Keeping in mind there is precendent out there on blogging about one's job, I'll keep it vague and brief:
I've found a new job.
I'm leaving my old one.
The End
Sorry to spare the gory details...but that about wraps it up!
-K
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Every little thing he does is magic
Stewart. Copeland. Is. A. God.
I'm still in the afterglow this morning from my drum bliss at the Police concert last night. Fuck those critics who bashed their show saying it "strayed too far" from the original songs. Apparently none of those weenies were old enough to see them the first time around, or bothered to listen to their live CD to know THAT IS HOW THEY PLAY LIVE.
I about peed my drawers on "Wrapped around your finger" and "Every little thing she does is magic". The musicianship was amazing. I've determined that Stewart is a jazz drummer performing with a rock band. His ability to juggle mulitple rythmes at once just kills me. I swear at one point every limb he had was going to a different cadence! Plus, he had a killer setup with a standard kit in the front and a second riser in the back with more goodies to play with. Unbelievable. Mr. Gravity noted that Copeland played with (what looked like) golf gloves on both hands. Hee.
I can't give Copeland all of the credit, because Andy Summers brought it as well. He was dead on with his guitar solos. He isn't as animated as the rest of the group, but then again he never was. During one of the solos, I thought about Mike trying to imitate THAT on Guitar Hero! HA!
They definetely play larger than 2 guitars and a kit. The compensation for not having a keyboard or a second lead guitar was just great (and I'm sure a lot of work). Not a disappointment, that's for sure! I didn't appreciate the nuances of this band the first time around, but I do now. Guys, I'll never take you for granted again.
I'm exhausted this morning, but not from the concert (we made it home by 11pm). Mr. Gravity had to scare a racoon off the roof around 4am this morning by throwing rocks and shining the flashlight at it. I woke up thinking we had an alien invasion outside with the banging and the light show. After about 20 stubborn minutes, the bugger went away. At least Mr. G didn't need to turn the hose on 'em. Plus, I'm not sure if our water pressure would've hit the peak of our roof (yes, he was parked at the peak). Needless to say, sleep wasn't really premium after that...oh well, that's what the weekend is for!
later!
I'm still in the afterglow this morning from my drum bliss at the Police concert last night. Fuck those critics who bashed their show saying it "strayed too far" from the original songs. Apparently none of those weenies were old enough to see them the first time around, or bothered to listen to their live CD to know THAT IS HOW THEY PLAY LIVE.
I about peed my drawers on "Wrapped around your finger" and "Every little thing she does is magic". The musicianship was amazing. I've determined that Stewart is a jazz drummer performing with a rock band. His ability to juggle mulitple rythmes at once just kills me. I swear at one point every limb he had was going to a different cadence! Plus, he had a killer setup with a standard kit in the front and a second riser in the back with more goodies to play with. Unbelievable. Mr. Gravity noted that Copeland played with (what looked like) golf gloves on both hands. Hee.
I can't give Copeland all of the credit, because Andy Summers brought it as well. He was dead on with his guitar solos. He isn't as animated as the rest of the group, but then again he never was. During one of the solos, I thought about Mike trying to imitate THAT on Guitar Hero! HA!
They definetely play larger than 2 guitars and a kit. The compensation for not having a keyboard or a second lead guitar was just great (and I'm sure a lot of work). Not a disappointment, that's for sure! I didn't appreciate the nuances of this band the first time around, but I do now. Guys, I'll never take you for granted again.
I'm exhausted this morning, but not from the concert (we made it home by 11pm). Mr. Gravity had to scare a racoon off the roof around 4am this morning by throwing rocks and shining the flashlight at it. I woke up thinking we had an alien invasion outside with the banging and the light show. After about 20 stubborn minutes, the bugger went away. At least Mr. G didn't need to turn the hose on 'em. Plus, I'm not sure if our water pressure would've hit the peak of our roof (yes, he was parked at the peak). Needless to say, sleep wasn't really premium after that...oh well, that's what the weekend is for!
later!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
A running thing...
Ok, I had to post about my latest running achievement (this is NOT a running blog). I did 4 miles on Saturday, no stopping, no breaks. All in about 45-50 minutes. And it felt GOOD.
On a different note, the Police concert is tonight. I'm going to drummer heaven for a few hours, hope I come back a different person!
-K
On a different note, the Police concert is tonight. I'm going to drummer heaven for a few hours, hope I come back a different person!
