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chiascuro

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brain baker

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june 23, 2001

cinema verite

I was driving the whole family to Alpenrose Dairy where Jack would play in his final baseball game of the season. The directions I received had were faulty and we were clearly off target. I turned around towards a gas station but the Domino's Pizza sign caught my eye and I knew my problem was solved. I drove for Domino's in the Summer of 1984 where I worked like a dog and learned how to navigate the east side of Portland like a pro. The guys gave great directions -- we made it to Alpenrose in minutes. Need directions? Skip the gas station and look for the blue and red sign.

Alpenrose is an old Portland dairy that uses a bunch of their property as a community campus. This is what it looks like from the sky. I took a short break form the game to checkout the Velodrome. I saw the last several heats of a sprint cycling competition, which were very exciting and made me feel like giving it a try. In one heat, a muscular chiseled fellow decked out in impressive racing togs faced a long, lean guy in very basic gear, orange wrap-around shades and a hockey helmet. Hockey Helmet wisely made his move half way through the 2nd lap which meant a long 1.5 lap sprint to the end. He got out 4 lengths ahead but Racing Togs was closing ground with a surging attack. But Hockey Helmet held on to win by a quarter tire! +9:55 PM

 

june 22, 2001

I'm taking an excellent 2 week class at a local career counseling firm called CareerMakers. There are 3 elements: 1) creating a portrait of your interests/passions, traits, and needs to give you direction for where to go, 2) a method of researching your interests based on talking with people who have done work in that area, and then 3) applying your skill stories to show those hiring that you're the right person for the job.

They work you hard, but it's been one of the most valuable classes I've ever taken. Their web site really doesn't do their company justice (the navigation needs a lot of work) but here's a link to an article on the CareerMaker site that gives you a feel for their philosophy. +10:11 PM

 

june 16, 2001

Being out of work reminds me of the main thing I didn't like about college: there is no guilt-free rest. In school, there would always be readings, assignments, papers to be completed (or started) or a mega-test to prepare for. And the subtext was always -- what comes next after school? At work, you might have a project going but most of the time you'd be able to come back to it the next day since you'd been working on it all day long.

Out of work? Resume finished? Which version? What job do you really want this time? How much do you know about these jobs? What's the market like? Who haven't I called that I should be calling? Is that cover letter really as good as it can be? Are you wearing the right thing for the interview? Making yourself useful at home to show that you're doing real work in addition to looking for a new job?

See? +6:00 PM

 

june 14, 2001

Professionalism should never be confused with fashion, formalism or rigidity. +9:37 PM

 

june 13, 2001

I don't believe in the death penalty. My interest is in justice. Some thoughtful, conscientious people who oppose the death penalty are raising the issue in general, in response to this week's execution. I do have concerns that capital punishment not be used except where the best evidence and due process have been followed and in only the most aggravated and heinous crimes. The execution this week easily fit those criteria.

On the other side of the issue, Rob Rummel-Hudson has some worthwhile things to say about the terrorist and his execution. +1:06 PM

 

june 11, 2001

McVeigh was a monster. And by monster I mean someone who has become less than human.

"It was necessary" he said of killing 168 innocents, maiming countless more and planting seeds of terror in every citizen of this country. And then he attempts to wrap himself in nobility using the poem Invictus, a stunt that would no doubt cause the author to gag. I have nothing but utter contempt for him.

Nor do I have any tolerance for a discussion about wrongs committed by the federal government uttered in the same breath with McVeigh. There is no foundation for meaningful political dialogue in this context whatsoever. We have many flaws in the U.S., but one of our greatest strengths has been to maintain a national dialogue where decisions play out at the ballot box. The preamble of the Constitution starts "we the people" for a reason. If you just hate the federal government, do something constructive about it. But make no mistake about it -- when you hurl a bomb at the government, you are aiming at every one of us.

There is no law against being a monster. But there is a law for killing 168 innocents. The punishment is death. It is just.

The death penalty is not a deterrent. The death penalty does not bring closure. There is no sense of relief. There is no joy taken in it. There is no vengeance. It is the penalty for a crime. I now choose to turn my thoughts to the worthy: the victims and their families. +3:04 PM

 

june 7, 2001

"Shiva is continually performing his dance with us. The dance of creation, preservation, destruction, revelation, and concealment is done in our hearts and therein lies a deep understanding of our universe." -Shiva Dances

Right on. +9:46 PM

 

june 6, 2001

I just got laid off from the company I've been working for since November 1986. I'm feeling a wide range of emotions now, but somehow hope and curiosity are managing to infuse the sadness. I'm going to do some errands this afternoon to keep myself occupied because I realize I'm still in a bit of shock. +1:07 PM

 

june 3, 2001

The only major league baseball game I ever went to was in 1978 at the Kingdome with my best friend, Rob Olson, and our dads. Gaylord Perry was pitching for the Mariners and he struck out Reggie Jackson for the winning out against the NY Yankees.

Rob just sent me a solid link yesterday to an entertaining site called Two-Headed Tales. It's got a faux Ripley's Believe-It-or-Not thing going for it. [6/7/01 - the link should be fixed now. Sorry.] +8:24 PM

 

"I was surprised to be the DH [designated hitter], but I would have been a lot more surprised if they wanted me to pitch." -'rookie' outfielder Ichiro Suzuki and baseball phenom

I am not a huge baseball fan but Regular Readers know about my passion for the epic Ken Burns 'Baseball' and, of course, all things Japanese. The Seattle Mariners are off to the third best start in baseball history in no small part due to two amazing imports from the Land of the Rising Sun, Ichiro and pitcher Kazuhiro Sazaki (leading the league in saves, with 23 of 26). You gotta love a guy with Ichiro's dedication and sense of humor. +8:04 PM

 

june 2, 2001

I was out like a light on David's bed having just read him his bedtime story, until he accidentally bonked me on the noggin taking off his pajama top. I am exhausted. I should be feeling fine and ready to take Jenga, my 12th level Diablo II sorceress, to Tristram to rescue Cain, but instead I'll do the unthinkable and get ready for bed. +10:03 PM

 

 

 

 

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