Cleaned out my MySpace friends list, and am already getting grief for it. Ha!
If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. Usually it’s the same ol’ whine of, “Why am I ranked #5 instead of #3 on your ‘Top Friends’?”. Lately it’s the call of, “Put me back on your friends list!”.
First off, I think MySpace is a huge waste of time; I only maintain a presence on there because I have a few friends who don’t communicate any other way. Overall it pretty much sucks; it feels like the pinnacle of phony-ness (thanks, Holden).
I’ll manage, change, and re-order my “friends” list any damn way I please, according to whatever weird reason (or lack thereof) strikes me at the time.
Furthermore, I think it’s just plain ridiculous that there’s people I know, locally here on this tiny island, who I haven’t heard talked to or seen in months, who suddenly crawl out of the woodwork to bitch at me for deleting them. Want to be my friend that bad? Call me up! Write me a real email! Move your ass around the corner and down the road to my place. And get over it already! Life is too short for this grade-9 cliqueishness and drama.
October 30, 2006
my top friends
October 16, 2006
havin’ de chitis
I am sick. This really bums me out. A whole wasted weekend. When I felt it coming on Friday, at least I had the energy to go to town and take care of some paperwork. Managed to get into town again on Saturday shop, but then yesterday it was all I could do drag my ass across the road for a loaf of bread and some OJ.
Like I said to Slacks on the phone, if I have to miss some work for whatever reason, it doesn’t bother me, but when I miss out on productive days working on my own boat, it’s a real downer.
Now it’s Monday morning, and I’m too wheezy to sleep, not energetic enough to work, and thus stuck at an energy level useful only for reading wikis and watching crappy cable. Ug.
September 8, 2006
Bias
On my boat, i’ve taken to listening to the local NPR station quite alot. Now, over these last few weeks, i’ve been house-sitting a place on a weird little hollow of hillside with no radio reception. Furthermore, the utterly basic cable here consists of two New York broadcast tv stations.
Now, my personal politics lean towards the liberal. Still, i like my media as un-biased as i can get it. So many months of listening to NPR programming had left me feeling that it had a definate, if not substantial, left-wing bias.
But just a few viewings of “mainstream” American broadcast journalism has gotten me right back to loving NPR! When the broadcast news isn’t allowing itself to be an outright puppet of the right wing, it simply isn’t covering any issues of actual importance.
Of course, i really like the good ol’ CBC, excepting that in the last few years since i’ve been able to live and listen in Canada, it seems that the guts have really been knocked out Canadian radio.
The next best i’ve found is the BBC World Service, on cable… Which i don’t have on the boat! My cheap MW receiver can’t manage to pick up much either.
Say i manage to get a decent radio and decent antenna… Is there really any media out there worth the bother?
June 1, 2006
breaking even
Every once in awhile this certain thought pops into my head, summoned into existance by some otherwise unrelated chance encounter with people, places, or other thoughts themselves. In short, life is good; with each passing day, i am able to say anew, “This is the single-longest stretch of time since moving out of my parent’s home when i have not had to worry”. My accomodations aren’t luxurious, but i DO live on my own boat, rent-free. i’m not possessed of many close friends here, but i DO have the respect and support of a great local community of aquaintances, neighbors, and like-minded boat-folk. i’m not rich, but i DO always seem to have a few spare hundred in my pocket. i wouldn’t call my life luxurious, but if i want to go out for a meal, i go out (probably far too often); if i want to buy a new toy, i do; if i want to take a couple days off work to go sailing, i can.
When did this start? i trace it back and back and… oh yeah, things started getting better when Kim dumped me. Now, i’m not saying that there’s a connection there, just a matter of timing, i guess. Single life has been pretty good to me, at any rate. The only lady that demands my money and attention is Centaurea, and she’s pretty easy to satisfy; i mean, anything better than being abandoned here in the boatyard for another lifetime or two is a good thing for such a soulful boat.
i have my moody moments, but generally-speaking, i’d be hard-pressed to describe a bad day experienced since i moved here. The islands aren’t where i want to spend the rest of my life (or even another year, really), but it’s been a good run so far. i think i’m breaking even… balancing the scales. Making up for the shitty days.
“They say” that living well is the best revenge… well, yeah, maybe… i think that living well, really well, is what happens when you stop caring about revenge; when living well is just that, not “living better than”. Of course, it’s easy to feel morally positive when the basic needs are met; food, shelter, clothing, a boat, a dream…
For so long i wanted to take someone else on this ride. Now that i’m able to (financially and logistically), i find that i no longer really want to. But maybe that’s just breaking even again… the scale tips the other way, seasons revolve, and new adventures (surely, less lucrative ones, at that) beckon.
