Psycho Hose Beast

Its now becoming apparent to me that while on hiatus in Spain, I may have accidentally picked up some psycho girl. She was this nice Ausie who asked to borrow my travel book so I loaned it to her and said to use it as long as she needed. That was about the extent of our friendship. As I was leaving the hostel with my bags two days later, she politely asked for my e-mail. I swapped with her, as is custom to do with fellow hostelians in order to hear about travel adventures. I'm getting a little more than that.

She promptly e-mailed me to see if I got back okay and to update me on her trip. I responded with a normal reply of about four sentences. This must have set her off some how because she wrote once a day for the next three days. The final e-mail only asked, "what sort of work do you do?" Fair question I thought, so I told her I was in sales. Then things started to get weird. She had mentioned that next time I was in the Asian-Pacific that she would show me around. I thought it was a joke and said I would contact her when I got there.

This somehow made her wild about me. She has since writen several one line messages such as:

"well i wish you were my travelling companion..." (please note the alluding elipses)

"do you have any brothers or sisters?"

So now I'm starting to get freaked out. I almost expect her to be sitting on my porch when I get home. And, I assume you've already Googled my name and found my blog so Psycho Girl, please leave me alone. You're freaking me out!

Disastros

My first mistake was rooting for the Astros. In my lifetime, I’ve seen these guys play over 100 games in person and countless performances on television. I know how these guys work, I’ve seen them in tight situations before and let me tell you, it’s never pretty. The scenario usually pans out like this, down by 2, bottom of the ninth. If there is one out, Biggio comes up and hits into a double play; two outs demands Bagwell to swing at the first three pitches with all of his might and then shuffle back to the dugout with his head down. Last night he even threw his bat at the dugout after a strikeout. My point is these guys are the last team I’m counting on to come through in a clutch moment.

Last night presented many of those, at least 7 innings worth. I haven’t read all of the stats, but my memory is pretty damn good when it comes to Disastro debacles. After we blew the lead in the 5^th it was still a game. We scored once in the 8^th and that ball game was over. With a tie score we were afforded 12 free bases, 11 walks and 1 player hit by pitch. In the six innings to follow, the Lastros were NO HIT by the remainder of the Chi Sox pitching staff. We left countless players on base and had an opportunity to win in every extra inning but did nothing. It was despicable. The Astros didn’t even swing at the ball. They just stood there with it on their bats on the shoulder. The team captains, Bagwell and Biggio were there typical unreliable selves. The third Killer B, Berkman, was non-existent after the fifth and the FOX dubbed ‘Killer T’, Willy Taveras, is my new least favorite Astro after his pathetic exhibition. Any way, Astros were disgusting last night and I’ll leave it at that.

The game lasted until 2:30 am EST. I slept on Jenn and Kari’s couch and here I am now at work. My looks depict the rough night I endured. My clothes are the same I wore yesterday, only more wrinkled. I haven’t shaven in…too long. My hair is everywhere and my eyes are bloodshot. As far as the office can tell, I’m coming off an all night crack binge which in many ways is indirectly true. The only thing holding me together right now is my Starbucks coffee and Pumpkin Spice donut.

The ‘stros have a chance to save face tonight and avoid a sweep. Personally, I think its better to lose tonight instead of prolonging the pain of being an Astros fan. It’s been a good playoff season for Houston. Thanks for the painful memories. Best of luck to you Space City.

Gap Years

This is a wonderful article from today's New York Times on why I shouldn't be at work. It explains how more people are leaving college and doing anything but start a career. Many go teach English abroad or just travel. Some move to Colorado to ski and others are joining the Peace Corps or Teach for America (weirdos).

This is a common theme for me to write about. I mentioned a Time article in a previous blog about Twixters. I feel strongly that this is the time to accomplish my goals while I am not tied down by a family or career. The guy in the article says it well, "I've just finished 16 grades of school and I haven't lived yet." I don't need to be focused on my future as much as I make sure I am living today. "Tomorrow will worry about itself."

