9/30/2001 at 6:05pm my old site is lost in space now... i had it through thegrid.net, which was bought out by onemain.com, who was then bought out by earthlink...geez...well earthlink decided to change their sub-hosting accounts. basically my old site http://www.thegird.net/bmac is gone... they didn't even do an auto redirect. which is not hard to do and a company with the customer status of earthlink should know to do that! what crap... now all the people that had my old url get an earthlink start page, nothing saying bad url or anything, or this page has moved...nothing...crap people...why do i pay for this?
if you are somehow finding this site make sure you have the new domain, www.woodencracker.com... tell a friend....
9/29/2001 at 2:39pm got a late start for a saturday...
still busy with work and money is still tight...
went to sushi friday night with an insurance office that i do consulting for. fun times. afterward they came back to my place and it was great, showed everyone around, the conversations were rolling, drinks were flowing....
9/25/2001 at 8:04pm a fuse that protects my amp from any power surges erupting from my die hard battery blew out 3 months ago...i never got around to replacing it 'till today. for 3 months i had no music in my truck. amazing considering i love to listen to music... so every day after that fuse blew, i had no music, nothing, just the sound of the road, the wind, and myself [i wont bore you with my sounds].
i drove by the stereo shop that i pass by everyday on my way into town and decided to buy what would enable me to have music in my truck. $5 is all it took and about 12 minutes to put in a new wire with a fuse... now i have music...hearing morphine stream from the speakers made me wonder how i went so long without my stereo...3 months...that is wrong.
read this amazing story from laura holder.
9/24/2001 at 2:35pm busy day today, work-wise. couple sites need to be completed by today, which they will....
i bought some green paint called jasper green to paint a wall under the stairs in my home. the first batch was very minty and i had them remix it with more yellow. seems to be better, i think it will look good. i painted a small corner and i keep staring at it trying to picture over the whole wall...
i kinda want to paint it all right now. then decide if i like it....something to do....
9/19/2001 at 4:09pm found a flatmate [i like that term better than roommate, although flatmate is technically an associate who shares an apartment with you.]... say it with me 'flatmate'. it is a girl that works for PG&E. she is cool and seems pretty mellow. i think she will be cool to live with and will respect my home.
she had a hard time finding a place because there aren't that many places to rent in this town. a lot of them are just trashed by students and usually two people to a room...lame....glad i am out of that scene.
9/18/2001 at 7:04pm things are better today. in case you are wondering, after i posted that reoccurring dream i was having for 4 days straight, that night i didn't have the dream...bummer.
i feel like things are starting to straighten out for me. i went to the local newspaper office on friday and placed a few classified ads. the main one was for a flatmate to help pay for the mortgage on my home. i really like living by myself, but i have to save face and take in someone to help with my monthly expenses.
i put in two more ads to sell a washer and dryer. i was going to sell the set for $140. the paper had a special going where one could place an ad for free if the item was under $100. so i split the washer and dryer [non matching set anyway] and placed them in two different ads for $100 each. i sold the washer on sunday for $100, and i just got $50 deposit on the dryer and i will get another $50 tomorrow when they pick it up. very cool...i made some cash on that deal...
work is going steady.
i have a sudden feeling to go to the record store and purchase a cd. not sure what. maybe some old vinyl instead?
9/15/2001 at 11:08am
i keep having this reoccurring dream...i am alone in a bar with no one around except for me, the bartender, and the tv in the upper corner of the bar. the tv is tuned to something that i can never make out the picture, but it seems to be funny because i laugh at it sometimes. the bartender does not say much. but when he does i can not understand his words. so i usually reply with yes or really.
next, a man comes in always wearing a pink polo shirt, gray slacks, and tattered shoes [why do i notice his shoes?]. sometimes he wears a hat and other times it is just his frazzled hairstyle.
he sits at the far end of the bar and nods to my presence. i nod back and raise my hand slightly, but he looks away too soon to acknowledge my response.
i have only ordered one drink, a sprite, just a sprite with nothing in it. it is full, and continues to be full throughout the length of the dream. the man and the bartender strike up conversation, but again, i cannot make it out. they each look at me or just in my direction, but not at the same time. they seem to be in a serious talk, the man in the pink polo is drawing something with his middle finger on the bar top. the bartender nods and points out the door, then begins to act out directions of some sort in the air. the man in pink then leaves.
the bartender then makes his way over to me as if to ask me for another drink, but again, it is full. his mouth opens and this time i am surprised because i can actually hear what he is about to tell me, 'i think you should know' he says... but then i wake up and that is all.
to me this makes no sense, hell, the dream is pretty boring really, but i have never had a reoccurring dream that begins in the same spot, most of the details are the same, and that i wake up at the same moment. i have never seen the two characters before either, in a dream or in real life. this has been going on since monday night.
9/12/2001 at 12:18pm we live in a different country today
i still have an unsettling feeling this morning. the newspapers, radios, and tvs are spewing out tragic stories about this terrorist attack. the aftermath is unbearable.
i frequently read some website journals of people [laura holder in particular] that live in manhattan and near the wtc. they wrote about it yesterday and to reaction in the morning about the dramatic change to the skyline of manhattan. it is a relief to see that they are still with us. one girl was witness to the death and destruction, actually helping people on the streets.
i was thinking it would probably hit me a lot harder if i was in new york. not being able to sleep at night, the constant thought that something else will happen. seeing this horror first hand... the scene of the second plane hitting is extraordinarily disturbing to me, still.
there is footage taken as the first plane struck... here is a map of the flight paths the planes took.
i have exhausted all the words to describe this evil.
i am leaving now to give blood... if anyone is reading this, you should donate blood as well. if you are in san luis, there is a "blood bus" at santa rosa park.
