It is my birthday week and due to a variety of circumstances, I have decided that a trip to the Pacific Northwest was in order. I am currently sitting at the Austin airport using my Verizon MiFi (recently upgraded to the 4G edition and low and behold, the AUS is getting a 4G signal) and checking emails and decided to put up this blog post.

My trip is not a vacation really, just working from a different locale, a change of scenery as it were. I will be in Portland also doing some recon for one of my clients that plans to increase their retail presence out in that area. So checking out the competition, determining whom they should speak with, etc. Should be a nice change of pace from coding and looking at call detail records.

I won’t be able to really take Chicken Day on the road with me (which is Tuesdays) as I fly back next Tuesday and leave Portland at like 9am, whilst my layover is of a good length in LAX, I don’t want to think about where I might find edible chicken wings there.

But Taco day is a different story altogether, that is tomorrow. Several times when mentioning Portland, people (white people mind you, not that there is anything wrong with them being white, just a data point), have said how I won’t likely find any Mexican food or people of Hispanic descent. When I first heard this, I thought, you know what, I don’t know. Then a friend of mine said that “There are many of our peoples there you know.” (he is half-Mexican too), therefore not knowing what to believe (not that I don’t believe people out of hand, but I was raised to find the truth yourself, and not to always blindly follow people, even people you trust).

I looked it up….

* Per the 2000 Census, the population of Portland was 6.8% Hispanic. That means something like 30-36k Hispanics in Portland, per numbers from 11 years ago.

* Per the same 2000 Census, the population of Austin was 30.5%, meaning 215k Hispanics, which makes sense given the fact Texas used to be part of Mexico and general proximity to Mexico.

* Per the same 2000 Census, the population of Lansing, MI (my hometown) was 9.98%, which translates to almost 12k hispanics in Lansing, MI.

* Portland’s Wikipedia page states that in data collected from 2006 – 2008, the population of Hispanics in Portland is now at 8.8% or 48k, and it is Wikipedia, so has to be right, right?

So per the quick search for data, there appears to be more Hispanics living in Portland than my hometown, but on a percentage basis it is lower and both towns are lower than Austin. Note, in some areas of Austin, the billboards are in Spanish (not ingles and espanol, solo en espanol).

With all of that hard statistical data there, I am certain that Rachel can find us a place to eat Tacos in Portland that is fairly authentic (not necessarily Tex-Mex, but far, far from a Taco Bell, Taco Bueno or even a Taco Cabana [which for fast food tacos is actually pretty good]).

I am looking forward to seeing my sister’s town (yup she owns it now) as I have never been to Portland, ever, was in Seattle and drove east to visit the Douglas County PUD once, but that is as close as I have come to Portland. I have at least one CoWorking place (the Collective Agency) that I want to check out. I would like to visit at least two, maybe three.

I fly back to Austin on the 27th. I hope to have a great visit with my sister, I am currently cleaning out all the pics off my phone so that I have plenty of space available to take lots of pictures.

Oh yeah, if you are a runner or in search of a dog, go visit Gina’s Shelter on the 24th, they are having a 5k and of course always have cute puppies, kittens and great adult dogs and cats too.

Laterz!

 

OK, the pic has nothing to do with this post, except that I took it during our campfire the other night. Just looked cool.

If you have been reading this blog, then you might know that I have been swimming. Therefore it would seems a bit odd that with a WHOLE lake not but a brisk 2 minute walk across the lawn and small sandy beach I have been walking/jogging the last few mornings.

The swimming pool has spoiled me on giving me lanes, lines on the floor of the pool and sides to turn around on, the lake doesn’t offer these, making it hard to swim laps. Fun to play in, hard to swim laps. So I figured I would try some jogging, same as I did last year.

This year I found that I was not nearly as winded/taxed/exhausted as last year. However, my legs still hurt from the running, all the exercise I have been getting has been very low impact and I really have not done any jogging for quite a while. I made sure the stretch before and after, but still my legs are hurting, so I think I will skip the jog tomorrow, seeing as I have done about 3 miles a day (1.5 out / 1.5 back).

