They say that two out of three ain’t bad. Therefore, one out of three must be. Even worse, I’ve come to the conclusion that I am very lonely (okay, I already knew this) and have completely forgotten how to have fun.
Today is the end of April — a month which has been far from fun for me.
A quick question. Do you remember the number of days in a month based on your knuckles and spaces, or a saying you learned as a child?
Yesterday’s Daily Challenge
Work on a jigsaw or crossword puzzle, word find, or Sudoku for at least 5 minutes.
Puzzles are the mental equivalent of physical gymnastics! They provide a workout for your brain that may help lower the risk of memory loss and dementia. Activities that stimulate the brain – like puzzles, for example – also help strengthen brain cells and the connections between them. This in turn can boost your brainpower.
Seriously, sometimes I think these people are watching me…
On Friday night I had a difficult time finding parking for the Trampled By Turtles show at Variety Playhouse. The show was very crowded. After the opening act I moved away from a part of the crowd who couldn’t keep their mouths closed while the opening act played. Seriously people, maybe it’s just because I am almost always alone, but some of us actually go to concerts to listen to the music. Convinced things would be better up in the pit I moved to the front and conveniently landed right next to a young lady to whom I was attracted. However she never gave me even a single glance as she moved up to talk to the married guy that was standing in front of me; not that either she nor he needed my defense, but he did appear to be part of a group with whom she was connected. After two Trampled By Turtles songs standing among more people who couldn’t keep from talking, and getting elbowed in the back of the head, I decided to move again.
At this point I was convinced that I hated people and no longer belong in Society.
I stood in the back of the crowd for awhile, feeling slightly better about things when all of a sudden I felt a man’s hand on my back.
A side note: Since the surgery I’ve become far more conscious about people touching my back. While things are much better with my back and I no longer have embarrassing humps, I’m still not completely healed and have a fear of people getting freaked out by any wetness which is accumulating on my back.
This man’s touch was constant and when I turned my head with a “What the fuck?” look on my face he stared into my face and said “JOSH!” to which I said “Nope, not Josh.” He apologized and didn’t touch me again.
I wound up watching most of the concert from the back of the theatre before giving up and heading home.
ITP Flickr Pic
I spent some time in Atlanta’s John Howell Park on Saturday. While walking back to my car I noticed these address markers, which I can only assume mark the places which used to be residences prior to the park’s creation.
I was fairly worn out by the time concert time arrived on Saturday night. I had tried to relax all day by sitting in a coffee shop, and sitting doing a crossword puzzle in a small park, and by having a beer at Taco Mac in the Highlands before getting a haircut, but none of that seemed to help my attitude.
After the difficulty of finding parking on Friday night I couldn’t imagine how bad things were going to be on Saturday night after a long day of traffic associated with the Inman Park Festival. The fresh memory of Friday night’s crowd combined with the fact that I saw Gomez last month (with Hey Rosetta! opening) in Asheville seemed to lessen the pain of skipping this show. Furthering my decision to skip Saturday’s show was the knowledge that I’d have to wake early Sunday morning to go into the office.
With a belly full of pumpkin pancakes from The Original Pancake House I drove up to the office and worked from about 10:00am-4:00pm yesterday. I decided to leave at 4:00pm because I had a car load of dirty laundry in the Jackmobile which needed my attention and I didn’t want to have to push things time-wise before the Dick Dale show.
I declare that the “Terrorists” have won, except the Atlanta terrorists of which I speak are not the ones that immediately spring to mind when that term is bandied about. In the past few days I’ve read of three armed robberies in areas in and around East Atlanta. Each have had a similar MO — young males of a certain race have preyed upon up single guys at gunpoint. In two of the cases the guy was carjacked and in the third there might have been a carjacking involved if the guy had a car. In two of the cases the crime was committed at night and one was committed at 4:00pm on Saturday afternoon.
Fucking thugs have already convinced me never again to walk up to the East Atlanta Village to go to the bars and shows. Now I drive the four-to-five blocks to the village and because I couldn’t find parking last night I wound up missing the Dick Dale show at The EARL. Fuckers.
Not Again For A While
This weekend’s misses have convinced me to drop out (mostly referring to the concert scene) for a while. I’m tired of Atlanta. I’m tired of Atlanta’s rude crowds. I’m tired of the crime. I’m tired of feeling like an outsider. I’m tired of feeling like an old man playing a young person’s game. I’m tired. I’m tired. I’m tired.
I need a goddamn vacation or to move somewhere far, far away.
Maybe things will be different on Thursday night when I head over to Decatur’s The Marlay house for my friend Maigh’s Tweetup Reunion.
I’m still not convinced that my long hours at work are behind me. Things didn’t go very smoothly yesterday and I still have some critical issues which need to be tackled this week. I know that I shan’t be working late hours on Thursday and I am going to try and make sure that yesterday was the last weekend-day that I work in a long, long, time.
Stats & Goals
Current Mood – drained
Current Music – listening to some podcasts
Website Of The Day – A couple of weeks ago This American Life featured some radio drama performed by The Truth. I’ve subscribed to The Truth’s podcast and am enjoying listening to it — hey, there’s a little bit of fun people haven’t ruined!
Mode Of Transportation To Work – my car
Exercise (b)Log – nothing
Morning Weigh-In – I didn’t weigh in last week
Foot Mileage – ~11.9 miles
Wheel Mileage – 0.0 miles
Pushups – 0
Situps – 0
Stairs – 0 flights
Days Of Bed-Making – 0
Vegetarian Days – 5
Carnivorous Days – 24
Pancakes Eaten – 6
Marta Rides To Work – 0
Bike Rides To Work – 0
Books I’ve Read/Heard In 2012
- Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me — Mindy Kahling
- Flotsametrics and the Floating World: How One Man’s Obsession with Runaway Sneakers and Rubber Ducks Revolutionized Ocean Science — Curtis Ebbesmeyer
- God, No! — Penn Jillette
– Lose at least three pounds (net weight loss)
– Completely recover from my sebaceous cyst surgery
– Exercise for thirty minutes no fewer than twenty days
– Not to get sick for the entire month (may be a moot point as of today)
– Eat vegetarian no fewer than ten days
– Not get fired from my job, nor quit my job
– Follow up with doctors, lawyer, women in whom I have interest
– Go out on a least one date with a woman in whom I have interest
– Watch all of the classes in the 2011 Winter semester of Stanford’s CS193P (iOS Development) course
2012 Goals [will be a little less fluid than last year]
– Get my weight under 200 pounds, or at least whittle myself back down to where wearing a 36″ pant size is comfortable
– Completely read ten books, audio books permissible
– Run Sharpened Stone as a real business
– Save $500 for the sole purpose of donating to charitable organizations of my choice
– Attend at least one professional photography workshop
– Ride in no fewer than five 50 mile or 50K bike rides
– Run in no fewer than one one 10K
– Submit at least one application under the name “Sharpened Stone” to Apple’s iOS store
– Restore the ITP Estate to a condition where it can be put up for sale at any time
– Buy a new iPhone (iPhone 5?), a new iPad (iPad 3?), and MacBook Air [look, not all goals have to be altruistic]
– Continue backing up all data, including the off-site storage
– Become a proficient and profitable programmer in Objective-C
– Do not create a solution for something which is not a problem
– Eat smaller portions
– Start, and continue, to make my own bread using my bread machine as well as using the technique outlined in Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day: The Discovery That Revolutionizes Home Baking
– Read and discard magazines during the month in which they arrive (even digitally)
– See more live concerts than I did in 2011
– Eat more pancakes
– Drive/Fly somewhere for a real vacation