The Boss came by the shop a while back with a couple new calculators. I named mine Simon. You know, like the old school game.
Found this in a truck that came back from a job:
For those that don't know, technicians color code their gear, so that we don't lose it, and everyone knows what belongs to who. The shop uses yellow. My color used to be dark green.
Apparently, whoever this truck went out with, remembered my color, and was kind enough to return one of my old cube taps. It's probably traveled all around the bay area, been out for years, and has now come full circle. A little wiser, a little more worse for wear, but finally home.
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The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Bone Thugs N Harmony - Notorious Thugs
Ending Thought: Girls named Camille are dangerous.
In more somber news, there's been the growing smell of decay coming from the other end of the warehouse. The Boss went to investigate and found Clyde's mother behind a pile of wood; we speculated that she had gotten hit by a car, came back to the shop, and hid to recuperate. The wounds were too sever it seems.
The Boss usually comes up with some nifty names for the fluffies, but he could never figure out one that really applied to this one. She was small, with greenish eyes and a grey coat matted with browns and blacks. More skittish than any of the others, The Boss could only remember petting her once, and she could only be caught in a trap by using her kittens as bait. She had three litters of kittens in the shop during her time, so he defaulted at naming her, Mom.
The world's a rough place for feral cats.
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Daughter - Landfill
Ending Note: Here one day, gone the next. Do something special tomorrow.
Last night went to catch a showing of The Roundup at the Castro. Was able to catch it now, before a theatrical release, through the SFJFF that's still going on. Ever since hitting Sundance this past year, I've rekindled an appreciation for film that I had lost for a while.
As a student in college studying film making, it became a labor of writing papers, renting equipment, vying for position over rivals in class - work. Entering into the industry as crew, film sets became battlegrounds where you just wanted to make it out alive; the wounds were not just physical, but moral and mental - work. I had lost that wonder and appreciation - the love.
It wasn't until Park City that I remembered what it was about films that initially got me on such a simple, basic level. Being surrounded by hundreds of people that were all gathered in genial appreciation for the event, looking forward to each film, socializing with strangers that had traveled to that town for the same reasons, it energized you; you felt alive.
It wasn't until after the festival that I reflected on this, and came to realize that that feeling wasn't just accessible via Sundance, but in watching movies in general. If you let them, they can take you elsewhere, and that sort of displacement brings new breath to your own life; you gain perspective and a respite for those ninety minutes.
So I try to make at least one showing to the festivals that roll through - get a little and give a little back.
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Gym Class Heroes - Cupid's Chokehold
Ending Note: The Roundup was a very well done, good movie. You should check it out.
Read the news online during my lunch break. It's something I inherited when I took the nine to five world on.
Went over the details of the stuff that happened in Norway, and had a talk with The Boss about it.
The Boss: "Do you feel better now that you've read that?"
Me: "No."
The Boss: "That's why I stopped reading the news. Nothing good ever happens in the news."
He's got a point, albeit a pessimistic one; corruption sells, death sells, humiliation sells. Need more proof, check your local listing for some choice programing.
But I'd rather see things from another angle.
I read the news to stay informed, to stay connected to the humanity that's in a constant swirl of chaos and change. If anything, the world needs all the help it can get, even from lil 'ol me. In the grand scheme of the game, I'm not making much of a dent in the the scales of hope and love and joy, but +1 is better than 0, and a hell of a lot better than -1.
Need some perspective?
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Only Son - Call Them Brothers (feat. Regina Spektor)
Ending Note: Maybe you don't need to measure progress. Maybe you just need to know which direction its headed.
At work, The Boss and I try to keep things a little loose and silly - helps to get through the day. Recently we had a production rent from us called "Animals On Parade". Here's the rental on the white board.
Last night, met up with some friends to catch a showing of Jaws at the Paramount.
(The main stage and organist.)
(The ceiling.)
(The Marquee.)
Sorry the photos are so blurry, but it's low light shooting in a movie theater, whadaya expect?
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Sigur Ros - Dial: Revenge
Ending Note: A girl was shot in front of Gaylord's on Piedmont. Oakland, you're despicable.
I've just realized, I have yet to introduce my co-workers. Here are a few:
(Clyde, Skid, & Vicky)
I call them all Fluffy, but, The Boss, has given each their own moniker as stated in the parenthetical above. This will not turn into a cat blog filled with videos and images of cats doing silly things, but these guys'll make it in fairly often I think; I see em five days a week.
Another ongoing project of mine: The Chronicle of Wedges
