Life at an Intersection

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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Seasonal Allergies

My computer (happy 3rd birthday, baby) has apparently suffered a series of severe allergic reactions to my tidy new little white bread apartment. I turned it in to shop #2 this afternoon, and now I am at the public library, facing 50something new Hotmail junk messages and trying to tie up some loose 'net ends. Paying bills, keeping up with friends, searching for good deals: how did we do all this before the internet?!?!

Life is good. I'm settling in at home and work a little more every day. I'm Netflixing. I have every intention of joining an exercise facility. I'm shopping at charity thrift stores, where one can find tremendous secondhand deals and where one shouldn't mind being charged too much by the elderly volunteer at the cash register. I'm collecting my transcripts for a second, more determined attempt at graduate school in the fall of '09. I'm reading, though that tends to lose in the spirited jostle with Netflix. (Did you ever watch Six Feet Under? The mother on that show, Ruth Fisher, has to be one of my favorite television characters of all time.)

I'm looking towards the future, maybe now more than ever, and doing my best to enjoy this moment, too. Spring is wonderful.

Love,
Davie...

Currently About to Check Out:
Blind Fall by Christopher Rice

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Roscoe Village People

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Some spring not-so-wild-flowers I stumbled by today. Their blue was brilliant, and I loved how they were escaping and taking over the sidewalk and surroundings.

Things are going well at my new job. Yesterday was another first day; I finished training last week and was assigned back for good to the branch where I worked a couple of weeks ago. The branch manager, in his welcoming, here's-the-rules rant, told me that if it was up to him I would have to shave every day, but since his boss "looks like me" (meaning doesn't shave for a week, also? or is a white guy?) he can't expect any different from me. I was impressed with his relative open-mindedness and flexibility, since he's from a country where "men like me" are probably either persecuted or executed. I got the 19 year-old Mexican-American wife and mother who is my supervisor to warm up to me a little, too. Personality-wise, she should be good for some sparks. She ended a phone call with her husband yesterday by saying, "Ok, I love you, goodbye, you fuckin' Puerto Rican." Ah, teenagers trapped in a loveless, crisis pregnancy-induced marriage. So romantic.

We had a fun security scare yesterday, too. An emergency call came in for our manager, who for future reference shares a name with the Great Prophet (may his name be ever praised), at just before noon saying that the branch of our bank nearest our location, actually just six blocks up the street, had just been robbed. It caused quite the scramble, and a little bit of whimpering from one of the other bank employees. Oh, who am I kidding? That was me hiding under the counter and crying softly.

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This was - hopefully - the last snowman of winter. I snapped this one while walking to Target on March 22. I call it, "Frosty had bitch tits." Don't be offended; rent Fight Club again, commit it to memory, and become a better person, like me! We've had more than enough late-season snow and cold temperatures this winter. Hopefully it is over now for good.

Did you hear about the cougar that was shot and killed here in Chicago yesterday evening? Such a crazy thing. On my way home from work last night I was waiting for my second bus, and noticed a couple of news and police helicopters hovering a few blocks away. I guess this wild cat had been stalking and gallivanting around the neighborhood of Roscoe Village for most of the day yesterday, and police finally cornered it and had to kill it.

Not coincidentally, I think - the bank that was robbed yesterday? Also in Roscoe Village. Did the cougar rob the bank? Did the bank robber loose the cougar after the robbery to cover his tracks? Did the bank robber transmogrify into a cougar? Regardless, it was certainly the most exciting day ever in Roscoe Village.

My computer died a horrible death last night. I had just settled down to catch up on blogs and emails and was listening to a little Mindy Smith in the background. When I went to click on an email from my dad, a ridiculously fear-mongering Fox News-type email as it turns out, just as Ms. Smith reached for a high note, the old boy rebelled. Everything locked up, and you know how sometimes a digital music file will get stuck and repeat a little clip? Well, Mindy Smith's voice turned into a fire alarm we-re-we-re-we-re-we-re, so I reached for the power button pretty quickly. After I gave it a few seconds of rest, I tried to reboot, but the darn thing wouldn't load up Windows, just trapped in some kind of endless rebooting loop. Anyway, long story short, I had to do one of those desperate system salvage thingys and completely start over from scratch. My last external hard drive backup was more than a month ago, so I lost more than I want to think about right now. It is frustrating to start over again, downloading programs and plug-ins and making new bookmarks and all those million little inconvenient things. I am glad, though, that it was able to be resuscitated, since this is not a good time for another major expense.