9/11/2001 at 2:11pm things will never be the same
this is a horrific day in american history.
9/10/2001 at 10:40am just got back from surfing. went with my buddy brant and we hiked out to this sand spit area out by morro bay. it was prefect. beautiful sets, hardly any wind, clean waves. now i am a bit tired [is the coffee on?]. that was the first time i had ever hiked to a surf spot. usually i park at the beach and walk over to the water, but that why the best places are secluded. i am out of shape. on the way back i was almost telling him to leave me for the vultures...
full day ahead of me. girlfriend troubles, phone calls, emails...it's monday.
9/9/2001 at 11:32am went to the mosaic show last night at the brewery. it was their reunion show. what a great performance, not too many people turned out but their playing was tight. seems like they haven't took time off from playing at all. mosaic is a compilation of 6 musicans that play a funk-fusion-jazz-reggae-world beat type of music... there is really no way for me to classify them... but it was a great night, the beer was flowing, dancing, music...can't complain.
9/8/2001 at 12:59pm jennifer and i headed over to a rummage sale early this morning. they had some cool stuff, a couch that would have been cool to have, but was already sold. some computer equipment. there was an old apple model something computer, but i was only interested in the hp laserjet 4p that was attached to it. the sign said sold as a set... damn...
i ended up buying 6 lps:
flecther henderson - first impressions no. 1 and 2 miles davis - my funny valentine roberta flack - first take one with count basie called big bands are back! the sound track to cabaret exciting! found some other things as well.
we were on our way back to the house when a signed wrapped around a car read 'estate sale', we turned and drove by to check it out.
it was not an actual estate sale because there were just some odds 'n ends laid out on tables in the garage and the numorous office related items gave the impression of a failed business venture. the cool thing for me was the guy had all this fairly new and fairly old computer equipment... what a find! jen, was of course, less then thrilled. i fumbled through boxes filled with cables, circuit boards, modems, patch panels, hard drives, and more. found a netgear switch but didn't have the $200 asking price in my pocket. bought a book on perl instead. i am a geek.
9/7/2001 at 5:50pm my parents came to visit for the weekend. they like this area. they usually stay in cambria [lame website link], however since i now have a house they stayed over here... kinda strange...they arrived thursday and stayed until this afternoon. it is strange because, i have never had my parents stay the night at the places i've rented... it's just the fact that this is my house...and when i am in the kitchen making coffee and i see my father through the window hunched over picking, cutting, hacking at the bushes in the flowerbeds... it takes me a moment to gather my thoughts and realize 'hey, that's my dad in the front yard, where is his shirt?'
it's great though, they help clean around the house, bring me new things to have for the house, except my mother brings me my childhood toys and things because she doesn't want them in the house anymore...sniff...
anyway, we BBQ'd today, great food and a great sunny day. not bad for a friday afternoon.
9/5/2001 at 1:33pm 'hello, my name is brian and i am [insert addiction here]'
every first and third wednesday of every month i have this business group that i attend. as local business owners and executives, we meet in the clubhouse area of the dairy creek golf course. starts at about 7am. we have breakfast at a U shaped table and exchange business leads or tips that we may have with one another as a group.
there is usually a speaker that comes in to discuss the topic of the month, this month it is business in agriculture.
this is the first one i have been to in about 2 months. i was surprised to see how many people are no longer in the group. there is about 15-20 right now, 13 showed up this morning.
i am the youngest in the group, which at first was a little strange, but now it is incidental because of the business i am in. now it is a power trip... :)
9/3/2001 at 7:58pm it's monday night, another weekend flew by...things went well today, i didn't complete a web project that needs to be proofed tomorrow, but that is what nights are for, right?
last night was great, my friend scott from the bay area came over caught up on what is new in our lives and chatted for a bit [check out his recent painting] he brought his brother along too, who by the way, is almost done with his first novel...that is amazing!
seth, colin and jennifer were there too, and we swapped stories about childhood ranging from farting, throwing up, schoolyard brawls and being called to the blackboard and realizing your little soldier is standing at attention...ehem... jennifer had a blast...i enjoyed myself immensely...great times, nothing beats hanging out with good friends.
tonight: dinner for 1. lightly grilled chicken breast with sautéed onions and a superb lemon and herb butter sauce, fusilli pasta with a mushroom and onion red sauce topped with fresh basil. to drink...ah yes, the drink, could it be a 1998 pinot noir? or a 1999 zinfandel? ketel one vodka martini [dry, two olives]? well since work is ahead of me, ... iced tea. yes the downer of the meal, iced tea....ah, next time.
now on to the project....amuse yourself.
09/1/2001 at 4:43pm so it is labor day weekend. it's not like it used to be when i was younger. as a kid i always looked forward to the holidays mostly because it meant NO SCHOOL! since i have been out of school and working for myself, holidays seem to sneak by me before i know it or pass me all together.
only way i know it is a holiday anymore is by going to the post office and wondering why they are closed. that is how i plan for a holiday, by the sign in the post office saying 'we will be closed to commemorate columbus day' ... what was with that holiday anyway? oh yeah, no school that day...right.
working for yourself you do forget about these 3 day weekends that everyone yearns for. 'what are you doing this weekend?' 'working' i say... 'but it is labor day!' .... 'oh right' i say... when you work for yourself you really never get a day off, unless you are truly successful [the business runs itself] and you have pee-ons to do things for you and all your responsiblities consist of writing the checks and keep the stride toward future profits... not me... i answer phones, read emails, advertise, you name it. i guess i am the ceo/coo/ooo/vice pres/secretary/janitor. that's me!
it's not so bad. i do enjoy it most of the time.
a friend is coming down from the bay area, we're going to get some surfing in tomorrow, so that is good.
[it is labor day weekend, right?]
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