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Signs of Aging

One of the signs of aging (aside from my expanding mid-region, my balding head, and my greying beard) is my decreasing ability to make decisions.

I can see now why many people (myself included) believe that elderly should have their driving skills re-testing as they age. I mean, I notice now how my response time to things is not what it was when I was in my teens and twenties. Hell, I’m even finding non-urgent responses problematic.

Case in point: Randy pointed out, quite accurately, that I’d ceased taking classes when we met. Prior to meeting, I took 1 or 2 courses every semester for five or six years. The semester we met (September 2006) I was taking one course at graduate level. Within a week of meeting him I decreased my status to auditing, by the third week of class I ceased attending altogether.

I’m not blaming him. Not at all. But I guess after graduating in the spring of 2006 there didn’t seem much point. Besides, we do so much traveling it conflicts with the course work (and given the option of seeing the world and gaining real life experiences versus sitting in an overly-heated class room while there is perfectly good internet porn to be surfing at home, I’d opt for the travel and porn).

Anyway, as my home-life has settled down a bit (we’ve moved, we’ve done the “renovations”, we’ve only got one trip coming up this semester), Randy suggests I go back to school. Actually, he says I should go back to school towards another degree. I’m still not sure I’m up for another 12 courses plus thesis as I’m fast approaching 39 years of age (did I mention the balding and greying?). But perhaps I could test the waters this semester with a “fun” course to see if I still have it in me.

And this is where I realize I’m getting old. I’ve determined that I’m willing to give academia another shot. But now I can’t make the decision ‘how.’ I mean, I’ve picked the class (an urban planning course at Harvard). I just can’t decide whether to take it at graduate level (in case I decide to work towards a degree someday), undergraduate level (just so I can have a grade), or simply audit the class (this way, there is no bad grade on my transcript if I’m unable to focus).

It shouldn’t be that tough. But I can’t decide. If I was in a car going 65mph and a deer ran in front of me, I’m starting to question whether I’d be able to decide what to do (hit it? swerve left? swerve right? Hit the breaks?) I’d probably be in hospital a month later before the “Eureka!” moment hits me and I decide what my best option is (or, in that case, would have been).

A little too late.

To Asia and Back…In 24 Hours

While the weekend started out like 95% of our weekends (game night with friends on Friday), the rest of the weekend was very unusual for us.

We actually went on a date.

I’ve blogged about this before, but it truly is rare that Randy and I actually go out for an evening. We typically stay in and/or have friends over (or are traveling). So after we went to the gym on Saturday, we decided to stick around the Porter Exchange in Cambridge and eat in one of the Japanese food stalls (for those unfamiliar with this area, this building has a bunch of tiny Asian restaurants in the space you’d normally find one chain restaurant…very similar to what I encountered in Kyoto a few years ago).

Randy had bimim bap (which is actually Korean) and I had lemon chicken katsu. Mine was quite tasty…with enormous portions (said chicken, brown rice, miso soup, steamed veggies, dumplings, and salad.

After dinner, we headed to Kendall Square to see “Up in the Air.” We both really enjoyed it, and it was impossible to watch a movie like that and not make comparisons to Randy. While George Clooney’s character had a lofty goal of reaching 10,000,000 frequent flyer miles on American Airlines, Randy is only shooting for 2,000,000 (which he will reach after his next business trip to Asia). And here I used to be impressed with my mere 325,906 miles.

Our yummy meals at the Porter Exchange made us both decide that we wanted to finally visit H-Mart so we decided to do that on Sunday. Now, H-Mart is an Asian grocery store chain with their local presence in Burlington, MA. But unlike Asian markets you find in Chinatown (which are tiny and cramped), H-Mart is like a warehouse-sized store (think WalMart or Target in size).

It has a foodcourt (all asian restaurants, obviously) and aisles upon aisles of foods you simply can’t find at Stop & Shop. They also have numerous free samples (I sampled some korean BBQ beef, some dried squid, and strawberry juice.

And we ran into our friend, Kana, while we were there. Small world.

Speaking of small worlds, this market is exactly 5 miles from our home (on the same road as our townhouse, in fact). Meanwhile, the Boston border is 4.4 miles away in the other direction. Essentially, we are equidistant to the city and to great outer-suburbia. I never thought I’d be so…rural.

Yeah, It’s Done. But What’s Next?

