tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56569142012-01-05T02:15:22.977-05:00My Search for an Oasis.B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-52139566178509935522012-01-05T02:15:00.000-05:002012-01-05T02:15:22.988-05:00

Although I continue to keep a regular journal and rarely log on for entries here much anymore, sometimes it's needed. Boyfriend - maybe I should say spouse - knows about the journal and could always easily break into it if he wanted. But he doesn't know about this. And it's late late nights like these, when my thoughts turn just as bleak as the weather outside. It's this house, you see. It

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Surely I have posted since last August? No? A lot has changed. The most monumental has been losing Grace. The last year had been a slow decline. Toward the end, I was used to cleaning her and her bed for urine and feces and it was no bother. Never did I feel a stronger bond with her when, in "walking" her, I would grab the base of her tail and feel those muscles wrap to my palm as we ambled

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The old anxiety has returned. It had subsided or maybe lain dormant for many months or maybe even years. But it reemerged earlier this year. A few months ago, when I first noticed its sharp edge, it had been because of work. I remember sitting in a noisy, crowded bar, shouting to be heard, and feeling a conscious effort to push it - the anxiety - down back inside me. It was centered in my

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Outside my office (aka the front bedroom) window, there is an old crabapple tree. Riddled with woodpecker holes, it's been relaxing to watch two sets of birds (sparrows) find and build homes within a couple of perfectly-sizes knotholes for them to pop in and out, as well as a robin's nest on one of the lower branches. Something to watch during the work-day. It's great working from home!The

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-55729093389252526632010-04-16T08:02:00.002-04:002010-04-16T08:13:20.786-04:00

The new job means I'm almost constantly at the keyboard. No social life, no nothing. I've thought "what are some things I can do to relieve stress" and certainly using a blog - this blog - to rant would be in keeping with how I came to form it, oh so many years ago now and so funny because it was for different reasons then.I like working from home, I can tell you that, but it's not all that

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-40874372084354559412010-04-16T07:08:00.003-04:002010-04-16T08:02:32.571-04:00

I've just passed my first anniversary with a management job. There's been some highs and lows.I've learned a lot. I jumped at the chance to interview for the position because I knew I would learn. A new product offering, a new workflow with new tools, and new people. It's been all of those things and it's been great.I'm fine with many aspects of being a people manager. I enjoy talking with

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A year ago, or maybe a little more, if I was having trouble sleeping I would have been in my duplex in Dayton, late at night reading a book or watching TV. Not so long ago, but already the memories of the surroundings fading into the past. Here I am a year later in a larger, more comfortable home with my boyfriend, and I still have trouble sleeping - more often than I care to admit.It's mostly

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-16582638855774034862009-10-27T20:07:00.001-04:002009-10-27T20:08:45.962-04:00

I don't know why people are opposed to the public option in health care reform.

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-9057032783344192172009-10-25T22:57:00.003-04:002009-10-25T23:36:40.769-04:00

It wasn't too long ago that I had reoccurring dreams about my car crashing. My dreams lately take place in the future: City neighborhoods with decaying buildings and people hiding in plain sight. A post-apocalyptic vision, and somehow I've survived and have made a way and place for myself. But there is always a threat of something about to bring it down; the need to constantly be wary and

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Living with someone can take some adjusting, but I would say the prognosis after 3 months is that it's going pretty well.

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Home is where the heart is, right? Dayton has become a distant memory here in Indianapolis. I had moments that tugged the heartstrings, painting out or carpeting over my existence at the old Duplex, as I made the rooms more marketable in neutral colors, and listened to my voice echo on empty surfaces. Duplex was the best thing about living in Dayton, my sanctuary. I'm repeating myself.But now

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-22800521470071783992009-05-20T18:10:00.003-04:002009-05-20T19:28:12.490-04:00

I'm still at work, but in an hour or so I will be driving home to the Duplex, my final time before the movers arrive first thing tomorrow.There's a small amount of packing left, but mostly there's organizing. Some items are not being moved tomorrow, and I want to bunch them together out of the way: The Dining Room chairs I found at the curb and refinished; the sideboard I bought in Rochester in

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-83646708213070787512009-03-12T16:06:00.003-04:002009-03-12T17:57:34.588-04:00

There's a couple of themes I return to, over and over, if I were to write.One of them is place or things. I might be sitting in my comfy chair in the living room of Duplex, Grace at my feet, watching TV or reading a book, surrounded by my "things" - and I'll think 'what was this same room like fifty years ago?' Who occupied these rooms, and what did they see when they looked out the window,