-K
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Running Update
I am NOT turning this into a running blog...I am NOT turning this into a running blog...
Fell a bit short of my 4 miles Saturday, but made progress nonetheless. Went the first 2.5 miles w/o a break (Mike P knows this is big for me) and my total distance was 3.4 miles. Aunt Flow brought me down, I'm sure the females out there know what I mean. So overall, I was very happy with the day.
Missed the run yesterday, so I'm hitting 3 miles tomorrow and another 3.5 - 4 on Saturday. My 8K training dictates only 2 tomorrow and 3 on Saturday, but I'm bumping that shit up so that 5 miles is reachable by the end of August. I'm trying to convince a friend to run the 8K with me so I have a buddy, we'll see how good my powers of persuasion are.
That's all today...I'm out!
-K
Fell a bit short of my 4 miles Saturday, but made progress nonetheless. Went the first 2.5 miles w/o a break (Mike P knows this is big for me) and my total distance was 3.4 miles. Aunt Flow brought me down, I'm sure the females out there know what I mean. So overall, I was very happy with the day.
Missed the run yesterday, so I'm hitting 3 miles tomorrow and another 3.5 - 4 on Saturday. My 8K training dictates only 2 tomorrow and 3 on Saturday, but I'm bumping that shit up so that 5 miles is reachable by the end of August. I'm trying to convince a friend to run the 8K with me so I have a buddy, we'll see how good my powers of persuasion are.
That's all today...I'm out!
-K
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Karma Run
Well, it has finally happened. After 4 months of slow progress, bumping up my distances, picking up my pace. I finally had my Karma Run.
I call it that because it was the most perfect run I've ever had. I ran only 2.5 miles yesterday morning, but I did it non-stop and felt great when I was done.
The weather yesterday was overcast, humid and a little chilly (about 67 F). I took off from my driveway and headed around the corner to tackle the First Big Hill on my local route. No big sweat, I tackled it easily enough just remembering to keep my stride short but my pace constant. I rounded out of the sub and down the main street to the point I normally poop out at. I felt good, so I didn't need to take a break just yet so I kept on trucking.
Got to about the 1.4 mile mark and tackled the Second Big Hill on the route. Again, just paced myself and did the baby stride thing to the top. And again, still feeling GREAT! No need to stop, no need to rest so I kept on...
Got to the last .3 mile at the end of my street. If I wanted to run this last little bit, I was going to have to tackle the Mother of All Hills; Mt. Rush-hill; Hill-zilla - my street. This grade is, at my best guess, about a 10 - 13% grade. I was still feeling GREAT, so I said fuck it why not? I set off again with the baby steps and the pace steady. About half way up my thighs were starting to burn, but not a challenge to my lungs.
Once I made it up to the top, I had my Rocky moment! Ran up my driveway and found Mr. Gravity in the garage and told him the blow by blow. He was excited, but of course can't be as excited as I was. I think I'm really starting to love this new hobby. 4 miles on Saturday on Paint Creek is the next target...wish me luck!
-K
I call it that because it was the most perfect run I've ever had. I ran only 2.5 miles yesterday morning, but I did it non-stop and felt great when I was done.
The weather yesterday was overcast, humid and a little chilly (about 67 F). I took off from my driveway and headed around the corner to tackle the First Big Hill on my local route. No big sweat, I tackled it easily enough just remembering to keep my stride short but my pace constant. I rounded out of the sub and down the main street to the point I normally poop out at. I felt good, so I didn't need to take a break just yet so I kept on trucking.
Got to about the 1.4 mile mark and tackled the Second Big Hill on the route. Again, just paced myself and did the baby stride thing to the top. And again, still feeling GREAT! No need to stop, no need to rest so I kept on...
Got to the last .3 mile at the end of my street. If I wanted to run this last little bit, I was going to have to tackle the Mother of All Hills; Mt. Rush-hill; Hill-zilla - my street. This grade is, at my best guess, about a 10 - 13% grade. I was still feeling GREAT, so I said fuck it why not? I set off again with the baby steps and the pace steady. About half way up my thighs were starting to burn, but not a challenge to my lungs.
Once I made it up to the top, I had my Rocky moment! Ran up my driveway and found Mr. Gravity in the garage and told him the blow by blow. He was excited, but of course can't be as excited as I was. I think I'm really starting to love this new hobby. 4 miles on Saturday on Paint Creek is the next target...wish me luck!
