Thursday, February 22, 2007

funny family pictures

I obtained these pictures after I visited my brother's myspace page. The top picture is of my father, and he looks like he's saying "aarrggh!" like some kind of mutant pirate.

The picture below is of my brother, and a nice demonstration of his photoshop handiwork. He has a lot more examples of pictures he drew, both freehand and on the computer, as well as animations on his myspace page. He also photoshopped me into a Metallica picture that he retracted because he was very critical of his work.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

I've got bad posture

I've recently realized how bad my posture really is, and how it effects how I feel on a daily basis. I'm sure you're posture is bad too, and don't tell yourself that you're the exception, because how are you sitting right now? Are you leaning into your computer? Is your back straight? My posture is horrible, and I thought it wasn't as bad as other people's, but for the time being while I'm hyper aware of how I'm sitting, where my shoulders are in relation to my feet, etc., I find myself continually correcting how I'm sitting or standing.

The amount of people who are sick these days is staggering and mind-numbing. The pharmaceutical industry is so scary and massive, there's a drug for everything these days and they all have a laundry-list of side effects. The sad thing is it wouldn't be that way if there wasn't a need these death peddlers were filling. The majority of people are so lazy, so disconnected and shut off that they don't get out, exercise, engage their bodies and minds, feed it crap food that has nothing nutritionally redeeming about it...setting themselves up for self destruction with each step through life. The amount of aches and pains that can be undone simply by stretching daily is amazing. If you don't feel good, try it: stretch after you wake up, and if you have a desk job, get up once in a while and stretch, and again before you go to bed. Take a total of 20 minutes out of your life spread throughout the day, and you'll notice a difference, I mean it.

I know I've talked about the food thing before. What you put into your body will generate your output. We all don't eat enough fresh fruits and vegetables. There's nothing wrong with meat, but in moderation and making sure it hasn't been tainted by hormones or chemicals. All the artificial and synthetic preservatives, dyes and perfumes in our environment are heavy, weighing us down and poisoning us; creating weird illnesses, allergies and diseases, all mixing with other noxious products of an overpopulated world, like paint fumes, gasoline, and household mold. People who don't feel their best are more likely to be unhappy, and experience discontentment. Not feeling well hinders creativity, positive productivity and self-actualization.

It's quick to fall into bad habits but hard to break out of them. It's hard to get in shape after being in a rut, it's hard climbing flights of stairs after you've taken the elevator for a year. I don't mean Lance Armstrong get in shape, just being able to get around, climb stairs, and have a decent range of flexibility.

I love living in Portland and being close to awesome places to hike. I could never forgive myself if I wasn't able to hike, climb, run and bike ride. I've waited through a good portion of life to get somewhere where the natural environmental beauty was so awe inspiring and seemingly infinite.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

just a bunch of random disconnected thoughts

I've been up since 4:45 and it's SATURDAY! I wish I had this problem on weekdays. So I went to the video store (among about a million other things I did today) and rented "The Greatest American Hero" season 1, disk 1. I haven't watched it yet, but I'm betting it's not as good as I remember. Anyway I'll keep you posted about that.

Why did Britney Spears shave her head? Why do I care? Can America stop talking about Anna Nicole already? Why aren't we talking about the over 3000 soldiers who have been killed in Iraq and Afghanistan? (and all sorts of other places, too).

At work, I have been employing camouflage techniques to assimilate into my environment, and fly under the radar as much as possible.

If I stand really still next to the wall, my boss could walk by and not see me. Where does Heather end and the wall begin? If it weren't for the light switches, my disguise would be seamless. I call this "suburban camouflage."

Spring is starting to spring around here, hopefully tomorrow I can get out and get some pictures of my annual bulbs starting to bloom. No daffodils yet, but crocus or something is in bloom with all of it's purple brilliance. I know this region of the country is known for the heavy rain, but knock on wood and god bless global warming, it is so sunny today the blinding light hurt my eyes.

I hate internet explorer, and prefer to use Mozilla Firefox. I've recently installed an upgrade, and I really like the auto spell check feature. It makes me seem more intelligent then I am, and not so hooked on foniks.

How many of you kids from New Jersey and New York remember RIF--Reading Is Fun-damental? I just remember the commercials, that's about it. I think there was a bunch of inner city kids on a playground with big bird talking about the RIF program with some adult. That was before we were so hyper aware of pedifiles. The most scary part about pedifiles is just exactly who is in that big bird suit? One time I was at Disney, and someone in a beast costume (from Beauty and the Beast) hugged me so hard I could feel him through the costume, and my friends had to pry him off of me. Creepy.

