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Thursday, August 15, 2013

das Haus verlassen, #6

I have paint everywhere.  I mean everywhere.  In places that one shouldn't have paint I have paint.

I'm not sure what's the higher number:  my blood pressure or the concentration level of acid in my stomach.

I am often times exhausted but yet I have trouble falling asleep.

Focus?  I normally have the attention span of a retarded gnat.  Lately it's been worse.

I am living in a mostly vacant home and my belongings mostly fit in a 5'x10' storage unit.  And I think I kind of like it.

I watch about an hour of television per week.  Now that Falling Skies is over, it may be down to zero.

I have gotten so good with caulk that I can now sculpt with it.

Sleep?  Maybe 5 or so a night.

I can't look at a carpet without seeing stains.

I have to remind myself that I normally don't have a short fuse.

Can I get a quantity discount when buying Febreze?

I now officially feel guilty about leaving work before 6pm.

I've given up on weighing myself.

Vegetables?  What are they?  You mean the green things you eat?

My cat will sometimes sit on my lap, I swear, just to calm me down.  And for the record my cat, like most cats, really doesn't give a rat's behind about any creature other than himself.

I have four different kinds of paint cans in my closet.

I've officially gone into home-repair overload.




Yes, I am selling my house.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

das Haus verlassen, #5

Well today is the big day:  my house is supposed to officially be on the market for sale.  Papers have been signed and dated.  The real estate agent is engaged.  I am fully prepared to shamelessly try and help the selling process by and any all means.  This doesn't, however, mean that all is "well".  In fact, my head is a virtual bag of cats, swirling an turning full of thoughts and feelings, most of which probably don't make much sense in the larger scheme of things.  But why should this event have any less of an impact on my mental state?  Hell, I can over-think crossing the street, so it's not like I need an excuse.

Anyway, here's a random collection of thoughts running through my head as I head into the great unknown of "das Haus verlassen".

  • Time - Just how long will it take to sell the house?  It could take a week or it could take 9 months.  According to the agent, typically the longest she sees houses in the market is about 9 months.  For me, that would put me into April 2014.  Scary thought.
  • Money - Also according to the agent, the single most important element that influences the sale of a house is the price.  People don't sell their house primarily because they want too much for it.  As for me, I'm pricing the house at below what we paid for it in the early 1990's.  I could list for more, but I'm not interested in making a buck...I am interested in selling a house.  I don't have a mortgage on the property, so there is no amount I need to make; in fact, I want enough to pay off some bills and have money for a down-payment on a new place.
  • Effort - I am working my ass off.  Seriously, and I don't have a small ass.  I've painted more, cleaned more, straightened more, fixed more than I've ever done in my entire life.  God bless my brother Rich, who has been here a few days a week helping out.  When this is all said and done, I'm going to get him something he's always wanted but would never buy for himself.
In a way, all of the effort I am putting into this is rather therapeutic, as if I didn't have 10,458 things to do, I might just spend too much time pondering just all that this change means.  A few years ago, I had one goal for myself:  do big things.  Change my life.  The trajectory I was on could never be sustained; I have no doubt that, in the absence of big change, I'd be struggling at this very moment to maintain my very sanity.  Not that the path over the past few years has always been easy; early on, it was incredibly difficult.  Life, however, is truly an iterative process, if you have a plan that is; not that I always has a well defined plan (other than "change my life"), but I'd like to think that I've known the direction to take, even if the goal was a bit fuzzy.

What's not so fuzzy?  That would be the immediate goal at hand:  sell the house, and begin the next phase of my life.  Time to kick the tires and light the fires.


Thursday, August 8, 2013

Paintman (das Haus verlassen, #4)

When you in the process of making yourself homeless via selling your home, even temporarily, there is often times significant painting involved.  With this in mind, and with apologies to George Harrison, I present my own version of "Taxman".  To see the correct version, click HERE.


