Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Moments

There are moments where the world shrinks down to a single room. Where the phrase “You are the most important thing in the world.” becomes true when it may not have been moments before or still be moments after.
Some of these moments are good, like the last climax with your lover before you part ways for a time. Some are not so good like the fear as your friends has an allergic reaction before your eyes. And some moments break out of themselves and go on until the end of your days, like the echo of a newborns cry.
Look back on these moments good and bad and treasure them for it is when the world is small and the distractions gone that you can see most clearly.
-Jared

Monday, January 6, 2014

Christmas break.

But first a quick update.

I am out of the navy. For various reasons the navy was no longer taking me in the direction i wanted to go, so at the completion of my shore tour i got out. I spent the summer unemployed. There are worse places to be unemployed than FL in the summer. Beaches are free. I got hired by google to work in a Data Center in Iowa. Google is probably the best place i could have gotten hired. I am very happy with my work.

The last several Xmases i have spent at work. Mostly because there wasn't enough time to travel to Maine and if i wasn't going to be with my family i figured i should volunteer to be at work so those with families local were able to. So i would sit in my office on the base and call my family and post dirty xmas videos to FB.

This year thanks to having a job that gives reasonable time off not only was i able to travel for xmas but thanks giving as well. i went home to Maine for my first thanksgiving with my entire family since 2002. This seemed right for me as Thanksgiving has never lost the simple joy of family that it had for me as a child, where Xmas has long lost it's sparkle. Thanksgiving is a concept i have a far easier time getting behind than the mish mash of Christian, Greco-Roman, and assorted northern European pagan mythologies, largely subsumed by capitalistic greed that is modern xmas. So while i had the time to travel (and the ability thanks to a voucher due to a delta airlines mistake) i had no where pressing to go. Friends to the rescue.

ShorterGirl and I had met a few times in person because of mutual fiends an about a year ago we started talking online a fair bit. By a fair bit i mean some 13,000 messages exchanged 9 month on FB before transitioning to Google Hangouts in Oct. After we had dinner when a job interview took me near her city in late summer our messaging became increasingly flirtatious. So when she suggested joining her on her trip to fl for xmas I decided to take her up on the offer.

For her own reasons we had to hide the fact that we were more than just friends from her family (i believe she told her mother I was "not straight", accurate enough if misleading) This made for an interesting time of sneaking kisses and caresses during the day and her sneaking into the, fortunately well removed, guest room in her parents house at night. While this game was at time frustrating it also added it's own zest to things, make the times together all the sweeter.

In addition to visiting her family for xmas we also caught up with friends we had left in fl when we each moved, some mutual some not. We visited the Georgia Aquarium and saw whale sharks. Saw a couple of movies and watched the Xmas special Dr Who.  And generally escaped the cold north for a week.

I didn't go into this with too much apprehension or expectation in regards to the nature of our friendship. At worst i foresaw an aborted attempt at fooling around followed by a week of hanging out and meeting friends. At best I figured a week of hanging out with friends generously sprinkled with "sexy things".
What happened exceeded my expectations a fair bit. We are not dating, there isn't going to be any attempt at a interstate bf/gf relationship. And while we are most definitely friends with benefits that phrase seems to fall short. We have settled on the term "Lover(s)" as one that adequately describes what we are without adding any extra assumptions. Aside from the fact that another vacation like this one is in our future there are no plans, no expectations and no requirements. We will each walk our separate paths with warmer hearts and enjoy those times when those paths may cross.

That being said despite the messaging and voice chat and co-op Portal games i still miss her a lot. I am very much looking forward to this nebulous vacation in the spring when she comes to visit me in Iowa.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Time.

Relative time sense is very interesting. With me it is strongly tied with new places and new situations. Right now with a new city and new job the days have the kind of strechyness that the have not had with any regularity since I the summer I turned 13. 

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Tin Soldier

I am a tin soldier, hollow and stiff with a painted smile.
I am a tin soldier run by a spring.
I am a tin soldier and I paint my own face:
     with jokes, quotes, laughter and blogs, convincing myself more than anyone else.
I am a tin soldier and I wind myself up:
     with shows, parties and nights out with fiends, "Mini Christmases" like beads on a string.

I    am   a tin soldier,    hollow and stiff...

    I    am   a     tin soldier     run    by a spring...



i  
   am
             a
                   tin soldier
                                    
                                             winding



                                                                                down

Monday, December 31, 2012

Changes


Growing up I had a friend who's mother was a "health food nut" and "fitness nazi". The story I was told is that her parents didn't teach their children (or practice themselves) proper eating habits (a parenting flaw that i am increasingly tempted to classify as abuse) and as a consequence she was very over weight as a child. As an adult she spent as much time or more on her diet and exercise as she did on her career, out of some unspoken fear of ending up back the way she was.

