Friday, May 17, 2013
I spent the last couple of weeks feeling blobby, never getting down to the fitness room in the hotel despite intentions. Got home, weighed myself for the first time in three weeks...and got the same number as I did then. So that's good, I guess. It's 10 pounds higher than the lowest I got to, 2.5 months ago. But at least the perception that I'd gained a bit more, threatening to break into BMI Obesity territory again, at least that isn't the reality yet.
Next couple of weekends won't help, what with my nephew's 2nd birthday party, and a trip to Madison to hang with friends over the Memorial day weekend on tap. Maybe it's a good thing I'll be alone-ish on my birthday, so as not overinlduge-ish?
Last weekend was great, except for the aforementioned never exercising. Before even getting to the concerts, I got to rescue a damsel in distress on Friday. I work with a guy named Tim. I knew him in Madison, we worked together then, and it's really through his recommendation that I got this job. He and his fiancee, Danielle, also a dear friend, had moved to Tennessee in 2011, but most of their family, including a cousin who was getting married last weekend, are still in the upper Midwest. Thursday, Tim drove from Chicago to Madison, en route to Duluth, Minnesota for the wedding. Danielle was to fly from Tennessee to Duluth on Friday. About 2:30, just as I started thinking about going downtown to try and beat the beastly Chicago rush hour traffic, I got a call from Danielle. Apparently, her flight had been cancelled, and after a bit of furious re-booking, she had hours to kill. Acting on Tim's tip that I was sticking around for the weekend, she gave me a ring, and I was all to glad to pick her up and spend a couple of hours chatting. I hadn't expected to get to see her until their wedding next month, so I was happy to get the chance.
Dropping her back off at the airport (we went two blocks away to a hotel that I'll be staying at starting in a couple of weeks - it has a bar/restaurant in the lobby), I headed downtown to catch my friends in Imminent Sonic Destruction, and waiting in line, I saw some other friends from Ann Arbor, who I didn't know were coming. So even before the music had started, my day, really, my weekend was made, getting to hang out with good friends from 700 and 400 miles away who I had no inkling I'd get to see.
The first band that evening was a local Chicago product called Mindwarp Chamber. Their music was ok, but the vocalist seemed like he was attending a different shows from the rest of us. He seemed like a smarmy radio DJ, or a game show host or something up there, repeatedly calling for a response (clapping or chanting of the chorus) from the crowd, and getting absolutely nothing. At the end of their set, they discovered they had a couple minutes more, and the guy made the mistake of forming the phrase "one more song" as a question, rather than an emphatic statement. I wasn't alone in thinking "NO!"
ISD kicked much butt, and after their set, I got to catch up with most of them, chat a bit. The next band up was the highly amusing Kingcrow, from Italy. Bought their new cd afterwards, it doesn't really live up to how fun their live show is. Pain of Salvation ended the night with a cool set. It's a band that has been pretty big stuff in the prog metal world since they began, but I'd never gotten into them in a big day. I enjoyed the show quite a bit, never really being able to tell how sick frontman Daniel Gildenlow was. Turns out he was fighting the onset of walking pneumonia, which would result in the cancellation of the next night's tour stop.
(to be continued...i started scribbling this a few hours ago, and forgot to finish the thoughts.)
Friday, May 10, 2013
And I'm seriously considering a stop into Ikea for some meatballs just to keep with the theme.
I'm sticking around the Chicago area this weekend, rather than heading back to Michigan, for the purpose of catching a couple of concerts. Tonight, I'm going to see a band called Pain of Salvation, who are touring in the US for the first time in 9 years. I'm a fan of the band, but not a huge fan. The real reason for sticking around to see this show is one of the opening acts, a band called Imminent Sonic Destruction, friends of mine from Detroit, who got picked up to open of Pain of Salvation for a two week stretch. They just got done destroying Canada, and I can't wait to catch them tonight.
Tomorrow night's entertainment is the mighty Opeth, with Katatonia (both Swedish), down in Joliet, IL. Opeth is one of my favorite bands, but I've only managed to see them once before, back in 2006. Katatonia, oddly, is a band I've seen a number of times, even though they've never been the band I've gone to see primarily. They always tour with great bands, like Orphaned Land. A couple of years ago, I went to see them back to back nights in Milwaukee and Chicago, mostly to see Orphaned Land, granted, but, hey, they were there.