Last summer my niece, Abigail, got me to use a snorkel mask and sort of kick around near the end of the dock, I really liked it. I think that was part of what really got me started on the idea of learning to swim. This year, I figured I would get myself a full snorkel kit. Back home I have been using a freestyle snorkel, which mounts to the front of my head and keeps the snorkel out of the way of my arms.

This one is a traditional side mounting one, I used it a little bit yesterday and it was fun. Today I used it for about 20 minutes and swam back and forth between the docks, hugging the ‘drop-off’. I saw all sort of fish and crawfish and other small lake water creatures swimming around. I got a good swim workout going back and forth like that, this was after doing 3 miles of walking, had to take a few work phone calls on the way back.

I hope to do about an hour of swimming tomorrow, just going back and forth and possibly going pass the drop-off just a little, I will need Gina to play lifeguard and make sure I don’t drown.

Almost forgot to mention, that my waterproof iPhone armband has been great, for both the lake and for my walks. And for my time in the lake, I bought a pair of Vibram KSO (keep stuff out) shoes, they are like gloves for your feet. They have been great in the water keeping the zebra mussels and rocks from hurting my baby soft feet, also they were a great conversation starter at the 4th of July party.

Well, I best get back to it, I want to get a bit more done before my afternoon dip in the lake.

Laterz

I have never really been what one would call an active person.

But over the last couple of years, I have become more active, not talking about running several miles a day or bench pressing my bodyweight (which I cannot currently due), but in comparison to my previous lifestyle (consisting of sleeping, eating, driving to work, sitting at a desk for at least 8 hours, then playing video games whenever not doing those other things), then I am an Ironman.

Due to scheduling conflicts I have not been to Gladiator in quite a while, but have taken what I have learned there and been applying it to my own workouts, which consists of a decent amount of swimming. I have managed to go swimming at least a few times a week and for a bit there, I was going to the pool every evening. Then I did the Spartan Race, about four miles of rough, hilly terrain with various obstacles (representing the feats of strength of a Spartan). I completed the race about 15 minutes after when I wanted to and did that with a sprained ankle. (I sprained it fairly bad about 1/2 way through the race.)

This hampered my swimming, causing me to only be able to swim once or twice a week and rarely back-to-back. But the ankle is mostly healed now and I have started swimming on a back-to-back basis. But of course, we are now into the summer months, this means that everyone and their brother (and their brother’s kids) are at the pool. Swimming at the El Salido pool over the fall and winter months has spoiled me something awful, I mean I am used to there being a handful of people swimming in the pool and rarely having to share a lane.

With the triple digit temperatures forcing those seeking relief from the heat with the benefit of some fresh air out to the pool, the place is an utter madhouse, children running everywhere, kids playing basketball, dive board has a line constantly five or six deep, the pool is proverbially popping. I feel like an old man, wanting kids to get off my lawn, I remember feeling spoiled like this when I bowled in a league with Jeremy many years ago, we would close the place, bowling for a few hours after league ended.

But I need to get my lap swimming in right? So I try to get to the pool as early as possible after work, but still it is packed, with them cutting the number of lap lanes down, to make room for the increased number of kids, it means that the lanes are doubled up and often times there are a few folks waiting for a lap lane (myself included). This has put a cramp in my style. So thankfully with summer comes morning swimming hours at many of the pools in the area. (Note, El Salido is the ONLY PUBLIC pool open year round.)

Being a member of the El Salido pool, I also have access to the Anderson Mill pool, which has morning swimming from 7 to 10 am in the morning. But that didn’t feel quite early enough given the distance to the pool from the house, so I looked around some more and found that Cedar Park has a pool that has open lap swimming (from June to the end of August) from 6 am to 9 am, and is only a short distance from the house. I managed to get there three times in a row last week for morning swim before work (scheduling didn’t permit it the rest of the week).