The other day at work we were talking about that movie "Pay it Forward" and creating karma for yourselves by doing a good deed. I remembered when I was in NY and with a couple of friends, we were on a highway or something with a toll plaza (there's a million out there, and virtually none here) and slowed down to pay. This toll plaza was more pricey then your standard "pitch a quarter in the basket" type. It was a big money cross a bridge or tunnel type of toll plaza. My friend who was driving stopped to pay the money at the window, when the toll attendant told him, "don't worry about it, the car in front of you paid your way." My hope for the future of humanity had been restored for a brief glimmer in time, and from what I understand, this goes on all the time, there's all sorts of people paying double to cover the person in line behind them, repaying karma they've received.

Okay enough random thoughts, I have a quiche to make. Lucky for me the roaming wi-fi is working in my living room at the moment.

Friday, February 16, 2007

I'm talking for free

I've had an opportunity to view evening television with no sound and closed-captioning, and realized that there a ton of typo's in that closed captioning. It's amazing that deaf people can even figure out what the hell is going on in the world. And the typo's are really comical if you read the context in which they're screwed up--for example, if the news has closed captioning, it might read "over one thousand people were fried" instead of "fired," or "he has feels a lot of plants" instead of "fields of a lot of plants." It really cracks me up.

Sometimes the type-o's are just dumb, gibberish of consonants, in the middle of a sentence, things like "the child was found near sksdcspoe osdjkle wen dfdk fun."

It makes me wonder what the closed captioning typists are smoking.

Monday, February 12, 2007

how do you feel about those earbuds?

I'm not sure, I have mixed feelings. Sometimes I like them, and sometimes I think they're weird and hurt my ears.

I've got an iPod and it amazes me that I can store my entire music catalog on a small device about the size of a cigarette pack. It's also funny how intensely personal iPods are, you can customize them with your personal pictures, videos, music, preferences, podcasts of programs you enjoy...such a small thing says such a large amount about the owner.

My iPod has a variety of heavy metal, pop, blues, jazz, disco, rock...the genres themselves aren't funny, but when you get into the nuts and bolts of artists such as Huey Lewis and the News, America, Tool, Cream, Duran Duran, it really begins to shape everything.

Okay don't judge me and the Huey Lewis and the News thing. I don't think it's so much the music, but the period of time in my life. I have a very strong visual memory of watching Huey Lewis and the News videos when I was a kid, I don't know why, I never owned an album before now (and I don't own it, I copied it from a friend).

How irresistible is it to sing their tunes, c'mon I know you all know the words...I wanna new drug, one that won't make me that won't make me talk to much or make my mouth feel thick....

My next door neighbor, who usually is relatively quiet and considerate, had an all-weekend, all-night party last weekend. I was so annoyed at one point I wanted to put my fist through the wall but instead I passively remarked several times that I'm going to tell the landlord. Saturday night I was having trouble sleeping because the bunch of middle aged drunk women partying were singing Billy Joel songs at the top of their lungs. It was very inconsiderate, and forever changed how I listen to Billy Joel, especially "My Life."

Ho hum time to go home.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

I've never really dealt well with

death, the passing of people you know well, anyway. I can handle the desensitivity that accompanies gratuitous violence on T.V., but when it's family or friends, or acquaintances, for some reason it's pretty hard for me, and I either cry uncontrollably or phase into this sphere of being that happens to clinically and objectively deal with the reality of the end of a life, the end of an entity.

So I learned earlier today that this woman I worked with named Helen (I probably used a fake name earlier in my blog entries) died over the weekend. She was 44 and had pancreatic cancer, and was a beautiful, vibrant, empowered, strong woman. She had the most positive attitude that I've ever experienced in an individual, even when she started getting sick and started cutting down her hours, she still kept that positive front up.

I first met her on my first day of work here, it was also her first day of work. We waited together in the lobby to get our pee tests, and struck up conversation about the amount of coffee we've consumed so we could perform for the test. She quickly became a go-to and a friend, someone that I could bounce ideas off of, or find information that wasn't really available or attainable. She planned our Annual Awards Banquet in November, and had a great time doing so, even though by November she was too sick to attend.

It's been kind of hard at times today, especially when I check my voice mail. Helen's voice is the one I hear on the automated menu, and I can hear her smiling in her voice; she had to reprogram the phone system here and had to do several takes because she kept laughing. I guess in that respect she's been immortalized eternally.

Rest in peace, I hope that your pain and sufferning has ended and that for the remainder of your soul's existence you are enveloped in the beauty and peace you've conveyed.

a couple of Sunday's ago...