It seems like every time we work on the condo, something else gets gets shortly thereafter. First we moved in (major accomplishment). The next weekend we painted. Upon completion, I thought “Phew, we’re done!”.

But the following weekend we ended putting up the art. Again, I thought “Yay – now this place is done!”.

A month later we decided to paint the 4th floor. Upon completion, “Yay, the place looks great! Nothing left to do.”

A few weeks later, a new dishwasher gets installed. “Now this place is complete!”

Last weekend, the washing machine literally imploded (spewing white chunks of plastic all over our clothes). But today, I’m optimistic! Not only are we having a new washer and dryer delivered and installed this morning, but we’re having an electrician come by and (finally) install the two ceilings fans we purchased; one for the living room, one for the master bedroom.

I’m sure I’ll come home tonight and admire all of our new home features and think “Everything is finally done!”

But then we’ll want to replace the carpets. Or install hardwood flooring on the stairway and in the halls. What’s that? Some touch up paint? Hmmm, we’ve already replaced the dishwasher, washing machine, and dryer, now the refrigerator is looking a bit tired and this “Cash for Appliances” program the government is offering won’t last forever.

And who picked out that light fixture?

What 1970’s whore house did those drapes come from?

Did somebody say hot tub?

ugh – my head is spinning.

The Blame Game

I’m stunned.

I can honestly say that I don’t hate Scott Brown. I admire his ability to hold a belief and stick to it, unlike the other recent Massachusetts Republican, Mitt Romney, who says one thing while courting the vote, then changes his opinion once in office (gay rights, abortion, etc…). At least Brown has said from the offset that he’s essentially against both things. I tend to disagree with him on every social issue, but also seem to agree with him on some (SOME) fiscal issues. But at least he’s consistent.

And Martha. Oh, Martha. I don’t fully blame you. Could you have run a better campaign? Absolutely. Perhaps if you pulled Vicki Kennedy into your commercials earlier than the week before the election it might have helped. Perhaps if your ads focused less on healthcare, especially as it was obvious to the rest of us that universal healthcare was scaring people. I’m not saying you should have backed down on your stance, but perhaps if you stressed it less.

In a way, (and I’m probably going to get banished from Massaschusetts like Roger Williams for saying this), Ted Kennedy himself is partly to blame here. He knew he was gravely ill but refused to step down (whether it was his determination to pass universal healthcare or ego…I suspect the latter). If he’d have stepped down when it became apparent  he wasn’t going to be around to do his job effectively, a replacement would have been voted in BEFORE the topic of universal healthcare became the issue that made Massachusetts a little more purple. As you saw over the past month, Scott Brown’s popularity skyrockets just in the past 4 weeks. If the election was last fall, I suspect the outcome would have been completely different.

Now, it’s probably obvious that I voted for Coakley. But that also doesn’t mean I love her. I, too, have issues with the universal healthcare proposal. Although i’m 100% for universal healthcare, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, i think the way Obama’s crew is going about it is all wrong. The timing is wrong (so rushed). The methods are wrong (it seems they’re just adding and removing stuff nilly-willy just to get it passed in any form). The organizing is wrong (people are scared of this proposal…isntead of blaming Republicans for it not going through, educate the people as to how it is a good thing).

They should be studying this issue for YEARS, learning how other countries do it effectively. You know, those other countries I mentioned yesterday that all have universal healthcare, all have lower health costs per citizen than the U.S., and who nearly all have longer life expectencies. If that chart/statistic appeared in a commercial for Martha Coakley, or was presented in a presidential state of the union address, people might realize that it ain’t so bad.

Instead, the American public runs on fear. Fear of the unknown. The elderly determined that they will get less medical attention or have their fates decided by death panels (seriously…how can that actually have been in the news?). The rich white guy determined that his money will go to support the health of illegal immigrants. The midle-class family determined that they will never be able to get an appointment to see a doctor because “in Canada and England you have to wait months to get in.” (For the record, I’ve lived in the Boston area for 20 years and it’s always taken me 3-7 months to get in for a physical exam, and referals to specialists have always taken a few weeks to a few months. Obiovusly, something already isn’t right here…and this existed long before Massachusetts implemented its own half-hearted healthcare plan).

Though, my main thing is this: I still don’t understand how a constituency who voted in Obama, whose main issues were the economy and universal healthcare, could now be so against universal healthcare. If you’re against it so much, if it scares you so much, why did you vote for the candidate who made such a big deal of it? Do you like the idea of change more than the reality?

