i got an apartment right next to la casa de , and .

i also just got this e-mail:

We selected your business card from our drop box here at Off The Wagon.  You and your guests have won a one hour open bar party.  Give us a call sometime in the next two weeks so we can get the ball rolling.  Call any Monday through Friday, 10am-5pm.  Ask for a manager.
 
Talk with you soon,
 
Off The Wagon
212-533-4487

i had slip my card in the party box sunday. good things can happen do dumb schmucks, huh?

if all the world’s secrets are kept
by snails and thrushes knock-knocking
before the secret door at sunsets…

when all the snails have dried up,
and the thrushes flown south,
will there be no secrets anymore?

relational patterns in closed number systems
or closed pathways in relational patterns?

the overlay of systems on top of systems;
what breaks when you subtract? divide?
when you add, how high the bell curve climbs…

gloating eyes and pincer-fangs,
spiders sometimes smile aweb…
but they do keep the mosquitoes down.

this is the first time, really, since i’ve been back from vacation, that i have a moment to collect my thoughts. there is a lot going on.

while i was in maine, i had several adventures. one was titled “driving in fog so thick you can’t see 10 feet away, and you almost hit a moose twice in a three hour drive starting at 11pm after a full day of work”. the other is titled “getting stopped by a co dea/ins blockade on 95s because your rental car is full of pot residue, and the drug dog lunged as you waited to go past the checkpoint.” that second one was quickly followed by the sequel “nearly getting strip searched as the feds tear apart all my worldly belongings because i am a long-haired ny’ker in a maine rental car with a NYC street address and a yankees hat”. that whole two-part series would have been way more amusing if i actually smoked pot. i don’t. that made it a lot less amusing.

you can catch a few pics here.

while i was gone, my roommates informed me that they were moving to ca. now, this vexes me for a few reasons:

  1. I had spoken with my roommates a few weeks prior, and they had assured me they were hanging around another year. my one roommate was supposed to be going to ca for training, and his wife was going to stay behind. the story changed to both of them going, because he got a job offer. i found out two nights ago, he didn’t get a job offer, but interviewed for two jobs. his wife says that _he_ say that means he will get one of them. then again, he was the one who said they would be around another year…
  2. L and i are not transitioning into new space together. this had been on the table for some time, but the sudden appearance of a deadline has made the process sufficiently icky that i don’t relish the thought of the next month or so.
  3. my living space is a shambles. i start packing this weekend. i’ve seen a half-dozen places, but nothing has been decided in terms of where i am moving to.
  4. i just realized last night that i need to be in buffalo from july 29-aug 1. aside from the added financial pressure of a business trip _at the same time as a move_, the logistics nightmare of getting an august 1 apartment are making me nauseous. particularly since L needs me to help her move.

i learned and launched that whole wifi thing i babbled about on tuesday. that seems like a year ago. i’ve spent the rest of the week trying to recenter and get through my backlog. i clocked like a hundred thirty something hours in 10 days. two of those days were spent in 12 hour meeting followed by multiple hours of schmoozing with sales reps. this was mandatory schmoozing. that is usually only as fun as you make it.

a close friend of the family, phillys, passed away wednesday. it was actually a super-sad story. she has been suffering from cancer for some time, and was home on hospice. her husband, fred, has been taking care of her. apparently, she got really agitated (she was kinda spacy on pain meds) and kept insisting that she go home. when fred told her she was home, she started to cry, and asked why she was still in pain, if she was home. fred told her then that she should go visit her dad (who passed away a few years ago) if she wanted to shake the pain, and that he would be o.k. until he saw her later. she took a deep breath and died.

fred is having a hard time. my folks are out there for the service and stuff now, and are generally trying to keep him from flagging too far. phyllis was in her mid 60’s, fred is in his late 60’s. they both lived hard lives, and from looks alone, you’d guess they were both a decade older than they are (or were). until you saw the glimmer in their eye or heard the bells in the back of their laugh. age treats some people like newspaper, and others like mahogany. the world is definitely lessened by the departure of a hardwood masterpiece like phillys.