Ear plugs at the ready, now I just need to move. I meant to sleep in, and then head to work for a couple of hours (even though I work 4 days a week), because I didn't feel like I had a very productive week of work, and had a couple of things I wanted to look into. It's 1 PM, an I haven't left the hotel room yet, even though I woke up at 8:30. It's a wonder that I'm not completely starving, since I haven't anything in here edible. It's not like I've been lounging in the bed the whole time. Listening to music from Pain of Salvation and another opener, Kingcrow, reading the book Moneyball. A decent day, really. Except now that I've typed the thought, I've suddenly become hungry.
I guess since I'm in the area, I can just run in to work (I don't have remote access) for a couple of hours at some point on the weekend, just to investigate a couple of issues, or set up work for execution on Monday.
The couple of bouts of exercise last week don't seem to have really kickstarted anything, as I haven't made it down to the fitness room at all his week. I guess that I could just go down right now...but I'm not feeling it. Plus, I suspect exercise now, when I last ate anything 15 or 16 hours ago might not be particularly vigorous.
Need to kick these excuses below the belt and just wander down there. I mean, heck, I've got a book that can be read while sitting at a recumbent bike just as well as in this chair in the room, right?
At least one trip down there on the weekend, this I command of myself. Now let's see if I'll require keelhauling for failure to obey. Having (just now) looked up what keelhauling really entails, I seriously hope not!
Imminent Sonic Destruction - Monster
Saturday, May 04, 2013
....and I keep falling asleep before writing it.
What did you think, I was going to come out with some huge confession, or something? No such thing going on in my boring life. I went to the library and got a haircut today, that's about all the excitement I had today. Oh, and I went to the gym, which was pretty much deserted at 6 PM. Too nice outside and the usual denizens were out playing somewhere else, perhaps?
The visit to the gym is a re-new and re-different thing. I kind of took the month of April off. I kind of managed to gain ten pounds between the start-ish of March and the end-ish of April. Which is to say, in about 7 weeks. I've got reasons/excuses/justifications/rationaliza
tion for all that, but they're probably mostly garbage. But I'm gonna give you the cliff notes version, anyway.
New job, phase one was March 10-31st-ish. Traveling, living from hotel, 10 hour days, learning stuff, but not real work. The change threw me, eating out every day messed with me, blah blah blah.
New job phase 2 was the month of April. Actually doing what I was hired on to do. 10 hour days, of actual effort. Tired at the end of it. Going home on the weekends, and spending time at my brother's house, playing with the nephew, away from the gym.
Health stuff - didn't have any issue with my teeth prior to April 12th. Went to the dentist. I'd moved, so I needed to visit a new dentist, grabbed one off a list of people who take my insurance. Somewhat random, picked the first one on the list, but hey, I loved my last dentist, and I went to her because I happened to see her awning next door as I came out of the post office one day. Randomnosity for the win in that case. So, new guy (husband and wife outfit, really, but the wife doesn't have patients on Fridays, apparently), first appt made for x rays, filling out forms, say hi to the new guy. I go, and someone cancels in the next slot, do I want to just get a cleaning done? Sure, why not. You have a couple cavities, and we have time, do you just want to go ahead and get those filled? Sure, why not, saves me a trip back.
I didn't have any issues before going to the dentist. The last three weeks, I've had issues with a couple of teeth. Care to guess which ones?
Ok, so one might just be a little bit of that tooth getting used to having a hole in it, filled or not. The other one is an issue, no doubt about it. I actually went back last week, because it had been two weeks of misery (hypersensitivity to hot and cold, leading to massive headaches, some which felt like a raptor's claw just diving into the soft part of the skull below the left temple. The guy checked the filling, and saw nothing wrong with it.
The past week, hasn't been as bad, tooth wise, but the headaches that have been a daily companion have continued. Add that in to the work thing, and I've been less than enthusiastic about wandering down to the hotel's fitness room after getting back from work and grabbing a bite to eat. It let up a little bit on Wednesday, but maybe that was just the beer speaking -- I had a couple at bar trivia, before heading over to the hotel. Not sure why, but I felt it necessary to go down and do some semblance of exercise. Ended up spending an hour down there, mostly because I was watching Mexican soccer, on a channel not available up in my room. And then today as well, felt like going to the gym. So maybe I'm turning a corner. The tooth issues have abated somewhat this week, although certainly not gone away. The reason I/m scribbling all this out right now is that 20 minutes ago, I was about to go to bed, but I grabbed a glass of water, unthinkingly. The unthinking part was in the fact that it was a cold glass of water. Cold glass of water hit sensitive tooth, and cause shooting pains to jump up into my skull, and from edge of sleep, I was totally effing awake. But not writing this out has made me sleepy again (although I still have the headache). At least it hasn't been of the severity that keeps you from falling asleep for over a week now.
