Watching the days go by

Yesterday was a great average day. In the history of days that will ultimately be forgettable, yesterday was quite memorable. Just the type of normal boring day that should be blogged about because I eventually will forget it ever even happened.

Wednesday November 19th, 2014
5:40am - Woke up, showered, played with the cats.
6:20am - Left for work. Smooth commute, got in 10 minutes early.
9:00am - Left work for the doctor's office. Finally went in and talked to a sleep doctor after not sleeping well for 5 years.
Noon - Got back to work from the doctor's office and went to play basketball. I haven't played in about 3 years, so it was great getting back on the court. Also it was a helluva a workout. The nice thing about my job is that I can go do physical fitness during the workday. Getting paid to work out? Awesome.
2:00pm - Got approval to go to Japan for a work trip. I've never been and I am pretty excited about that.
4:30pm - Left work. Went home, internetted, played with the cats, relaxed and watched some TV.
6:45pm - Left home to go play trivia.  My team played extremely well. Not only did we win the toss-up round which netted us a free shot of bartenders choice, we were right in the running at the end. The final question of the 2nd half I got because of my encyclopedic knowledge of John Stuart Mill which sprung us into first place for the final question. Now this trivia is a little weird in that you can bet it all on the final question a la final
jeopardy. The final question was about a retailer founded in Seattle in 1901. Boom. Nordstrom's. Bet it all. We won.
10:00pm - Returned home a champion of the day.

An overdue post

Has in really been 4 months since my last post on the most glorious of blogs?  Where did the summer go? The answers to those questions are: yes and up my butt and around the corner. Although being in Southern California has kind of messed with my perception of time, since the seasonal differences are absent, it is hard to remember how long ago something was without the perceptions of seasons.

So here's the one sentence summary what has happened in the past 4 months. Carly and I bought a house in San Diego, she moved down, she got a job, we've been traveling a bunch. There's more to it than that, but our time has been filled with trips to the beach, working on the house and friends and family. Just this month, three weekends ago I was up in Vancouver for a bachelor party (smoked a Cuban, which was nice), two weekends ago Carly and I were in NorCal wine country for a wedding and then I went to Chicago for a conference. Last weekend Carly's friends visited (so much estrogen in the house). This weekend Carly is in Seattle for a bachelorette party (thus me getting time to blogggg), and on Friday we go to North Carolina for a week.

It's been a fast and dramatic shift over the past five months. I went from renting a place by the beach with minimal possessions and no responsibility to pretty much the complete opposite. It's not all bad though. I must say that I really like being a home owner and I do enjoy working on projects. In July Carly went on a road trip through like 6 national parks with her brother, and instead of sitting on the couch watching Girl Meets World (which is terrific btw) I decided to re-wire my garage. This weekend I was replacing sprinkler control valves.

I'm sure the question most of you are asking is "how's the Jeep?". The Jeep is good and it just made it down here a few weeks ago. I've been still working on it but I'm hoping to get it all worked out and have the doors and top off it in a few weeks. I'll post some pictures here when I do!

At times it still hits me how surreal it is that I live here. When I take in a good vista I usually think back to my 10th grade algebra class. I sat by the window and spent hours looking at the cold snow outside thinking about how someday I would move to a place that was warm and nice and where I could go to the beach all year round. I guess I made it.

  

Another E-mail Post

I suggest starting from the initial email below and then reading my rejoinder. I'm pretty sure I used 6 too many commas in the 4th paragraph.

On Tue, Apr 15, 2014 at 12:51 PM, Bryan *******  wrote:

Good Afternoon Brian,

I hope you had a good weekend.

Do you have a few minutes this week to speak about last basketball season?  I was hoping to learn about your experience and get some feedback. Please let me know if there is a good time and day to reach you.

I've also attached more information on your season ticket benefits for this season.

Thank you again for your support and I look forward to speaking with you.

Bryan

---------- Reply message ----------
From: Brian
Date: Tue, Apr 15, 2014 at 6:09 PM
Subject: Re: A few minutes to speak?
To: Bryan *******

Hello Bryan,

I had an excellent weekend. Thank you for asking. I hope you had a good weekend as well.

