State of me for June 2010.
I feel like I JUST got home and it's already time to log into WoW for the raid. Bah.
Something has to give. I've got art I need to get done. Images in my head need to get out so I can get one with a new one.
In other news, I checked out the local Quakers. They're pretty awesome. Super nice people.
This weekend, I'm driving up to Asheville to spend a day with my parents and sister. I'm looking forward to seeing them all.
Work is stressful but bearable. I'm still not doing what I love, which is pretty much all my fault for not getting my shit together and just making it happen.
I've become addicted to Starbucks cafe mochas.
I don't sleep enough.
Nashville's pretty awesome. People here are just nicer. Or maybe I'm just glad I'm not in Greensboro, anymore. But you'd think that newness would wear off. Instead, I find myself daily reminded of how much more I like it here.
Yesterday a technician tried to charge me $150 for an hour's work for a part I didn't need, and I whipped out my knowledge and slapped him around with it and made him pop in the $3.50 part for free, which took all of 15 minutes. I gladly paid for the part. My smugness for the rest of the day could only be outstripped by my anger that it happened in the first place.
I've been trying to work out every day, but not beating myself up over it if I don't. I find this is much more productive than in the past where I would try to not work out every day, and usually succeeded.
Reading Buddhist scriptures, writings of Bahá'u'lláh and poetry by Whitman have made me really take notice of clouds, but makes me scratch my head that people don't consider the beauty of an urban setting to be just as much God. It's easier for me to pray, these days, but to What, I'm still not sure of Its nature, and for the moment that's ok with me.
Something has to give. I've got art I need to get done. Images in my head need to get out so I can get one with a new one.
In other news, I checked out the local Quakers. They're pretty awesome. Super nice people.
This weekend, I'm driving up to Asheville to spend a day with my parents and sister. I'm looking forward to seeing them all.
Work is stressful but bearable. I'm still not doing what I love, which is pretty much all my fault for not getting my shit together and just making it happen.
I've become addicted to Starbucks cafe mochas.
I don't sleep enough.
Nashville's pretty awesome. People here are just nicer. Or maybe I'm just glad I'm not in Greensboro, anymore. But you'd think that newness would wear off. Instead, I find myself daily reminded of how much more I like it here.
Yesterday a technician tried to charge me $150 for an hour's work for a part I didn't need, and I whipped out my knowledge and slapped him around with it and made him pop in the $3.50 part for free, which took all of 15 minutes. I gladly paid for the part. My smugness for the rest of the day could only be outstripped by my anger that it happened in the first place.
I've been trying to work out every day, but not beating myself up over it if I don't. I find this is much more productive than in the past where I would try to not work out every day, and usually succeeded.
Reading Buddhist scriptures, writings of Bahá'u'lláh and poetry by Whitman have made me really take notice of clouds, but makes me scratch my head that people don't consider the beauty of an urban setting to be just as much God. It's easier for me to pray, these days, but to What, I'm still not sure of Its nature, and for the moment that's ok with me.