This weekend I didn’t have a chance to get out to El Salido either Saturday or today (Sunday), but there is the Buttercup pool that is only two blocks from our house here in Cedar Park. I have driven by that pool for the last 11 years and never really thought about going to that pool. Mind you, up until October of last year I didn’t swim, at all. But I decided I needed to finally learn, I swim better now than I ever did before, but am still not what one would call a strong swimmer (unless I have my kickboard with me, then I am Michael Phelps).

So today, after having breakfast and working for a bit, I decided I should get a swim in and thought walking over to the Buttercup pool would be a good idea, the public open swim began at 1pm, I was there by 1:10 pm. I got setup and began swimming laps, the pool itself is nice a clean, the ‘deck’ area around the pool could use some cover, again El Salido has spoiled me. I finished up my laps, dried off a bit and walked home. It felt really good.

Just feels weird, like I am finally learning my neighborhood for the first time in 11 years.

Laterz

 

I imagine that whatever loyal readers I had/have likely have moved on, given that I haven’t updated this blog in forever.

I checked my posts real quick and I see a few drafts that are pretty meaty and just need finishing, I will maybe see about doing those tonight.

Quick update….

1) Work has been busy, good busy, lots to do, lots of freelancing to be had.

2) I formed a company, “Red F Tech Consulting, Inc”. I had been doing consulting/freelancing for the better part of 2010, but in April of 2011, I formalized it and have moved all my freelancing work under my company. Learned a lot about ADP, accounting, payroll taxes, regular taxes and what not.

3) Started swimming in the mornings (recent as of this week), the evenings are CRAZY busy at El Salido, so in the mornings I now swim at the Milbourn pool, closer to the house, open for lap swimming from 6am to 9am, cost $50 for the summer. I miss El Salido, but it will be there for me in the winter, after Milbourn has closed. Still swimming at El Salido on the weekends.

4) Still driving the Corolla, but thinking about test driving some cars soon, namely the Yaris (hatchback).

5) My 15″ MacBook Pro is in for repairs, again. I am still an overall satisfied Apple customer/user, but starting to feel like a Jaguar owner, it is great when it isn’t in the shop. This time the Video Card and possibly the general cooling system for the machine is fscked. I expect it back on probably Monday, hopefully Monday. My spare MacBook (plastic white one) is a good stand-in, but I am still a little hampered in what I can do without my 15″, nothing critical is being held up, but I miss it.

6) I still bake, but the frequency has dropped significantly with the amount of extra freelance work I have been doing.

Well, all for now.

Laterz

I got a call today, just as I was about to leave out to lunch, it was work related. This meant I didn’t getĀ  a chance to eat with my coworkers (for those of you that would ask “Was it Taco Day?”, fear not Mondays are just a random whatever day, so no set food day was missed), my stomach was rumbling and I was still working on the issue so I decided to fallback to my old standby when it comes to food delivery, Jimmy John’s.

I called into the one at the corner of Braker and Research Blvd (183), told them I wanted to place a delivery order and proceeded to tell the man where I was and what I wanted. I ordered a JJBLT and a quartered jumbo dill pickle. I figured the sandwich would take about 15 minutes, given that it was the middle of the lunch rush. It might have taken that long, I wasn’t timing it, but it felt like it was about 5 minutes early, so for the purpose of the store, 10 minutes. Based upon the Google Maps route, it would take 5 minutes to go the 2.2 miles from their office to ours.

I had closed the door to my office earlier to make some phone calls (one of which was to Jimmy John’s) so when the sandwich guy arrived my door was closed, but I overheard a coworker tell them that ‘his door is closed’, which alerted me to the fact that my food was here. I opened up my door, met him in the hallway and paid him, the bill was $6.50, I gave him a $10 and told him to just give me back $2.

