jeffa's Journal jeffa's use Perl Journal en-us use Perl; is Copyright 1998-2006, Chris Nandor. Stories, comments, journals, and other submissions posted on use Perl; are Copyright their respective owners. 2012-01-25T02:18:27+00:00 pudge Technology hourly 1 1970-01-01T00:00+00:00 jeffa's Journal Is this thing still on? <tt>What? You're *still* here?<br><br>I left off quite a few months ago. Since then, i've moved to 3 other locations, the third being my semi-permanent abode. As permanent as any 1 year lease, i suppose.<br><br>I left the sublet in Inwood to live at my friend's girlfriend's place<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... she took off to Argentina for a month. That was in the Bed-Sty/Clinton Area -- kinda ghetto, but safe enough. The roads were dillapitated and garbage was strewn about, but the people were nice. About 10-15 years ago i probably would have gotten shot.<br><br>After that, i found a place in Cobble Hill/Carrol Gardens. I had 5 roommates, but there was plenty of room. That was great until the lady who owned the house returned with her 2 year old daughter who liked to pee on the floor. One by one, all my roommates left. I finally found the place i am at now, and it only cost me $6200 to move in.<br><br>JEEBUS!<br><br>I moved into Park Slope on October 1st and i really love it there. I usually see the Brooklyn Bridge and the Statue of Liberty from the subway train as it crosses the Manhattan Bridge every day on the way to work, as well as walk past the base of the Empire State Building.<br><br>Since we last spoke<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i flew back to the South East (Atlanta and Nashville) and played a show with my old band, Big Vessel (God, i hate that name) and auditioned for a band back here in New York.<br><br>I still don't have a home computer or Internet connection.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>:(<br><br>Or a girlfriend.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>:(<br><br>But<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i have this handy corn cob pipe. And i sure do look cool with it.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>;)<br><br>Any day now<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... any day<nobr> <wbr></nobr>...</tt> jeffa 2005-10-27T19:14:14+00:00 journal New Motto <tt>Anytime i run into problems with Krang, instead of emailing the Krang mailing list, i just send an email to myself describing the problem and reply to it with "RTFM."<br><br>Accomplishes basically the same thing.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>;)<br><br>One of the worst things i can think of about using Krang is when you try to see what your element tree looks like. You simply cannot use Data::Dumper to inspect it, as the output is usually about 10,000 lines of info. Right now i am trying to replicate my DVD website in Krang. It's not a perfect fit for Krang, but it has allowed me to learn.<br><br>So far, what i have learned is that coding Krang is like coding Java. No where near as fun as coding Perl.</tt> jeffa 2005-07-20T15:01:23+00:00 journal No Sleep 'Till Brooklyn <tt>I am in Brooklyn now. Fort Greene. No roommates -- i got the place all to myself. Still takes about the same amount of time to get work, but at least i'm closer to the action side of the action.<br><br>FWIW, i succeeded in finishing my weirdo Krang element. It's kind of like a photo gallery with pagination, except Krang is static so you have to tell it to generate a butt load of pages. Real PITA -- mainly because the docs are so lacking and ambiguous. I also managed to set up my own Krang site on my domain. Again, the docs for that were even worse.<br><br>Looks like someone (me) needs to fix that.</tt> jeffa 2005-07-11T14:52:29+00:00 journal How To () Ostracize Yourself From A Community <tt>Well Hell's Bells.<br><br>All i wanted was an explanation on how a certain method worked in Krang and what i got was endless chastising RTFM comments. Now i've gone and pissed off a rather cool individual who may never talk to me again.<br><br>Yes. I hate Krang. Big time. At this point, i'm ready to jump ship over to Java or<nobr> <wbr></nobr>.NET<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... now, i know that is a hyperbole, but goddamit you would think that the Krang mailing list denizens would understand my frustration and level of experience well enough to avoid telling me to just RTFM.<br><br>What happens when RTFM just isn't enough? What happens when the documentation you point to is lacking? Everything i pointed out in my Perlmonk's article "How (Not) To Ask A Question" has been violated by me personally<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... but is it really me<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... or is it really that the documentation in question is so lacking that the folks who cling to RTFM are just abusing their stance?<br><br>I am this close to getting results in Krang<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... *this* close<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... and with little to no thanks from the suggestions given from the mailing list.<br><br>People died today in London<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... what the hell i am complaining about?</tt> jeffa 2005-07-07T16:29:48+00:00 journal Happy B-Day America! <tt>Indeed this was a splendid 4th of July weekend. Lovely weather (for Summer) and no rain! Well, except Friday afternoon<nobr> <wbr></nobr>...<br><br>Friday i left work around 1pm<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... totally drained. I took the sub to Brooklyn and met up with Mike. He had my bike ready to go. We biked over to his girlfriend's (Alanna) place where i will be staying from July 15th to Aug 15th. We headed back to his place and i took my bike up to Inwood<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... via the sub. I would have been very tempted to ride it back if not for the rain.<br><br>Saturday i met Mike at Herald Square and we biked over to the east side. I bought a Kryptonite New York chain and lock ($80), a Kryptonite pocket lock ($40), and helmet ($40). We biked on down to Washington Square for some Ethiopian food and then off to the WTC site and to the PATH train to Jersey City to watch the World Bike Messenger championship events. Great bunch of people, let me tell ya!<br><br>We took the PATH train back and biked to Chinatown for some Thai, and then up to Sophie's and the Ace bar in the East Village for beers -- $2 Brooklyn Lagers baby!! Scott came by but disappeared really quickly. Don't know what to think about that -- guess it just wasn't his kinda crowd. *shrug* I biked by msyelf over to 8th and took the A train home. This time when it skipped my stop, i didn't care -- i had a bike.<br><br>A quite message on biking in NYC --- don't. It is about as dangerous as it gets. And no, i don't like to practice what i preach.<br><br>Sunday was more of the same. I met Mike over on West End Ave and 63rd at another bike shop. We biked around and found another cool Thai restaurant around Lincoln Center. Then we biked all the way down to the WTC Site again. PATH train to Jersey City. Watch more events -- damn, those bike messengers are GOOD! 400+ feet front wheel skids baby! One footed no handed track stands! Too much to get into here.<br><br>Instead of taking the PATH train back, we all (about 500 of us) took a group ride up the Jersey side to the GW Bridge (around 180th), across the bridge, and down Manhattan to Riverside Park (103th) to eat cheeep burgers and beer and watch the Messenger's Film Festival. I finally got to see The Warriors race, where different teams signed up to race a Warriors (the movie) Themed event. Mike wanted me to sign up and race in the (illegal) Alley Cat race that night, but i decided i wanted to live (and let Krang finish me off with a slow painful death instead).<br><br>I biked myself home that night. What a rush.<br><br>Yesterday i stayed at home and rested. Last night i watched "War of the Worlds"<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... eh. I've seen worse. The fireworks in my neighborhood went on till about 1 in the morning. I loved hearing these gigantic BOOMs in the night followed by car alarms and mucho cheers! Gotta love Inwood.