Husband. Father. Purveyor of poorly applied musical talent. Severely misplaced Californian. Wannabe steampunk. Used-to-be street punk. Perfectionist. Designer. Maker. Fabricator. Welder. Woodworker. Really? Heading face first into my 30's with a wide assortment of food allergies and a new job in the quality department of an automotive parts supplier. Is this really me? Who knew I'd end up here?
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
More bang for your buck.
This is the age of mass-produced, mass-marketed, over-priced, under-quality crap. It's the latest rage in New York, in less than a second they'll know about it in Los Angeles and everywhere in between. Within hours they'll make 8 billion of them in China. Within months they'll all be broken. A year from now no one will care or recall that they ever did.
Friday, March 18, 2011
crazy dream
So I had this dream last night and completely forgot about it until about halfway through my day at work. It's wicked.
I was at work. From outside of myself, I watched myself walk out of the building. The building itself resembled my real life work a little but looked more like an aircraft hangar - it makes me think of Navy Pier. Most of the area outside the building was concrete except for a small grassy spot just beside the door. A group of my co-workers were standing off to that side under a tree. Back in the first-person, I walked out the door. I looked at the sky and as I was about to make a comment about the strange weather to my co-workers, I was struck by lightning. But it was not instantaneous. I could distinctly hear the lightning coming toward me, it sounded like a heavy piece of paper being slowly torn. When I heard that sound, I knew what was about to happen. I wanted to run but I knew I couldn't move fast enough to get away. I was instantly deaf and blind and I knew it was happening. There was only the sensation like a giant hand on my head, shoving me into the ground - literally pushing my entire body into the concrete like a nail being pounded into wood. It seemed to be the most painful and frightening thing I'd ever endured yet I wasn't afraid. The calm I felt allowed me to overcome the pain. I recall thinking something to the effect of, "I've just been hit by lightning. There's a good chance I'm dead. I'm neither in pain nor afraid. This is amazing!"
Suddenly I was back in my body, alive and well. I was standing some distance from where I was hit by lightning, facing the spot with the building in the background - a similar view to when I first watched myself walk out of the building but a little farther from the building. I could tell some time had passed (days? months? years?) There were people standing around me and they were all amazed that I was not only alive but completely unscathed. I was telling them how I felt fine, maybe even better than before I was hit by lightning.
At that point I woke up and went WHOA! I better not forget that one! Not only is this the first dream I've remembered in a VERY long time, it's strange even by my standards. And now I've potentially overcooked my hardboiled eggs by 10 minutes while I was typing that all! Yikes!
Anyway, what does that dream say to YOU?
I was at work. From outside of myself, I watched myself walk out of the building. The building itself resembled my real life work a little but looked more like an aircraft hangar - it makes me think of Navy Pier. Most of the area outside the building was concrete except for a small grassy spot just beside the door. A group of my co-workers were standing off to that side under a tree. Back in the first-person, I walked out the door. I looked at the sky and as I was about to make a comment about the strange weather to my co-workers, I was struck by lightning. But it was not instantaneous. I could distinctly hear the lightning coming toward me, it sounded like a heavy piece of paper being slowly torn. When I heard that sound, I knew what was about to happen. I wanted to run but I knew I couldn't move fast enough to get away. I was instantly deaf and blind and I knew it was happening. There was only the sensation like a giant hand on my head, shoving me into the ground - literally pushing my entire body into the concrete like a nail being pounded into wood. It seemed to be the most painful and frightening thing I'd ever endured yet I wasn't afraid. The calm I felt allowed me to overcome the pain. I recall thinking something to the effect of, "I've just been hit by lightning. There's a good chance I'm dead. I'm neither in pain nor afraid. This is amazing!"
Suddenly I was back in my body, alive and well. I was standing some distance from where I was hit by lightning, facing the spot with the building in the background - a similar view to when I first watched myself walk out of the building but a little farther from the building. I could tell some time had passed (days? months? years?) There were people standing around me and they were all amazed that I was not only alive but completely unscathed. I was telling them how I felt fine, maybe even better than before I was hit by lightning.
At that point I woke up and went WHOA! I better not forget that one! Not only is this the first dream I've remembered in a VERY long time, it's strange even by my standards. And now I've potentially overcooked my hardboiled eggs by 10 minutes while I was typing that all! Yikes!
Anyway, what does that dream say to YOU?
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