I proceeded to finish up my typey-typey and then began to unwrap my pickle and I hear Eric ask me where I ordered from. I told him it was the Jimmy John’s on Braker. He tells me he just called there and that they said they don’t deliver. I walk down to his office and tell him that they clearly do, as I am pull another quarter of the pickle from the Jimmy John’s branded butcher paper. He calls them back and asks me for my receipt, he is speaking with the Manager and tells him the receipt number, which is verified as having delivered to our office here on Jollyville. The manager confirms that they do not deliver to this area, informing Eric that corporate (headquarters) determines the delivery areas or something and that whomever took my order would be flogged accordingly (or yelled at, but flogging seems funnier in that “glad it isn’t me” kind of way).

Regardless, the sandwich that Eric had delivered (the manager was kind enough to let Eric place his order, given that I had one delivered less than an hour ago) is the last one that will be delivered to our office and presumably almost anywhere else in our immediate area. Now, with that said I am flabbergasted, as they used to deliver to my old office on 360, I mean I was having Jimmy John’s there at least once a week or twice some weeks for a while (was stuck at the office for lunch quite often). The idea of the 360 office from the Braker Jimmy Johns in my head seems much farther than from there office here on Jollyville, as per Google Maps it is literally the same distance (depending on which way you go, the route I would take is more like the 2.3 miles, vs the 2.2 mile route they show).

My next thought was that maybe we fall in the jurisdiction (set by corporate) of the Jimmy John’s further up on 183, Eric called them to see, nope we are not in their delivery area. (note the other Jimmy John’s on 183 is about 2.6 miles away) Apparently, the next time I want Jimmy John’s I will need to drive the 2.2 miles down to get one, or maybe I could just drive down to my old office on 360, sit in the parking lot and wait for the Jimmy John’s driver to show up, then drive back. Or better yet, I can order one and ask them to deliver it to their parking lot.

This incident will not keep me from eating Jimmy John’s, but it does make me want to have a serious discussion with the Manager, I mean maybe ALL of those meals (including catered box lunches) I ordered at the 360 office were technically in error as well. Or maybe there is some sort of rampant crime regarding the stealing of sandwiches here on Jollyville.

If anyone from Jimmy John’s reads this (local or corporate), please drop me a line, I want to know how I can get my JJ fix without having to drive to the nearest one.

Thanks, now back to the grind.

The saying works better, when you are talking about non-descriptive positions likes kings or queens. As some may have read in facebook postings my beloved server Jules has for all intensive purposes died. I had Sprocket Networks ship him down to me for the low price of $39.95, in the hopes that I would be able to retrieve database data off of him.

Luckily I was able to retrieve the majority of my data off of him. However, not sure much more is retrievable, I took the hard disk out and will slap it into a USB enclosure, I have one laying around here somewhere.

All technological buffs (nerds, geeks, technosnobs) at some point have to name a computer. The naming of a server, tends to run in a theme, often times related items, like brand names of beer or alcohol, Jeremy and I settled upon the Pulp Fiction characters, the first of which was Jules. He was a box that I had laying around, I bought a new hard drive for him and increased the ram and installed Fedora Core on him.

I looked around for places to co-locate a mid-tower box, in Austin this was too cost prohibitive. However, in Dallas there was a a price I could not beat $65 + tax per month. So I dropped him off and he worked great up until the last few months. The power supply died a few months back, luckily Sprocket Networks was cool enough to replace it free of charge, in exchange for a replacement power supply.

But this last issue, is indicative of a hard drive failure, or at least from what I went through to get the data off the drive that I plucked from Jules’ case, much like one would pluck a still beating heart, being failure is imminent.

I have been working on Amazon EC2 server configuration as part of my 2nd contract. So that meant, I had to name a server, this one would be known as Marvin, you know the one that Vincent shot in the face. You know ‘Oh man, I shot Marvin in the face!’

Vincent is a server that was setup for a side project that a few of us had going about a year ago.

And Coolidge (the boxer from Pulp Fiction) is a Windows EC2 instance that I have running for another contract project.

I spent some time today working on getting my Technosnobs and Ben.Dominguez-Benner blogs back up. In both cases the blog engines had to be upgraded to a version that is PHP 5.3+ compatible.