-K
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
The Mommy Effect
I know, I know...that is the absolute last heading you all expect to see on my blog. Especially since Mr. Gravity and I are non-breeders.
But watching some TV last night got me thinking (imagine that, TV as thought-provoking). Lately, I've become more aware of commercials. Namely, the type of commercials they show depends on the kind of program you are watching. Makes sense in most cases: medicine commercials during the national evening news ('cause the evening news is for old people); ring tone commercials during Pimp My Ride; Lowe's commercials during any show on HGTV.
Last night, we were watching the Travel Channel at the 8pm hour. Good show called No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain. I like the show b/c it holds nothing sacred and calls out pretentious bullshit with the best of them (Go Tony!). But the commercials were bugging me, you see. Most of them were the type of commercial I will call Mommy Guilt.
Every other spot was for disenfectant, diapers, baby snack food, etc...and every one of those ad spots made it seem like if you weren't using their product, you were going to hell for being a Bad Mother. Like God forbid your kid gets a cut on his hand and it gets an infection! You should have a gallon of Neosporine in the house, and if you don't you're a Bad Mother! Or God forbid your toddler licks the side of the garbage can (oh no, they NEVER do that!) and you don't have Clorox all over it...you're a Bad Mother!
These ads were making ME feel guilty and I don't even have kids (except for the 43 year old one). No wonder women in our society are made to feel not good enough. You don't clean well enough; you don't take care of your kids good enough; you aren't thin enough; and you have a wrinkle on your forehead so you're a loser!
To me, this whole thing is a new twist on repressing women. I mean, anyone knows if you want to take down a group you pick the weakest link. And when I say weak, I mean the most guilt-ridden. I would think being a mom makes you question yourself daily. You have ads bombarding you, you have the busy body bitch next store comparing her kids to yours, and you have your own moms nagging you about what is best. So The Man goes after the weakest link in the female food chain: the Guilt Ridden Mom.
Sorry, but that shit won't be bought here. And I hope that women are smart enough to know that our expectations are set WAY too high. So I say let that kid eat dirt! So what if their hair is messed up? So what if their clothes don't match? Let kids be kids and LET MOMS BE MOMS.
Go in peace and amen.
-K
But watching some TV last night got me thinking (imagine that, TV as thought-provoking). Lately, I've become more aware of commercials. Namely, the type of commercials they show depends on the kind of program you are watching. Makes sense in most cases: medicine commercials during the national evening news ('cause the evening news is for old people); ring tone commercials during Pimp My Ride; Lowe's commercials during any show on HGTV.
Last night, we were watching the Travel Channel at the 8pm hour. Good show called No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain. I like the show b/c it holds nothing sacred and calls out pretentious bullshit with the best of them (Go Tony!). But the commercials were bugging me, you see. Most of them were the type of commercial I will call Mommy Guilt.
Every other spot was for disenfectant, diapers, baby snack food, etc...and every one of those ad spots made it seem like if you weren't using their product, you were going to hell for being a Bad Mother. Like God forbid your kid gets a cut on his hand and it gets an infection! You should have a gallon of Neosporine in the house, and if you don't you're a Bad Mother! Or God forbid your toddler licks the side of the garbage can (oh no, they NEVER do that!) and you don't have Clorox all over it...you're a Bad Mother!
These ads were making ME feel guilty and I don't even have kids (except for the 43 year old one). No wonder women in our society are made to feel not good enough. You don't clean well enough; you don't take care of your kids good enough; you aren't thin enough; and you have a wrinkle on your forehead so you're a loser!
To me, this whole thing is a new twist on repressing women. I mean, anyone knows if you want to take down a group you pick the weakest link. And when I say weak, I mean the most guilt-ridden. I would think being a mom makes you question yourself daily. You have ads bombarding you, you have the busy body bitch next store comparing her kids to yours, and you have your own moms nagging you about what is best. So The Man goes after the weakest link in the female food chain: the Guilt Ridden Mom.
Sorry, but that shit won't be bought here. And I hope that women are smart enough to know that our expectations are set WAY too high. So I say let that kid eat dirt! So what if their hair is messed up? So what if their clothes don't match? Let kids be kids and LET MOMS BE MOMS.
Go in peace and amen.
-K
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