arsey :: da ‘brook :: august 13, 2008
Arsey is the kind of dog my dad liked. Stupid. Lazy. Cute. The only thing she demands is love. 24/7/365. She can never get enough. NEVER. Actually, my dad did like her. A lot. And the feeling was pretty mutual. They were buddies for the brief time they knew each other.
I’ve been thinking about my dad a lot recently. I’ve had a few BFOs recently about my future - what I want, where I’m going, how I’m going to get there - and I think in terms of what would make my dad proud. Forget Jesus - WWMMDP is the question on all the cool kids’ lips.
It’s taken me a ridiculously long time to figure out what I want. Doing that horizons of focus bit a few weeks ago helped, but recent events at work are helping more. I know I can get what I want out of a workplace - I just need to take my time and make sure that what is shown to me is truly in line with what I want. It’s not easy. I’m so willing to jump at the first chance that it’s hard to take that step back and say “this is not what I want.” I’ve had some weird experiences lately. Twice I’ve been passed over at the last minute because the job description changed. I was jerked around by this guy who had no intention of hiring me due to my commute. I almost made one of the largest mistakes of my life when I seriously considered working in Worcester for the Baby Sharks.
Patience has never been my strong suit. And it’s never been Arsey’s either.
I think we both need a cookie and some lovin’.
with apache :: da ‘brook, nh :: august 13, 2008
Cesar Milllan, aka The Dog Whisperer,claims that dogs live in the moment.
I think that’s true. They have memories, yes, and they know things (like how to spell), but they still live in the moment.
Little Man is a perfect example. Where Arsey is needy and obnoxious about it, Apache is more likely to stay at a distance and watch. If it’s time for lovin’, he lets you know. He’ll rub up against your legs and give you the butt. He doesn’t like to have his head touched, but when it’s time, you can’t get his butt out of your face. Then there are moments like the one above.
I was playing with my new tripod and remote for the Nikon before heading to CT last week. I had been messing with Arsey because she’s easy to work with. (She’s yours for the low, low price of a cookie.) Apache’s a lot harder to work with, so I was letting him do his thing. I was laying on the floor, getting Arsey to look cute when I got attacked.
I can’t tell you how hard it was to get this picture, but moments like this are fleeting. As soon as the shutter snapped, he was back across the room, watching us.
With Apache, life is very much about that moment… the one minute out of several hundred when he must have lovin’ and will NOT be denied.
If he can give himself that freely to me for even a short time, I think I can let my walls down a little farther, a little more often.
michael stipe :: great woods (mansfield, ma) :: june 13, 2008
I’ve been a little busy since my last post…
1) I survived tax season and took a much deserved break from classes and life in general.
2) Got my other blog up and running. Feels good to be home. REALLY GOOD.
3) Spent some time with the in-laws and the reason God invented birth control.
4) Had a great weekend with my family - a little dinner, some perversion, lots of laughs. LOTS and LOTS of laughs.
5) Applied for a job in hockey… I didn’t get it, but things happen for a reason. After thinking about it, I’m not sure taking it would have been in my best interests.
6) Learned how to kayak. (We’ll be getting me one next summer. I don’t think J enjoyed sharing his today.)
7) Finished the guest bedroom and my scrapbook room. I did the scrapbook room in a Classic Pooh theme… NOT my best idea, but the room came out beautifully.
8) Did some serious introspection and will be revising the 5-year plan again.
9) Saw R.E.M. at
Comcast—whatever it is now. Between J and & I we got some great pix.
I’ll be back—just trying to get back in the swing of photoblogging.
me with my d40 :: da ‘brook :: september sixteenth two thousand seven
My life has always been this incredible ride - some years more than others. This year, I’ve seen The David twice, mended fences with old friends, made superficial contact with old friends and family members, hung out with people I love dearly and don’t see enough of, dropped more balls than I can count, made new friends, lost some, did a very good deed, started watching football (!!!!), went to Ohio and changed jobs (which included changing the 5 year plan).