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-37789157700927963552009-02-24T17:08:00.002-05:002009-02-24T18:06:07.801-05:00

I might look back on this time as one of transition. The chapter representing my life in Dayton not quite closed; the next chapter in Indianapolis not past the chapter title.I love our new house. I worried in the weeks after the Closing - in itself fraught with eleventh-hour demands and anxieties at the height of last fall's credit meltdown. Had I talked Boyfriend into doing something he

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-89983139049182237422009-02-11T12:20:00.004-05:002009-02-11T13:09:02.750-05:00

We learned yesterday there would be no raises this year. Given how things are going, I'm not surprised or even disappointed.Last month, when I was out in Colorado, one of my closest friends and I were talking about the economy. He said: Isn't it funny how suddenly there are all these shows and articles about cutting costs in a tight economy? But what do you do if you already do all those

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-27402401550335371942009-01-29T16:23:00.004-05:002009-01-29T17:08:56.563-05:00

Last weekend, my boyfriend and I watched a program featuring Augusten Burroughs, the lionized author of Running With Scissors and other books. While he had moved away from the place he had been raised, ultimately he had moved back to his home town or city or whatever, where he could focus exclusively and in every painful detail recount every embarrassment or humiliation that had befallen him.

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Very odd, 2008.First the good stuff. My boyfriend and I bought a wonderful house in Indianapolis. I got to travel for a month in India - and loved it. The small unit I work for at BIPC moved out of the toxic environment I'd been in for the last seven years to a clean, more modern and well-appointed one on "Main Campus", where people seem (and in spite of the economy) to be friendlier and more

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-79092427078560866902008-09-30T18:07:00.005-04:002008-10-02T15:21:38.022-04:00

When I was transferred from Colorado to Dayton, the entire time from job offer to garage sale to moving truck to new rental apartment to new office space took about three weeks. And as quick as the move itself was, the emotional move took much longer - and I still miss Colorado very much, seven years later.Now, I've been taking slow and methodical steps for my next move - a new chapter - and the

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-87015168772832921182008-08-22T17:39:00.003-04:002008-08-22T18:36:31.820-04:00

My life has been changing the last year or so. I haven't looked back to read what I have written here but what I recall of it comes from a pretty dark place.Some of the underlying dark things have not changed. I'm not passionate about my job, the way your rows of self-help books or my parents repeatedly hammered. "Do what you like," shout the books and my parents, "and the money will follow."I

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-6676908326737251802008-07-03T04:44:00.006-04:002008-07-03T05:49:59.881-04:00

Having an empty apartment for rent should not be a big deal for me, but that is what's keeping me awake tonight / this morning. It has been three days since I thrust the heavy "FOR RENT" sign in the front yard, complete with fliers in an "info-tube" with a list of bulleted highlights ("NEW BERBER CARPETING & PAINT") under a photo and $ info ("Sorry, NO: Smokers, Pets, or Section 8").I have

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-83431454549115249972008-05-07T04:00:00.003-04:002008-05-07T05:06:22.463-04:00

Having trouble sleeping. Watching late-night PBS Special "American Experience" on the Presidents, this one featuring Bush Senior. Paints a picture of someone who was a cleanup man, ideologically committed to a moderate standpoint, that moderate standpoint being central to his vision of Republican conservatism. But opening up the doors for a diversity of voices previously ignored by that party

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-27985865510652699882008-02-03T22:16:00.000-05:002008-02-03T22:50:45.382-05:00

I own a couple of rental properties. Small potatoes stuff, no Donald Trumps around here. A single family home and a duplex in which I live in one side. I've owned them for about ten years, enough to have been through eviction court and have dealt with a few other problems unique to landlords, but nothing greater than building on the 'soft skills' of dealing with different people.The tenant

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-71768771440778096042008-01-29T04:11:00.000-05:002008-01-29T04:42:33.706-05:00

Okay so I have to admit that the pleasure I previously derived from creating blog posts has gone. Not sure why & I'm a little sad about it. A lot of it is a feeling of a lack of direction. Should I use it to rant about things? Should I use it to practice writing? XHTML coding? Don't know.A lot of previous motivators have gone. As soon as I met someone who seems to like me, suddenly living

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-4711228575349317332007-10-10T04:02:00.000-04:002007-10-10T05:18:13.507-04:00

The back yard is filled with several mature trees and that is one reason why I was drawn to purchase this place. Although the lawn isn't in such great shape, competing for sun and water, the tree limbs reach over the roofs and create a mottled sanctuary underneath.One tree has not been doing so well. An entire hemisphere had been dead so long the bark had fallen away from most of the secondary