i’m beat-down, but not gone. i put a hold on an apartment in the building next door to where , and live. it is a nice-sized two bedroom, but it is my safety at the moment. it is in my price range, but just barely, and i feel like i could get more for what i would pay a month elsewhere. the main benefits of the space are that it will be available july 1, it is no fee, and it is a decent location that i already know.

work, despite being killer, has been rewarding. my boss has definitely recognized that i am a self-starter asset to the team etc. etc, and, as such, i am getting what i feel is the right mix of props and responsibility.

i’ve been re-connecting with some old friends. this always happens to me when i move – i get very introspective, and usually end up touching base with a few people who i haven’t heard from or seen in some time. this is good and bad. so far, mostly good.

i just realized i should probably put this behind a cut, but i am not going to re-read all this to figure out where the right place to do it is. instead, i am going to post a video clip that has been helping me through my week:

http://gothamist.com/2007/06/19/lincoln_center.php

now i just need to start all over so i can get a backup machine running so the world doesn’t go up in flames when we go down.

also: it is really hard to get dns to work over a tunneled vpn which has no real awareness of the internet.
also aslo: it is _really_ hard to set up a ssl certificate when you can’t run dns.

so, despite the fact that i will probably pull all of my hair out by tomorrow afternoon, they gave me a nokia n800 for all my troubles!

it is pretty freakin sweet (still sticking with imitating peter griffin today), i just have _no_ time to play with it.

i’m not hungover, i’m exhausted from being out all night drinking.

to whit, i have had 11 irish car bombs in the last two nights. i have also had a smattering of single malts, expensive wine, and snooty after dinner drinks. i think it is funny that all my years of partying have given me the kung-fu power of “iron liver”, which means that all the other reps are stumbly little puddles while i am happily buzzed. wednesday night, i literally had someone run away from the bar back to their hotel in order to avoid having to do an irish car bomb.

i have been through two days of 12 hour meetings, followed by several hours of drinking hard. i’ve had two job offers, and an open invitation to meet with the CTO/COO when i go down in november, assuming we work with these guys.

i have to work late tonight, and i have a 48 hour deadline hanging over my head which has a pretty fucking sharp edge on it.

we i launch the wifi project tuesday, i have to be hot for live testing tomorrow afternoon. also, the guy who is essentially the chief technical lead for the organization is out until tuesday. the consultant who is running nokia’s end of the project is on vacation for two weeks starting tuesday…

i am in less than stellar shape to accomplish all this.

luck, and crazy juice will get me through. if not, i’ll just start throwing cats at people.

happy birthday , belated happies to .
i cannot believe i am going into another 12 hours of meetings. was out with vendors until 2:30. more of the same today.

i’m back, i’m alive, and pictures and stories to follow.
the short version: i had a nice time, there was a successful lobster boil afterward, and i need to find a new place to live before the end of july.

i fucking hate moving.

it was 37 degrees this morning where i am going to be in about 18 hours. i was asked to bring an ice scraper to clean off the windshield on the boat.

i think it may be okay that i didn’t pack a swimsuit.

after reading about this “foiled terror plot” i wonder if the tsa will make that highly flammable, dangerous liquid, airplane fuel, illegal to bring on to flights. the terrorists can’t blow it up if its use is restricted.

last night was a pretty awesome party for . the evening was a barrel of laughs. well, more monkeys than laughs, and less of a barrel and more of a bucket. o.k. last night was a vaguely cyllindrical container containing mammals. drunk mammals.

at least the yankees won.

i met some super-cool people, and ate some super-crappy pizza. watched several almost fights, lost several party-goers, and overall had a great time. i finally got to talk to for a bit, which is cool, since i always see her, and never get a chance to chit-chat.

the point is i volunteered for a bbq at ‘s place on monday, and i have no idea where it is.

i leave for maine on tuesday.

pictures soon!

want to know how my day is going? it is a good representation of my week.
so busy that the first pee break of the day you manage to take you realize that the boxers you put on five hours ago are on backwards.

yeaaah.