Archive for the 'Stream of Consciousness' Category

So I Suck, and Here are the Top Ten Reasons Why

(Because “Top Ten” of anything is supposed to be the magic bullet for exciting headlines.)

I haven’t been blogging.

My gym caught fire.

I called in sick Friday. I felt horrid. The worst part about calling in sick on Friday is that no one believes you’re not just hung over. But I wasn’t.

I still haven’t taken the new (used) car to the shop. It has a few minor things left to be fixed that drive me mad, but it’s completely drivable, so I’ve been putting it off.

Boys are kind of predictable right now. In college, all I wanted was a boyfriend. In the real world, all I want is someone who can hold my interest.

My job is okay. My boss wants me to have input into the hiring process and the business strategy. It’s scary.

I’m the youngest employee. I have to manage work done by people much older than me, and sometimes I have to say things they don’t want to hear.

I try to compensate by keeping gum at my desk. There’s a Post-It that says, “Free Gum :).”

See the smiley face? I’m a friendly guy. Please don’t get mad at me.

This wasn’t a real blog entry.

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Rechanneling My Anxiety


It’s been a pretty stressful week at work.

A few weeks ago I finally was handed the reins to a pretty complicated project, but it’s not been going well. I didn’t manage client expectations as well as I should (read: saying, “No!”). There were also unforeseen glitches in the coding process that caused multiple deadlines to be pushed back.

After delivering some bad news over the phone to the client today (”No, you cannot use data from a year ago if it was not ever collected in the first place”), I told her I’d check with the technical team to try to find a solution and get back to her first thing tomorrow morning.

Two minutes later, I heard the phone ring in my boss’s office. Unhappy with the answer I had given her, she decided to go over my head, of course. Unfortunately for the client, I had given her the correct answer.

Even so, I felt stressed about the whole situation. I had hoped to exceed everyone’s expectations on this project. I envisioned happy clients, happy users, and a cheerful developer or two. Instead, I’ve got an anxious client, cranky developers, and who knows what the users are going to think.

I left the office a little after 6pm, feeling very stressed and moody. All I wanted was to crank up the AC, curl up under a blanket, and devastate a 9,000ish calorie Chipotle burrito with side of chips and guacamole.

But during the middle of my commute—blasting Rihanna’s Disturbia with the top down, because I do not care what the other suburban yuppies think of my taste in music—I had a moment of enlightenment.

I needed to rechannel my pent-up frustration. Eating that tortilla-wrapped flavor-explosion-chode would make me feel guilty. Stress eating burritos solves nothing. It only perpetuates the cycle of negativity.

So instead, I changed course. I went to the gym, where I eye-fucked a thirty-something personal trainer and an extremely tan twentysomething who might have been gay or European. Afterward, I hopped over to Whole Foods to buy $30 worth of fresh organic cherries because they’re delicious and in-season and healthy and seize-the-day yada yada yada… By the time I got home, I felt 100% better.

When I started writing this post, I think I meant to come to some conclusion about how you can turn around your anxious energy to make it work for you instead of against you.

But instead I think that maybe the lesson here is that when you’re in a bad mood, you’ll feel better if you do something slutty and expensive.

[Ed's note: Alternative title for this blog post was 'Putting the Ho in Whole Foods.']

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One Year Ago Today

One year ago today I had no idea I’d be living in Northern Virginia. (But then again, I had no idea where I’d be. Maybe California? Or Wisconsin? Or North Carolina?)

One year ago today I wouldn’t have dreamed that I would quit my first job out of college after less than a year. (Let alone find a better one doing something I like.)

One year ago today I was single. (I still am.)

One year ago today I thought I was going to find a job in science. Or consulting. Or go to grad school. For more science. Or maybe business. Or computers.

One year ago today I didn’t know how much I could learn in a year without being motivated by a GPA. (Turns out, a lot more.)

One year ago today I couldn’t imagine being out to my mom. (A few weeks ago, for the first time, I told her about a date that went really badly. And she consoled me.)

One year ago today I said goodbye to close friends I knew I’d never see again. (Because that’s how These Things go.)

One year ago today I graduated college.

One year ago today I was scared.

Today I am confident. (Imperfect, but confident.)

In the course of a year, I have become a new person.