PAINTMAN

(one, two, three, four (cough), one, two)

Let me tell you how it will be
There's lots of paint all over me
'Cause I'm the paintman, yeah I'm the paintman

Should this can of paint appear too small
Don't worry I won't use it all
'Cause I'm the paintman, yeah I'm the paintman

When I paint outside, I'll paint indoors
When I paint the ceiling, I'll paint the floor.
When I paint door, I'll paint the sill.
I'll paint so much I'll get terminally ill.

Paintman....

'Cause I'm the paintman, yeah I'm the paintman

Don't ask me what I'm painting for
If you don't want me to paint any more.
'Cause I'm the paintman, yeah, I'm paintman.

Now my advice those selling a home
Paintman
Don't try to paint it all alone.
Paintman
'Cause I'm the paintman, yeah, I'm the paintman.
And I'm painting for no one but me.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Vacation by the Numbers

1200
Approximate number of miles driven during the week.

700
The approximate number of feet we drove to get up to the top of Mount Defiance.
(At the top of Mount Defiance; in the distance, on the left, is Fort Ticonderoga)

176
Net number of photos I took during vacation.  Most were with my Sony Alpha.  The actual number of photos taken during the week was over 200, but I tend to delete a few as a I go along.

(The view from the hills of Vermont, looking South)
26
Approximate gas mileage obtained by the 2013 Chrysler Grand Caravan we rented for vacation.  Overall, I'd give the vehicle a rating of 7 (out of 10).  On the plus side?  It had a ton of space, an intuitive touchscreen audio system and a way cool back-up camera.  On the negative side?  The drivers seat was punishingly uncomfortable...it was oddly not centered with the steering wheel...and the brakes started to overheat as we descended down the mountain side in Vermont (not good for a vehicle with about 9500 miles on it).  

12
Number of insect bites obtained by your's truly; note that "0" is the number of bites obtained by Ms Rivers during this same period.  Neither one of us used a repellent, which leaves me guessing as to why flying critters love me but despite her.  Perhaps flying insects are afraid of compliance officers as well.

(Has nothing to do with insect bites, but just a cool picture of a fern shadow on a rock)

7
Number of states passed through during vacation.  That would be Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Vermont and New York.  I had to point New Jersey out on the map to convince some doubters (check it out for yourself:  if you take I84 from Scranton towards Connecticut, you pass through a tiny sliver of New Jersey before you enter New York).

6
Number of extended Rivers family members that we met at or after Fort Ticonderoga.

(Rows of cannon at Fort Ticonderoga)

5
Number of days left until the house goes on the market for sale.  Not that this has anything to do with vacation by the way.  Anyone want to buy a house?


The number of times I lost...but then found...the cap for the 55mm lens of my Sony Alpha.

3
Number of Revolutionary War battle & related sites we visited; specifically this would be Saratoga, Fort Ticonderoga and Mount Defiance.

(British line, overlooking the Hudson, at Saratoga)

2
Number of Bald Eagles that I couldn't take a picture of in-flight because I brought the wrong camera to the lake on Tuesday.

1
Number of rainy days we had during the week...not bad actually!


Lastly, many thanks to Chris' aunt and uncle, Margaret & Jack Carlson, for allowing us to stay as guests at their house New Hampshire and for sharing their lake, their cats, their birds and their garden with us.



Tuesday, July 30, 2013

From high in the hills of New Hampshire, July 30, 2013

The Connected Life

I don't subscribe to the Steve Jobs/Apple model of technology. Forgetting physical product design for a moment, this is the Apple way of thinking whereby everyone is always connected to a network, where ever they are, at all times.

In this model, you really don't carry anything about you. Now you may think you do, because you can use that iPad or iPhone to quickly access those vacation photos from 2011, but in reality you don't own that stuff. Oh, buried in that end user agreement (that you didn't read, by the way) Apple says that you do own your property, but you really don't. Same thing for your contacts, your music, your notes. Everything.

No, all of your stuff in the connected life actually resides on a server, somewhere in a place where you have never been and, in for many in this day and age, couldn't find on a map anyway. Apple (and in fairness, other companies as well) have created the illusion that your stuff is, well, “yours” through fast moving bits of data seamlessly streamed over an ever-imagined, all-encompassing virtual network that exists everywhere.