<br><br>god i hate krang<nobr> <wbr></nobr>...<nobr> <wbr></nobr>:/<br><br></tt> jeffa 2005-07-05T15:08:53+00:00 journal Failure <tt>Well, this week has pretty much been a complete failure for me. I've quit jobs, i've been fired -- but never have i NOT been able to complete a project. Never have i NOT been able to figure it out.<br><br>Until i met Krang.<br><br>WTF?!?!?<br><br>I know what the problem is. The problem is that i simply do not have Internet access away from my job. In order for me to learn this, i have to have it set up on my own server. But i am running out of time. I have to set up a Krang site that uses my DVD collection. But that should have been done a long time ago. Weeks ago.<br><br>This is a dark day my friends. I have to put this shit behind me now -- concentrate on this weekend. 4th of July. Mike has my bike mostly ready and we are fixing to go bike riding. I just hope that when i return to work next Tuesday that i can see some light at the end of this tunnel. Even if it is a train.<br><br>Even if it is a new job. Just don't send me back to Tennessee.</tt> jeffa 2005-07-01T17:04:51+00:00 journal Insert Generic Subject Title <tt>Ugh. What a week. Working on another Krang website and i am just flat out exhausted. Yes, lot's of craziness in the City everyday.<br><br>Monday i had dinner with my friend Jim, who came up from Nashville (work related). I met him and some of his old high school friends at Ariba Ariba (wonderful food) and worked out Tuesday night. Last night, however<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i called it in early and slept.<br><br>I am suppose to be moving out of the Inwood sublet and into one in Brooklyn. More on that later, but it should suffice to say that i am looking forward to this place: i'll have the place to myself, i'll have a working TV, i'll have a computer with Internet connection. Trying to keep up this journal at work is just not inspiring enough. I blame Krang.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>;)<br><br>Workout tonight<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... should be good stuff. That class kicks my ass every time. I usually wander on down to Baxter to eat some Thai or Vietnamese cuisine afterwards.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>:P<br><br>&lt;insert generic closing statement&gt;</tt> jeffa 2005-06-30T20:19:53+00:00 journal How to (not) kill your roommates <tt>I've been reading Neil Peart's "Ghost Rider" and i always get a chuckle when he mentions "kill them all!"<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... talking about tourists and other worthless humans that he encountered on his travels. Where am i going with this? It's just me getting some stress off my chest about my quirky roommates. Nice people, but they kinda suck. No personalities<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i wonder why they are even in NYC? Last night i watched "The Machinist" with Christian Bale<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... the whole time one of my roommates was making supper, eating supper, and washing the dishes -- oh, and reading the paper. He seemed disgusted that i was watching a movie -- a movie that seemed extremely disturbing, but really wasn't. Anyways, i tried to strike up a conversation with him after the movie was over (he had just finished reading some article so it seemed like a good time). He just sort of shallowly nodded and looked for another article to read.<br><br>"You aren't much of movie buff, are you?" I asked.<br><br>I love being controversial. Anyhoo<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i tuckered off to bed right about then (10pm) and slept quite soundly. This morning i discovered that my other roommate (the one whose room is really and open space next to the kitchen -- can't be too loud!) and his girlfriend were asleep. Great! Now i have to walk on eggshells and not make too much noise<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... nah, screw them! You see, for the most part he is gone all week long. And when he is in town, he stays over at *her* pad. WTF were they doing here this morning? They know me and the other roommate (non-movie buff) wake up early and make noise. So what do i do? That's right<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... crank up the "GTA3: San Andreas" on the XBox. She hates that game. Hell -- she hates NYC and America in general. So off i go to take over a new piece of territory for my gang.<br><br>RAT-TAT-TAT!<br><br>He comes in. "Can you turn that down?"<br><br>"Not really."<br><br>RAT-TAT-TAT!<br><br>It's fun being jeffa. &gt;:)<br><br>Anyhoo<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i'm suppose to be out of there July 15th. It's a nice apartment. It's a decent enough neighborhood. It's too far away from the "action." And my roommates are zombies.<br><br>The good news is that the Krang project here at work is coming along much better. Last week was kinda rough<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... nowhere near as rough as my "last" job in Nashville, but still<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i was cursing in the dark. Friday after work i took off to buy tickets for the VNV Nation show at Irving Plaza. I stopped at a nice little bar next door and drank a couple of Gin and tonics, while i waited for Mike and Scott to show up. We took off to an Italian restaurant (which i swore that i had never been to before even though Mike assured me i had<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... he was right) and drank a bottle of wine and ate some damned good food. Off to the Punk Rock Tiki bar for some beers and then<br><br>BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM<br><br>Great show. I think i spent about $120 that night. Yikes!<br><br>Needless to say<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i'm taking it easy this week.</tt> jeffa 2005-06-21T13:51:19+00:00 journal Writing on the Wall (rant time) <tt>I was warned when i took this job. I was warned about the code base. Well, after my last (and hopefully NOT "most recent") job in Nashville, i figured ANY code base would be better than that hell hole. And while this job is soooo much better than that rat race<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i am starting to see the writing on the wall.<br><br>Imagine a group of smart, productive, SANE programmers work for Company X. They develop a tool to be used by the clients of Company X (Cox). However, CoX is concerned because their clients are frankly too retarded to understand how to use this product the way it was intended. In short, their clients are not skilled enough to plug in a computer, let alone use a complex system that really isn't that complex if you just sit down and think about how building blocks fit together. AKA<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... design! The programmers make a pretty kick ass tool, open source the tool, and then leave CoX. They take their open source tool and use it the way it was intended to be used for other clients, who understand that<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... well, IT is hard dammit. Meanwhile, CoX continues to abuse the tool because their user base is just too unskilled to actually "do their job."<br><br>That's where i fit in. I bastardize this tool to make it easier for our clients to use it. That would be fine for me if it didn't mean actually "denormalizing" Object Oriented programming. After all, if you are going to do that, then why make it OOP in the first place?<br><br>"But<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... doesn't that mean that the tool is not up to spec? I mean, after all, if it doesn't fit the clients' needs, then it is broken. Right?"<br><br>Perhaps so<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... but, pray tell, why then are there OTHER clients out there using it properly?</tt> jeffa 2005-06-17T15:39:14+00:00 journal ketchup <tt>Time to play some catch up.