Such Great Heights, How I Fear Them

I, like many, have an abnormal fear of heights. So it was no surprise that my ass tightened, I turned around and found an alternative route when the hash went well above ground last night. I am proud of all of you who conquered the challenge and am equally thrilled that I was able to find an alternative (read “lower”) solution.

Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.

It seems that I have to get in touch with my desire to hurt before I can get in touch with my desire not to hurt.

To all who have helped me — Thanks.

I Told So Many People That I Forgot To Blog It
While sitting around the office last week I noticed a new blog entry from a blog that I’ve been pimping for a while called Amtrekker. In case you haven’t been following closely, Amtrekker is a site that follows this guy named Brett who created a list of fifty things he wanted to do before returning to his home in California. He’s traveling around the country using many forms of transportation and couch surfing.

His blog entry last week had a familiar title — Hashing. Knowing that Brett was somewhere in the Southeast I cringed because I knew that this was probably referring to a local (Atlanta) hash and that I could have met him (which for me would have been cool since I’ve been following his travels for months). I was right; Brett hashed with the S.L.U.T. hash last Thursday night. From all accounts of his blog entry it sounded like he had a good time.

I’m Below Double-Digits
I received an email that just cracked me up yesterday. I know that it’s hard to believe, but after only nine short years of hashing with the Atlanta Hash I am but nine hashes away from my mug. A hash mug is a reward for doing one hundred hashes (or fifty in the case of Black Sheep which only hashes twenty-seven times a year) with a single hashing group. I passed the fifty-hash milestone with Black Sheep last year after only six years of hashing with them.

Let’s see, I am busy this Saturday, Oh and then I am busy the Saturday after that…. 🙂

Perhaps Facebook Is Misnamed?
I’ve groused about the value of Facebook often, mostly because I stink at Scrabulous. If Facebook would simply rename itself “Findbook” then I’d understand its value better…

Yesterday I received a Facebook message from My Former Best Friend Mike and I could have been knocked over with a feather. I seriously haven’t seen Mike in more than fifteen years! The fact that I am one of four Dunedin High School graduates from the class of ’83 (more about this later in the year) listed on Facebook probably helped too. This makes two people who have tracked me down via Facebook. Now, if only my old high school friend Eric Hoppe would join so that I could reconnect with him it would be completely awesome.

As an aside, starting in April I am going to strive to resurrect the “Stuck On The Connector” in-depth blog entries and write at least one a month.

ITP Flickr Pic
My attempt to upload to Flickr failed again today. Yesterday it was Flickr’s fault, today I don’t know what the hell is going on. I’m frustrated and tired of trying.

My photography will be picking up shortly. I am going to attempt to carve out time each day to shoot and learn Photoshop. Also, weather permitting I have arranged for a photostroll with Stacy and Phil this Saturday.

The Great Basil Shortage Of 2008
Sometime last year I went shopping at Kroger for basil but could not find any in the store (I thought that I had blogged about this but cannot find any reference to it.) The other day the same thing occurred at a different Kroger. There were two pegs meant for basil, but no packages of basil to be found. WTF? Is there a world wide shortage of basil that we are not being told about? Why can’t I find it in the stores when I want it? I am visible perplexed…

Today’s A Half(ish) Day Of Work
I’m in the office for the first part of the day and then I am headed to Cobb county (yikes!) to the Galleria to work the Georgia Tech Alumni Career Fair. I’ll be the guy in the khaki pants, wine red colored Dish Network shirt, and the hippyesque long hair and beard — come talk to me.

CD Pick Of The Week
Another Tuesday where I am not finding anything that thrills me. I am beginning to think that it’s “them” and not “me.”

Because I don’t think much of today’s offerings I will take us down another road and suggest you fill your collection with some back catalog. Did you know that Merge Records has opened up a digital download store? Think you don’t know any bands that Merge put out? You should think again. I was going to list the “big name” indie artists, but there were too many to list.

You can thank me in the comments…

And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – pretty good although I wish I hadn’t eaten that last slice of pizza last night.
Current Music – listening to the “The Mac Observer’s Mac Geek Gab” podcast
Website Of The Day – How could I not highlight a site called Real Beer?
Exercise (b)Log – hashing, ~4 miles
Monthly Foot Mileage – 38 miles (no credit taken for hashing)
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 0

March Goals
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
3) Read at least one book

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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2 Responses to Such Great Heights, How I Fear Them

  1. Martha says:

    Give me two months and you can have all the basil you want. If you ever need rosemary or chives I can hook you up now.

  2. I’ve got a rosemary bush that has a lifetime supply for me. I used to have sage, but that died off. 🙁

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