The reality though is that your stuff really is at the mercy of a spider-web of privately run networks that really exist at the whim of large businesses who sole purpose in existing is to make money for someone else (not you). Yeah, yeah, I can hear it now, “Socialist!”, a cry, by the way, that by and large comes from people who really can't define the term “Socialist” anyway. What's more, I personally am far more vested in the private sector & free markets (more than a quarter century and counting working in the for-profit private sector) than many of people I know. I just happen to realize the limits of the system in which I exist. I can't say that same for others (including the Governor of Texas), but so I digress.

Getting back to the point at hand, the real problem I have with the Connected Life is that it assumes this constant plug-in to the “network”. Risky? You bet. But also stupid. Think about it: in the Connected Life you are almost forced to be places where you have a connection. You are at the whim of the business continuation planning of all those Apple (and other tech company) server farms that house the “iCloud”. You had better be praying that Apple doesn't cheese off some hacker group, resulting in those intimate pictures you had on “the iCloud” now serving the fantasy needs of some angry Russian teenager.

Some are forget that there is real value, at times, in physically owning the physical things that are truly important to you. There is a certain security in being able to say “this is something that I treasure and I'm not relying on some big corporation that doesn't know or care about me” in order to access it. How perverse it is to say that we entrust our treasured memories to some non-corporeal entity that actually doesn't give a damn about us? We lock our doors so that strangers can't access our homes, but we let faceless strangers access much of our personal (electronic) lives. Let's not forget that there is also a real value in being able to completely disengage from the network from time to time in order gain perspective.

To the last point in the previous paragraph: I firmly believe that as a society we are moving to a place where we greatly devalue the physicality of things like friendship and identity. And of solitude. We wonder why there is so much stress (and all the things it causes) in the world on one hand while we tether so much of our identity to Facebook and the iClouds.


Here's to all of us taking the time to disengage, at least for short periods of time. Here's to spending physical time with our friends.   

Friday, July 26, 2013

Selling the Stuff (das Haus verlassen, #3)

Tomorrow is the day when we try and sell some of the stuff that my mother accumulated over the years.


It's almost rather odd actually...this is, in part, what happens to us after we die...our "stuff" is divided up and sold.  Now in fairness, I'm actually including some of the stuff I don't want any more in this sale, so it's a kind of dual purpose event.  In the end, I hope there is just simply less laying around.  

Part of the method to all of this madness is to get the house ready for sale.  Things are staring to fall into place:  I've had some work done in my bathroom & kitchen, shutters have been replaced, there has been much painting accomplished, and cleaning has been on-going.  There are more things to do, but by and large the bigger projects are either completed or in progress.  Now to empty the house out some more.

Major "props" go out to my brother Rich, who is the hardest working man I know.  




Wednesday, July 24, 2013

10 Suggested names for the new royal baby.


My contribution to the UK.
  1. Ace.  Just "Ace".
  2. Jello Biafra Mountbatten-Windsor.
  3. Chaim Witz Mountbatten-Windsor.
  4. Gaz Mountbatten-Windsor.
  5. Lothar (of the hill people) Mountbatten-Windsor.
  6. Thor.  Just "Thor".
  7. Stephen Gerard Albert Mountbatten-Windsor.
  8. Derbni Mountbatten-Windsor
  9. Vinny Mountbatten-Windsor
  10. Adolf Saxe-Coberg-Gotha.

God Save the Queen!