I do have a few minutes to speak about last basketball season, but I suspect that I am not the Brian you are intending to speak to. Unfortunately, I have never attended a Carleton Ravens game, although from what I understand, they had a terrific season capped of with another national championship. Congratulations!

Carleton has been kind enough to send me email updates on the team since the fall of 2012. Despite several attempts to unsubscribe from your e-blasts I remained solidly in-the-know regarding the happenings of the Carleton Ravens. Unfortunately I was not able to attend the Women's Basketball Shoot for the Cure this past February, as I live in California.

Don't get me wrong Bryan, I would love to attend more Carleton games but I simply don't make it to Ottawa enough to take in the action. Although I am a fan of Canadian basketball, especially since the great province of Ontario has produced one of my favorite players, the venerable Nik Stauskas, who happens to play for my Alma Mater, The University of Michigan.

You can reach out to me any time. Stay in touch.

- Brian

P.S. I enjoyed the recent write up on the Men's Basketball Program on Grantland.Com.

On Running

A note: I have no expertise or background in what I'm about to write. This is all straight from my mind, and somewhat stream-of-consciousness.

My current housing arraignment has me living on some beautiful cliffs overlooking the ocean. Beyond the crowds that gather nightly to watch the sunset, I've noticed the constant stream of runners going back and forth along the cliffs, much like the running paths along Lake Michigan in Chicago on a warm May evening. I too have been lured off the couch and on to the dirt paths that wind along the top of the cliffs with their mighty views of the Pacific.

This week many of my new co-workers participated as an Ultra team in a Ragnar race from Huntington Beach down to San Diego. It's a 180 mile non-stop 6 man relay race. Each member of the team runs roughly 30 miles over the course of 30-some hours. And they each paid over $300 and each took a vacation day for the privileged. Why would they do that?

Today, while running I was thinking about running, which is usually what I think about when I run. Mostly I think about when I can stop running without feeling like a fatass (which might ruin my internet creditably). But I was also thinking about why people go running. Lot's of people run. In fact, I bet if you if you polled American people my age you would find that as many people have gone for a run in the past year as have gone to the movies. I personally find the movies much more enjoyable. But why do so many people run purely for recreation?

I guess I should make a note on the recreational aspect. I would venture that most of the runners I see are simple running for themselves as a hobby, which probably makes it a very popular hobby, despite the lack of running club memberships, which I guess makes me want to go back and re-read Bowling Alone. Many runners are just running because they want to run. Their job doesn't require them to be able to run long distances, they have no monetary gain in running. They simply run because they decide they want to run. This is especially confusing since there are very few circumstances in modern society that would require running miles at one time. Therefore I assume people run just because they have a desire to run? Where does that desire come from?

That's really what I asked myself as I struggled up a rather small and surmountable hill. As far as I'm aware running for recreation is a relatively new concept and is primarily an American (or at least western) concept. I don't think many people went running 100 years ago. Perhaps because daily life was taxing enough that after hours of chopping firewood the idea of getting physical exercise was a little unnecessary. Yes, perhaps it is an instinctual response to an ever sedentary lifestyle, much like my hamster Stinky's desire to run in his wheel all night.

But why would running be instinctual? Humans don't seem like terrific runners. We're quite slow and have poor endurance. I think that was the reason humans domesticated the horse and cattle and sled-dogs. We're not naturals at moving ourselves. Although many have heard of African tribesmen who run their hunting targets down until they die of exhaustion, so perhaps way deep down we still long for a good run, and we've only found that desire in the past 50 years?

No, no, no. There must be more. I hate running, but I still do it. My other theory is that the pleasure of running outweighs the terribleness of running. I don't run out of excitement, I run out of shame. The shame of sitting on the couch all day eating frozen food is the only motivation I have to run. Afterwards I feel slightly less ashamed of myself. So in that I think I have found something. It makes me feel like we run not out of duty or instinct, but that we run out of a desire to be productive and live everyday with the goal of doing something good and making ourselves sightly better. And somehow the good feelings that come from going on a run can somewhat outweight how awful running really is.

