So, I can’t seem to muster the mental energy lately to write a fully-formed, well reasoned blog post.  Of course, most people would probably argue that I’ve never written one of those before in my life…but that’s another topic.  So, it’s time for another random thoughts edition of One Off.

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Sad.  Sad, Sad, Sad.  Epic Sad.  Summer is over.  To Wit:

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This makes me sad.  Our summer was so short this year.  And rumor has it that we’re in for another very wet winter.  The lawn outside my apartment is already a mud bog, and it’s only been raining for a week or so.  I, at least, hope that we get some snow this year around Christmas time.

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Speaking of Christmas time, it’s been cold and rainy lately, and every time the weather changes like that, it makes me want to start decorating for Christmas.  I know, I know.  It’s only September.  And I may not be able to control my impulses when it comes to money, but I will refrain from decorating for Christmas until November.  I may not have a lot of self control, but I think I can manage that.  I bought my ticket home last week, and got my time off approved, so I will be down in Utah this year again.  I will be home for almost a full week this time, so I might actually have some time to meet up with friends while I’m there.  Especially if you’re available during the day time during the weeks.

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I seem to be running into a lot of people lately who are capable of hearing only what they want to hear, and not what I actually say.  If I say, "Once we start the project, it will take a minimum of three weeks to complete," the person to whom I am talking will hear, "The project will be done in three weeks."  If I say, "We don’t do physical distribution of audiobooks, we only do digital distribution," the person to whom I am speaking will hear, "We do both physical and digital distribution."  Did I all of a sudden (or is it "all of THE sudden?") lose my ability to communicate clearly?  Did I ever have that ability?

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I’m completely sickened by the jackholes in Florida who are planning a book burning of the Koran (Quran?) this weekend.  I’m so, so, so tired of ignorant people making offensive decisions without at least trying to understand what it is they are fighting against.  Sure.  We’ll burn the Koran because some terrorists are Islamic, but we’ve never actually read the book, so we don’t know for sure what it teaches.  Of course, some terrorists are Catholic, but we won’t burn the Bible, because those Catholic terrorists don’t reflect the point of view of all Catholics.  All of the hatred, ignorance, and anger that resonates amongst people has really started to affect me lately.  I just wish we lived in a world where those who are religious wouldn’t use their religion as an excuse to stay ignorant of the world and the people in it.  It’s possible to be religious and still be enlightened and aware of the greater picture. 

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I’ve been feeling a little bit of…what’s the word…homesickness, I guess, for my old classmates and life at BYU.  I never felt like I fit in all that much with the MDT kids (despite my trying desperately), but they were a really fun group of people most of the time.  In the last few weeks, I’ve been mentally reliving the "breakthroughs" that I had when I was in school.  Landing a supporting lead in a mainstage play the first week of school as a freshman, the first time I got really good scores on my acting proficiencies, the time in my first acting class when I made the class laugh doing an exercise when we were only able to speak in gibberish, doing The Fantasticks with Korianne and learning, for the first time, what it meant to have a fully two-way relationship with your acting partner.  Choreographing a dance piece based on MacBeth with Nicole that the teacher still remembers eight years later.  Taking coaching with Dave.  Ballet with Richie.  As difficult as the MDT program was (and, as worthless as the degree is in the "real" world), there were a lot of good times.  I miss that.

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I also miss some of my old former friends.  I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life when it comes to my relationships with my friends.  I’ve lately been wishing that I could undo what I did and go back to the way things were.  We’ve all moved on in our lives, and a reconciliation isn’t really likely (and perhaps not even recommended) but I still miss having those friendships more readily available.

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On a more upbeat note, my dog is apparently part squirrel.  The acorns have started falling off the oak trees here at my apartment complex.  He likes to pick up the whole acorns (he won’t touch the ones that are cracked open) and carry them back to the apartment.  Then he deposits them in a pile under the dining room table.  He doesn’t chew them, he just carries and collects them, like he’s preparing for winter.  It’s really strange.

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I have two new neighbors who moved in a month ago who happen to be brothers of one of the guys I went to school with in the MDT program.  They’re really cool guys, but they’re both built like brick walls, and always find ways to go around without their shirts on.  (Let’s be honest…if I had a body like that, I would too.)  My neighbors exacerbate my body image issues. 

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And lastly, here’s another photo from my photowalk on Labor Day

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This is the underside of an old, abandoned train trestle over the Sammamish river.  The slats across the top are actually the railroad ties.

 

Luke Shaking Hands

I don't really know why, but I really like this photo.  It doesn't have the best composition, but it's just so stinkin' cute.  This is the foot and hand of my neighbor Brigette, getting Luke to Shake.

 

A quick video I slapped together with footage from my camera. 

 

So, like much of the western portion of the United States, the Seattle area got pounded with a freak snowstorm this week.  At work we had about two hours of mightily impressive hail, and the mountains got quite a bit of fresh snow.  I missed not having any snow at all this year, so I figured now would be as good a time as any to go and enjoy the snow up in the mountains.  So this morning at 6:00 AM (!) Luke and I hopped into the car and drove 30 minutes up into Snoqualmie Pass and over to the Gold Creek Sno-Park area for a couple of hours.  It was absolutely beautiful, and Luke had the time of his life.  He saw quite a bit of snow his first winter when we were still in Utah, and he loved it, but there just isn’t much in the way of snow around here. 

