Friday, January 29, 2010

Paolo


Check this guy out, Paolo Nutini. His music is Catchy As Hell.


GOOD.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Resolutions

I know it's a little late in the game to be posting my New Year's resolutions--but, as I was doing my sit-ups this evening I had this epiphany that I had not yet made my NYRs public. And sometimes, for these types of things, it helps to declare them.

Well, I have a few. Quit smoking! Lose weight!* No, not this year. Actually, one of my resolutions is to be more careful. Less sloppy, you know? I tend to be a bit, shall we say, careless, in pretty much every facet of my life. I kind of float along, and most of the time, things work out. I rarely obsess over details, and I hardly think about the consequences. I am the antithesis of a worrier or someone who could make their living as an accountant. I've had periods of my life where I've cleaned up my act, but my current stage is best described as "not caring."

However, in my current profession, it helps to care. I manage client accounts, and teams of people, and along with that responsibility comes effing details. And, worse, consequences. So, because I've realized it would behoove me to not assume so much at my job, and maybe, just maybe, think through each step a little bit more, I've made that a New Year's resolution this year.

Secondly, I've resolved to get out of Orange County and Southern California. This is not California, BTW. Southern California might as well be its own country, with its own people and lifestyle, and culture and way of living. When I decided to move back to California last year, I should have been more specific. Hence, Resolution #1 (see above). Think through things.

It's not a resolution, but in an effort to keep my head above water, in my current dark spiral,** I've vowed to be more positive about my life. I could write paragraphs upon paragraphs about my distaste for this part of California, but really, that would be dwelling on the negative. So I'll stick to my positive disposition, however feigned at times, and not go into all of the specifics about this place they call Orange County.

Anyhow, what was this post supposed to be about? Oh, yes. Resolutions. Well, I'm renewing another resolution I had last year, so that's positive, right? Last year, I vowed to do sit-ups multiple times during the week, and for the most part, I stuck with it. So, I thought, that would be a good one to renew. I think having a stronger core helps my mountain biking, and it's nice to have some tonage in that white space of a stomach I have, so I'll place a renewed stamp on it and call it resolution #3.



* Don't have a heart attack, mom. I don't smoke, so I don't have a resolution saying I should quit.

** Well, that too is another post. I'll get to that one later on. Preferably when I'm in my "not sobbing" stage. Here's a preview: Age 29. The Lost Year. (Thanks go out to my sister for naming this life-stage crisis. It's nice to have a name for things sometimes.)

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

What happens when you cross Wilco and The Grateful Dead.


You get Tea Leaf Green. They're a San Francisco band, and they've been around for a while, but because in addition to shunning the latest fashions (you will never see my ass squeezed into a pair of skinny jeans--they don't look flattering on anyone. I don't care how nice your body is), I'm also oblivious to many great bands and social trends. So I apologize if you all are reading this and going, "you're just now discovering Tea Leaf Green?"
By the way, they're better than the smoothie version of The Dead and Wilco. But you'll see what I mean when you listen to them--same essence. Real fruit.
I recommend you start out with the song, "Flippin' the Bird" to sample their sound. If you like, keep going--their stuff just keeps getting better.


Anyhow, if you want to preview TLG before plunking down $10 on iTunes, you can listen to their full album free on http://www.lala.com/. All you do is sign up for an account, browse the music you want, and add it to your queue. They let you listen to 25 songs free. You're welcome.


Now go to LaLa and discover Tea Leaf Green.

Monday, January 04, 2010

The E.F.H.* Training Camp Week











My company most generously gave us a full week-and-a-half off of paid vacation for the Christmas/New Year's holiday. Annnnnd I went to SLO. Guess who joined me? C, from N.C. Remember him? He's kind of like bath-shower mold--he never quite goes away.** Anyhow, that's such a long story that I probably don't have enough storage space on this blog to go into it, so I won't.

So, because mt. biking and living with my parents seem to be the big themes in my life right now, we spent 6 awesome days mt. biking on the rocky-rockiness of the SLO trails. Mr. N.C. was quite surprised that it was possible to be riding up mountains, while staring at the blindingly-sparkling ocean. He loved it. I loved it. And amazingly, the two most accident-prone people on the planet didn't crash--not once. Which was a fortuitous happening, because C just had his nose re-built by a surgeon after suffering ill-effects from an unfortunate incident this past summer, whereby he introduced his face to a guard rail during a road ride. I was most pleased he didn't undo the effects of his facial surgery.
For New Years? We went to bed at 8:30. Caveat: We rode 3 big mts. on a 5 1/2 hour ride. (In those pics? We're not being nerds. Our hand signals display which mt. we were on.) We were a bit worn-out.

The only mishap, really, was my run-in with poison oak. Lots of poison oak. My legs currently resemble something similar to cottage cheese and cotton candy. The welts are that attractive. I spent a few uncomfortable moments today at the office trying not to conspicuously scratch my ass and calves.

C, in addition to his suitcase, also took home my our dog. Wow. That was an emotional event. I was crying two days before they even loaded up on the plane. I find it interesting how I'm typically the type of person who will cry, maybe, once a year. But if something happens to my dog? I turn into a total girl.

* We christened our week the Every F#*^#% Hill week, because that's what we rode.
** Ha ha. JOKING. I love that man.