Posts Tagged ‘Life’

My First Kiss

Friday, October 5th, 2007

This morning I found this waiting in my inbox,

J. added you as a friend on Facebook. We need you to confirm that you are, in fact, friends with Jennifer.

J. says, “You were the first person I ever kissed….”

First let me lobe my excuse out there by saying I have a Facebook account because of work, we made a Facebook app, and I barely use the thing because, well, honestly I am just not very social. Yes, very contrarian in light of all the Web 2.0 hype.

I sat in stunned silence. She was also the first person I ever kissed, and honestly, the only until I graduated high school. I was in eighth grade and she in seventh. I played hockey with her brother and while she came to many of the games I’m not really sure how we even struck up what was the briefest of romances. My memory recalls it was built on that one kiss and maybe a handful of phone calls and that it burned out nearly as quickly as it started.

If the nature of our relationship escapes me that moment lingers in my memory. At the bottom of a stairwell, the buses idling outside waiting to bring everyone home, we shared a quick kiss. Not a peck, or a brushing of lips, but something that had the first ache of passion intermingled with a confused innocence. A teacher came down the stairs and we broke our embrace hastily and attempted a posture of obvious nonchalance which, in retrospect, was laughable. But that was it.

As an eighth grader I was graced with being socially awkward, overweight, and had decided at the time that long hair looked damn fine on me. Not much has changed except that now I shave my head. But the kiss and the bruised feeling when it ended darkened how I saw love and relationships. The bitter taste, something that should have been rinsed out with adolescent living, lingered and eventually festered into cynicism. It is a failing of mine, obsessive tenacity, and I certainly bear no ill feelings because of the fickleness that guides decisions at that age.

Sitting here, some twenty years later, and it is surprising how sharp those feelings can still be, the warmth of her breath followed by the cold weight of rejection. Even stranger how after all these years a single auto-generated email can have those memories surge forward as if that moment had just passed. I wonder what made her think of that moment.

A Weekend

Monday, August 13th, 2007

Grape Leaf on Sunrise

 

Sentinel

 

The Weeks: Thirty

Doing Time

White Goat

Why I Am Not A Gamer Anymore or How I came to choose Vi over Emacs

Sunday, August 12th, 2007

A couple of weekends ago as Management and I slowly shuffled through a Target we passed by the videogames section only to be brought up short. For months I had been breezing by this section with the hope of spotting a Wii and on this day sat three in the display case. Three available for purchase. We stopped and stared.

“Just buy it!,” exclaimed Management with an edge of irritation in her voice, “For months you have bemoaned the lack of stock, extolled the virtues of its games, and basically acted like a whiny twelve-year old. So just buy the damn thing!”

Shifting from foot to foot I hesitated. I stepped forward only to rock back on my heel. Why did I want this again? When was the last time I actually played the consoles we already own? Making a quick calculation, scrunching my face up at Management I attempt to come up with the last time I fired up a game: fourteen months. Gaming has not happened in any shape or form in over a year. We have a Gamecube gathering dust, an Xbox which has been unplugged since before Gabriella was born, and a GBA which goes everywhere with me yet is never turned on and used.

So I stood there with my wife slowly rocking the baby in the carriage. I thought back on why I jumped into gaming in my late twenties and how it ended so abruptly. It was an escape when I needed it the most and like most escapist pursuits evaporates when the impetus moves on. Gaming kept my sanity during grad school but shortly after finishing I found myself playing less and for shorter periods of time. The first usurper was Linux when I decided to go full-time with Ubuntu 4.10, then it was the house, followed by the dog, the baby, then photography, and work. Life pressed in and squeezed things out leaving only the essentials, the people and things I love the most: family, reading, Linux, and learning.

The cliche is true: life presents choices but at times it forces the choice. My choice of Vi over Emacs is just that, a forced choice. Having been a longtime Nano user–its learning curve is like steep downward slope–I was never motivated to learn anything else as I could always pull it into something like Gedit or Bluefish to do something crazy like search and replace. My new job eschews a windowed environment and I found Nano’s quaint limitations to be powerful frustrations. My decision of Vi over Emacs was simple: crontab -e launches Vi. The decision was handed to me.

Like passing over Emacs not gaming doesn’t leave me wondering what I am missing. Standing in Gamestop with my brother-in-law yesterday while he bought a copy of Gears of War I pursued the collection of DS games. There were many that seemed fascinating and certianly looked fun but I found myself questioning when I would play them and how the cost of a DS and a handful of games would put a dent in my lens budget I walked back to wait in line with him.

When we got back to his house he hustled to the livingroom to play the game while I sat outside on his deck in the cooling evening. With my daughter on my knee I talked with my in-laws and the kid who lives next door about first jobs, first loves, and simple pleasures. My wife leaned over and asked I would rather go inside and play a few levels. No, I replied, I’m happy right here and now.

From Friday To Monday

Monday, June 11th, 2007

High Speed Strip Mall

All Smiles

THANK YOU

Monday Morning Stare-Off

This is where I discuss how I am furthering my education by informal means.

Thursday, December 21st, 2006

Before the Internet the local reference librarian is where I would often turn for help but somethings are too awkward to ask.

Could you help me locate some information on the External Os?

External?

Os.

Ox?

Os, Oscar-Sam, Os.

Hmmm. Sam, Oscar. Have you tried Biographies?

Possibly, I should have taken more science classes in my youth rather than loading up on Art and Music while backfilling my schedule with Comparative Literature. However, I am getting a crash course in female reproductive anatomy that goes beyond the highlights offered in the pages of Stuff and Maxim. In this case I learned that they cervix is not really an opening but rather a tube with two separate openings referred to as the Internal and External Os. News to me.

Moving right along to the section filed under TMI; Management is progressing along with contractions becoming more regular and frequent The external is at 2 cm but the doctor could not gauge the internal because, as another doctor earlier in the pregnancy so eloquently put it, “Your cervix is like the Holland Tunnel. No matter how much you might wish otherwise it is still a long way to the other end.” Now that I know how the cervix is constructed that comment makes much more sense.

Anyways, long story short: we continue to wait.