September 2005
Monthly Archive
Thu 22 Sep 2005
Jerm’s Tomato Theory: As you eat through the ripe tomatos in a bag, the most ripe of the less ripe tomatoes, through relativity, become the most ripe tomatoes, though in all practical terms they’re no riper than when you began. The net effect of this is that it takes 2 or 3, “Ugh, that was a bad one!”s before you realize that you’re eating a tomato whos grade of ripeness you’d have thought unconsumable when the truly ripe tomatoes were still in the bag.
Jerm’s Corrollary: The knowlege of and acceptace of Jerm’s Theory don’t seem to help one stop reaching for the bag, “Oh, must have missed THIS ripe little beauty….. BLECH!!”
*removes the bag of tomatoes from his desk*
Sat 10 Sep 2005
That’s right boys and girls, the guy who not a year and a half ago was trying to figure out where he could hook up his bus to live is buying a dwelling that has neither wheels nor flashing retractable stopsign. And as if that weren’t grown up enough, there’s a rentable space so I get to have a tennant. So, between spending gobs of money and becoming a landlord I’ve got flashes of The Money Pit and Pacific Heights dancing in my head.
To be fair, though, I’m not alone in this daft affair. One Heidi Eklund, obviously at a loss for rational decision making, is accompanying me on this journey. Perhaps it’s something in the New Paltz water, but we’re obviously not in our right minds.
We do, however, seem to have decent taste in houses, at least i think so. Check it out. I doubt we’ll have it anywhere near as “Better homes and Gardens” as it is now, but it’s quite the swell little place that seems to have had (knocking on wood) all the relevant work done on it before we came along (this is where Tom Hanks and Shelley Long really work up a good guffaw).
This is probably the most grown-up thing I’ve ever endeavoured to undertake, but at least it’s a huge risk and scary as hell. Truly, though, it’s all very exciting. The whole thing seems fabulous, at a fair price. I even got them to throw in a shed and a riding lawnmower. And i’ve never had my own shed before. I imagine I’ll need to buy a wheelbarrow.
Thu 8 Sep 2005
Ok. Up until now I’ve refrained from a whole lot of gadgety geek blogging, but something this sexy really deserves a note. Not only has Apple finally gotten right the whole idea of a black ipod (re: the colossal ICK that was the U2 Ipod), but it’s so frikkin tiny one would be silly to not drool. I’ve had to wipe my keyboard off several times already.
No, just drool.
Wed 7 Sep 2005
“When I stepped off the plane, I felt like I’d just left and had been gone forever all at the same time. It’s the same every year, the convention is tricky that way. You find yourself in a completely different world for 10 days and the longer you are gone the harder it is to remember how the real world functions. You have a job back home? What job! You have a car payment back home? What car! All I need is a golf cart! After living differently for just long enough to start to get used to it, it’s hard to come back home and not have the post-convention blues. I check the WFFC message board every day and have read through Keith Abner’s journal to still hang on to the feeling. I try not to think that it’ll be a whole year before I’ll see you all again. BUT – I’ve decided the wait is worth it. In the end, it gives us all time to remember how to live in the real world so next year the convention will make the same unexpected impact on us as it did this year. We need the time to forget, so next year we are surprised again.
–Karmalized.com
I won’t, mind you, but that so totally and perfectly sums up the post-convention experience that it gave me chills.
For the last 2 weeks people have been asking me how my vacation was, how the convention was, and I invariably reply, “Fantasic, but hot,” or some similar permutation of the two. Detail beyond that is sparse and vague. I imagine the reasoning for that is twofold. Firstly between the heat and the alchohol, i think even my own recollections are sparse and vague. Second, however, is much less environmental and yet all about the environment;
“What happens at the convention stays at the convention,” is a common mantra, though not necessarily true, especially with all of the cameras and photoblogs. I think more of it goes to the fact that, at least for me, lots of the stories, fabulous as they are in my mind, fall a bit flat out of context. Some things totally translate, but i find that trying to get across the vibe of the convention is a bit like trying to describe to a whuffo what skydiving feels like.
I know i had a brilliant time out there, if y’all wanna know more about it, meet me there next august 