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-8956705816932592622007-08-05T21:32:00.000-04:002007-08-05T22:12:16.744-04:00

I think I'm embarrassed with my last post. (Actually I'm usually embarrassed by previous posts, but decide to leave them anyway.)With the day gearing up to be a swamp-bath, I was on the front porch early, putting together a cheap (the cheapest!) arbor bought a couple of weeks ago on sale at Big Lots. It was easy to do: Rods locked together with bolts holding flimsy scrollpieces in place. It

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-75127381314516716402007-08-04T06:22:00.001-04:002007-08-04T06:48:40.446-04:00

I had a dream that woke me early today.I had a duplex, but not my current duplex, where I was living in one side and renting the other. I was working some small project and looking up, I saw the whole house was coming apart.Walls swung out from the floor, floors pitched, chimney bricks and plaster rained down. I was on the second floor and it pancaked down on top of the first.I think it means

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-78616387621972541942007-07-26T21:43:00.000-04:002007-07-26T22:21:13.678-04:00

I was thinking about making a Scrapbook - one of the past eight months of my new relationship. How poofy is that?The relationship's been going very well and as I sit here typing my mind is filling with paranoid fears - what if things are being hidden from me? How do I know the life he seems to lead isn't based on a pyramid of deceit?Some of the fears are based on financial 'stuff'. I turned

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There's a sweet hint of rain in the breezes that moves through the open door to the porch. The wind-chimes create melodies in a diminished key beneath the surf of rustling leaves. Grace stirs uncomfortably from her spot in the chair, hearing a steady roil of thunder.I sit in the Dining Room, at the table by the window, the curtains feathering across my arm. I can't believe, after years of

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-39240606108842627072007-03-19T16:49:00.000-04:002007-03-19T17:22:51.595-04:00

So far, this year has been one of the best in a long time. No longer do I feel alone and I am with someone who seems to support my goals to pay off debt and my attempts to find a next step. At this point, I'm eagerly thinking one of my next steps will be a move to this neighboring city.Beyond my rush to settle down, there are benefits to staying put. Some of these are:1) Free Gym with work2)

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1170108597791530572007-01-29T17:07:00.000-05:002007-01-30T23:05:42.876-05:00

I played hookie today - I left after half a day of work. And I was completely evil: I dressed up, wearing flat-front tweed pants ($2.99/Goodwill) and a dress shirt ($10.95, years ago from Montgomery Ward going out of business sale - it's pathetic I can still remember what I paid). So everyone could speculate wildly that I was interviewing for a job.As if.I drove to a Laser Center where I

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1167866125997558432007-01-03T18:13:00.000-05:002007-01-28T23:25:40.993-05:00

I wasn't too nervous to broach the subject when it actually came time. Sure, there had been a sleepless night or two thinking about it, but the pieces of the puzzle fell easily into place when the conversation began.I wish I could remember the words of the conversation, but there's the thing: When everything works out right, you only remember the result.I asked what his dating experience was

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Recently, I wrote my attitude had mysteriously shifted about the circumstances of my life - and who knows why. When I emerged from a particularly bad bout of Depression earlier this year, it was if I awoke with amnesia - my thoughts were cleared and my mind veered to an entirely different rhythm in its sudden focus. I have become obsessed with my finances.Flashing back to the fall of 2003 and

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1161548991158122862006-11-05T15:10:00.000-05:002006-11-10T21:00:40.793-05:00

There is a truism that I've heard specific to writers: that writers are frequently a depressed lot and that only in their melancholy state are they motivated to spew forth insightful thoughts; that nothing kills the motivation to write (or read) as much as a good mood or a sunny outlook.I'm not at all a religious person, but I imagine I could refer to writings describing the Devil in attempting

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1156216461481358482006-08-21T22:44:00.000-04:002006-08-21T23:14:21.596-04:00

There is this lyric sung, or chanted, by David Byrne of the Talking Heads, that I keep hearing over and over again: And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife. And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here? And that is me.I am at a party. It is in a conference room of a local hotel. It is a work party - people from the 'old days' are there - and on the wall,

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1155800675508538752006-08-17T02:30:00.000-04:002006-08-17T03:44:35.563-04:00

I lived in the country in a dark, brown-stained home. It was Ohio but a rural Ohio unfamiliar, not with farms and fields but with deep green undergrowth and rolling hills that cast long shadows. I had been traveling to attend classes in some sort of certification program for some time. I drove on a twisting road through gloomy valleys and deep undergrowth to a small college campus where the