Normally I do a silly new year’s resolution list and I probably will again this year. It’s the joy of the fresh start, not the actualization of anything on that list, mind you… I do want to do one thing and get it done before I go back to work on Wednesday and that’s finish this stinkin’ design. None of the back pages are finished and that bothers me. I hate leaving things undone - I’ve come to learn that its not the end of the world & that I’m doing more important things with that time (homework, Wii, family, sleep) but that doesn’t make it any less grating.
I have also closed up shop on my other blog. I didn’t like where it went after I had a pretty good breakdown and I wanted a fresh start - without my name attached. I’ve got a new domain, privately registered, and I’ve begun using that persona in a couple of forums. It’s not as comfortable as “Matty”, but since I’ve been a Mat for a long time, I’m sure the new name will grow on me. Whatever. The whole point is, I miss my daily rants full of language I do not wish co-workers and other random googlers to find. This here is nice but very stifling.
I did a lot of stuff this year that I wasn’t planning on and discovered, for the zillionth time, that my father was right. I can survive. I am strong. I am independent. I am me, and that ain’t such a bad thing lately.
It’s funny that everything that happened this year was never on my 2007 list of resolutions. I guess we’ll just have to see what winds up on my 2008 List of Things That I Want To Do But Will Probably Never Get To.
Have a happy and safe holiday weekend, no matter how you plan on spending it.
my office :: finally clean :: october seventh, two thousand seven
I’ve noticed that I have a lot of resistance to using spaces that don’t make me happy. I’m not a big fan of my office because I don’t like the way the painting came out… so my office is almost always a mess. Just another reason to stay out of it.
It’s amazing what finding Levenger desk sets on sale can do to inspire me to finally get the mess under control. (And some unscheduling and GTD didn’t hurt either.) (For those really curious, I bought the entire Claremont set and it came out to about 50% off. I can’t even tell you how long I’ve wanted that set…)
Here’s what command central looks like. All the wood furniture on the desk is the Levenger set. You can’t see it, but behind the chair is my hPDA dock. I use a pocket ruled moleskine as my go everywhere inbox. EVERYTHING goes in it. Notes, receipts, MTBA charlie cards, you name it. (I LOVE the pocket in the back!) I have a tiny pocket sized calendar there (with “It’s time to crank the widgets” on it). I also keep a Jr. sized Circa notebook with a personalized cover there as well. (Right now, the cover features reunion pictures of me, the other half of my brain and my little brother.) Inside the Circa, I have bits of two sets of the old colored tab dividers—blue, red, green, red, blue—I like it better balanced.
The Circa is divided as follows:
This is really my second go at GTD. I tried it & went to a Roadmap - got really excited, refined my system, was cranking widgets like there was no tomorrow and then fell off the wagon HARD when school and work got incredibly busy and I couldn’t be arsed to keep it up. (Right when I should have dug in deeper… *sigh*) After work calmed down a bit, I got back into it there and it’s paid off in spades! I’m trying to bring it back to my personal life.
I’m having a little success - my biggest problem is that I’m impatient and have trouble deciding what’s a real project vs a S/M. I’m also still having trouble with the contexts and really drilling down to the next action. I don’t know why work can be so concrete and my personal life so fuzzy. My guess is that at work, I’m truely “cranking widgets” (invoices into QB, invoices into inventory system, invoices into QB, lather, rinse, repeat). Home is more like “an amorphous blob of undoability”. “Fix shower in bathroom”—yeah I can break that down into N/A, but then I get all freaked out about it. It’s our (unfriendly & unskilled) builder’s fault it’s broken; repairing it means ripping out the kitchen wall (and dishwasher and cabinets) and I just can’t go there right now financially or emotionally. “Paint scrapbook room” - do I really HAVE to? (All the next actions in the world won’t get me motivated there.)
Writing that out, I just realized my problem. I’m a planner. I think eighty steps ahead of where I should start, so before I even commit the item to paper, I’m all freaked out about the zillion steps it will take to get from “paint scrapbook room” to “finally enjoy being in scrapbook room”. Maybe I should just really focus on the next action & the proper context, huh? *grin*
It’s Sunday night, it’s the start of a new week, and my office is clean… maybe it’s a good time to do a review.
ETA: Dave gets my GTD at home problem. I feel better now.