Ice Rink

I'm not sure whose job it is to be dealing with the ice that forms after the snow melts and that resulting water freezes, but they need a talking to.

Incident 1. 12:03am Thursday, January 29th. Gasson Stairs

Coming out of call backs Jim hits the deck and an instant later I am sliding down the sidewalk as well. Not good.

Incident 2. 2pm Thursday, January 29th. Million Dollar Stairs

Huge thing of ice just waiting to take me out. Hand rails are a God send.

Incident 3. 1:20 Friday, January 30th. Beacon Street.

The whole damn thing is an ice rink. If I lived on the street I'd at least take care of the business in front of my apartment or whatever. Help me Jesus.

Incident 4. Probably that not too distant future.

Realization: Massachusetts was a bad choice.

January Heat Wave

Monday morning at 11:41 in Alameda, CA the mercury reads 72 degrees. Monday afternoon 2:41 in Chestnut Hill, MA the mercury stumbles to reach 28 degrees. That is a 44 degree difference and that is a big difference. If this was golf you better believe I'd be all over 28 degrees. But this is real life son. I wan the most degrees I can get. 72 is a fabulous temperature. You can be calm, cool, and collect. Sure snow is fun and pretty to look at for awhile but I'm all about warmer temperatures. This is a great last day to be in the Bay. The sun is shinning and the birds are chirping. It is a perfect day. So why am I inside telling you about it? Im out like the fat kid in dodgeball.

Commission

In Norfolk today the USS George H.W. Bush was commissioned as the tenth and final Nimitz Class Supercarrier in the United States Navy. I have to admit I am all about aircraft carriers. The prospect of living on one excites me as well as frightens me. The sheer size of them blows me away. The newest is 20 stories high and as long as the empire state building is long. There is no point to this post. Just wondering what the future holds and if I'll ever call an aircraft carrier home.

2009

I appreciate New Year's resolutions. Some people find themselves making the same resolutions each time the ball drops. It's almost foreshadowing because somewhere along the way they drop the ball too. I do my best to make resolutions that I know I can keep. I even had a few for 09 but they are being thrown out the window. Instead I want to be watching the ball fall for 2010 knowing the 2009 was a resolute year.
There is something special about these breaks. Anna summed it up perfectly last night when we went down to that party at Santa Cruz, "It is like two worlds coming together." I wish my worlds would cross instead of being on separate coasts. They each have the good and the bad but the people from each world put together would be unstoppable. But that just isn't in the cards.
As I move forward I'm not sure that everybody wants to see me embark on the roads ahead. I know one person for sure. I can understand the motivations and must admit that at times I haven't been clear about what I want or where I'm going. But I've found something good. I don't know if it will endure the test of time or if it is just current fad/muse for a time. I hope it endures. I want it to. I'm maturing and growing as a person. It's good. I still have a long way to go but when I think of where I was just a year ago the difference is startling.
Spring Semester is upon me. I can't believe that after this semester I'm a junior. Something just doesn't seem right about that. College is almost half over. That is whack, Jack.
I love that I lead a spontaneous lifestyle and that love is only deepened by the fact that I have some of the greatest friends you could have in this life. It's a fact. We don't operate by what makes the most sense or by what the clock says. We go on whims and explore. One minute you are thinking you're staying in for the night, the next you're drawing penises with shaving cream at some house in Santa Cruz you'll never return to. (Sorry Anna.) I can only imagine what 2009 has in store. But if these first 9 days are any indication, it will be one for the books.
I have to be honest though, the prospect of freezing weather and snow does not fill me with glee. Good thing I have fond memories to keep me warm.