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A week or so ago, I took a call at work from my oldest friend. We've known each other since fourth grade."Are you going to the reunion?" he wanted to know and even as I asked "What reunion?" I realized with a flash that it would be our High School Class' 25 year reunion - one of the 'biggies'. "I didn't know about it," I replied, and this was true."There was an e-vite," my oldest friend said, "

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1145752602780833432006-04-22T19:45:00.000-04:002006-04-22T20:37:20.810-04:00

My writing has dropped off lately. There are several reasons for this.If you know my other blog, my work-related blog, I might go into detail there about the 11, 12 hour work days. Weekends. I stopped writing blogentries at work a while ago -- it would no longer be considered by mangement to be a 'fun pasttime'. At home, when I'm not too tired, I've been renting movies and, if I like them,

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1144716902870018212006-04-10T20:04:00.000-04:002006-04-10T21:00:11.470-04:00

After spending a week at an ultra-modern loft in Boston, I have been tackling the clutter in my house. Not that that 'cleaning' will last long; I seem to be a person who clutters.Papers, books, magazines and clothes. Everywhere.I've been going through room by room and feeling very liberated in throwing out boxes of old papers, and taking piles of old linens to Goodwill (why was I saving

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1143166029269321532006-03-23T20:35:00.000-05:002006-03-23T21:07:09.336-05:00

A month has passed with no blog entries? What is happening?Of a sorts I've reverted to old ways. I've returned to heavily writing in my Journals. Comfortable, threadbare composition books with coffee stains and doodles and different-colored ink. Entries written with my peculiar shorthand three pages at a time. Life plugs along. About a month ago, a stranger contacted me through my on-line

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1140290853079441362006-02-18T12:25:00.000-05:002006-02-18T14:27:33.136-05:00

Here in Southwest Ohio, the news has reported the warmest January of record. While that fact may be true, what stands out for me is not so much the unseasonable warmth but the extremes. On Friday, yesterday, after a week of mild and sunny days touching almost 60 degrees, the temperature plunged within hours to the teens, where they have stayed since. Today the neighborhood resembles a tundric

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One of the things I miss about Colorado is the air at night, that mix of warm and cold, the rush of cool sweeping down from the front range and across the plains. It is like opening a window by a radiator on a first spring day and watching the curtains rustle, but that is a comparison made in Ohio that falls far short of the real thing. I remember specific times: Sitting, sometimes for hours,

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1137556133033696162006-01-16T22:04:00.000-05:002006-01-17T22:54:02.670-05:00

Hey, I'm sorry I missed you, but I have to tell you I won't be able to make the party tonight. No.(Uhm)Yeah, it's my-- I'm so sorry. I know it will be an awesome time. Maybe we can hang out next weekend. Okay. Bye.She is lying down and I am standing above her, holding her hand. The blankets are up to her chin. There is a tiny black vein in her forehead up by the hairline that was never

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1137551309641321462006-01-15T20:21:00.000-05:002006-01-18T09:03:06.036-05:00

"Not too many western-dressed people at this western-themed party," I say, looking around the kitchen, "except for you."The man with the blue eyes giggles. He is wearing a cowboy hat and an Indian blanket shirt. "This is all how I used to dress back home." He says."Back home?""I grew up on a ranch in northeast Wyoming. Near Devils' Tower.""Oh yeah? I never made it up there but I meant to. I

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1136763436783190412006-01-08T18:08:00.000-05:002006-01-08T18:55:37.210-05:00

The doctor, in his white jacket, sits in a chair with my file open before him. I sit on the edge of the vinyl bed, uncomfortably shifting on the tissue that protects the top."Something like Paxil is going to work over time to level moodswings. And like I said it's used for any number of things, but it's mostly an antidepressant.""Hm. Paxil. Hm.""Your dad is ill too?""Yes - and to be honest I'm

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1135366559217018272005-12-23T14:11:00.000-05:002005-12-23T14:39:26.656-05:00

Ours is not a relationship characterized by things unsaid -- Unfinished business, ambiguities, half-hearted attempts. I can read the angle your jaw sets like an open book.I see your eyes when I look in the mirror. Does God exist? You don't know and neither do I. Torches flicker against the roof of the cavern -- Can you hear them calling?