Well, I best check on dinner and I have some server config work to do that actually pays the bills.

Laterz.

Not something that on would normally call blog worthy, unless you say found money in the microwave or some how received super human powers or a portal to another dimension.

Alas, none of those things happened before, during or (at least to me) after cleaning the microwave.

The microwave here at the office is probably the same as just about any microwave you would find in break-room, kind of run-down, a little beat-up on the outside and most likely dirty on the inside.

I have worked in about nine different offices, some were what one would consider upscale, others would be consider ghetto, and a few just run-of-the-mill, but all of them had the microwave.

And at some point, someone would microwave something that exploded or at the very least splashed something onto the top or the sides of the microwave. In some cases there were breakroom watchdogs who would mass mail the office to inform them the offense that had been committed by exploding the food in the microwave, other times it would simply just sit there. And at one office, the nightly cleaning staff was nice enough to wipe it out, not sure if this was part of their regular duties or not, but they did it.

But back to the title of this post

“I cleaned the microwave today.”

I didn’t clean the microwave because of some mass emailing, nor did I clean it because my food exploded (notably this was the 2nd time I ever used the microwave since working at this office in May). I cleaned the microwave because it was dirty, not “I think there is something that is going to infect me dirty,” but dirty nonetheless.

The microwave was slightly worse than the previous time I had used it (about three weeks prior) and I have to admit I had the urge to clean it the first time that I used it, but there were lots of people in the break room and the sink was full of dishes and I just wanted to eat my oatmeal.

This time was different, I was in the office early, there was no one around, the sink was empty and I had a few extra minutes, so rather than bitching about it or making a fuss or going to the extreme of getting and putting my own microwave in my office (to which I have the space available), I cleaned the microwave.

I did it because it bugged me and I knew it must be bugging someone else, so I did something about it. I have worked along side the watchdogs and have to say that their attitude while correct in the idea that everyone should clean up after themselves is harshly negative and toxic in that it feels like someone scolding someone, vs helping someone.

I am not suggesting that someone should constantly cleanup after others, unless that is their job, and to be honest that job would kind of blow, but the feeling of doing something nice for others is sometimes reward enough.

I guess over the last year, I have felt the need to belong to a group and part of belonging to a group is contributing and hopefully in contributing even in the smallest way (like cleaning a dish in the sink or the microwave) it will make someone else feel compelled to do it next time. This might be a naive idea, in that people are selfish (myself included), but sometimes that cliche idea of “Pay it forward” sometimes works.

Anyway, I had the idea for this blog post while cleaning out the microwave, that sometimes you shouldn’t turn a blind eye or worse yet remove yourself from a group setting, sometimes you should just take a minute to solve the problem and quietly clean the microwave (and possibly write a slightly pompous blog post).

Back to the grind.

Laterz

My Swim Gear

Pictured above is all of my swim gear. I took some lessons from Brand Brickley (one of the trainers @ Camp Gladiator, the fitness boot-camp that I have been going to since February) about six-weeks ago.

It should be noted that up until taking these lessons (of my own free will) that my general response to any question about doing a water related activity had been “Yeah, I don’t really do water.”

But this past summer up at the cottage, my niece Abigail convinced me that I should put on a scuba mask and look ‘scuba’ at the end of the dock with her. I was amazed at how many tiny fishes are in the lake swimming around you at any given time. The water at the lake is almost as clear as swimming pool water (but without that chlorine sting).

Anyway, that sort of ‘scuba’ experience with my niece made me want to learn how to really swim. I still attest that I could swim before my lessons, but I do concede that my swimming before the lessons was horrible form. Or as my loving wife puts it ‘not real swimming’.

So when the off-week for the Camp Gladiator session before this last one came around, I took Brandon up on his offer for swim lessons. The lessons are not cheap, but I believe that I get the personal attention that I needed to get over many of my issues with the water. (Some of which I am still working on, but I believe I am now working on improving skill proficiency and not so much overcoming fears.)

