So this is what it feels like to be 30.
I feel darn great. :)
I found an iPhone sitting in the gutter as I was parking the scooter across the street to take these photos. It's a really unsettling feeling when you are holding something that isn't yours, which someone is most definitely looking for. I tried to go through the address book and search for "Home", but figured my best bet was to contact the guy who mis-called it a few minutes before I found it. Apparently his wife dropped the phone and was getting very worried. They're lucky the phone wasn't ran over by a truck or fell into the depths of the LA sewer system. He's passing by in a few hours, and I can't wait to give this back to where it belongs.
I've been thinking a lot about why I haven't been writing as much lately. Let's see if I can try to change that. It's harder to keep an open mind and trying to hash out coherent thoughts that are worthy of posting, and I always feel like I need to put myself up to higher standards. That, and a lot of same old, put a damper on things. But on rare occasions, I actually feel like writing down what's been happening.
It was a very interesting day today. I started by replacing a leaky distributor housing o-ring of the Shitzuki, which was causing it to tinkle oil whenever it sat asleep. As expected with automotive matters and the fact that my mechanical knowledge pretty much just consists of being able to use a socket wrench, the projected time it took to complete the task at hand was tripled, but thankfully successful. So far. The o-ring was hard and flattened, and shattered once I took it out of the bugger. I just need to clean the oil spill after surgery, then I can see if it cures the drip.
Later in the afternoon Nickel and I decided to don my "Paul and Kat" hat, and hiked out to the Renegade Craft Fair to say hello to our crafter friends (and help Jon sell t-shirts). Thanks to Carmageddon, we tore through the 101 in 2 seconds. Apart from the usual awesome that accompanies attending these craft fairs, Jon pointed out something that I haven't thought much about, but quickly realized as a profound truth. We were exchanging stories about how our dogs came into our lives, and he mentioned that he believes you simply cannot 'choose' your dog, but they should somehow come into your life fortuitously on their own, however it happens. I could not agree more!
I type a lot when it's 4am.
I spent the rest of the night trying to take pictures of Carmaggedon, and met two random people on the bridge. One was a guy who makes videos on Youtube and took pictures of themselves planking on the median of the 405, and the other was a hobby photographer who traded some excellent photo tips.
I'm getting tired.
As it has come to be expected from this corner of the intarwebz, pictures soon to follow. :)
I really find my sweet spot of productivity in the wee hours of the morning. There's an energy that I seem to feed on when the world is asleep, and it's a lot easier to concentrate on the things you need to get done without the distractions of the day.
The only price to pay, is trying to wake up the next day. Ugh.