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1135222418071838742005-12-21T22:15:00.000-05:002005-12-21T22:33:43.546-05:00

I have two friends I keep in touch with, sort-of, from my childhood.Sort of because years go by between visits or even chats, but I still consider them good friends of mine.One of my friends, the Valedictorian of my high school class, went on to dot-com riches and lives out west with his beautiful wife and three children.My other friend married my high school girlfriend and after that ended,

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1134097140442472032005-12-08T20:43:00.000-05:002005-12-08T22:04:30.236-05:00

A conversation 12/2/05"Hey Mom,""Oh honey, it's so good to hear your voice!""So, you catching up on your Soaps?""No, your father left me the newspaper -- the New York Times -- and I've been sitting here reading that.""Oh wow, that sounds fun. So Dad said they were keeping you in for more tests. Have they done them yet?""No. They haven't been in yet, they said sometime today, sometime this

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1133316152236021272005-11-29T20:58:00.000-05:002005-11-29T21:33:20.786-05:00

Periodically I review where I've come along to the goals I've set for myself. I've been thinking about these things lately.Unfortunately, work has dominated only too much lately. I had made it my goal to find a new job before the year was out. It doesn't look like that's going to happen. Big Loser Hugshyhermit.For a long time, it seemed as though there was an insurmountable revolving door of

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1132498817671947922005-11-20T09:28:00.000-05:002005-11-20T10:07:22.463-05:00

"It's so refreshing to see someone who likes books," he says, just inside the door and leaning sideways to read some of the titles."I guess it's not something you see a lot, huh," I say, more as a comment than a question, "You're a first, you know. I don't have people over here.""How come?""You see how I live. I'm not exactly the world's best housekeeper. Guys look down on that.""I don't care.

B. Arthurholtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656914.post-1131418026844684752005-11-07T21:07:00.000-05:002005-11-07T21:47:06.900-05:00

I never paid much attention to off-year elections. This year is a little different.There are a few highly-publicized Issues on the ballot tomorrow, all couched in terms of 'reform' and I don't know how I'm going to vote.And it's really Issues 2 thru 5 that are problematic. (A vote for Issue 1 allows local governments to issue bonds for badly needed economic stimulus. A no-brainer in my book.)

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"I need your help with something.""What is it?""Here. Read this out loud and do as it says.""Okay. Wait... what is this? Is this some Kabbalah crap?""Oh! Don't say that! Just help me out.""Whatever. What am I supposed to do?""You're going to help me put on the red string. Now. Here it is and you have to do exactly what it says.""Alright alright. I hope you didn't spend a lot of money on

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Recently, I mentioned trying my hand at photographs again, using the camera in my phone. I've been doing it for over a year now but all I usually do is store them on my pc. I don't post many of them.Maybe that will change. I think some of my photos have something to say.On a wet afternoon last weekend where the orange and yellow leaves stood out against the layers of slowly boiling smoke

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Argh. After struggling to finalize a narrative of last week's trip to Bowling Green and Toledo, I take the easy way out and will post a few pics instead.I'm not completely backing out of my self-imposed duty to be creative; the pics were taken with the camera in my celphone and -- if not mentioned before -- I like the challenge of working with its tiny size and minimal pixil resolution.As with

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My friend yelled at me at lunch today. We were eating lunch with a professor and when it came time leave the professor picked up the bill. I said, "Oh, are you picking up the bill?"The professor said: "I could," and then went off to pay it. My friend hissed at me how rude that was, and accused of me of seeming cheap and I agreed. So, I went to the ATM, withdrew some cash, wrote an apology

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Housing Bubble Part II.Two weeks ago, I was in Denver helping my friend with his festival. I was sometimes one of the projectionists but mostly I was a gopher that did whatever was needed and that often included comforting damaged egos.Downtown Denver is not at all like what it was ten or fifteen years ago, when I first moved there. High-rise condos and new 'old' lofts have transformed entire

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Let's talk 'Housing Bubble'.Since I've lived back in Dayton (almost two years now), there have been two houses in my neighborhood that have sold within a week of being placed on the market. These were well-kept homes in pristine condition; The Best of the Best. But on our daily neighborhood walks, Grace and I pass several houses that have been on the market for months, if not for over a

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It's a bit empty in the blog here lately, although there's a half-dozen half-completed entries. Snippets from a recent trip to Colorado; the drudgery of returning here to Dayton; Even one typed out in a hotel room at a conference in Toledo. Maybe they'll show up some day. Maybe not.Instead of doing anything fun lately, much of my spare time has been spent closely monitoring All Things