Well, there’s always a positive side to this election: at least Scott Brown is more fun to look at than either Ted Kennedy or John Kerry.

It’s Like American Idol but, Like, Real

So you better get your ass in gear and vote for our next U.S. Senator.  I went to our new polling place this morning before work and there was only a handful of people milling about. Hopefully things will pick up.

It’s shocking to me to think that the election is this close. I mean, how could the politician that conservatives considered the most left-wing liberal imaginable get re-elected over and over again and then suddenly the same demographic could potentially vote for somebody who holds polar opposite beliefs as the candidate they’ve chosen for 4 decades? I mean, I hear about all these people wanting “change”….but change is one thing, completely switching your ideology is another. And if you’re claiming it’s for lower taxes because that’s what Republicans are for…let’s look back at the 8 years of Republican rule and get a reality check.

I suppose universal healthcare could be a factor; at least, the version being proposed (I’m for universal healthcare, I just think they’re going about it all wrong). There was an article/graph in National Geographic about healthcare in industrialized countries and only the U.S. and Mexico didn’t offer it. EVERY OTHER “modern” country has it. Not coincidentally, the U.S. spent more per person per year on medical expenses/drugs  than any other country on the list. Even more interesting, more than half of the other countries had longer life expectancies, so don’t use the whole “they spend less in those countries because it’s harder to get medical care when you need it” excuse. If people are living longer, they must be getting the care they need.

OK, off my high horse.

Randy and I had a rather eventful weekend. Our washing machine imploded on us on Saturday night. For the past week it had been banging during the spin cycle. On Saturday, we did three loads. The first load was loud. The second load was louder and we had small white plastic chunks in the fabric of our clothes. The third load started off loud but got quiet. That’s because it completely stopped functioning before it finished. We opened the door to find the clothes soaking wet, and completely covered in white plastic pieces that stuck to everything.

So, on Sunday we went to the laundromat to re-wash the plastic-infused clothing (most of it came out). Then we researched washing machines and headed out to buy a new one.

Monday was a holiday for me (Randy had to work). He woke me to say good bye, but I was able to fall back asleep. When all was said and down, I slept for over 11 hours. I was shocked, and somewhat disappointed that I slept through half of my holiday. Oh well….

Sporty Spice: Just Call Me Cinnamon

After a two (OK, you caught me, three) month hiatus, I’ve finally returned to the gym. Not just once, but twice this week! TWICE! I’ve even impressed myself.

Though, I’m feeling it now. My arms ache, my chest aches. Worst of all, my abs ache. At night when I want to prop myself up to roll over it practically wakes me up completely. And reaching for the alarm clock? Absolute torture.

My return to physical fitness is not a New Year’s resolution. I just stopped going as we approached our move to the new place since things were so chaotic. Then it became the holiday season and, honestly, what’s the point?

Now there is no excuse, though I’m sure I’ll come up with some good ones anyway. It’s too cold. My belly hurts. I’ll go tomorrow. I think I’m getting sick. I forgot my gym bag. What’s my lock combination again? My iPod battery is dead. I had a bad day. I’m still in pain from the last time. If you loved me you wouldn’t make me go.

Getting All Wet

Randy set up the humidifier in the master bedroom over the weekend since the dry winter air has caused the skin on his hands and feet to get dry and crack. Last night before bed I noticed that it was running on empty so I refilled the cannister and turned it on high so that by the time he went to bed, the room would be pleasantly moist.

Instead, we woke up to a completely saturated carpet in a 6 foot radius surrounding the blower. I’m not talking about a light dew on the tips of the fibers, wither. We’re talking squoosh, squoosh. I initially told him it was simply my method of steam cleaning the carpets, but he didn’t buy it.

Winter makes things so complicated. For example, I’ve also noticed that it takes me longer in the morning to get ready for work. My shower, dressing, breakfast routine have remained the same…it’s the getting out the door that’s delayed. Between boots and jackets and gloves and 360 ear muffs, I’m adding a few extra minutes standing by the door. And you have to put the iPhone ear buds in before the ear muffs and gloves go on, but after the jacket goes on. But you can’t really turn on iPhone until you’re ready to walk out the door. But then you put on the gloves and on at least 4 out of 5 mornings I drop the keys because the gloves prevent a decent grip.

