it angers me to know that there are those who use faith without insight to justify their evil deeds, and it saddens me to know that there are those amongst us who can casually disregard the one sacred tenant held by all Great Faiths:
  • Buddhism: " One who, while himself seeking happiness, oppresses with violence other beings who also desire happiness, will not attain happiness hereafter."
  • Judaism: "That which is hateful to you, do not do to your fellow."
  • Islam: "Hurt no one so that no one may hurt you"
  • Christianity: "Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets."
  • Hinduism: "One should never do that to another which one regards as injurious to one’s own self."
  • Confucianism: "Never impose on others what you would not choose for yourself."
May this day be forever one of insight, reflection and renewed dedication of, not only one American to another, but of one faithfiul citizen of the world to all others.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Labor Day weekend

The long weekend started out innocuously enough. Saturday morning, we arose to a meal of buttermilk pancakes and scrambled eggs, then we went about prepping the baby's room for painting.
Along with removing all of the doors and light fixtures, we had to remove the blinds, curtain rods, and shelves that the previous owners had left behind.  Around this time came my first point of contention with them: not only did they use a system that was a bear to remove, but they used cheap hardware in the form of brass flathead screws that was a pain to remove. I ended up having to tear the shelf rods from the walls, leaving behind hugte holes and tears in the drywall that required the generous application of spackle.
So- stuff removed, bare wood surfaces sanded (they are getting painted as well), and walls washed. Time for the primer - and point of contention #2: the ceiling in both the kids' room and our bedroom has this rather unsightly popcorn texture to it; that means that I'll have to put not one, but two generous coats of primer just to fill in the uneven parts.
Despite all this, things were swimming along smoothly enough until Carrie started having severe abdominal pains during the afternoon.  It turns out that she was in the early stages of appendicitis, and needed to be taken to the ER so that she could get an appendectomy. We were both very fearful, not just because of the fact that she needed surgery, but also because we were unsure of the effect that the anesthesia and any subsequent pain medication would have on the twins. All three individuals made it past the surgery okay, though, and they are back home resting and recovering. Today (Tuesday), she's up and walking around, although with a bit of difficulty alternating between standing up and sitting  / laying down. Still, she's in considerably less discomfort than she was, and that's saying a lot, I think!
In other news:
I had made an abbreviated version of this run earlier,but I hadn't realized that, by cutting out the run from Orcas to Dawson, I was cheating myself out of .3 mile. The extra distance didn't take that much longer to do, and I felt a lot better once I got to Columbia City Bakery. Lest ye wonder why I take the time to run down there, Carrie and I love thier pastries., breads and sandwiches, and their Torta Rustica is a treat that, if you can get a hold of it, is something to be treasured alongside a fine wine. If Carrie can't come with me, then I'l run to the bakery, get a espresso and pastry, pick up something for Carrie, and walk back. Why walk? Well, I do live on Beacon Hill!

Monday, September 7, 2009

Confessions of an (almost) ex-Linux Geek

Thursday, I took my Mac into the Apple Store in Southcenter to get fixed, so I'm temporarily using my work computer that has Linux installed on it.  At one point, I had thought about ditching the Mac for a Linux-installed PC, and the prices of new Mac Laptops are slowly pushing me in that direction. The thing is, though, I'm noticing that Firefox on Ubuntu is a bit slower than it is in other platforms, and the embedded Flash support for the 64 bit version of Ubuntu is sadly inconsistant. Also - OpenOffice still doesn't offer full support for the .docx / .xslx / .pptx formats, and I'm noticing that even editing plain old .doc files produces some weird, undesirable effects when you open up said edited documents in Word. And finally, there is no nifty MP3 storefront available for Linux that rivals iTunes. Given those facts and the fact that I'm tied to my iPod (plus also want to get an iPhone at some point in the future), and I may just suck up the cost, get a new Mac, and throw Ubuntu on a partition and use either Parallels (if my version supports the newer Ubuntu distro) or Sun's VirtualBox to run it. I'll only need $2500. Oh well - maybe I can claim it as a businesss expense...?