So with that said, I am sitting at my desk on Tuesday morning. Gazing out my window, wondering where I will go next and what I want to accomplish. My first reaction is to search for a better life right here, maybe a nicer job. But, I won't ignore my desire to travel and live abroad. My dream of writing and learning a new language. Backpacking across the continents...and so on. Maybe awhile more in New York working, with some sporadic travel and then take my savings and ideas and make this life happen.

Comments?

Giants Tailgate

The dudes threw a party yesterday at the Meadowlands. Collin grabbed some Giants tickets and so Andrew, Mitchell and Doarbomb came with us and celebrated American Football. The game was at 4:00 so we got there at 1:00 and fired up the grill. The guys played football in the parking lot while I cooked and put down some cold ones. I never knew you could have so much fun in a parking lot. I managed to throw a football onto some guys grill and broke a tray on the side of it. I walked off while Collin volunteered my money to repay them and handed over my contact info. Thanks buddy.

The game wasn't too crazy until the last few minutes. I was for the Broncos, but as the Giants marched down the field with two minutes left, I couldn't help cheering. They scored a touchdown with 5 seconds left and made the extra point to lead 24-23. The kickoff was low and the Broncos only returned it about 5 yards. Ball game.


The stadium was erupting from the fantastic finish and all fans leaving the stadium were screaming their lungs out. We decided to run down the ramp, arms flailing and voices yelling all the way down. We were bumping into each other and jumping around like a band of wild indians. Good times acting like the idiot I am, good times.

Kermit Retakes Manhattan

Sheesh. I leave the city for one week and miss my childhood hero's visit.

Good to be Back?

I got back from Spain on Sunday and started work yesterday. What a terrible feeling it is to walk into the office on a Monday after a long vacation. Instead of sitting in some Spanish cafe enjoying my coffee, I was reading my 105 e-mails that came in, some detailing the dissolution of some hopeful deals. I forgot about our one o'clock meeting and was sitting down at lunch when I got a text message reminding me of my debacle. The meeting sucked as I explained why I can't do my job. I went home and ate dinner, watched the Astros self-destruct in the 8th and went to bed, not realizing that my laundry was still in the dryer across the street.

Today is a new day though. I had my moment of culture shock and now I'm back in real-life mode. I did some serious thinking on the train to work about how I shouldn't let my job dictate my satisfaction. I may never really enjoy my job and that's okay because life isn't about work, or its not supposed to be. I have better things to live for and my career is on the bottom of the list now. God willing, I will have a better job in the near future, but until then I am living day by day and not worrying about tomorrow.

Jazz Heaven

A few months ago Larry Applebaum, a supervisor and jazz specialist at the Library of Congress, made a monumental discovery for all jazz fans. While sorting through old recordings he found a tape labeled “sp. Event 11/29/57 carnegie jazz concert (#1).” One of the tapes had the marking “T. Monk.”

Until this day, the fabled Thelonious Monk Quartet gig at Carnegie Hall was only a legendary story with no recording known to exist. Now the newly discovered tape has been remastered and was released last week under the title "at Carnegie Hall."

Jazz afficionados rave about this album of a lifetime. A new Monk/Coltrane album released in our lifetime! Not only that, but it is one of the best jazz performances known by these legendary musicians. This concert reveals part of Coltrane's transition from sax prodigy under Miles Davis into the jazz master he soon became.

You can hear more on the story and samples of the album on the All Songs Considered site.

For anyone into jazz or simply curious about the art, at Carnegie Hall a must have. This album is an instant classic that belongs in every personal library next to Kind of Blue and A Love Supreme.

Holiday in Spain

I'm leaving shortly for my vacation in Espana. Lucas and I are flying into Madrid for a couple days, down to Granada and then up to Barcelona for the rest of the week. Much paella will be ate and wine drank. We have a few plans with include bullfights, massages and bath houses, the beach, and not working. This will be the longest I have been out of the city in over a year. It is a much needed break to clear my head and do some reading and writing. I don't plan on updating my blog while I'm away, but I'll most likely submit an update when I return for all of you disinterested people and I'll put my photos on flickr. Adios.

Typhoon Longwang (tee-hee) Penetrates Chinese Coast

I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist the joke.

From CNN.com
BEIJING, China (AP) -- Typhoon Longwang pounded southeast China...