The biggest #1 issue I have had is getting water up my nose. I had a couple of drowning scares when I was younger and that forever changed my comfort with putting my head into the water and anything regarding getting water up my nose. I still believe that I have some sort of physiological oddity with my sinuses regarding the amount of water that gets up in there while I am doing my laps, but I have noticed that the more I practice proper breathing technique the easier it is to clear them out and that a little bit less water is getting up there.

The second issue I think has just been general comfort level with being in the water, which I also believe stems from those scares I had as a kid.

Going back to the title of this post.

“It’s Official, I am a swimmer!

Recently for almost two weeks there, I would come home from work, let the pups out, get changed into my trunks, fill my water bottles and head off to the El Salido pool. Let me caveat this with the fact that I do my bootcamp on Tuesday and Thursday mornings, so I had not been swimming in the evenings on those days. However, during that two week period, there was at least one day where I decided to go swimming the evening after Gladiator, which at the time felt great. The next day though, I realized I had overextended myself just a little. (was pretty sore)

When returning from the pool, Gina would usually be home from work and we would figure out what we were doing for dinner. Some days I would take a shower when I got home, others I would just throw my street clothes back on and we would head out. Well, recently I noticed that even after taking a shower my fingers still smelled of chlorine. Gina even mentioned that she could smell the chlorine on my hands.

I mentioned this on Facebook, and Eryn Chandler, a friend who has been swimming like everyday (pretty sure it is like everyday) for the last two years, said “Welcome to my world!!!! You’re officially a swimmer when you always smell like chlorine :-)

In terms of taking lessons and ‘learning to swim’, I had taken some group lessons as part of the summer camp and after school program that I went to back in grade and middle school. But I remember refusing to put my face in the water. I remember my mom telling me that she tried to get me to swim as an infant/toddler, telling me that when she put me in the water, I freaked out and scrambled like spider monkey up to her shoulders and avoided the water.

But I do believe that I have for the most part mastered the fear of being in the pool and getting my head underwater and even water up my nose. I think the lesson where Brandon got me to go to 12′ point in the pool to go down to the bottom, breathing out, and then kick my way to the surface was probably that point. We started at the 5′ mark, then the 8′, then the 10′, and finally the 12′.

He was very patient with me as I dealt with the fact that I didn’t really want to do it. But after successfully doing it at the 8′ mark, I wanted to try to the 10′ and then the 12′. I felt the hesitation gradually slip away.

My parents have separately (and on multiple occasions) told me that I was a stubborn child and that if there was something I really didn’t want to do, that I wasn’t going to do it. I have found that this stubbornness is still at the core of my being, but that I have come a long way and can overcome it if I need to. Though, it is a powerful driving force within my personality, which I try to consciously control, as it could prevent me from doing a lot of things that ultimately are beneficial to me as a person or as a working professional.

So if you had told me a year ago or even say three months ago that I would willing sink myself to the bottom of a 12′ pool, while exhaling that ever vital air in my lungs, so that I could touch the bottom and then spring to the surface, you know for like fun, I would have told you to that you could go <expletive deleted>.

Now, I look forward to swimming my laps at the end of the ‘day’. The El Salido pool is pretty empty during this time of year (as I am gathering) from 6:00 to 7:30pm, there has been at any given time like two other adults there. This one time, there was like a whole high school swim class, but that was an anomaly as the swimming pool they normally use had some sort of issue that night. (I heard there was a bomb threat at a school near there, so I think that might have been related.)

And as I am swimming back and forth, trying to get to the point where I can do a 50 (meter) without stopping at the 25 (meter) mark (I am down to taking two or three breaths and going back at it, so getting there), I think to myself, I could have been doing this years ago, WTF was I thinking.

I definitely don’t want to give anyone the impression that I am a fantastic swimmer, I cannot yet do my freestyle and breath properly while swimming, but I am getting there. I think I have almost mastered breathing while kick-boarding.