How have you changed in a year?

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On Bad Haircuts

Hairdressers must measure inches the same way as men on internet hookup sites.

That’s the only way to explain how “half an inch all over” could leave me nearly bald.

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On Living in a Wealthy D.C. Suburb

During the 7 mile, 30 minute commute from the new job this evening (which is considered quite good for the area, by the way) , I was stuck behind a late model BMW 3-series. The license plate read “YUPPIES.”

Then I smiled to no one in particular and cranked up the NPR. Things are going to work out just fine.

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Little Things Make Me Giddy

Nina at Queercents recently interviewed gay couple Sam Page and Bronson Page for her “Ten Money Questions” series. I have such a couple-crush on them.

Bronson’s blog has an entry in which he compares the prices of lubricants and even suggests a thrifty alternative. Totally my kind of guy.

On Sam’s blog, there are many hot pictures of… let’s just call it “inspiration for the gym.” And on Sam’s “About Me” page, he’s wearing a Lacoste polo, which when coupled with a pair of leather flip flops is just about my favorite look on a guy.

AND he indirectly replied to a comment I left calling him a hot ex-pornstar, which was more exciting than that time I saw Richard Gere and Julia Roberts in person, but less exciting than that time Gina Davis and her posse were blocking my car in the parking lot my sophomore year of college.

I can only hope one day I’ll get to be half of a couple-crush.

Nina, where do you find these people? You’ve got more connections than a box of Legos.

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On Not Following Sports

Being gay on Superbowl Sunday is like being Jewish on Christmas.

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On Outlet Shopping and Finding True Love

I think it might be easier to get hit on at either the Calvin Klein or Kenneth Cole outlets than in a gay bar.

Maybe I need to rethink my game plan.

They don’t work on commission, do they?

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The Joys of GPS

Garmin StreetPilot c550 Last weekend, my mother came up for a visit. But instead of our usual Black Friday mania, she announced that she wanted to buy me one of my holiday presents early since it was on sale for a limited time at one of the local big-box electronics retailers.

I was thrilled when she took me to the GPS navigation aisle. Although I have been living in NoVA (that’s Northern Virginia to you outsiders) for a few months now, I have barely visited the neighboring McMansion towns, let alone taken a trip into D.C.

You see, I’ve got a terrible sense of direction. Absolutely horrid. After all these months, I only know one way to get to work, and that’s courtesy Google Maps. (Although I did manage to find the local ‘premium’ outlet mall within a few weeks of moving, which I attribute to some sort of gay genetic survival instinct.)

It’s only been one week, but I’m in love with my GPS. Specifically, it’s a Garmin StreetPilot c550, and it’s got a lot of nifty features that I could really care less about, like MP3 playback and optional traffic reporting.

What I love is that this baby knows how to get me ANYWHERE. For many businesses, I don’t even need to know the street address, just the name of the business. Or if I’m feeling peckish, I can just hit the “Restaurants” button, and instantly I’m presented with a listing of nearby eateries. In just one short week, I’ve become ten times more geographically adventurous! (The only thing my GPS lacks is gaydar— it’d be nice if it could present me with a list of local single boys, but I’m sure that’s in the works for 2008.)

So why didn’t I buy a GPS before this? I’m ashamed to say that I was almost completely ignorant of GPS technology. I knew, for instance, that you could get instant directions to addresses, but I had no idea that these devices came pre-programmed with millions of local attractions and “points of interest.” Also, I was convinced that there was some sort of monthly or set-up free. But nope, it works straight out of the box.

Gentle readers, if you’re behind the times like me, I cannot recommend this device enough. It’s a minor life-changer.

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iMorbid

Dead iPod NanoMaybe you’ve seen this floating around the internetz: The iPod Death Clock.

This nifty little widget can predict how much longer you can reasonably expect your iPod’s battery to last, based on age and frequency of use.

The death clock says my 1st generation iPod Nano’s battery is probably at around 40% of its original capacity, and that sounds about right. But I think I’d rather just get a new iPod altogether rather than bother replacing the battery. After all, 2 gigabytes ain’t what they used to be.

The problem is, I think that the new 3rd gen iPod Nano (pictured) is ugly, and the full-size iPod is way more mp3 mojo than I need. Dilemma!

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