<br><br>This past Thursday and Friday were not good coding days for me. I was working on some Krang code that someone who should not have been allowed to write left behind for me to "fix up," and while i don't mind fixing "bad" code, i do mind trying to learn a framework with said bad code. I left the office Thursday with a dark cloud over my head and headed to the gym. Phil gave us one hell of a work out -- since there were less students that night we were allowed to practice with the pads. That means we could kick and punch as hard as we pleased. Afterwards i attended the Jai Yet stretching class and headed over to a Vietnamese restaurant for some of their tasty tasty soup.<br><br>Friday day was more of the same at work (but i did get to have lunch with the lovely Marta<nobr> <wbr></nobr>:)), and that night i met up with sporty and drank some beers over at St. Andrew's pub. Lovely place that lovely place is. Saturday i woke up and decided to go work out after all, so off to the gym i went. Again we were allowed to practice with the pads, and my partner that day has been taking Tai Boxing for 2 years now. He kicked the hell outta my arm! I had some minor bruises from holding the pads for him, but it's all good. After class i wandered up to Astor Place, rented some flicks, and bought a couple of bottles of Aloe Vera (Vera! What has become of you?!?!) juice (mostly grape juice and water though) and got a call from Mike. He wanted to meet at Freddie's in Brooklyn and drink some beers that night. Also wanted me to bring the Xbox so he could jam on some San Andreas. I had just rented 2 flicks so i was unsure that i would be able to make it<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... but i said "what the hell" and committed.<br><br>Then<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i got a call from Scott, he had just returned from a short vacation in Vegas. He said he was at Union Square, so again i exclaimed "what the hell" and walked on over to meet him. We walked on down to Washington Square and MacDougal over to my new favorite Ethiopian restaurant, Meskerem. On the way he stopped at a stand where a Russian lady was selling Russian T-shirts. Scott speaks a bit of Russion, so they hit it off pretty good. He stops<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i spend $20 on a T-shirt, couldn't resist it though. Off to the restaurant. I still had my gym bag full of stuff and didn't want to bring it into Brooklyn. We walked (in the rain - where'd that come from?) up to the subway station and made it back to Scott's place in the Upper East side. Nice freakin' apartment! Dropped my bags off and we headed out the door. When we entered the elevator, Scott used the opportunity to shock his neighbors inside with an momment:<br><br>"Yeah, i had to cancel my cards because of the hookers."<br><br>You see, while he was in Vegas, his "friends" decided (real late one night) to bring some hookers back to the hotel room. Scott was sound asleep and none the wiser. When he awoke the next morning, his discovered his wallet was gone. He rushed down to the front desk and used an Internet kiosk to cancel his cards. He took some cash from his "friends" (he knew the hookers stole his wallet) and then proceeded to try to solve the problem of getting on a plane with no identification whatsoever. About then his "friends" called and said they found his wallet, cards there but minus about $500 bucks. Money that he won at the blackjack table, so he wasn't to upset over loosing it.<br><br>"Yeah, i had to cancel my cards because of the hookers."<br><br>Man, that's just classic. So<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... me and Scott hit the sub and attempted to make it Brooklyn. We crossed the river on the 5 train, but we didn't realize that we hit a "last stop" just into Brooklyn and went all the way back to Penn Station. We finally made it to Brooklyn, Scott had not been to Brooklyn yet. He fell in love with the place -- while he can afford to live in the Upper East Side (of Manhattan) he really doesn't like the neighborhood. We met with Mike and drank a few, and then we were graced with the presence of Mike's girlfriend, Alana. Afterwards we ate some greasy fried chicken and me and Scott headed back to the "City." When we got to Scott's place (at 3am) i decided i should just crash on the living room couch and try to get back in the morning. (Getting from the Upper East Side to Inwood via subway takes FOREVER!).<br><br>Sunday morning i awoke, enjoyed the view from that living room, and rode the elevator up to the roof of Scott's apartment building. I enjoyed the view of the City for a short while and headed back down. Stopped off at a nice yet cheap dinner for some French toast, eggs, and bacon, and proceeded down the 6 subway train to my office. I picked up my left over sandwich from a little party that was held Friday and proceeded to get back home -- during Puerto Rico Day!!! It took me about 2 hours to get home. &gt;:(<br><br>When i got home i watched the 2 flicks i rented: "Sweet Sweetback's Baad Asssss Song" (thumbs down) and "Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia" (thumbs up), taking a nap between each one. Afterwards, i traveled ALL THE WAY back down the City to drop the videos off. Man, i gotta move closer to the East Village.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>;)<br><br>I ate Taco Bell Sunday night<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... man i just craved that stuff. All those kick ass restaurants in the East Village and i crave Taco Bell.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>:P<br><br>Monday was another "get my ass handed back to me" day at work<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... until around 5:30pm when i finally made a breakthrough in the code i was working on.<br><br>s/^pem_//;<br><br>And suddenly everything works.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>:) Well<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... everything *so far*<nobr> <wbr></nobr>...</tt> jeffa 2005-06-14T14:25:52+00:00 journal Punk band on the way? <tt>Looks like i might be getting a band going here pretty soon. I went to the Man in Gray show last night and spoke more with Tina (the lead singer)'s boyfriend who plays guitar and sings. Last Friday i asked Mike if he wanted to play some bass, and while he seems a bit nervous he expressed some interest. All we need to do is get together and see what happens.<br><br>I miss playing my drums, but empty space is good too. Not to mention* i can't wait to see how Thai Boxing will improve my strength and stamina behind the kit. Jumping rope is supposed to build some serious double-bass chops.<br><br>But we will sell no wine before it is time<nobr> <wbr></nobr>...<nobr> <wbr></nobr>;) that is<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... Krang calls.<br><br>* guess i mentioned after all<nobr> <wbr></nobr>...<nobr> <wbr></nobr>:/</tt> jeffa 2005-06-09T16:06:42+00:00 journal Good for the soul ... <tt>Many ups and downs this weekend.<br><br>My workout continues, i am enjoying it. Can't do the trendy machine work-outs. Can't do it. The irony is just to thick: build up technology so high that we don't work in the fields anymore, but instead work on technological machines that substitute our need to work. Screw that.<br><br>Friday night i hung out with Mike and finally got to meet his girlfriend. She met up with us at a bar in Brooklyn, and we jetted on over for some GOOD and inexpensive sushi. Afterwards we had some chocolate cake at a place called the Chocolate Room. Very nice. I walked to the Atlantic/Pacific sub stop and took the D back home -- well, up to 145 and transferred to the A. Starting to get the hang of the subway system.<br><br>Saturday morning i hung out at the apartment and started watching a documentary on Orson Wells, one of my favorite film makers. I made it the gym with about 10 mins to spare, but the A was not express and next time i'll be sure to transfer to the D instead. Good work out, but my partner slightly annoys me. He is trying too hard -- i can see his brain working overtime and he doesn't just *cut loose* and let the repetition do the real teaching. He is quick to give me pointers, which i gladly accept, but as soon as i give him pointers, he rejects. Sure, he's been training longer than i&nbsp; -- but i'm a drummer of nearly 18 years. I know how to hit stuff.