I won’t be swimming any races anytime soon, but I am enjoying the activity immensely and look forward to being able to raise my elbows high and turning my head to the side gracefully to breath and you know repeating for like 100 meters.

Ok, back to the grind!

… the more they become the days of old?

It has been 127 days since I made the announcement that I was going out for cigarettes (note, I don’t smoke, read the post). It has been 168 days since Gina joined the team over at the Humane Society of Williamson County.

Given that we both changed jobs within two months of one another, it would be fair to say that our lives have been a little adventurous. Both of us jumping into our new duties with the vigor of twenty-somethings. For Gina this has meant trying to figure out how to be a manager (again). And for me, it has meant learning how to be SOLEY an individual contributor (pretty sure that is the term I heard from HR folks when I was doing interviews).

Gina’s schedule has finally settled down, so that she pretty much always has Thursday and Friday off. This means that her Friday is Wednesday, whereas mine is still, well Friday. The Dogs are happy, seeing as one of us is home more or less all-day, Thursday to Sunday.

I term my transition as “learning how to be SOLEY an individual contributor”, because for the (almost) four years, I have had staff. Having staff for me didn’t mean that I just sat in my office and played video games (though that is something I long to one day experience) or take random naps on a couch in the office, but that I was responsible for managing the output of anywhere from two to six individuals, in addition to whatever my own duties were (which often was a mixed-bag of operational, sales engineering, product management and tech support).

So, now being only responsible for myself (and honestly on some level, only having to answer for myself) has been quite a relief. I have feel like a great weight has been lifted off my shoulders. This is not to say that my workload has decreased by any significant factor, on some level it could be stated that my actual like “typey-typey” workload has increased, but there is a significant deal more job satisfaction and learning that I am doing, so I don’t find it to be stressful, also I make more money now, which to be honest, more money makes things better like 99.9% of the time, right?

However, this post is coming about because, for the last few weekends, I have had a slight feeling of Deja Vu. Not that sort of like, “wow, I think this exact thing has happened before”, more along the lines of, a sort of almost natural fit to my weekend routine has returned.

Back when Gina first moved down, after we got engaged, she was working for Austin Humane Society. I don’t remember the schedule exactly, but I remember that she worked the weekends and that I felt like I had a ton of free-time on my hands, which I promptly used to play video games, namely “Civ”.

This particular aspect of my weekend routine, has returned recently. I haven’t decided if it is a good thing or a bad thing. I could definitely argue that I could be spending my time more productively, but there is something about playing video games, particularly strategy/empire building ones, that I find very centering.

There is a new version of Civilization coming out, CivilizationV. The downside is that the release is currently only for PC, they state that a Mac version will follow, but no statement as to when. I saw this a while back and ignored it, but as the ads have increased, I got the urge to play. I checked out Steam and found that they had CivilizaitonIV and all of the expansion packs for it on sale for $39.99, I got suckered in.

I have to say “CivilizationIV: Colonization” is very interesting, never having played it before, it took me a bit to get used to the play style, it is a little different than the regular Civ, mostly the same, but different enough that the usual Civ tactics don’t pan out. It centers around the American revolution, so all of the units, buildings and winning conditions center around the idea of revolution/independence in the new world.

I think I have gotten my need for Civ, mostly out of my system, but there might be at least one more weekend of attempting to take of the world in me. I have yet to use my ICBMs in the few games I of regular CivilizationIV that I have played this weekend.

As per the topic of this post, as I sit and play Civ, I find myself having almost a nostalgic remembrance of weekends from 2003 and 2004. Which has caused me to think back to how much time I have spent playing games like Civ, Masters of Orion, Capitalism, Industry Giant, World of Warcraft, City of Heroes, Fallout (all of them), and then thinking about all of the productive things I could have done with that time.

So, I think I might be changing up my weekend routine, you know after this coming weekend, cuz I need to play at least one more multi-hour game of Civ, where I crush all the opponents and win with a Domination Victory.

I do have to say though, that now that I bake bread, making dinner on Sundays seems better than whatever we did for Sunday dinners back then.