Hope you are doing well! Spring. Ah.

Currently Reading:
The World Is Flat by Thomas Friedman

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Tibet, Taiwan, Tyrants

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Dear Chinese Communist Party,

Fuck you.

No Love,

David...


Did anyone else catch the irony of the headline from China this morning: "China on Wednesday strongly protested the U.S. military's mistaken delivery to Taiwan of intercontinental ballistic missile electrical fuses,"? China won't let the people of Tibet hold a peaceful, non-violent protest in their own land, cracking down in an incredibly violent, out-of-proportion, heavy-handed manner. But their evil, tyrannical, land-grabbing government feels self-righteous enough to file a protest and make demands of two other autonomous governments: "Qin again demanded an end to such weapons sales and military-to-military contacts between Washington and Taipei in order to 'avoid damaging peace and stability in the Taiwan Strait and the healthy development of China-U.S. relations.'" I wish Washington would have the balls to say to China what I just did - fuck you, evil bastards. Take your Dollar Tree junk and your shoes that give me blisters and shove them up your rice evacuation hole.

I used quotes from this AP story.

Currently Listening:
Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings by Counting Crows

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Atonement

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Back in January, after the big move and starting to get settled, I sent out a lot of resumes. Last Friday I got a response from one of those, a small community bank called me and wanted to set up an interview. I said okay, because why not, really? I finished my training at Moral Bank W on Tuesday, worked in my branch on Wednesday, and had an interview at Community Bank N on Thursday. After asking me about 3 questions, the human resources lady at Community Bank N offered me a job.

They offered me a comparable amount of salary and benefits to Moral Bank W, the chance to escape the e-vile clutches of an overlarge corporation, the opportunity to do more of the tasks and operations things that I enjoy when working in a bank, better prospects for promotions and raises, and a just-plain-better community friendly-vibe feeling.

So I accepted. I went over to Moral Bank W on Thursday afternoon and quit. I feel just a little bad, just a twinge of regret, but not so much. If someone there had been really nice, very encouraging, made me feel really welcome, then I would truly have felt bad about quitting so quickly. But that wasn't the reality. The truth is that I had no peers there, in the sense that I was the lowest of the low on the branch ladder, and I didn't enjoy the atmosphere that the bank manager created when she was there or the air of authority that she seems to work hard at broadcasting.

Anyway, blah blah, the point of the story is that I have a new job! I'm excited about this new company, and I start another two weeks of training on Monday. After that I will find out at which of their 26 branches I will be working.

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Last night, in lieu of attending a Good Friday church service, I went to the movies; the only appropriate title for the date, of course, was Atonement. I liked this movie much. It was the quietest movie that I have seen in a while, and very slow and patient as well. It captured my attention and held me. It makes sense that the movie is paced thusly, because there isn't actually a whole lot of plot involved. Lots of alternate perspective shots, lots of fading in and out of focus, lots of captured facial expressions. I read the book several years ago, 2003 if I remember correctly, and the film follows it very faithfully, so no surprises. A beautiful, romantic story.

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It snowed several inches yesterday, the supposed first day of Spring. Trudging through the new-fallen snow, stepping in street corner slush up to my ankles, wind blowing tiny ice pellets into my eyes, big wet flakes soaking my gloves in late March: it wounds the spirit.

Currently Reading:
The End by Lemony Snicket

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Simple Truths

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In church this morning, we sang "This is My Father's World," and I remembered how much I like that hymn. Here's my favorite verse:

This is my Father’s world, why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King, let the heavens ring.
God reigns, let the earth be glad.


Simple, but just right.

Twitter / Davie_St

Words That I'm Living By - 5/2/2010

Time, as I've known it
Doesn't take much time to pass by me
Minutes into days, turn into months
Turn into years, they hurry by me
But still I love to see the sun go down
And the world go around

Dreams full of promises
Hopes for the future, I've had many
Dreams I can't remember now
Hopes that I've forgotten,
faded memories
But still I love to see the sun go down
And the world go around

And I love to see the morning
as it steals across the sky
I love to remember and
I love to wonder why
And I hope that I'm around
so I can be there when I die
When I'm gone

I hope that you will think of me
In moments when you're happy and you're smiling
That the thought will comfort you
On cold and cloudy days
if you are crying
And that you'll love to see
the sun go down
And the world go around
And around and around

"Around and Around" by Mark Kozelek

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