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>;)<br><br>I want a new tattoo<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... but that's just pride whispering in my ear. Must resist temptation, the one tattoo i have is plenty. A yin-yang necklace would be nice though<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... (chut up!)<br><br>I bought some epsom salts and bubble bath at the K-Mart on Aster place, and popped into the nearby Barnes &amp; Noble to purchase a copy of Neil Peart's "Ghost Rider." I hit the subway, but went the wrong way. After correcting myself and headed the right direction, i noticed i was by a movie theater. I decided to drop $11 on the newest installment of Star Wars (5 mins to showtime), and was not disappointed. Well, at first i was, but the last half hour was mighty fine. Well done Lucas! (Now kindly step down from your Ivory Tower and release those original theatrical versions, please.) I went home and relaxed. My muscles are so sore<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... so sore<nobr> <wbr></nobr>...<br><br>Sunday i ate breakfast at my new favorite local breakfast diner and bought some fabric softener and orange juice at the local grocer. Laundry time! Finished it up and went all the way down to Union Square for some shopping. Bought 2 pair of shoes, 4 pair of khakis, and 3 polo shirts. I now have plenty of clothes. I stopped by Kim's and rented Metallica's "Some Kind of Monster" and watched it last night. After having started reading "Ghost Rider," Metallica's "plight" merely made me laugh at them. Pussies. Sell-outs. They suck. Don't believe me? Just watch their documentary.<br><br>The majority of people who get their entertainment from popular sources such as Independent Contractor owned radio stations, MTV, and "Entertainment Weekly" simply do not know what "good art" is. That's why they turn to such charlatans to form their opinions for them. "Sad But True." Metallica's own words. They have done well to continue delivering a fresh crop of "Good Consumers" for the Entertainment Moguls. I felt good for the boys when they nibbled that hand that fed by trolling up their radio spots (Lars: "Need money? I'm gonna shove $15 grand up your ass!") but that was just playful rebellion. Those boys have lost their grounding -- and sadly, they deserve it. What do they have to complain about? It's not like their teenage daughter who drove to college died on the way in a tragic accident and their wife died a year later from a broken heart.<br><br>Am i bitter because i am a musician who didn't "make it?" Not at all<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... looking back, i never wanted to make it. If i had, i would not have bothered getting not only one B.S. degree, but two. The second was the clinch. I took a semester off and worked briefly for a drum cartage company in Nashville. My goal was to determine if i truly wanted to give up working in the music industry and instead make some money doing to the programmers' grind. After just 3 weeks on Music Row, my mind was made up.<br><br>Art is not about making money. If you are making money from your art -- you are a sham. "F For Fake."</tt> jeffa 2005-06-06T14:30:10+00:00 journal Cool band last night <tt>Another heathly helping of Death Disco at the Delancy last night with BP Fallon. Man in Gray was the band i came to see, and rock the house did they. The Choke was before them and they imbued that New York anti-rock spirit very well too. Both bands featured hot rockin' chicks as lead singers. Girls can really rock the house too<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... too bad, however, that most chick drummers don't. There are exceptions of course, but something about the drums and the attitude behind them seems only conveyable by men. Surely that is untrue<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... surely that is a generalization. But still<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... *sigh* i digest.<br><br>Went to yoga at The Wat for lunch today. I feel much better now. I was starting to think that i would not be able to work out tonight due to incredible muscle sore-age<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... but i feel up to the challenge now.<br><br>And damn<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... those Wendy's mandarin chicken salads are just awesome.<br><br>Back to work<nobr> <wbr></nobr>...</tt> jeffa 2005-06-02T18:42:28+00:00 journal I am an idiot! <tt>Why can't we all just admit it? Oh sure, YOU are not an idiot<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... [rolls eyes]<br><br>'Idiot' is not a permanent label. When i say "I am an idiot" i do not mean that is my profession or what kind of person i am. It merely means that "I do idiotic things." What? You've never forgotten something? You've never said the wrong thing to someone?<br><br>I have done idiotic things. I will do idiotic things in the future. Nothing can stop me from f'in up.<br><br>So go ahead. Get up! Go to your window and open it up. Shout out to the whole world "I am an idiot!!!" GO! Do it!<br><br>/me runs away while the world laughs at you<nobr> <wbr></nobr>...</tt> jeffa 2005-06-01T13:12:40+00:00 journal Hey hey ... LONG weekend <tt>The only regret i have from this past weekend was spending $50 on 2 frickin' rolls of sushi at a posh rip-off joint: Neo Sushi. What the hell was i thinking? It was good. It was really good, but it was just too damned expensive. Especially when i looked at the bill and discovered that the pot of green tea costs $6. Six dollars! That's when i realized that they were charging way too much<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... and i just will not ever go back there again.<br><br>It was good though<nobr> <wbr></nobr>...<br><br>Before i blew that considerable wad of money, i did go see 'Layer Cake'<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... excellent movie. Some lady who sitting to my right constantly "mmm-hmm"'ed the whole movie. A fellow in front of us finally turned around and politely told her to shut up. Saved me the trouble.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>;)<br><br>Good movie though<nobr> <wbr></nobr>...<br><br>I watched my copy of 'F for Fake' last night, excellent stuff. And i finished 'Life Aquatic w/ Steve Zissou' -- another winner from Wes Anderson. I did go out Sunday and see my cow-orkers band play, but i stayed in pretty much all day yesterday.<br><br>Random just made up quote: "People walk in NYC like people in TN drive." A person can push through people though, a car cannot muscle its way through other cars without suffering severe body damage. Plus, a honking horn doesn't sound as forgiving as "excuse me."<br><br>Tonight i finally start working out at the Thai boxing gym. I'll let you know how it goes. It's just beginners' stuff tonight, so nothing special. Just a work out, and boy do i ever need that.<br><br>Big thanks to samtregar and perrin for confirming that i am not insane and this Krang utility script i am modifying was poorly written. As eduardo stated<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... "how about we use the tool designed to do this to... you know... do this." Amen, bro.</tt> jeffa 2005-05-31T18:05:30+00:00 journal Cloudy Day In Metropolis <tt>Got an email from my father today:<br><br>"ok<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... now that all of this is out of your system<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... when are you returning to Tennessee to live ??"<br><br>Um<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... never?<nobr> <wbr></nobr>:) Besides, i've just begun<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i've just begun. "Out of my system?" It was my system that got me out of Tennessee. I love Tennessee, but i'm tired of living among urban sprawl, and there are only a few places in this country that will offer an alternative -- only a few places that offer decent public transportation. Tennessee ain't one of 'em.<br><br>Speaking of beginnings<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... delving into Krang. What a complex system! It doesn't help that the script i am modifying is complicated on top of that.