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In order for me to move ahead, I must complete the Duplex. Here's what I need to do:New back porch - replace rotting timbers and decking and Tenant stepsInstall new kitchenInstall new bathroom sink - new plumbing / toilet role / towel racksReset front porch postsPatch & Paint garage fascia boards - Carpenter Bee damageFront yard - fertilize and mulch beds; trim boxwood bushesSide yard - plant

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SnippetThe day is clear, the water smooth. I have rented a Kayak. The kayak has a rudder that you maneuver with two foot-pedals, kind of like driving a stickshift. Press the right peddle, the kayak moves right; push left/move left. Port and Starboard. I follow along the right-hand side of the inner harbor, and I push my upper body to get into the turn right and left flow of paddling. Under

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It's been awhile. I haven't lost interest. In fact, I think about this and my other blog and their lack of posts of late a lot (no doubt another sign of neurosis).During my week, almost two, of vacation, I thought to myself "I've been depressed for a long time now, for at least the last few months" and wouldn't that explain a lack of appropriate motivation in writing? But now on my return, I

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It's easy to say the end of an era occurred on the morning of September 11, 2001.This morning I was chatting with a coworker by one of the few bank of windows that overlook the outdoors and the sun cast an odd light inside. There, coming along the aisle was L, a fellow coworker "

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In the last month, I've been full metal to the petal on fixing up my house. I need to have this house ready to sell. This last Saturday was no exception, but very frustrating.I got a BIPC coworker to help with the kitchen. He comes highly recommended for doing handiwork on the side and he gave me a great price; such a great price I could be skeptical ($200) - to install cabinets, all new

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I've lived back in Dayton a year-and-a-half now, fixing up my duplex. It's a somewhat odd dilemma I have -- In order to find a different job in a different place, I need to have the place fixed up and ready to go. But the other side of the coin, and the other side of my mouth, I really like my place. It will be tough to sell it, although I must in order to move up and beyond.So, somewhat

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Dear Mr. HugshyhermitI am very sorry to inform you that this is my 30 day notice.Due to my financial situation and my mothers failing health I won't be able to stay.J is back to part time work so he can go back to school so he can not afford to stay.August 31st 2005 will be my last day at Happydale Lane.I want to thank you for being such a wonderful landlord and friend.EKGAm I surprised? No not

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I don't know whether to post this here or to my other, work-related, blog.Earlier this year, a coworker quit and moved to Thailand. From the look of things, seems like he's doing pretty well.What do you think?

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Last weekend was fun. The big event was on Saturday, spent all day kayaking lazily down the Little Miami River in southeast Ohio. But there were repurcussions. Although I used waterproof SPF 30 sunscreen, I still came out badly burned lobster-red around my armpits and feet by the end of the day, and bad enough for my body to react as if it had food poisoning the next day.And while I lay in bed

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I engage in a few guilty pleasures that I wouldn't ordinarily share with friends or coworkers, and one of them is surreptitiously checking for my astrology once a month. I've come to anticipate the first day of the new month in order to check out the predictions for the month ahead. As soon as I spot that the new installment has been updated to the web, I rush to the copy room to grab the

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Hey, I'm glad that we were able to meet and like I said a couple of days ago, I don't know what I'm going to say, all I want is something we can both agree to. Y'know, when we talked before, you used the word 'abide.' Abiding by whatever I say, but I don't like that word because it makes it sound like I'm forcing you to agree to my terms and I don't want that. What I want is for us both to

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"Hello, is this J?""Yeah.""This is Hugshyhermit. When do you usually leave for work?""Around 5. I should really be gone by now.""Mm. I'm calling you for a reason. I heard you guys yesterday, through the walls.""Oh? What time?""In the afternoon.""Were we fooling around? I'm sorry, we'll be more quiet.""You were not fooling around.""...""I could hear her screaming, J.""... uh...""And

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I've always hankered for a good road trip and in my time I've done a few. Particularly out West, there is no feeling like the feeling of being behind the wheel and just going, the earth ahead, around, and behind and the unending, magnificent expanse of sky. Those have been times for feeling really connected to something more important, whatever that is or might be. There was a time, maybe

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So, what have you been reading lately?Oh, I just finished reading Thomas Wolfe's You Can't Go Home Again. I enjoyed it... I think. I mean, there was some great writing, some great scenes. It captured a time and the changing times, the very end of the 1920s, the depth of the 1930s. Reading these took me right there, I could almost touch the people and breathe in the events as they were

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Recently, after witnessing two people fighting -- two friends -- I had thought to myself 'Man, I'm glad my friendships aren't that twisted,' then to come up quickly as my mind cataloged my relationships to realize that each has their own brand of conditions and caveats and maybe end up being just as plenty twisted.I've been thinking about the relationships I have with some of my bosses.Up until