Seriously, I hate running almost as much as I hate blogging.

Back on Top!

It's the post you've been waiting for an entire year to read. It's my now yearly post on the number of happy birthday facebook posts I receive and subsequently gripe about. Let me give you the executive summary:

I'm Back On Top, Baby!

That's right. I came in at a whopping 46 posts yesterday. It was a veritable who's-who of friend, family and acquaintances. I don't know what got in to people yesterday, but it seems like there was a pretty solid amount of posting. Include in that 2 email messages, 3 text messages, 4 physical cards and one facebook message; it was quite the haul.



Notes:

• A return of Mr. Ray. After a mysterious year off he showed back up to wish my a happy birthday. Thanks Ray! 
• Should I start trying to track this by percentage of facebook friends who leave me posts? My number of facebook friends hasn't grown much in the past few years, but it would be nice to measure this as a rate as opposed to absolute numbers. For future reference I currently have 587 facebook friends.
• Do these blog posts influence the number of FB posts I receive? Some of my facebook posts did make mention of the blog post regarding their facebook posts. So who knows?

Either way, I'm now officially in my late twenties and it would seem that the high school and college friends that make up most of my facebook friends have been slowly drifting away from me. So to have so many of them wish me a happy birthday is just really special. Now to count how many people tweet at me for my birthday. (Hint: it's less than one, but I have to have something to gripe about!)

One Week in California

It seems like so much has happened in the 2.5 weeks from my since my last post. I've gone from not ready to move at all to being comfortably settled down here in California. So here is a catch-up of what I've been up to.

I was pretty busy getting everything ready up in Seattle. Carly is going to move down here eventually once she finds a new job, so I left most of my possessions in Seattle and we will move everything down at once. My plan was to bring just what I would need for a few months, mostly whatever clothes I could fit in my Camaro.

Picture I took on my walk this morning

I also got my Jeep back running so it would be ready to move down. I also realized that southern California will be the perfect place for the Jeep and an ideal locale to drive it to the beach and such. I ended up having to take it in to get a new carburetor put on it since the old one was worn out beyond repair. I left it with Tyler along with some other things that don't fit at Carly's place.

On Friday the 11th, I left Seattle and drove down to San Francisco. It was a long drive and it gave me ample time to reflect on leaving Washington and about what to expect once I got to California. In San Francisco I stayed with Jello who said he wanted to join on the drive down to San Diego and do the Pacific Coast Highway. I'm always down for a traveling partner so I let him "saddle up" in the Camaro. The drive down CA-1 was terrific. Everyone says the drive going south is better than the one going north. It was breathtaking. We bedded down for the night in Santa Barbara and then finished the drive the next day.

I had set up a place to stay for a week on AirBnB for when I first got down here. So I moved into a room in a house for a week and the other guy who lived there was super cool. He was able to give me some advice on places to live and some cool local things as I looked for a place.

This past Monday I started my new job. It took until Thursday afternoon to get computer access so the first part of the week was a little slow. I read a lot of documentation. But once I got computer access I was able to start doing stuff. Which was mostly training. But I did get to meet most of the people I will be working with and was able to familiarize myself with the new organization. It definitely helped coming into this job with a background in how the Navy works, especially how Naval facilities work.

My new place is in Sunset Cliffs

Each day after work I tried to check out a new part of the city while looking for a place to live after my AirBnB ran out this weekend. After spending many hours on Craigslist I finally found the perfect place on Wednesday. I was looking for a furnished place that was short term and relatively cheap. This was not easy, since most everything was either not short term, not cheap, or not furnished. But eventually I struck gold. I saw a post for an ideal place, and I jumped on it. I moved in on Saturday.