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It was a fun trip that wore me out.  The trip did teach me a few things, however.

  • I really need to get a new car.  A Honda Civic Coupe is not a good snow vehicle on unplowed roads.  I almost didn’t make it out.
  • I really, really need to spend more time outdoors.  It’s so beautiful around here, and I just don’t ever seem to take advantage of it as much as I ought to.
  • I am woefully out of shape.  Back to healthy eating and the gym.  *sob*
  • This was such a fun trip, and it didn’t cost me anything but the gas to get there. 

Next weekend, I think I’m going to go to the tulip festival again.  This is my third year here, and it would be my third time going back to to the tulip festival.  I think, though, that I’m going to try and go very early in the morning next weekend so I can get some great wide-angle pictures without tons of tourists in the middle of my shot.

 

So, when I decided I wanted to go vacation, I did what I normally do.  I decided to start my vacation on a Friday and finish it on a Tuesday a week and a half later, so as to take advantage of not one, but two, weekends.  I know…the brilliance that is me simply can’t be beaten.  I was going to drive down to Utah from Seattle, which is about a 13-hour drive.  I decided at the last minute (i.e., Wednesday night) that, rather than wait until early on Friday morning to drive down, attempting to accomplish the entire drive in a single trip, I would instead leave immediately after work on Thursday (today), drive half way, stay in a hotel along the way, and finish the second half of the trip on Friday morning, thus allowing me to travel at a much more leisurely pace, avoid the nasty traffic on a Friday morning around Seattle, and get to Utah earlier in the day.

I had previously decided that Luke was going to be taken to the Boarder’s on Thursday morning…even if I had decided I was still going to leave on Sunday.  It just breaks my heart to leave him there, because he always gives me that really wounded look when I walk away and leave him behind.  I’m sure he had forgotten about me completed within 30 seconds.  That’s the only reason I only mildly wracked with guilt. 

Anyhow, I decided that I was going to leave work a little early, and right before I was scheduled to take off, the team at work came and gave me a pie and a congratulations card for finishing my MBA.  It was really nice.  (It was a weird day at work.  We have a set of twins on the team, and it was their birthday.  Farrah Fawcett died, Michael Jackson died, I got a new laptop 30 minutes before the end of the day (it’s pretty sweet), and then I left for vacation.

So, I left work at 4, went home to grab my guitar, my camera, and the remainder of my luggage, loaded up the car, and went back in to do a once over to make sure all the lights were off.  I decided just as I was leaving the apartment that it would be a good idea to empty out Luke’s water bowl.  I didn’t need scummy, stagnant water growing mold and breeding mosquitoes while I was out of town.  As soon as I emptied Luke’s water bowl, I heard the sound of water falling in a place it shouldn’t be.  I opened the cupboard under the sink, and the garbage disposal was leaking all over the inside of the cabinet.  Apparently, if you just run the tap it’s fine.  But if you inundate the drain with a large batch of liquid, it overflows!  Awesome.  So I cleaned up that mess, ran to the office to tell them about the problem, and hopped in the car. 

As I was heading toward the freeway, I realized that I didn’t have my prescription sunglasses with me…I had left them at the office.  So, I turned around, went back to work, got my sunglasses, and FINALLY, an hour and a half later, took off.

The road trip was non-descript.  I am listening to a somewhat entertaining audiobook called Bitter is the New Black: Confessions of a Condescending, Egomaniacal, Self-Centered Smartass, Or, Why You Should Never Carry a Prada Bag to the Unemployment Office.  It’s definitely a “chick book,” but there are several parts that are funny as hell, and I’ve been laughing out loud several times during the trip.  Makes the time just fly by.

On the first leg of the trip, I made it from Redmond to Baker City, Oregon.  There aren’t a lot of good hotels here, but it was 11:45PM, and I was getting a little tired…particularly considering that I got up at 6AM and didn’t have customary two daily naps.  I pulled off at a Super 8 Motel for a room.

The Super 8 Motel in Baker City, Oregon should be completely ashamed of itself.  I would like to know how a SUPER 8 can justify charging $115 for a room on a Thursday night in the middle of Timbuktu, Oregon?  SERIOUSLY?  A Super 8.  $115?  And that’s with my AAA discount.  But I needed a place to sleep, and the next nearest town was another hour away, so here I am.  The room does have an in-room Jacuzzi, though.   And when I say “in-room,” I really mean in-room.  I’m laying on my bed right now, and I can reach out with my leg and touch the edge of the in-room Jacuzzi with my feet.

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Not only is this fabulous hotel room the height of class, it’s also decorated in a truly fabulous mauve and teal motif circa 1988 featuring blond wood furniture with plastic brass-colored trim.  Now all I need are a few slap bracelets, my BK Knights, and an envelope of Fun Dip, and I’ll be good to go.  (It’s truly one of the ugliest hotel rooms I’ve ever stayed in…and that included the little hotel that I stayed at in San Simeon, California that was decorated entirely in non-matching shades of pink and smelled like month-old Curry.

So to the Super 8 Motel in Baker City, Oregon, I give you a fail.  The hallways obviously haven’t been vacuumed in years.  The rooms are ugly.  The bed is uncomfortable.  You don’t even have a fake continental breakfast.  You put the hot tub actually IN the room.  And you charge me $115 a night for the privilege.  I think I’ll pee the bed just to spite you.

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