Monday, July 22, 2013

5 Reasons Why I Don't Care About the New "Royal" Baby

In no particular order:

  1. Revolution - Didn't we fight a revolution specifically to NOT care about what the "royal" family does?  What is this, Canada?
  2. Genetics - Did you know that the Queen and her husband are cousins?  Yes, that kind of thing just doesn't happen in Arkansas.  See HERE.  Seems to me that what Kate Middleton and the new baby bring to the royal family boils down to two words:  Genetic Diversity.  
  3. They Reap, Yet They Do Not Sow - The Royal Family takes, but does not give.  See HERE.  Looks like those costs are going up.  "Oh, but they raise money for charity!"...sorry...for the record, so does Barry Manilow (See HERE)...and by the way, he also writes the songs that make the whole world sing to boot! 
  4. Celebrity - What specifically is more important about this baby than any other baby?  The world doesn't need more people famous for being famous; hell, there are still Kardashians waiting to breed.
  5. Distraction - I get it...the whole "royal baby" is a distraction from the nasty stuff going on in the world.  However, if more people paid attention to the nasty stuff...and less attention to this kind of thing...then perhaps we wouldn't have quite so much of the nasty stuff.  

Personally I like The Onion's coverage of the new royal baby.


Sunday, July 21, 2013

"Jenna" Claims that the Civil War was started over taxes, not slavery.

Here's my response to "Jenna":


Jenna...

Slavery didn't cause the Civil War? Allow me to quote from the first two sentences of Georgia's declaration of secession:

"The people of Georgia having dissolved their political connection with the Government of the United States of America, present to their confederates and the world the causes which have led to the separation. For the last ten years we have had numerous and serious causes of complaint against our non-slave-holding confederate States with reference to the subject of African slavery. "

Citation here:
http://avalon.law.yale.edu/19th_century/csa_geosec.asp

See any references to Tariffs? No. See any references to slavery? Yes. 

I won't go into your other points, as I can only stomach devoting just this much time to Confederate apologists. 

Next time please provide some sources to back up your claims. Blogs & Wikipedia don't count.

Have a nice day!

Thursday, July 18, 2013

A few random & final thoughts on Trayvon Martin

As I noted the other day, no matter what else is discussed regarding the George Zimmerman case, one thing always needs to be kept in mind:  Trayvon Martin is dead.  The pain that his parents must feel, still, is unimaginable.  I should say that "normally" it is unimaginable; in the case of Trayvon Martin's family, they have to contend with the on-going media circus surrounding their son's death, which probably propels all of the normal grief into stratospheric heights.

The above noted, there are a few final thoughts I have on this whole sad case.

Trayvon Martin is not a  Civil Rights hero...he is a 17 year old kid who died needlessly.  Comparisons to others, such as Medgar Evers, seem misplaced at best, silly at worst.  Reference HERE.

George Zimmerman is no Klansman.  Painting a picture of this man as some kind of Klan operative out to kill a black kid is just ridiculous.  Call George Zimmerman a "pathetic cop wannabe" and I'll believe you.  Call him an "idiot" and I will probably believe you again.  Heck, I think he's a murderer, having (in my opinion) committed manslaughter.  All of these labels have some proof attached to them; I've not, however, seen anything that points to George Zimmerman as a racist thug.  He's no more a racist than Trayvon Martin was a pot-head.  The whole racist angle seems to me to be an excuse to attempt a legal "do-over" on George Zimmerman.  Like it or not, George Zimmerman was acquitted.  Period.

The above noted, racism is alive and well in America...and the media plays it up for money.  Sorry, but it's true.  I am particularly disgusted with Fox News, which seems to have gone to great lengths to blame Trayvon Martin for his own death.  I'm surprised that Fox didn't try and tie Trayvon Martin to the Crips or the Bloods.  It reminds me of defense attorneys that paint rape victims as somehow "asking for it".  How many photos of bloody George Zimmerman where shown on Fox News?  Tons.  How many pictures of a dead Trayvon Martin or the injuries he sustained?  None that I've ever seen.  Oh, but that would be in "bad taste".  Yeah, right.  That's like complaining about the obesity epidemic...while eating at Burger King.

Trayvon Martin's case isn't about guns...it's about a series of incredibly stupid decisions by one young man, George Zimmerman.  In American idiots are not only allowed to own guns, they seem to be actually encouraged to own guns (why do you think they sell them at WalMart????), which while sad, isn't really the central issue of this case.  The central issue of this case is George Zimmerman, who was bound and determined to take his "cop wannabe" act to just one step further; the fact that he had a gun just made it worse.