/end rant and ramble
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
a) There was no panky
b) Snot was running down his nose
c) No hammerin’ occurred this day
d) None of the above
I think my mind’s off in the land of d) but I’m not sure. a) and b) don’t apply, but c) might be accurate, since after handling a number of calls and clearing items off my plate quite well, thank you very much on Tuesday, Wednesday has seen less accomplishment. Maybe it’s due to being tired, an unthinking late caffeinated soda delaying that moment of snoozery conspiring with an achy jaw waking me in the midst of the dark night to rob me of a proper amount of sleep. Or an amount that suffices by my standards to avoid my feeling like a zombie.
That’s not entirely the case, though, as a coke and a smile (brought on by a George Takei facebook post) perked me right up soon enough. A larger part just might be the strategy employed by one Partha Sarathi Mukhopadhyay (25 letters, count ‘em and weep!) to prioritize the heapin’ helpin’ of support tickets received on Monday (I do healthcare help desk support, in case you’ve forgotten or are new to these parts, in which case, howdy!) (I also never use the word ‘howdy’, so please do appreciate the sacrifice I made in your honor). Basically, I took the pile, and mentally broke it down into Easy Stuff and NOT SO EASY STUFF. And I toyed with the easy stuff on Tuesday until they cried monkey’s uncle. The not so easy stuff seems to be toying with me today.
I was hoping to have the plate cleared, or near enough by the end of my week (aka Thursday), but having been voluntold that I get to handle the queue again Thursday, that won’t be the case. But I suppose that just sets up another Monday with Eazies to chase. That wouldn’t be the worst way to start a week, feeling, however artificially, like I accomplished something.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
It almost came to fruition the other night. I thought I might grab grub at one particular fast food outlet, but the parking lot was crowded, the lobby looked crowded, and I wasn’t in the mood for a crowd, so I drove on, just riding down Route 12 into the sunset (aka, west), waiting for something to catch my eye. I’d been that way before, when I drove up to Madison taking that highway all the way up, but I hadn’t paid attention to what I was passing by early in the trip, so this territory was essentially new to me. I ended up turning at a whim into a place just because I liked their sign. Turned out to be grease heaven. A pizza slice that didn’t look too wet in the box it sat in turned out to be dripping wet when heated up. The “small fries” turns out to be a large under most people’s standard. The hot dog turned out to be the healthiest selection…ummm…selected, as well as an item that later became a 7th inning snack as I listened to the Detroit Tigers play a West Coast game hours later.
Even though the place was nearly empty, the person who came in after me sat at the table next to me. Not sure why that was the case, but it did provide grist for this particular mill so I won’t complain. At one point, I realized I hadn’t grabbed any extra napkins, which really would have come in handy for the greasy grub, so I stood up and went over to the napkin stand and remedied the issue. Coming back to the table, it seemed like I inspired a similar realization in my dining notcompanion, as he stood up and strode off in the same direction. Returning, his orbit came a bit too close to my table, where the edge of his jacket, which he hadn’t taken off, brushed again the edge of my table, and caught the corner of the wax paper holding my fries. The mind is a wonderful thing, and in moments like these, it can construct fantastic scenarios, outcomes for the pseudotragedy at hand, while at the same time acting to prevent these pseudotragedies from actually occurring. I remember an icy cold rainy day from Detroit 15 years ago where the mind failed to impel the body to act to open the umbrella I carried, resulting in a city bus splashing me with the contents of the giant slush puddle I’d happened to be walking past at that moment. This time, the mind won the battle, propelling my hand to the further edge of the wax paper, grabbing on to prevent a golden cascade onto the none too pristine floor of this establishment.
Dude never even noticed what had almost transpired. He just sat down and resumed the destruction of his burger, inhaling the remnants of it in just a couple of minutes. Honestly, I haven’t a clue why he needed the napkins, since I’m pretty sure (although we all know how unreliable corner of the eyewitness reportage can be) he never used the darn things before he stood up, tossed his trash in the appropriate container, and strode out the door.
Me, I just sat there, crunching away on those good greasy fries. Saved from a date with the floor, they met their end bravely, soldiering on past my ivory gates of doom and on down the tonsillated slide to the acid bath from hell. Let’s just not speak of their fate past that point, shall we?
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