<br><br>Complex vs. Complicated: they are indeed synonyms, but i don't use them interchangeably. Instead, i feel that complex systems are natural, and complicated systems are not natural. I tend to categorized complications as human screw-ups -- that is, some systems are just complex, but it takes a human to complicate things.<br><br>Krang is complex<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... this script i need to modify is complicated. Enough griping about it<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... time to earn my pay.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>;)<br><br>*UPDATE bart++ for catching my [tye]po's</tt> jeffa 2005-05-26T14:13:30+00:00 journal what's up with this cold weather? <tt>Is it me, or is this winter hanging on too long? It's nice to be able to wear a trenchcoat and all, but i'm ready for some summer beaches.<br><br>Krang kicked my butt yesterday. Rather, this script that uses Krang outside the webserver is kicking my butt<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... then again, i would have written it completely different. One shouldn't have to parse class hierarchies as such:<br><br>#########################################<br>my $name = $class-&gt;name;<br><br>if ($name eq 'this') {<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;# do something<br>}<br>elsif ($name eq 'that') {<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;# do something completely different<br>}<br>elsif<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... yadda yadda<br>#########################################<br><br>Something is very fishy about code like that<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... "path of least resistance."<br><br>Nothing particularly exciting happened after work last night. I stopped by K-Mart and bought some undergarments and then off to Kim's to purchase Criterion's "F Is Fake" (Orson Wells) and finally off to M2M to purchase some Oriental groceries. The A train was a mess last night. Bunch of screaming kids and screaming parents. Good thing i have my little MP3 player<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... but still<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... SHUT THE HELL UP!!<nobr> <wbr></nobr>;)<br><br>I started playing Thief 3 again last night. That game was the whole reason i bought an Xbox. Man i love that game. I'll do some laundry tonight, eat some gourmet ramen noodles (bought from M2M) and play some Thief 3.<br><br>Or i might do some laundry and take off to Death Disco at the Delancy<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... nothing like free rock shows! (But the beer ain't free<nobr> <wbr></nobr>...)</tt> jeffa 2005-05-25T13:27:43+00:00 journal Subway faint <tt>Eek. A girl passed out on the A Train this morning, not 10 feet from me. The train stopped in the tunnel, probably waiting for the Columbus Circle traffic to clear up, and just before we got to said stop someone yelled for a doctor. I hope she is alright, she probably just fainted. Another A Train came down the other track i was able to make it to my stop without too much delay. I walked from Penn Station today, and picked up a banana for a quarter at a stand. Some lady was looking at the bananas saying "None of these look good." They did. I told the vender that they looked just fine.<br><br>Last night i checked out the original version of the fourth Excorcist movie, 'Dominion.' This is the version that the studios shunned because it was too cerebral and not appealing to dumb teenagers. It was much, much better, but nowhere near as good as the original. I knew it wouldn't be, but i was very interested in seeing with my own two eyes what i know in my heart: business men have no clue about art, and can't just let go and let the marketing people do their job. This version would have done just as well at the box office, if not better. Serves 'em right.<br><br>I was going to check out the Wat gym tonight (Thai Boxing) but i'll go Thursday instead. Need to buy gym clothes and stuff and do some laundry before hand. Maybe someday i'll check out the new Star Wars, but i'm really just not in a hurry to do so.<br><br>And now, it is time to delve into Krang. &gt;:)<br></tt> jeffa 2005-05-24T14:12:49+00:00 journal Wild Weekend <tt>"Got the alarm clock set for seven got the taxi called for nine<nobr> <wbr></nobr>..."<br><br>After work Friday, i took off to Kim's Underground and purchased 'The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou'<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... first DVD purchase since i moved up here. I also rented '24 Hour Party People' and walked on over to my favorite coffee seller (the one where i met David Cross) and purchased a pound of beans. I then proceeded to Sidewalk Cafe (all in the East Village) to see Adi, a girl whom i "interviewed" with for a sublet. Her place was too expensive (more importantly she picked someone else to live there) but she told me to visit her at work sometime. She had apparantly twisted her ankle and was out. I enjoyed a burger and a beer, and was rewarded with a free beer for whatever reason i don't know. I was suppose to meet Scott -- his roommate was throwing a part and i was invited. However, his roommate kinda freaked out him, and he told me it was off. But before that Spencer called and invited me to Teddy's in Brooklyn to hang out with his girl and her friends who were up from Memphis. I drank 3 more beers and about 3 shots of some vodka-grenadine shooter thingy. I met up with Scott back in Manhattan at St. Andrews and he told me all about the "joys" of living with upitty people in the Upper East side. I drank 2 more beers and wandered home. Someone threw up in the subway car i was in, while i was in it. That was gross<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... but it was still funny.<br><br>I woke up Saturday with a hangover. I stumbled to the grocer and bought some creamer and orange juice. I made coffee, swore i'd never drink that much again and watched '24 Hour Party People.' Damn fine movie. My cow-orker, Cris, invited me to a cook-out in Brooklyn that day, so i went to my new favorite Ethiopian restaurant and ordered some food to make my head feel better. Better i did feel. I wandered on over to Kim's and dropped off the video, then i hit the subway and met my cow-orker at his apartment. There we met another musician, Jessica. Her band plays this Friday, i'll be there if i don't take of to Main this upcoming weekend.<br><br>We made it to the cookout and there i met a LOT of musicians, had some great BBQ and munchies, and drank absolutely no beer (i only drank water<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... and lots of it). Cris's drummer introduced me to a new band, Don Cabellero and i might be getting a band together with Christiana's (a singer) boyfriend. Forgot his name, but she'll contact me i'm sure. I'd love to start playing again -- it's good for the soul. I met a really hot chick towards the end of the night, but i'm not holding my breath -- besides, the last thing i need so soon is a broken heart, although i think i've gotten over that phase of my life. Hmmm<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... maybe not.<br><br>Sunday i went to the local breakfast dinner to start the day, and didn't feel like going out. I started to play some GTAIII, but the TV kept going out on me. I took off to check out the Wat Thai Boxing gym in China Town. At $150 a month, i'm hard pressed to justify the money i would spend as a member, but i'm going to go check it out (free class) tomorrow night. The place looks AWESOME and i really need something like that as i approach my middle age. We'll see. After that, i found a good Vietnamese Pho restaurant and had a bowl. I called Chris Jackson and found out he and Kat were in Boston. They should be in Maine today for a week's vacation and i might join them this weekend -- never been to Maine before. I walked around Chinatown and into Little Italy, and the rain started so i popped into a litte cafe. I ordered 2 espressos, but drank 3. Woah! BaZING!!