That last bit was a lie. It's not an unspoken fear, that implies irrationality, but rather an unspoken fact. I recently read on tumblr (I know that has all the validity of saying "So I was reading the wall above the pisser..." but hold on a bit) a post decrying discrimination against over weight people. It was countering the "your eating habits and exercise are a choice so we can harass you for choosing to be fat" argument with statistics that show how dismal the success rate of weight loss programs are. These same numbers a quoted in this mini article from Cracked (which despite being a list format humor site typically has better citing in its articles than most major news networks). Look around you and you'll probably notice the same thing, I have. All of the limited successes I've seen in the realm of weight loss are people like my friend's mother, people that are willing to make their physical fitness a job, or even a second career. The question isn't "how do I lose weight?" it's "how do I become the kind of person who doesn't gain weight?". Phrasing the question that way may increase your chances of being the statistical anomaly that is successful weight loss. You are not changing your diet, you are changing your you.

In answering that question for myself I took a page from a friend's story. Her continuing and impressive success toward her weight loss goals is almost entirely owed to her taking up recreational/competitive roller skating as hobby. A hobby she invests as much or more time into (and I think considers more important) than her career. For myself I started biking again. I bike to work, I bike to burn off stress, and I bike for charity. Right now the weathers crap so one of my bikes is mounted on a trainer in front of my tv and I bike while watching movies. My physical condition is in no way as impressive as my friend's, but I have not made as many steps toward becoming a healthy person as she has. I know what I need to do, I can see the person I need to become but it's a hard path to walk. It is also not the only path to change I'm trying to follow.

The bit about asking the right question comes from another Cracked article* :
"...that's the step that gets skipped -- it's always "How can I get a job?" and not "How can I become the type of person employers want?" It's "How can I get pretty girls to like me?" instead of "How can I become the type of person that pretty girls like?" See, because that second one could very well require giving up many of your favorite hobbies and paying more attention to your appearance, and God knows what else. You might even have to change your personality."

The second question he brings up is an important one for me, although in a some what broader (and slightly less shallow) sense. Of the three points he brings up two i have already made inroads toward. My hobbies took a trimming when i added bicycling in, and for the appearance part i'll refer you to earlier entries in this blog. It's the third part that gets me. You can find people and resources on the 'net (assuming you have some skill in filtering BS) to help you with your appearance, diet and exercise. Those paths are well marked and (even if often abandoned) well tred. Non snake oil advice on how to change your personality seems almost imposible to find.

I have only seen one person make a marked change in that regard, from a people clumsy shy off putting nerd to suave energetic out going nerd. And while I knew him and was working with him while this change was taking place I'm not entirely sure how he did it. I know that during this time he read and recommended I read the much decried book "The Game". The people descibed in that book and infact many of the examples of people who are good in social situations from my own life are what I would call ass holes. I mean some of these guys are my friends but they are dicks alot of the time, to women and people they are working with, and some how this works. The thing holding me back from following the few trail marking or blazing of in my own in that direction is the question "is that who I really want to be?". Honest self inspection raises the question is this a legitimate question/issue or, like disussed in a later portion of the above quoted article, am I sabotaging myself?

I know the answer many people will give me is that the dickishness is a form of projection of self confidence and that it is the self confidence that people are responding to. I know that improving my dress and physical fitness can (and have to a degree: see earlier entries) improve my self confidence. However as I continue to move farther down those paths I am begginging to wonder if they will by themselves take me close enough to the goal of being better with people or if i truely need to find (or create) another path to get there.

Partly this is a post about where I am, where I'm heading, where I want to be that stands in place of pointless New Years resolutions, and partly it is a request for signposts and bread crumbs.

And, like every time I talk about my self improvement, to the people who have helped:
Thank you. (you know who you are)

*Seriously go read David Wong's and John Cheese's stuff, thier advice/lifelesson articles despite (or because of) being humor are better than any advice colloum i've ever read.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Life, Clothes and Things.

This is ramblely, and while i know most of you are reading this because I linked it and asked you to I still maintain (see the first post) that this blog is primarily a place for me to put my thoughts before they turn into butterflies and flutter off, and for that the rules of composition 101 need not apply.

Over the last month I have had a few opportunities to go out dressed up, either in a costume or once in a nice suit, thanks to a performing arts group I'm a fan of.  This may come as a surprise to some of my friends, and I don't blame you it kind of surprises me,  not only have I had these opportunities I took them and enjoyed myself.

Prior to this month I have "dressed up" twice in my adult life (excluding uniforms). Once was an off the shelf pirate costume for a party where I was told wearing street clothes and quoting Wednesday Adam's "I'm a homicidal maniac- they look just like everyone else." was not an acceptable costume. The other was a very nice suit for one of my best friends wedding. I knew that there was no way John was going to dress his groomsmen anything short of perfectly, but this knowledge was really only enough for me to be comfortable and able to enjoy myself at the wedding. I didn't really feel like me in those clothes and I certainly didn't enjoy the clothes for their own sake.

