from my state – literally and figuratively – and other places. i'm not in florida any more, but i haven't given up the sunshine.


gas rage? are they serious?

apparently a lot of drivers are making gas station attendants the focal point of their anger over high gas prices. people are filling up and not paying, and yelling at the cashiers. talk about misdirected. but i guess it’s easier to yell at the guy behind the counter than it is to, i don’t know say -- buy a more efficient car. ride a bike. ask the president and our congressional representatives to stop throwing around phrases like ‘addicted to oil’ and start putting real money into alternative energy development.


the quiet

once again, sunshine has been dreadfully neglected over the past week or so. the real world has been a real attention fiend: last week i was in dallas for a business trip. during that time i accepted an offer for a new job and resigned my current position. this weekend my best friend and her partner had a beautiful commitment ceremony. in the next three weeks i’ll be moving to a different state. and through all of it, i've been without a camera.

hopefully, i’ll find a battery charger and some interesting things to write about during all of the transition.

how are you?


say it out loud: b-l-o-g

so i started this post in the comments at an accident of hope, but now it’s got me thinking…

trista says “… I say the word "Blog" aloud, and I do, all the time around me it's "blog, blog, blog",”

i am entirely the opposite.

unless i’m having a philosophical, work-related discussion about the impact of the blogosphere (eesh, that word is even worse) on the media and on the practice of public relations (holy dorkishess), for some reason i'm completely overcome by this teenage-type embarassment every time the word ‘blog’ escapes my vocal chords. i have awkwardly gone out of my way to avoid saying ‘blog’. or, prayed that the heat i feel rising to my cheeks when i utter ‘blog’ isn’t visible to those around me. sometimes, in the midst of a conversation, my friends will look at me and say: oh, that’s going to be a blog. and i am awash with shyness. i love amy and ramer’s “i’m blogging this” shirts (because well shouldn't people be warned?). but i’d sooner wear a ‘w for president shirt’. well, okay, truly there’s no way in hell i’d be that embarrassed about ‘blog’, but you get the point.

i have a friend who looks at sunshine somewhat regularly. but he never ever posts comments. instead, he occasionally pulls up the blog while we’re on the phone, so he can comment as we’re talking. i whenever it happens i have this unexplained, negative, visceral response.

do you say ‘blog’ a lot in non-virtual conversation? do you talk about your blog when you’re offline? is it abnormal that i think there is - and should be - this clear separation between bloggersation and conversation?

that was a bit of a rant, wasn’t it… and i didn’t even touching on the verbing of “myspace” (as in, hey, myspace me sometime and we’ll get together.)


one night love affair

more than a few of my friends and acquaintances have commented that they have had or have a longish-term relationship that they initially thought would only be a one night stand. i have to say the same is true for myself. over at unwellness, bri mentions that her partner thought the same.

*most* of the people i know who’ve said something like this are lesbians… hence the uhaul joke, i suppose.

despite the fact that i’ve never had a one night stand, i think when i made this assumption it was based mostly on what was going on in my life at the time and the geographical location of the person involved. a relationship didn’t seem entirely logical. but, alas, that’s precisely what it became. there was a connection that was simply unavoidable.

as i’m inclined to think that a pattern is something more than coincidence, i’m curious: anyone have an experience you'd be willing to share? a one night stand and/or relationship that was expected to be just a fun-filled evening? is the assumption of a one nighter a self-preservation mechanism? after all, rejection is a lot easier to take when that’s all there is at stake. or is it something else…


big brother built a better wall

working in a corporate environment always comes with the knowledge that one day, one's connection to the interactive, friendly corners of the internet could be cut off during work hours. it happened to me last week.

flickr access:: denied
blogger access:: hindered
myspace:: always has been blocked, a blessing really
so far there is still yahoo email. i have a hopeful suspicion that this is temporary -- the result of some spam blocker gone awry. but, who knows what else has been usurped from my work day mental breaks.

the thing is... i know there are people who would say i shouldn't be playing on flickr and reading/writing blog posts on work time, anyway. but i just can't help but blame the jerks who spend work time and work assets to do things like download porn.



toe cramps, sport drinks and miles of florida flatland

the florida ms150 bike tour starts off in kendall (basically the super south side of miami) and winds through farmland in homestead and florida city until the tip of the peninsula, where the bike route moves onto us1 and card sound road, ending at john pennecamp state park. it’s about 65 miles of flat, rather monotonous land that’s pretty in its own way – until the sun heats it to a scorching degree. at the south tip of the florida peninsula, the scenery changes a bit with mangroves on either side of a still shadeless road.