<br><br>I walked on over to Kim's underground again and purchased Chappelle's show season 2 and "Peeping Tom," an old Powell film that was quite controversial back in its day. I watched the first half last night and while i'm not sure if it was the cause, i had a rather disturbing dream early in the night -- one i'd just rather forget. I usually have such dreams early in the morning, as if my body is telling my brain to wake up dammit! Enough of that.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>;) Before i went to sleep i called the girl i talked to at the party Saturday. As usually, such calls are awkward for me, but we might just meet up this weekend if possible. I may be going out of town and not only is Cris's band playing, so is Jessica's.<br><br>And now<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... back to work. Thank you Perl!<br><br></tt> jeffa 2005-05-23T14:39:16+00:00 journal TGIF ... <tt>... ahhh, the rain!<br><br>Yesterday was most uneventful. I yet again tried to insert the output of mysqldump into a database with<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... mysqldump. Not mysql. How many times have i done that? Let me count the ways<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... (insert scene from 'Roger Rabbit')<br><br>[insert more words]<br><br>Thank God it is Friday. I'll see you Monday.<br></tt> jeffa 2005-05-20T13:59:06+00:00 journal early to bed, early to rise ... <tt>... go to bed at 4am in the morning<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... and you are lucky to wake up before noon. I got up around 8:30<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... made it to work at 10pm. Needless to say, i'll be staying till about 6 or 7pm tonight. Unless i just really knock out some logic today.<br><br>Last night was a blast, but i was quite sad by the time i made it home. It was past my bedtime and i was sooo ready to go to bed. Sleep, not sex -- although i did talk to some cute girls last night. Wouldn't know what to do with the fish if i caught it anyways.<br><br>The night started off with listening to Intrepid make a fool of himself on Perlmonks. I even<nobr> <wbr></nobr>/borg'ed him<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... first time i've ever sicked the NodeReaper on anyone besides myself. (I do love to play the "Evil Clown.") I hurried off to Sapporo's for a nice dinner of Sukuyaki and beer with my friend Mike. He had not sold his ticket for Doves/Mercury Rev show, and seeing as how i missed the PerlSymNY meeting due to thinking it was last night<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i bought his extra ticket ($35). Glad i did. Both bands were incredible -- i'll be buying some of their CD's soon. Before the Doves started playing, however, i had another one of those dudes that brings his girl to the show, and then proceedes to suck the energy from everyone around him and lavish it on her. There was a hole in fron of me, and they filled it. They had plenty of room to fill it, yet there was his arm in my chest. I tapped him on the shoulder, looked him evilly in his eye and politely asked "Could you please move forward?" He looked disappointed that someone would actually tell him to do something. I could see "How dare you?" form in his mind, but i never blinked<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... and he moved forward. Then the band started with "Stomp"<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... and pogo did he. He kept pushing back, thinking i would succomb and give him the space he so did not deserve. Instead, i pushed into him. I yawped and clapped as hard as i could<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... right in his ear. That prick who probably bought his ticket for $100 (it was a sold out show and my buddy Mike knows how to buy online) finally got the message and he and his girlfriend shot off forward into the crowd. I waved my hand right behind his head as scurried away. Sure, he probably could have kicked my ass<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... but that's not the point. Stand up for yourself. Do not let the pricks have their way. Besides, the Doves are a Manchester band. You don't suck energy from a Manchester band<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... you give it back.<br><br>My cow-owrker's band (June Fool) was suppose to start at 11:15pm at the Delancy. The Doves would not finish until 11:15pm. I had to leave during their last song, regretfully. Mike told me to take a cab. It was the first cab i have taken by myself in the City, and i could care less if i ever take another one again. I'd rather walk. I made it to the Delancy at 11:00pm<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... but Cris (my cow-orker) and his bandmates got screwed. They wouldn't go on until 2am in the morning. That would have been fine with me had the band before them not completely sucked. They were good musicians, they were probably nice people (well, except the chick singer -- rude), they were tight, they were on key<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... their music was just<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... they just didn't get it! These are the people who shouldn't be making music. June Fool however, was damn good. Very moody stuff. I'm kinda glad i made it at 11pm because i did get to catch the band, Air Guitar Magazine. What a hoot they were! Bass, drums, and two trumpet players. They passed out blow-up floater guitars and let the audience convulse with them. The band members wore silly costumes and played even sillier music. It was, as host BP Fallon himself said<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... f'in brilliant!<br><br>I met an interesting chap at the show. He reminded me of Alex Ogburn, an ex-bandmate of mine. "A++ type" personality<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... has to have everyone's attention. He kept trying to hook me up with some of the cute girls at the show, but i was just too self-contained to even try and socialize with bar-girls. They aren't my type anyway<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... they smoke cigarettes. I hate cigarette smoke. That knocks out about 85% of the girls that show up to clubs, and the remaining 15% have steady boyfriends. Oh well<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i only show up to the shows to see the bands and more importantly<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... hear the music. I am a musician, not a player. Girls at clubs are only good for one night stands and those pricks in the 70's ruined for everyone. Got protection?<br><br>Time for work<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... gotta earn my keep.</tt> jeffa 2005-05-19T15:05:01+00:00 journal them crazy dreams ... <tt>Wild crazy dreams<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i went to bed early last night in hopes being able to last the long day ahead of me. I really want to finish up my current project today (due this Friday) and the perlsemny meeting is tonight. Not to mention my cow-orkers band is playing late tonight and i simply have to see them. My friend had a spare ticket to go see the Doves tonight, but i had already promised to go see my cow-oker's band play.<br><br>Last night i watched 'Primer'<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i highly recommend everyone who reads this to check it out. It solves its problems of not exactly making the ends meet with good old obfuscation. Great flick!<br><br>Them crazy dreams<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... why is it that i have these panick attacks in my dreams? Rhetorical question, but if i can solve that problem, i think most of my social problems would simply go away. Its a test you see<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... dealing with lonliness. Most simply confide in a spouse -- they find one, enter a co-dependent relationship, and deal with fixing the symptom, not the problem. Ultimately, i think the problem is about death. Scary, frightening stuff. The major panick attack last night was that i was walking in a circle with a group of people. I wasn't really suppose to be there in the first place, but i was welcome. It was sort of a graduation ceremony, but you know how dreams get all<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... fuzzy. While walking, i suddenly found my legs starting to freeze up, and i couldn't walk. I was able to step away from the line, however, and let everyone pass on by. Needless to say, i didn't get to follow to the ceremony, but then again<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i wasn't really suppose to be there in the first place.