I have a weakness for snow. I can easily get downright giddy in the stuff, especially as it falls. Today, I was giddy as I walked over to my usual lunch destination -at 3pm. There is just something magical in it for me. That may change in the years ahead, as I probably won't get time off to enjoy the spectacle, but for now I am thankful I have this moment to stop and watch all the snow between Main Street and the James River.
After experiencing snow falling, my second most favorite thing to do in snow is walk around the night after a significant snowfall. I love how light bounces off the snow to illuminate everything in a whole new way.
My favorite memory this snowfall brings to mind is walking around New York City with a substantial contingent of my family. We got pretzels, great New York pizza, hot chocolate, and watched a great show at Rockefeller Center in one long and magical day.
Alas, it is time to be put back in my cage. Lunch is over.
One topic that I have been most silent about has been the apparent passing of my favorite TV show, Ed. But what is there to say. It had a great run.
Unfortunately, the episodes this year didn't seem to be as good as last year's, plus the main story has come to an end. So I guess now is a good time to stop.
A technical note to start off. I am giving some serious thought to switching my blog over to live journal. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/smellofgreen/) Over the next few weeks, I'll be trying to figure out which blog site works best for me. Feel free to give your input. Chances are the vast majority of my blogs will start off on live journal.
In other news, life has been a little hectic recently. I'm still trying to catch up on sleep from the last two weekends, which I promise to tell you about soon. I imagine it would help if I were to go to bed early or something, but life is rarely that easy.
Living with my new roomie has been quite swell. We're getting along very well, better than I ever imagined. He's introduced me to a few of his friends, one of which knows one of the guys on "The Bachelorette".
This is where the confession comes in.
I am not for "reality" tv. Most of it is complete trash. I even enjoy bashing it, especially as it sucks viewers (and therefore life blood) away from tv programs that have at least some kind of redeeming quality. Nonetheless, I have to admit that I have been watching The Bachelorette.
It's been facinating to be two degreese of separation away from someone on the show. Knowing someone with access behind the scenes has made this a facinating study of creative editing. I suspected that this gentleman would be below the radar until the end, where he would make a bid for the girl. So far, I've been rather correct, as he's one of the final three.
The editing job has been pretty good, as several emotions have been played through in the corse of the show. Most notably, the three of us were shocked at a choice she made to keep one particular guy. A choice that we were relieved to see reversed in the next episode.
Anyway, I'll be interested to see it through to the end, while I'll be looking for my own bachelorette.
As it seems to enjoy doing, life has gotten busy of late. Work let out late a few times, I caused damage to my car, and had a trip this weekend.
Rewinding a bit, last Thursday I was a substitute for my Mom in the bowling league that my parents are a part of. It was a blast. I believe this was about the fourth time I've subbed for them over the last five or so months. Unfortunately, I was feeling very annoyed that day, as work dragged on all day, and I was kept there until after 7:30. I didn't even know I was going bowling until about 5pm, canceling all the plans I was looking forward to. Luckily, bowling was a fun break from the day. While I wasn't stellar, I did pretty decent, helping the team to win three out of the four possible points awarded in every match (we lost the fourth point by one pin). The performance was impressive, especially considering that I completely changed the entire approach I use in bowling.
As with many things in my life, my original bowling approach was unnecessarily awkward. It ended with my right knee close to my chin, as my right arm released the ball down the lane. Picture that. My right arm swung the ball within inches of my right leg, being the forward leg. From time to time this led to a gutter ball, as the ball would painfully bounce off the back of my leg. So, the last time I subbed, I was encouraged to try to fix my approach. Fixing my approach meant doing everything backwards. I had to start off with the other foot, end with the other foot, start at a different spot, rework the habitual mechanics of my swing. It's like suddenly deciding to write with your other hand, if only your legs were involved with writing.
So after a great night at the bowling alley, I come home and drive my mirror straight into the support pillar of the carport. Wonderful. One brief, shining moment of fun and then this, a $90 mangled collection of glass, metal, and plastic dangling by a wire off my six month old car.
Life has been easier for the most part recently. But for some reason today just never achieved full greatness. Work was long and annoying, as normal, and I'm now really feeling the pressure of the deadline that I think (hope) I will meet tomorrow. (Though now that we are without our laser printer, it will be touch-and-go.)
I had lunch with our temporary receptionist who is leaving this Friday. She asked me if I thought she should stay on and become our full-time receptionist. When I realized she was serious and stopped laughing, we had a lengthy discussion about this idea and the company we work for. This discussion resumed after work when she called me at home. As we got into it, we both realized a few things. First, this company sucks. Second, that I am not getting paid as much as I'm worth.
This was made clear because if this temp signs on full-time, she will be taking home the same pay that I'm earning. Let this settle in... one (1) of the two (2) graphic designers for an ad agency that heavily uses both designers is getting paid a receptionist's salary; and not a great receptionist's salary either. In fact, if you multiply my age by 1,000, you will have more money than I would deposit into my bank account in a year.
Oh well. Money isn't everything. And as soon as there's another ship that pulls alongside, I'll jump to it. May it's ride be much more pleasurable.
Heeeere shippie, shippie, shippie! Come here, shippie!
Lost in the week without my home computer was the fact that my newest site launched. As a part of the design firm, I designed the logo, brochure, and now the website for this company. I am kind of excited about this site, since it took a LOT less time to put together than the last full site I created. Unfortunately, it wasn't as quite much fun as the intro to a section of another site I did recently.
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