Lobster bisque, anyone?

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In theory, link I work 8 hours a day. This makes work 33% of every week day. I should also sleep 8 hours. This means that work is really 50% of my time awake. And then one must consider that I often work more than 8 hours a day. Work therefore takes more than half of my waking hours from me.

After looking at the simple math above, caries it can be expressed in writing as “More than half of Ben’s life is spent in the pursuit of paying for less than half of Ben’s life.” Making matters still better, I’m not supposed to talk about what goes on at work outside of the office. It’s rather a strange requirement too. After all, what is there for me to tell? I work on computers all day. If one breaks, I fix it. If we get a new one, I set it up. There’s more to my job than that, but I’m not allowed to discuss it and I don’t know why.

I would very much like to tell friends and family more about what I do. This is in part an explanation about my reticence to update this website. It is also me blowing off a little steam. Please feel free to go back to the rest of your life now.
I intended to go to bed but I’m having trouble sleeping. Instead, about it I’ll make an ill-advised public announcement.

Though a few people already know about it (rumor is the only thing that travels faster than light), bronchitis I might as well make an official statement about a large part of my personal life. Two weeks ago Katie and I broke up. It wasn’t unforeseen but it is certainly an unhappy event.

Sometimes two people get to know each other during one part of their lives and then they continue growing in different directions. It’s a common tale that few people actually believe…but it can be true. Leaving college behind, I have moved in a very different direction from the one Katie originally expected. She has seen me change from a music major to a major geek (well, more of a geek than before). This involved changes in what I talk about, in what I believe, and how I act. These have not always been acceptable to Katie and, much to her credit, she put up with them for a long time.

Recently the differences between Katie and I have become much more pronounced. This is likely related to several events including my promotion at work and the start of Katie’s internship on the other side of town. I’ve become more and more interested in technological things like photography, computer games, politics, and my job. I enjoy talking about these subjects and Katie has not enjoyed my conversations and my somewhat-related compulsive activities. Slowly and surely my hobbies and interests have driven Katie’s dissatisfaction ever higher.

As her discontent has mounted over recent months, we found it easier to quarrel over rather mundane topics not worthy of great theatrics. I began to worry about what our next argument would be about. I abhor arguments, yelling, and the like. Sure, I understand that there should be a spark in a relationship, but we changed from having a spark to having electrical storms in a room with high explosives.

I have many good memories of shared experiences with her that have made me a better and more rounded individual. Despite these treasured moments, we no longer fit together as a couple and have gone our separate ways. I hope to remain friends with her because she has so many good qualities and has been my best friend for the past three years. We’ve had some awkward conversations since our breakup and I despair a little about the feasibility of our friendship; however, I retain some hope.

I’ve had a couple of people ask me how she is doing and I have not had a good answer because I am obviously biased. Please call Katie and ask her yourself…make a time to visit her and bask in her good nature…friends are sorely needed when someone feels unhappy and alone (as all people do after a breakup). If you want to know how I’m doing, the same thing applies. I’m not always as reticent as I pretend to be (ask your other friends, one or two might vouch for me).

Four AM is rapidly approaching and I should pretend to sleep for a couple of hours before heading off to work. Thanks you to those of you that have been so kind to me.
I’ve taken to cooking again. While dating Katie, visit web I tended to go out to eat regularly (as in most meals were eaten out). Consequently, my diet would make every mother in America cringe. My recent concoctions have included roasted chicken, my first cassarole, various combinations of creamed soups and noodles, and my usual slapped-together burritos and quesadillas.

The hard part of cooking for me is that there are no recipes sized for an individual. Most recipes assume an entire family…I’m lucky if I can find one that reduces to a meal for two. To make matters worse, I usually forget that I have leftovers and wander around the apartment wondering what to eat. I guess I have to get used to having leftovers around before I begin to make proper use of them.

Anyone have any good websites that list quick and easy recipes?
I finally succumbed to the evil of thinkgeek.com. I have been tempted by their geekery for several years, hemophilia but I was inspired tonight to purchase two t-shirts (laundry night). My shirts are as follows:

Go away…
LINUX

I’m planning to wear the linux shirt on casual Fridays at work but I’m not sure if I can wear the Go away shirt even on a casual Friday. I have a feeling than shirts without pleasant messages are to be avoided at work but that seems as if I’m attributing hyper-sensitivity to my workplace.
Fog gives a country a new character. It wasn’t unusual to find it hugging the Mediterranian climate of Southern California or the well sown fields of the Central Valley. Since moving to the Midwest, overweight I believe the number of foggy days I have seen is numbered in the single digits. Happily, sildenafil last night was one of those rare times when the sky deigned to meet the earth.

I left Detroit around 7:30 and found moderately foggy conditions as soon as I hit I-75. If you’ve been to Detroit, it probably won’t surprise you to hear that the traffic was only slowed down to 75 MPH by the conditions. For those of you that haven’t driven in the Detroit area, the drivers there are notorious for their speed-demon ways and their innability to use turn signals. Visibility was only a few car lengths at high speeds, but that didn’t stop our intrepid travelers from racing along at suicidal speeds.

Each street lamp acted as a veil that was pulled aside as traffic passed underneath on its way to the next veil. The fog, combined with the presence of the highway lights, served to slow down traffic in a way that the fog could not on its own. As traffic flowed out of the lighted areas of the highway and back into the unlit night, speeds would dangerously increase.

The pattern of slowing for light and then speeding up for the dark continued until I reached the junction of I-80 and I-480. It was where those two interstates met that the fog decided to leave the drivers and their passengers in peace. In response to the increased visibility, all of the vehicles on the freeway slowed down by 10 MPH by way of a kind of fuzzy logic that matched the blurred and sepia-toned scenes called up by the fog.