Despite plenty of advice (both sought after and not) and encouragement from friends my comfort zone for fashion hasn't changed much in the last decade: T-shirt and jeans. There has been a gradual transition from band shirts to think geek Ts to the current trend of teefury shirts, but other wise I've been wearing the same clothes everywhere since I started having to buy my own. It's not that I think I think I look good in these clothes. Rather it's that I know it's almost impossible to look that bad in them. I have been known to wear a polo or a button down and on rare occasion slacks or a sweater as a concession to "dressing appropriately", but any thing more and I'd start to feel like I was out of place. 

Feeling out of place, or worse yet standing, out was something to avoid. Even the perfectly benign attention I'd receive wearing my dress blue uniform in public made me uncomfortable. The thought of wearing anything fashionable was worse. Mostly because I had (have) no idea what fashionable means. What cuts or styles i should wear, what colors go with my eyes and complexion. Even how to wear the clothes once I had them. Add to this my dislike of driving, of the crowds in the mall once there, and of the process of shopping in general... Well let's just say jeans from the NEX and shirts from the internet are much easier.

Which brings me back to the present(almost). In the last seven months or so (since the post two before this one) I have managed to fit in a ridiculous (for me any way) number of life experiences. I think I did more things for the first time this summer than in any time period since my first year or two in the navy(and these were much more fun than all the sailor stuff). I discovered reasons to go out and socialize. I found people who's opinions of me out side of my professional life mattered to me. In sort I did some of that part of growing up i'd managed to avoid by hiding in high school and then joining the navy.

Ok, now I'm back to the present(and the opening topic). This Halloween I not only wanted to dress up I also managed to make a very good Rorschach costume from things in my closet. At the event I went to I found myself enjoying all the attention and taking pride in having one best costumes*, even getting on stage a couple of times. Another event had a dress code that required me to be in a suit. I not only bought a suit (and enjoyed doing so) but i also enjoyed wearing it. It felt comfortable, I felt comfortable in it. I looked good and knew it. It was an interesting feeling and not something i'd ever really felt before, i enjoyed it and want more.

Last night I went to a 50's/60's Pin-up themed event dressed as a period shore leave/drunken sailor. Once again something I put together out of my closet (with a little help: i didn't have a sewing machine to bell bottom my pants). And once again one of the best outfits there*. I had a blast. From there I went to a gay bar to meet up with some friends still dressed up as a retro sailor, knowing full well the kind of reaction that would receive. In fact I was disappointed I didn't receive more cat calls and comments than I did.  If you had told me a year ago that I would let myself be put in that kind of situation, let alone seek it out deliberately, I would have told you to lay off the hard drugs. 

The point I'm trying to make is my opinions of my clothes, of my physical appearance, and of me myself have changed. I feel more comfortable in my skin. I feel better about my appearance. I like myself better. I'm not saying you are going to see me in a whole new wardrobe all of a sudden, real clothes are expensive, but I am looking forward to dressing better. Maybe this new feeling good thing will carry through the winter, I hope so.

And once again: Thank you (you know who you are)

* apparently my self depreciating/false modesty got misplaces as well.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

A book.

I am a genre reader. By preference I read science fiction. Real scifi. Not the magic in space that is starwars or startrek, I consider these fantasy, but the things in these books will become real technologies scifi, like Arthur C Clarke and Heinlein. (See Clarke orbits or the origin of the term Waldo). When these books become hard to find I'll read fantasy (space or magic). It's rare that I read outside of these genres. When I do it is because an author I like writes in another genre or on the recommendation of a friend. I ignore 90% of off genre book recommendations so the half dozen of you that got past that thank you.

Even considering my 'limited' scope I have read a lot. I read fast and go through spells where that is all I do with my free time. I have read books that have made me laugh, books that made have me angry, books that have made me cry, books that have made me wish I could turn pages faster, and books that made me wish I read slower so I could live in them longer. Never before have I read a book where I dreaded turning the page, reading the next chapter. Never before have I put a book down because I didn't want to read what was coming next, as if by not reading the words the events wouldn't unfold. Yet that is what happened(is happening) with John Green's "Looking for Alaska". Even though I know what is going to happen in the next chapter, more likely in the time untold between this page and the next, I'm putting off continuing by writing a review of a book I'm in the middle of. Don't get me wrong I will finish this book, most likely before you read this and definitely before I go to sleep.
This is not my favorite John Green book, of the 2.5 I've read "The Fault in Our Stars" still takes that prize. My point here isn't that this is a great book (I haven't finished it and endings are very important), but rather that I, who has been taken by and seen through nearly every literary device out there, was brought up uniquely short by this one and every thing that says about this author.
(TL;DR)
In short go read John Green, if only one read "The Fault in Our Stars", or read everything like I plan to. Although I think I will space him out between batches of my normal genre reading.