In a Relationship
For those of you that are seeing this through facebook as a note, please be aware, this is a post on bahua.com
, which is my own personal website. Facebook picked it up through the RSS feed I entered when I created my facebook profile. Though more people may see this as a result of them being my friends on facebook than by actually checking my world-readable website, and that makes me sad. That's what I get, I suppose, for never updating.
Anyway, that was a record. It's been over two months since I wrote anything on this website. I could say I've been busy, but I really haven't. I've had work to do, and things to take care of, as I always do, but the real reason I haven't updated is because I just haven't really had anything on my mind to write about... until now.
That said, hello! How have you been? I realize it's been a while, and I'm sorry about that. I figured that perhaps people didn't want to read about every tiny minutia of my life, and about how I went to Grinders and ate a pizza. Well, from conversations I've had with people, I figured wrong. So, I will make an effort to keep you updated about every boring aspect of my life, asnd maybe even pepper it with some original prose from time to time. Lost Outlines
, a short piece that was written to capture a moment in time, has received favorable feedback from the people to whom I have shown it. I assume that the positivity therein is more a direct function of people being excited that a friend made something approximating art, but any press is good press.
I wanted to let you know that I'm seeing someone. Her name is Jenny, and she's amazing. I'm not linking her profile/website or posting pictures, so please don't ask. We've been seeing each other for about two months, and official for one. We get along famously. She lives close, which is handy, as we seem to spend a great deal of time inspecting one another's residences. I've already rearranged furniture at her behest, and she's altered her home electronics configuration at mine. In short, I'm happy in a way I hadn't previously thought possible or even imagined.
That also means that I've been a bit off the radar, and for that I apologize. I will make an effort to be more available, because too often do new relationships consume one's life, and block out all the friendships and commitments of one's pre-relationship life. I don't want that to happen.
In other news, it is a new year, and new possibilities abound. I just completed my extensive employee self-evaluation, and was about to complain aloud about doing it until I realized that I began 2009 with no job at all, and that it would be in pretty poor taste to complain about busywork at my current one. We, meaning my home owners' association, hired a new management company that took over on the first of the year, and barring some sloppiness with the garbage transition, things have been going great.
Money still sucks, but that's the way it goes. I've been struggling ridiculously to pay off the last of the debt I accumulated in my six months of unemployment, and Capital One has taken to using dozens of area codes to try to trick me into answering a call. Pursuant to getting that paid off, I am reinstating my online ledger program, and making some programming updates to it to make it more effective. If you want to try it, let me know.
I think that will do for updates at the moment, but be sure to expect more, because they are coming.
9:26 AM, Jan 7, 2010
West Thirty-ninth by Bus
In the interest of updating like I did in 2005 and 2006, here goes nothing!
Work wound down yesterday by the usual time, and I put on some warm clothes. It snowed all day and most of the night, with the dizzying swirls and lamppost-illuminated multitudes of falling snow reaching fever-pitch at around 9pm. You'd have to be crazy to go out into that. So, I caught the 47 at 10th and Main at 5:45 or so, and alighted at 39th and Bell to join Nicolas and Karen at Gilhouly's for pitchers and popcorn. For over an hour we were the only ones there. We did impressions of each other to waves of raucous laughter until Anna joined us with snow in her hair. Matt appeared soon after. We had a regular night out on our hands.
After perhaps four pitchers, we groped our way across the a street to Fric & Frac for food. I got the sandwich that's named after me, as I always do, and we split some delicious nachos and fries. We're all going to die. We drank some Irish Ales(the first of the season), and agreed that 2010's batch is A-OK. Justin, of course, was there when we arrived. Matt rode the bus down to the Midtown nethers as well, and the two of us watched buses going by, always resolving to catch the next one, and be ready for it when it comes. It never happened. Instead, when Nick, Anna, and Karen were fed up with having a good time and left, Justin graciously offered to give us a ride home in his badass urban assault vehicle.
We picked up some beer for the road and drank it in the car, appreciating Missouri's lack of an open container law for passengers. Justin dropped me off at my shabby apartment, and I was asleep in minutes.