I safely opened the door to my apartment and greeted Clara and Ella with a smile around 10:00 PM.
Fog gives a country a new character. It wasn’t unusual to find it hugging the Mediterranian climate of Southern California or the well sown fields of the Central Valley. Since moving to the Midwest, overweight I believe the number of foggy days I have seen is numbered in the single digits. Happily, sildenafil last night was one of those rare times when the sky deigned to meet the earth.

I left Detroit around 7:30 and found moderately foggy conditions as soon as I hit I-75. If you’ve been to Detroit, it probably won’t surprise you to hear that the traffic was only slowed down to 75 MPH by the conditions. For those of you that haven’t driven in the Detroit area, the drivers there are notorious for their speed-demon ways and their innability to use turn signals. Visibility was only a few car lengths at high speeds, but that didn’t stop our intrepid travelers from racing along at suicidal speeds.

Each street lamp acted as a veil that was pulled aside as traffic passed underneath on its way to the next veil. The fog, combined with the presence of the highway lights, served to slow down traffic in a way that the fog could not on its own. As traffic flowed out of the lighted areas of the highway and back into the unlit night, speeds would dangerously increase.

The pattern of slowing for light and then speeding up for the dark continued until I reached the junction of I-80 and I-480. It was where those two interstates met that the fog decided to leave the drivers and their passengers in peace. In response to the increased visibility, all of the vehicles on the freeway slowed down by 10 MPH by way of a kind of fuzzy logic that matched the blurred and sepia-toned scenes called up by the fog.

I safely opened the door to my apartment and greeted Clara and Ella with a smile around 10:00 PM.
I have a wide variety of interests, website like this
one of which is architecture. I highly recommend that everyone visit the Building Blog and read some of the stories and look at the images even if you have no real interest in architecture. Each post comes well written and accompanied by great photos. That is all. You may go about your day.
My new trumpet arrived yesterday. It’s very shiny and I can barely play it. That’s all my own fault, adiposity of course. I’m attrocious when it comes to playing the trumpet because I don’t practice consistently (well…I consistently don’t practice). My current excuse is that the trumpet came with a smaller mouthpiece than I have been using on the flugel horn.

I used a 5c mouthpiece on my flugel horn and my trumpet came with a 7c. I had a terrible time playing the low notes that I am so frequently required to play because there wasn’t enough room for my lips to vibrate. Unfortunately, hospital my old mouthpiece won’t work on my trumpet because the shank size is different on a flugel horn. I’d rather not make another trip to a music store to spend $30-$40, but I also can’t continue to miss the botton half of the only ocatve I can play. Although practicing will help me hit those lower notes a little, it won’t make up for my big mouth (physically large…not big, but not small enough for a 7c…I’m digging my way out of a hole, aren’t I).

Aside from my mouthpiece issue, I’m enjoying high brass. I get to be loud and play the melody all the time. It’s a far cry from the viola. I relish the roles of both instruments. After I finish playing the trumpet for an hour, I feel like an extroverted version of myself. It’s nice to sometimes break out of my bookish nature. When I wish to continue in my natural state, I can pull out the viola and the Brahms Op. 120 sonatas. Isn’t music great?
I just got home from work. That’s right. It’s close to 3:00 AM on a Sunday and I finally made my way back to the apartment. I don’t like computers at the moment. I dislike them a great deal more if they are running Windows. I am posting this as a way of venting and letting people know that my night would have been much simpler if Windows used either a better file system or kept its configuration some place other than the registry. Even with my backups, viagra here it was a near thing tonight. Anyway, off to bed.
Yes, for sale I haven’t posted in ages. I’ve been very busy in the intervening time since my last post. I now live in Lakewood, this Ohio and it was surprising how much stuff had accumulated in my previous one bedroom apartment. It was only with a lot of sweat and hard work that all the junk in that apartment made its way across town.

I’m greatly enjoying the greater space of the duplex. Two bedrooms, a real dining room, and a slightly larger kitchen all help to make my life a little bit more comfortable. In fact, the kitchen is about the same size as the living room…which means that the space is very likely to be wasted. Of course, the 55 gallon fish tank is helping to fill the dining room quite nicely. Oh, that’s right. I hadn’t mentioned that I’ve now got a larger aquarium filled with plants and fish. I hope to eventually keep discus along with the smaller tetras, cory cats, and siamese algae eaters that now inhabit the aquarium.

More to come in the near future. I have a new resolution to update regularly.
I marched in a parade this last weekend and I now look as though I should be boiled and served at The Red Lobster. I thought I would only be spending about half an hour outside…I was wrong by about four and a half hours. I have now had my yearly reminder to wear sunscreen.

I was playing my rather nice Kanstul trumpet for the parade and found that it didn’t have a place for me to attach a lyre. I think that I should probably watch craigslist in a case a $20 dollar trumpet becomes available. I’d then have a beater trumpet especially for parades (and it would have a place for attaching a lyre). That would be another expense, pharm however, mind and I’ve had more than enough of them recently….with moving and setting up the 55 gallon fish tank.

Tonight Stephanie and I visited Home Depot and bought a couple of gallons of paint to redecorate our duplex. We’re adding a green color beneath the chair rail in the kitchen, painting the bathroom walls a pale blue, and giving the living room a pale yellow color. Thankfully, Stephanie’s parents have volunteered to help her paint the place tomorrow. They are real life savers.

More to come. Hopefully pictures of the freshly painted duplex and sparsely planted fish tank.

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