BREAD!

I forgot to mention, it is my birthday this week. W00T!

Well back to the grind.

I have seen a number of folks do this list, over the last few days in the back of my mind I have assembled my mine.

1. Ben Folds Five : The Unauthorized Biogragphy of Reinhold Messner

While I haven’t listened to this one in a while, I really love this album. It didn’t receive any critical acclaim and I think the reviews it did receive were quite harsh. I personally think this is the best album that Ben Folds Five recorded.

2. Billy Joel Greatest Hits, Vol 1 & 2

If memory serves this was a two tape set, I took them to Mexico that one summer that I spent there. I played those tapes so much that they didn’t sound right anymore. Shortly after getting a CD player, I believe this one was on of my first purchases. If I happen to find myself at a karaoke bar and a little drunk, I will perform my rendition of Piano man for everyone there.

3. Counting Crows: August & Everything After

There are many greats tracks on this CD that I absolutely love. The one most of all those has to be Mr. Jones.

4. Greed Day: Dookie

I had this on tape back in high school and remember listening to it while I mowed the lawn. I have since replaced it with a CD copy. I routinely put a few of the tracks from this into any play-list that I assemble where I am looking to kick it up a little. This album made me a Green Day fan and they have yet to disappoint me.

5. The Cranberries: Everybody Else is Doing it, So Why Can’t We?

The song ‘Linger’ made me buy the album, this album made me a fan. I have every album they recorded (except the greatest hits ones, as I have all the others). Just sad that they stopped making music.

6. David Garza: This Euphoria

I remember when I first heard the song ‘ Disco Ball World’ on 101x, sometime back in 1998 if memory serves, the DJ intro’d it by saying something like ‘This is the latest from Da-veed, don’t call me David or I’ll kickĀ  your ass, Garza’. I believe this is the album that my sister had in her 15 list.

7. Eels: Beautiful Freak

I got this one my freshman year in college I believe. It got played quite a bit that winter. It made me an Eels fans and I think I have every album they have recorded.

8. Frank Sinatra: The Capitol Years

This is a newer one for me, I think it was last year that I started listening to quite a bit of Sinatra. I have always enjoyed Sinatra when hearing it out and about (usually at some Italian themed restaurant).

9. Jill Sobule: Jill Sobule

This is one that I haven’t listened to in a few months, but I throw it on when I am feeling the need to be creative, there is just something about this lady’s style that makes me feel more creative.

10. Alanis Morissette: Jagged Little Pill

This album came out when I was in high school, it made me a fan. I do not have all of her albums, but all the latest releases. She makes it into the rotation pretty often.

11. Ben Folds: Live

This one is one that I listen to pretty often, the recordings are Live, which honestly is the greatest part of Ben’s performances. He improvises and deviates from the studio recordings and he does it well. The Live album has an awesome mix from his older days and new stuff.

12. Lewis Black: The White Album

His ranting is almost musical, but it is comedy in what I would call rare form. I have most of his comedy albums. The jokes changes a little bit and he pulls much of his material from the headlines, but if you listen to them all (and watch the TV specials) you can tell the pattern. I love his sense of humor, there were many a trip to Dallas where Mr. Black’s performances made the trip through, Georgetown->Belton->Temple->Waco->Hillsboro->Waxahachie to Dallas much easier to deal with.

13. Joe Rogan: Shiny Happy Jihad

While not a musical album, I have played this one to death. There was a time when I would listen to this at least once a day. Eventually having the various tracks mixed throughout Genius based play-lists.

14. Cake: Fashion Nugget

I like about 95% of all the material Cake has recorded. But I definitely loved Fashion Nugget, it came out when I was in college. The song ‘The Distance’ is what got me to buy the album.

15. NiN: Pretty Hate Machine

This one is from middle school, Kevan Shea had the CD and I remember hearing it on 92.1 The EDGE back in Lansing. I have owned I think every NiN album, but in looking through my iTunes right now, I am missing a few.