My new living area

The place I'm in now might be one of my favorite things I've ever done. It's up there with being born, seeing a boob and experiencing the miracle of human flight. I'm in a what I guess would be called a Mother-in-Law apartment, or a secondary suite. It's an apartment behind this beautiful house in Ocean Beach. It has its own separate entrance and has everything I need. Whoever built it, really outdid themselves. It has a small but beautiful kitchen and bathroom, a walk in closet, washer and dryer, and a nice sized living/bedroom area with a wall mounted TV. It also has an outdoor patio with a nice grill for me to use. This place is perfect for me.

The kitchen and bathroom

Best of all though is that it is less than 300 feet to the ocean. I can see the water out of my window and can hear the waves crash at night. It's so choice, and surprisingly within my means. I checked the price and the the house sold last fall for $1.5 million. So I'm basically living in a quarter of this 1.5 million dollar home 300 feet from the beach and I'm only paying $1400 a month. That includes all utilities, internet and cable along with a bi-weekly cleaning service that she pays for. The owner is a super nice lady who is in her 40's or 50's who lives in the main house, and I can see the Koi pond from my front door. It's really the perfect set-up for me and I couldn't be happier.

Outdoor grill yo!

I'm also really digging Ocean Beach. It's kinda an interesting little beach neighborhood. There is a fair amount of run down little cheap beach houses with the typical beachy/druggie population, but there are also some beautiful homes like the one I'm staying in. There are a bunch of bars by the beach and some little restaurants. It's really a cool place.

The ocean is about 20 seconds away

I've been getting settled in these past few days and I've been enjoying the weather by getting out and walking or jogging around the area. Overall I think I'm going to be really happy in California and I'm excited to get everything else down here and have a more permanent home, although I'm not sure I ever want to leave this place that I have.

The Sunset from Sunset Cliffs

New Year, New City, New Job

2014 is upon us.

Just as 1814 saw the Congress of Vienna redraw the landscape of Europe and the colonial world.

Just as 1914 saw a world war break out that changed the identities of nations and framed the struggle for peace in the 20th century.

Just as 2014 will see a period change from me that will forever be linked with the future of world as we know it. (I suppose this is technically true.)

Last year saw complacency break down into chaos as I left everything and spent 40 weeks wandering (part of which time I was in a desert). This year will see a return to the normality of life, but in a new and improved framework. Yes friends, I am moving away from Seattle and relocating to San Diego. I have accepted a job in San Diego with - surprise - The Navy.  I'm getting back on the same horse, but this time in a different organization doing different work. So it's all the thrill of a new job, but without restarting at the bottom of the totem pole.

I was offered the job right before Christmas and accepted it, and I'm moving down there next week. My girlfriend Carly will stay up in Seattle for the time being and eventually come down when she finds a job. But this means that I need to find a place to live again. So I'm back on the craigslist looking for places. I realized this might be my last new roommate for awhile and I've had quite a few roommates in the past.

In my first "Roommates" post I counted I lived with 20 people over the course of college. That number didn't change much post college until this summer when I moved back into a house in Ann Arbor. So I think it is time for a new count of my total number of roommates. Remember I only count people that I lived with for at least 2 or 3 months so summer sublets count. Someone staying at our place while they were between leases for a couple of weeks doesn't count. Live-in girlfriends don't count either unless they really lived there.

Roommate count by year we started living together:

Pre-2005: Laura, Julie, Mom, Dad - 4

2005: Max -1

2006: Jake, Sara, Rachel, Ross, Pete, Aaron, James, Fritz - 8

2007: Sara, Paul, Courtney, Emily, Brett, Al - 6

2008: Brick, Andy, Jay, Max, Paul, Matt, Zola, - 7

2009: N/A

2010: Tyler - 1

2011: N/A

2012: N/A

2013: Kevin, Tyler, Carly - 3

2014: ?

So I'm at a cool 30 different roommates.  Only five of which I've chronicled in "Roommates" posts. Some may not be worthy, but perhaps I should do a few more of those posts. They are awkward and fun. 

But overall I'm excited about the new job and moving to sunny San Diego. It has all happened pretty suddenly, but I think it will be an exciting life change. So California here I come.