<br><br>Perhaps it was the line to Carrousel, a la "Logan's Run"<nobr> <wbr></nobr>...<nobr> <wbr></nobr>:)</tt> jeffa 2005-05-18T13:04:24+00:00 journal Slug <tt>I started reading 'On The Road' by Kerouac this past Sunday night. Yesterday after work, after finding out that my father did *not* send me the money he owes me from the car sales, and with less than $20 in my checking account, i decided to charge a $35 plate of chirashi on the credit card. Afterwards, i sat down in Union Square park and read about 50 pages from said book. Some guy was shouting in his megaphone, saying something to likes of "Bush is afriad of you!"<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... I highly doubt that.<br><br>I feel like a slug this morning. Got to work a little later than usual, but i'm still 'on time.' Just called my dad to make sure that he's gonna put the money in today, like he was suppose to yesterday. I checked my bank account, and sure enough the bastards had some pending transactions 'hiding in the cracks'<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... no-one can convince me that they do not do that on purpose. I didn't go in the red, and even if i did that does not justify them charging me $20 per "overdraft"<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... it's all electronic, there is no paperwork anymore. I'm switching to a credit union ASAP!<br><br>Last night i watched Milton Moses Ginsberg's "Coming Apart" with Rip Torn and Sally Kirkland. Quite the mind $%^#. I was recommended this film from a chap over at's Film General forum, the topic was "What was the first film to drop the F-Bomb?" While that question may never be definitevely answered, this is surely one of the first. It was a film way ahead of its time.<br><br>Today i took the A train down to Columbus Circle and transfered to the B. Dropped me off at Herald Square. Not sure how much time this took, as today i left the cell phone at home. I hate cell phones. It is no wonder so many girls and hipsters use them like security blankets on the streets. They isolate themselves from the strangers surrounding them by attaching themselves to the same people they always talk to. Never bothering to meet new people. I carry mine only because<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i have to. Can't escape everything. What am i running from? The technology that puts food on my table. Crazy, huh?<br><br>I'd better get to work.</tt> jeffa 2005-05-17T13:42:58+00:00 journal Thus Begins Week 4 <tt>Friday night i met up with Spencer (sporty on PerlMonks) for some pints at St. Andrew's. His girlfriend joined us later on and we had some heated conversations on religion, life, and love. I'm not about to repeat the conversation here, but i will say that i had good time. I do fear that i will drink more than i have been in the past 10 or so years. Not having to drive, while potentially limiting one's opportunities in most areas, liberates -- at the same time. I suddenly feel more grounded and weightless. Back in Nashville, just before i moved up here, i was talking with a girl who used to live in NYC. She was happy to have a car now, "I was so sick and tired of waiting for sub. Waiting for bus. Waiting for a cab. Waiting, waiting, waiting!" Sure<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... now she waits in traffic, in the comfort of her own prison. It's not about waiting, it's about relief of control. Control that turns around and controls you.<br><br>So<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... back to events. I took off by myself to see 4 bands play on Saturday. The first band was perhaps the most chaotic thing i've ever witnessed. Turns out that the drummer is a session guy here in town, and this band is his outlet. They never played the same riff for more than 4 or so bars, covering about every odd-time signature and polyrhythm out there -- and each song was at least 8-10 minutes long. Later he told me that each song also took about 6 months to learn. Needless to say, the audience, while appreciative and respectful, didn't get it. I did.<br><br>The next band was the one i was there to see. The Secret Life of Sophia. I got a good feeling they might just go somewhere. Next band, i forget their name<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... by this point i was parked at the bar and downing some Stella's. They were good, but i don't remember too much more. The final band was who everyone was there to see, and i moved from the bar (4 beers is my limit) to the crowd. Their name was Nakatomi Plaza, and apparently this was their kick-off tour. They reminded me of Superchunk, only a little better. All in all, it was a night that brought me back to 1994, when i returned to Murfreesboro from Knoxville and entered the Boro music scene. I miss playing drums<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... again. That's good.<br><br>And yes, i realize that you can't go home. But you can always get a hotel room there.</tt> jeffa 2005-05-16T14:22:44+00:00 journal Friday Morning Freak Out <tt>OK<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... there was no freak out. But i did watch 'Vistor Q' last night. I don't recommend that you do, in fact -- stay away. After that i watched the remake of 'Assault on Precinct 13' -- it was a very good take on the original. Hell, it was actually better. The fellow whose room i am subletting while he is away in Arizona is a playright, and he has a lot of great books, mostly classics, in the room. I picked up the play "Closer," because it was short and easy to read. While i didn't really care for the ending, the play was very stylish and one particular line really grabbed my attention:<br><br>"Everything is just Version of Something Else."<br><br>Looking back on my life, i don't think i've every really come up with one single original idea. Not that it bothers me -- i am an extremely *creative* person. But i never really *create* anything. Being creative is not about being able to create something new, i feel -- it is about being able to produce without having to directly copy something. To be able to improvise or just sit down and concentrate on producing something *from yourself*. We are subjected to so many ideas from our fellow humans that it is next to impossible to not *lift* something -- but when you can *come up* with something without having to cheat, well, that's what i call being creative.<br><br>But<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... everything is a Version of Something Else. And that's not going to stop me from trying to be original.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>;)</tt> jeffa 2005-05-13T13:30:34+00:00 journal Thursday Morning Dress Up <tt>Wore my black suit with white shirt and black tie today. Finally get to have my ID picture made so i don't have to sign in to get in the building every damn day. I had a rough time waking up this morning,&nbsp; didn't get home till 2am<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... my roommate still hasn't washed the sinkful of dishes he left from 2 days ago. I'm going to see how long they stay in there<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i don't cook. Going to the grocery and cooking to save money is so overrated. Nobody thinks about the water (and sometimes electricity) it takes to clean your dishes, not to mention the time spent doing all that. I generally try to eat out cheaply, but last night i splurdged on some Ehiopian food. Me and my friend Mike went to see Reverend Horton Heat last night - his girlfriend bailed on the ticket so i got to go instead. Awesome show. Makes me want to get more tattoos!<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... Nah<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... one's plenty.