Thoughts on 30 May 07, 2008
As I'm staring down 30 (tomorrow at 7:01 pm Central to be exact) I should probably blog about how awful it is, but now that it's inevitable, I really don't think it's all that scary. I pretty much act like I'm six as often as I can. I've worn one of my favorite t-shirts, a He-Man ringer, for years. I just recently picked up a 'Vote Optimus 08' Transformers t-shirt, too. Yep, still very much a kid. But along the way, I have learned a few things.

The meaning of life? Enjoy it. That's all. If there's something in your life keeping you from doing that, get rid of it. Whether it's a job you dread or people you despise, do what you can to change the situation. An obvious exception is family. All you can do is try to get along with them.

Keeping up with the Joneses? An utter waste of time. If your existence is so hollow that you think material possessions are a substitute for living, figure out who you are and quit comparing yourself to others.

Music can heal all wounds. It's a cure-all for any bad mood and the perfect complement to any good one.

What other people think about you is irrelevant. Be yourself regardless of what others think. True happiness comes from being surrounded by people who like you for who you are, not for living up to some ideal the shallow people try to hold you to.

I'll add to this as I think of things, but I'd better get to bed. I need to rest up for what will most likely be a late night of celebrating. Jamie & I are meeting some friends for dinner and drinks. And I'm planning on taking Friday off so I won't be holding anything back.
Camping @ Pace Bend & A New Personal Record For Downhill Speed! May 04, 2008

I had a great time camping this weekend with some friends at Pace Bend Park next to Lake Travis, TX. For the most part, we just hung out enjoying tasty beer (Saint Arnold's Lawnmower/Summer Pilsner/Amber and Sierra Nevada Pale Ale for you connoisseurs), a fine Cuban cigar, and the perfect weather. One of the highlights of the trip for me was setting a new personal record for downhill speed on our 35 mile bike ride around the lake. Before that ride, my max downhill speed was somewhere between 40-45 mph. Yesterday, I topped out at 51.2 mph (can I get a "Hell yeah!"?) going down the biggest hill of the ride. I was literally shaking at the bottom of the hill from the rush. What a thrill! This one downhill made up for all the grueling climbs and the slight sunburn from the rest of the ride. I've included a picture of my bike computer as proof.

I'd say the only downside of the trip was the inconsiderate jackasses who insisted on blaring their music in the wee hours of the night both Friday and Saturday. Why do these people always listen to the crappiest music? We heard a mind-numbing mix of horrid techno and the most cliched 80's rock ballads at ridiculous volumes. I'd much prefer to go to sleep to the sounds of nature.

Today on the way out of Austin, we stopped for brunch at Magnolia Cafe. It was my first time to eat there and it's now another place on my growing list of great restaurants to visit when in our state's capital city.
Up at 6:00 am on a Saturday... Apr 19, 2008
So I'm up at 6:00 am on a Saturday morning about to go meet some friends for a bike ride. We'll be doing at least 25 miles, but maybe 50 if we feel up for it. Crazy I know, but there's a certain excitement around getting up early, eating a carbolicious breakfast, drinking some coffee, and hitting the road for awhile. My only real complaint is how much gear is involved in a simple bike ride. For those of you who have read Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World" (if not, I highly recommend it), cycling is like one of those sports mentioned in the book that requires an arsenal of equipment to participate. A short list of things I've assembled for this morning's ride include: cycling jersey/shorts/shoes, heart rate monitor, helmet, gloves, sunglasses, spare bike tubes/CO2 cartridges, energy bars, energy gels, Gatorade, water, recovery drink. Insane, huh?
Son Volt with Bobby Bare Jr. @ The Continental Club, Negativland @ Rice's Aurora Picture Show Apr 18, 2008

I caught a couple of great shows the past two days. Wednesday night, I went to see Son Volt at The Continental Club. For those who are not familiar with the band, Jay Farrar the lead singer/song writer, was previously in Uncle Tupelo (forefathers of the "No Depression"/alt-country genre) and one of my favorite bands - Wilco. There was a bit of a falling out between him and Jeff Tweedy during the recording of the epic "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" album and Son Volt was born. Son Volt put on a great show. Their lead guitar player was a virtuoso, playing flawlessly with perfect tone.

Bobby Bare Jr opened. I hadn't heard of him previously but really liked his songs. The bass player was hilarious. He had on a "Daniel-san" like headband and danced around like he was playing butt rock rather than sensitive alt-country. He cracked me up when he asked for "more mustache" in the monitors!

Last night, I had the pleasure of experiencing Negativland at Rice's Aurora Picture Show after a friend invited me to check it out. The show can best be described as a fictional radio show examining religion. The show was titled "It's All In Your Head" and posits that religion, like everything else, is man made. By design, it is intended to make listeners question their beliefs and compare/contrast them with other religions. To enhance the listening experience, the audience was given a colorful piƱata blindfold and invited to wear it throughout the show. I took their suggestion and zoned out a bit as I soaked up the chaotic sound collage they created live on stage. One of the members of the group said no computers were used to produce the show, just an array of electronics equipment including samplers, turntables, and other "complicated devices". This was very different than anything I'd ever been to but I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Before the show, we wandered around the Rice campus a bit until we found Valhalla, an on-campus bar run by grad students. The beer was ridiculously cheap. I drank St. Arnold Bock for $1.15 a glass. I'll always love the Gingerman, but I may have found another option when in that area. The campus was beautiful. I'd never been there, but walking around made me want to go back to school again. Maybe someday soon. The whole studying thing doesn't appeal to me at the moment.

I'm supposed to be working now, so I'd better wrap this up. I've included a picture I took in a friend of a friend's apartment building. I think it speaks for itself.
All the cool kids are doing it Apr 15, 2008
Here goes my foray into proper blogging. I decided to do this for several reasons.
  1. I used to enjoy writing until years of composing corporate email took their toll on my once sharp literary wit.
  2. Sometimes I think I live in my head too much. I could probably benefit from attempting to organize my thoughts in a coherent manner on a regular basis.
  3. It seems like a good way to let people know what's going on in my life without running the risk of repeating the same story to the same people over and over. Those of you who decide this is worth reading will be treated to much more efficient conversation (if efficient conversation is your thing).
  4. "Blog" sounds so much cooler than "journal" or "diary".
  5. All the cool kids are doing it.

I guess this will do for a first entry. Send me comments, links to your blogs, whatever...