2000 riders struck out starting just after 7:30am saturday. around 31 miles it seems that many of us hit tired and frustrated. but we pressed on and got our second and third winds thanks to multiple rest stops serving cold drinks along the way. it was noon when the first of our group reached the lunch spot (at 50 miles, i think). ridiculously salty pasta has never tasted so good.

crossing the finish line at pennecamp was exhilarating… and it didn’t hurt to have a welcoming committee armed with a cooler of cold beer.

what a great way to raise money for a worthy cause. lots of pics on this one.


because you're the best ...

a little too consumed with work and (like kendra) gearing up for the big ride tomorrow to write anything intelligible, but ... i can't explain how excited i am that i made my fundraising goal.

thanks to mom & dad, my two brothers (and their families), snake, tony, cocoa, and kristy...

if i could give you all a gigantic hug and kiss right now i would! thank you. thank you. thank you!

i'll be thinking about all of you tomorrow... particularly around 40 miles in when my lungs feel like they're going to collapse and my legs feel like mush.

(and for those who don't already know, that's amy's lovely design)


patience and virtue

in my teen years, i’d tease my father that i was going to name my first-born child patience, as a constant reminder to him that patience is a virtue. perhaps not surprising, in his retirement years he’s developed greater time-related serenity. should i ever have a child, i suppose this will be to her/his benefit – a name like that would just be pure torture.

i, on the other hand, now often wonder if patience isn’t only useful when one is waiting for water to boil. maybe it’s less virtuous and more a useless way of prolonging well-deserved action or even simple satisfaction. waiting …

::my boss left the company months ago. since that time i’ve been patiently doing his job – and mine – (and awaiting a decision on possible promotion) without the authority/compensation to match the responsibility/pressure.

::at the end of the day, when there is but a single ounce of energy to give, it rarely goes to the perfectly diligent. rather, the final tasks tend to be the ones that will get the annoying guy to stop calling ten times a day. the annoying guy gets his stuff done, because waiting patiently for someone to return an email/call only causes one to miss a deadline.

what’s your take? and does the same apply on a personal level?


they might be old school geeks

talk about a throwback. they might be giants played in ft. lauderdale last night. the venue is one that has been in town for years. as i stood on the mezzanine level watching the guys play, i was utterly nostalgic.

eleven or so years back, when the place was the edge – or was it the chili pepper then – i was there with the girl who would become my first girlfriend. i think we were seeing toad the wet sprocket. apparently we hadn’t fully had the revelation at that point, because as we downed a six pack of zima (don’t laugh, you know you drank them at least once with jolly ranchers) we made a bet about who would be able to kiss a random boy first. ridiculous, right? but for some reason fun at the time. i’ll blame it on alcohol-influenced youth.

the show also made me think of close friends who i do not see often enough and who were were with me in tallahassee the first time i saw tmbg live.

i love live music – particularly when the crowd is large – because i don’t know of anything else that makes so many strangers so happy at the same time and in each other’s presence. the crowd at tmbg was one of the best i’ve ever been in. everyone was smiling and happy … it’s otherwise unheard of, really: lots of strangers smiling. in general and at each other. and i don’t mean happy in that pumping fist in the air ‘yeah man that band f*ing rocked’ sort of way. it was more of a shared knowing smile that said, ‘wow, these guys are crazy witty, and damn good musicians.’

i bet they were the biggest geeks in high school.


a silver lining?

with even a glimpse of this weekend’s news, it seems protests abound -

: hundreds of thousands gathered in nyc to voice opposition to the war in iraq. tom engelhardt’s mother jones commentary provides a good report on the motley group who attended this demonstration – from grandmothers to radical cheerleaders
: throngs gathered on the mall in dc calling for action to end the genocide in darfur
:immigrants are called to boycott the economic machine to show their force in our country and promote legalization

thinking back on demonstrations i attended in the past, i have mixed emotions. on one hand there, is great pride that comes with being part of a gathering calling for positive action and a hope from someone powerful – even if that means a greater number of americans – to take notice and take action. on the other hand, (please excuse the blasphemy) low media exposure and a common sea of faces sometimes made the gatherings feel more like well-intentioned (but essentially useless) street parties.

but even as an armchair cheerleader for the current wave of demonstrations, i’m confronted with a new hope that people are actually starting to take notice of growing injustices. these protests are receiving better media exposure and seem to be getting notice – and some participation – from politicians.

is it too much to hope for that, despite the destruction caused by the current administration, there may be a silver lining in the form of greater public interest and action?