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Once about ten years ago, I wasn't doing very well and I went to see a shrink. There were some specific triggers that I knew were bothering me, but in the course of the consultation, she was asking me about my history and in the course of that, I said, 'I don't know if this is anything but for some time now I notice I get feeling down always around the same time of year, like it's a seasonal

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ha ha.If I were to look back on accomplishments so far this year, I did find enough gumption a few months back to submit a short story to a literary contest. The contest was to write a gay love story and I knew even by the time I was finished that my end result was nowhere near to that -- unless you consider a story about two guys obsessed with the same one guy who we as readers realize neither

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Do you ever wonder how even-keeled you are, maybe compared to other people? I do.Over the last year or so, I've been fixing up my house, a place that was a fixer-upper when I bought it. Although it's in stable structural shape, it's pretty much needed everything else. The Dining Room ceiling was falling in because of bad plumbing, and I could tell it had happened before.So rather than patch

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Is my Blog No More?I have several drafts piling up, and tonight, when I began publishing them, my Blog disappeared! Oh, i hope that's temporary. Blogger hq help says there's some issue with some url's.I was also attempting to disable the comments feature. I restored it just in case.For those two who read here, I ahve to admit I've stopped reading my comments. Too many clicks. I have an

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Whenever anyone starts a sentence with words like "I don't mind being single. Really, I don't," I always think yeah uh huh right. But having said that, I haven't pined so much in the last year over Romance Lost the way I used to. I've shifted to feeling more comfortable by myself -- hmm, maybe for the first time ever. The last act of liberation was, late last year, pulling my personal ads and

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Sometimes I have insomnia. Tonight is one of those nights. I had it awful last week, too. I don't think I slept more than 8 hours the entire week.A few nights ago, I hooked up with someone. After it was over, I wanted to sleep. Maybe that was the entire purpose for hooking up, to knock myself out.I bet that's an admission people won't read often.There was no lazy post-coital chatter. At 3

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Mom"Mom, I really can't talk for long. I'm completely swamped with stuff right now.""What is it that they have you working on? You're working all the time. All the time.""Oh -- just stuff. I was handed part of another project yesterday.""Is it because they're letting all these people go? I mean, really, you have no time for yourself ...or for your dear mother.""I don't know, really. But you

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A few months ago I had a tiff with my tenant -- the one who's also my next door neighbor. With one of her two cats having kittens and then on top of that seeing a puppy appear, it seemed the house would become overrun with animals. I called to tell her that while I had given her break with the cats, I usually charged $200 for each pet. Nonrefundable.The puppy was gone that night. But a week

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Like my Grampa used to say, I'm plum wore out.I've tried to avoid writing about work on this blog. There have been plenty of times when I can complete my job responsibilities in very little time, but not so in the last month or so. It's been a good 10 hour day every day, sometimes on weekends.On one hand, it's good to be busy. It's been good especially with the reorganizations and layoffs and

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When the server is having problems, trying my hand at racketing out quick entries that fly into permanency under the server radar.Last weekend's "best of 5" roadshow at the Pgh Film Cooperative showed a selection of new films and a few older ones, most notably "Invocation of my Demon Brother" by Kenneth Anger (and with music by Mick Jagger). I've seen a couple of Anger's others films -- he was

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So I haven't shared what I've been reading lately because I never have enough time to read -- let alone write -- particularly when the Blogger server is 'having issues.' (heh heh)What I've Read - The Education of Henry AdamsWhen my parents were visiting a month or so ago, they asked what I was reading. As I began gushing about the book I was finishing, Mom pulled A Face: "Ugh, don't you think

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I haven't written in here lately and my last post kinda indicates why. One day about a week ago, I spent a few hours drafting and editing a post, complete with photos, only to have it disappear. Later, I spent more hours trying to recreate it only to have it disappear again. I drafted the entry a third time into a separate Word document but haven't transferred it because, you see, by that time

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Testing testing, will this entry post without crashing the server?I have lost two entries. Some of the best writing I ever have done.yeah, right.