<br><br>Tonight should be fairly uneventful. I'll probably run down to Kim's Video on the way home and pick up a movie. I've been meaning to see 'Visitor Q' for quite sometime, and the way i could view it back in Nashville was to purchase it. It's great having a good underground video store at my disposal. &gt;:)<br><br>Looks like YAPC is out this year<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... someday i'll attend. In the meantime, i'll go to the NY Perl Seminar next Wednesday and then check out one of my cow-orker's band, June Fool.<br><br>Just another day, and another dollar (that's already been spent).</tt> jeffa 2005-05-12T14:17:48+00:00 journal Wednesday Morning Wash-Up <tt>Washed me clothes last night! (Exciting!) I only brought a limited amount of belongs with me, including very few clothes. 2 suits, 5 dress shirts, 2 pair of winter pants (?!), and one pair of khakis. I left the khakis in the washer last night and was planning on wearing them today. They will soon be cut into shorts, but for now they are still good enough to wear to work<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... perfect to wear to tonight's Rev. Horten Heat show! They were still in the washer downstairs in the basement washroom, but they were wet and unwearable. Lucky for my, my roommate was kind enough to lend me a pair of pants. I didn't want to wear my nice suit pants to the show.<br><br>Yesterday was fairly uneventful, but i did hit up Craig's list and "apply" to try-out for a few rock bands. I miss playing after having seen some good local bands play last Friday night (Secret Life of Sophia and Line &amp; Sinker). I played 'Fable' on the XBox for a few hours over my nice bowl of ramen noodles<nobr> <wbr></nobr>:D Our TV set sucks though<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... reception keeps crapping out.<br><br>I read an aritcle this morning in 'New York Magazine' about ladies who had surgery to go from 250 pounds to 120 pounds. The cover girl talked about her ex-husband (who left her)<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... he was a D&amp;D geek and now she dates some buff, permed gel-head who no doubt is as fake as his appearance. Wonders never cease. I am happy for her new found 'mobility'<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... but i feel she is in for a shock when she learns "you can't go home." People can really suck -- especially when they don't know how to<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... just be themselves.<br><br>Speaking of food<nobr> <wbr></nobr>;)<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i had my first Nathan's hot dog yesterday. Not bad! Me and my cow-orker went to the Manhattan mall for lunch, ate there and popped into a Game store to check out the latest titles. I nearly pooped myself when i saw the case for 'GTA: San Andreas' for the XBox. "That's not suppose to be out until June!"<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... and it's not. It was just a Pre-order item. Thank God<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... but my fate is sealed when that game is released. I tore up 'GTA: Liberty City' and 'Vice City.'<br><br>Ramen noodles never tasted so good.</tt> jeffa 2005-05-11T14:05:17+00:00 journal Tuesday Morning Stench <tt>Ahhh, nothing like entering the A train and finding a smelly homeless guy, carrying his own excrement and what not in buckets with him. I sat down to his left, across the barrier, doors, and another barrier&nbsp;<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... and watched my fellow locals recoil in horror as they entered the train. I could have walked to another car, but i thought i'd "be a man" and take it<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... all the way from 200th down to 34th. I couldn't help but wonder if the poor man could feel the hate and negative energy directed toward him from everyone else.<br><br>Yesterday on the way home i sat down next to nice, young, good looking lady. I noticed she was reading a copy of 'New York Magazine' and i struck up a conversation: "Is this month's edition any good?"<br><br>She said it was alright, she bought it to read the cover story. I explained that the girl whose room i took over (for my sublet) decided to cancel her subscription after reading an article in last month's about 'I Hate Brooklyn'<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... where she just moved to. "Pretentious bull$hit!" she cried. I read the article, and really didn't know what to think, other than the author had some good points, but seemed more interested in stroking his own ego.<br><br>Anyways<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... the nice lady on the subway explained that to live in NYC, you simply cannot be over-sensitive. Today was a great example of that<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... smelly man. I just breathed ever so lightly through my nose and tried not to swallow. Across from me sat a man who yawned at least 3 times. Not a good idea. I feel sorry for whomever sat down in that spot the smelly man was sitting in 5 minutes after he got off the train. Hell, he's probably still there<nobr> <wbr></nobr>...<br><br>Last night i watched 'Network' and 'Serpico'<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... two movies directed by Sidney Lumet that take place in NYC in the 70's. My how times have changed. I feel that most of the rest of the country feels that NYC is still that way. Oh well<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... that's probably for the better as 10 million people fill this city up enough as it is.<br><br>And yes, i had ramen noodles for supper last night.<nobr> <wbr></nobr>;)</tt> jeffa 2005-05-10T14:19:13+00:00 journal Monday Morning Nightmare <tt>I had a nightmare this morning. First one i've had in long time. I dreamt that i was back home, in Murfreesboro. All i wanted to do was get back to New York. Sometimes i still wonder how i got here -- it's only been 2 weeks, but the thought of being anywhere else seems<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... well, just awful. In the dream, i was back at my parents 'old' house, not their new one -- the new one that i stayed at for 1 week before i moved up here on Tuesay, April 26th. In the dream, i was either in that state just prior to moving up here, or it was a semi- future event where i will fly back home, retrieve the rest of my belongings, and drive 'em up in a van. Either way, i won't be flying back<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... which is why it was so odd that in the dream, i couldn't find my plane ticket<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... and panicked.<br><br>Actually, it was a great way to start the week<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... when i awoke, i was sooo happy to be in New York.<br><br>This is my second week at the new job, and so far so good. Solved a couple of bugs last week, got some paper work out the way, and completed 50% of a new feature i was tasked to add. I mostly puttered around the Net<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... but only because i don't have my computers up here with me. This is really the only time i am online, at work. I'll have my folks ship the 'puter up.<br><br>This week (and next) is ramen noodle week. I only have about $200 in the bank account, and veritable $hit ton of credit card debt. I can hold out for the next two weeks until my first paycheck<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i just have to go straight home after work and play some XBox, the reason why i brought it with me. It was easier to carry than a computer. (Why didn't i buy a laptop last year instead of that stupid tower?!?)<br><br>Last Thursday i met Sam Tregar, Perrin Hawkins, and Michael Peters. Perrin took us all out for some really nice food at a 'Frenchy' restaurant called the Blue Light. Thanks again Perrin! That was the first time i met (in person) Perrin and Sam, and i had not seen Mike in well over a year. He and i had a Parallel Processing class together, my last semester as a grad student at MTSU. The school that is every bit my second home as it is my major source of debt. (Why oh why didn't i take the *blue* pill?)<br><br>Well, for better or worse<nobr> <wbr></nobr>... i am in New York now.<br><br>jeffa is dead. Long live jeffa.</tt> jeffa 2005-05-09T13:23:18+00:00 journal