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Was it just yesterday I sat comparing myself to the list here and most particularly step 3:DRESS LIKE YOU MEAN IT When it comes to office attire, "people who get comfortable in their jobs tend to dress comfy. That's a risk," says Jill Bremer, a corporate image consultant whose clients include Intel and Abbott Laboratories. A casual wardrobe signals a casual approach to work. Your best bet: Take a

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In addition to looking for a job, remodeling my house and becoming debt-free, I'm also doing a lot with the experimental film festival. In a week or so, we're taking off to Pittsburgh. Hello, City of Flashdance!The hotel rooms and some meals are donated, so the only cost is gas to get there, picking my friend up on the way. I think I'm able to bring Grace, too.I had some sad news today. Two

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According to folks In The Know about Astrology, setting multiple high goals is a trait of my sign, Sagitarius. In addition to paying off my debts and trying to find a new job, I've been working on my duplex. Phase I, completed three years ago and before I moved to Cincy, was getting the place a new roof and installing Central Air. (I believe I charged those items to a credit card.)Phase II was

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A minute ago, I was finishing up the last post and I suddenly had a Deja Vue moment. Except it wasn't Deja Vue, it was a weird visual image. It's such a strange feeling, I have to write about it.Here I am in my cube at BIPC, simultaneously answering product questions and listening to downloaded european dance music and whipping out a blog entry. Only that--on a quiet Good Friday afternoon

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(I haven't felt like creatively writing so much lately.)Midway this past week, I was sitting at my Dining Room table (curbside find) going over receipts from K-Mart (Everything-Must-Go store closing prices, including 50%-off select Martha Stewart items - I bought paint and kitchen curtains) and Kroger (day old bakery and dented cans), clipping coupons (Midas $15.99 oil change) and filling out

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Nine years ago, I lived in Wheatridge, Colorado and I had two dogs named Grace and Picasso. Grace and Picasso were both under a year old when this story takes place, but Grace was full-grown and Picasso was a fast-growing puppy already physically bigger than Grace.The yard was fenced, a chain-link, so I would let them run loose during the day. I would see them racing around--black streaks with

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I haven't been very active in here lately. I've been putting in 12 hour-plus days at work, and too exhausted for much else.However, I am pleased to report that I just finished wrapping up the final draft of a short story for a contest submission and will mail it, eleventh-hour, tomorrow.I owe a lot to my blogfriend, who reviewed a draft of the story last week and who told me about the contest to

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My longest relationship lasted six years. The first four years had been fine, but is it part of the human condition to more sharply remember the years that weren't so good; the two final years?For those two years, I lived in Wheatridge, Colorado, in a one-story brick ranch. The house had been built for a doctor in 1954 and sat on a corner lot with views of the mountains. A huge maple tree in a

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About 3am this morning, I woke to hear Grace climbing up the stairs. She was having trouble, struggling on each step, and when she reached the 2d floor, she collapsed in the bedroom. I picked her up and put her on the bed, where it is comfy with a warm polartek fleece comforter. But the night's sleep was over for me as I monitored her. She let me touch her stomach, so it wasn't an intestinal

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ArchitectureI hope we get a chance to see Trinity Church. It launched H.H. Richardson's career as an architect and it is one of my favorite buildings. You can always tell one of his buildings. They look medieval. He uses massive blocks of stone, often with multi-colored patterns in the details, like chevrons or checkerboards. They even named the style after him: Richardsonian

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A ConversationDo you think this sweater looks ok on me? It doesn't make me look fat, right? I bought it in Coral Gables, after I dropped you at the airport. It was in this store where everything is from Spain. And the clothes were gorgeous. I mean, why buy Ralph Lauren when you can buy Adolpho Dominguez. But I mean, it's 75 degrees outside and they're selling merino wool sweaters. In

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Note on Wednesday, Feb 15: I still haven't had much sleep. But I looked at this now and I thought this was the stupidest entry.So I removed it. I see I have two comments: Probably telling me what a stupid entry it was.I need sleep.

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It's so weird, life. A week or so ago I was entirely focused on looking for a new job. Now this week, I'm entirely focused on scheduling the film festival. It looks like I'll be going to Pittsburgh and Miami in April. There's things in the works for the summer and fall, too. I can almost feel my brain actually, physically shift when my focus changes like that...And it's more than that. I

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A conversation I'm just saying that Miami is a very conservative town. I mean, all the guys wear black or grey. One color is OK, like your shirt. It's green and it looks great and that's fine. But look at your shoes, those red stripes. And maybe that would be OK if it's that Puma look, even. But then you've got that orange jacket. You look around, you don't see guys wearing all these

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Two entries in one day? Yeah. What else have I to do while I code pretty images of my company's products for a product release and wait to talk to my ex-boss? Sometimes I fall asleep with the tv on. It's somewhat reassuring, actually. I have a black & white tv in my bedroom, and when I turn out the light, the warm glow from its screen reflects off the walls. Leaving the TV on helps create

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