It’s even more complicated when it’s snowing or raining, because then I need my nylon pants to go over my jeans (otherwise, I get backsplat within 5 yards of the front door). And don’t forget the umbrella’s, which make holding the iPhone a bitch. And then there’s locking the door with the umbrella and iPhone in one hand, and keys in the other (and bending over to pick up the keys that, like I said, will inevitably be dropped to the ground).

Why do I live here?

7-Teen

I’m not sure what it is, but I realized this morning while commuting to work (listening to music on my iPhone) that I seem to have a thing for songs referencing the number seventeen.

Seventeen, by Ladytron. This is what made me realize my fascination with this number. This might be one of my favorite “contemporary” songs. The lyrics are pathetically repetetive (“They only want you when your 17, when your 21 you’re no fun. They take a Polaroid and let you go, say they’ll let you know, so come on.”)  Seriously, those are the only lyrics to this 4 minute, 41 second song. But I still love it.

At Seventeen, by Janis Ian. Love, love, love this song. As a teenager, who didn’t feel like the ugly duckling? This songs is beautiful (sounding), yet painful (lyrically) at the same time. A song of substance, this one is the polar opposite of the Ladytron song. Plus, it’s so poetic: “To those of us who knew the pain, of Valentine’s that never came, and those whose names were never called, when choosing sides for basketball.”  I was never last at being picked for teams, but I sure was damn close.

Edge of Seventeen, by Stevie Nicks. This one will get me mocked by my friends because it’s from the 80’s, but it really is a great song. And who doesn’t immediately recognize that song when they hear the guitar strumming in the beginning (unless, of course, they confuse it with that dreadful Destiny’s child song that ripped it).

(She’s) Sexy and 17, by the Stray Cats. Again, I’ll receive more mockery for an 80’s song, but this song is retro in so many ways! Retro because it’s from the 80’s, but doubly retro for being an 80’s song that is 50’s inspired.

Let Me Go, Heaven 17. Ok, this one is officially cheeZe (yes, with a capital Z), but it’s so fun! If you don’t know this one, think Yaz , Depeche Mode, or Human League. So, yep, another 80’s song.

I suppose if I thought about it enough (or searched my iTunes) I could find songs referencing  most nunbers (especially the numbe one), but I seem to like, and listen to, songs about the number seventeen the most. Go figure.

VegeTABLE

I feel like a vegetable today. And, as the last part of the word spells, my head was on the table (or desk) during my lunch today. Perhaps with some snoring and dribbling, to boot.

You see, we caught the red-eye back from Los Angeles last night. And since I just can’t sleep comfortably on planes, I think I’m less than highly effective today.

But, oh, what a great trip we had. It had been a complete two weeks since I last went to work. It started off with us going to my parents’ place on the Cape for Christmas Eve and Christmas. Then we came back to Boston to finish packing for our trip to California.

We arrived the evenining of December 26th and spent one night (playing card games, of course) with my old friend, Jeff, and his partner Paul. On Sunday, Randy and I drove out to Las Vegas (a miserable 6+ hour drive of hellish traffic). But it paid off when we arrived and found our dive of a hotel wasn’t too bad of a dive afterall. We stayed at Bill’s Gamblin’ Hall and Saloon, which sounds scary, but is far from it. Part of the Harrah’s chain that owns 1/2 of Las Vegas, we were located at the primest of prime interesections of the Strip and Flamingo. Our room overlooked (obstructed view, of course) the fountains of the Bellagio and the Eifel Tower of Paris. Across the street was Caesar’s Palace.

The room was remodeled within the last few years, but you could tell this was one of the old-school Vegas hotels from a prior era. Unlike most hotels with bathrooms next to the door (to help block the sound of the people in the hallway, the bathrooms at Bill’s are against the streetside wall. This makes your view smaller than it could be.  On the eclectic side, it provides a stained glass window in the bathroom that provides funky natural light.

Enough about the hotel, we didn’t spend much time there anywah since we were walking the strip, eating, gambling, eating, seeing a show, or eating. The last time we were there we saw “O” (the water-based Cirque de Soleil show. This time, we saw “Love”, the performance set to Beatles tunes. I loved it.

We also visited the new City Center development (kind of a town center for the strip). Aside from a few fun fountain features, the “Crystal” shopping arcade is a disorienting bust. The hotels behind it are nice, and the monorail between buildings is a nice touch. But the main Ghery-esque entry way is less than impressive.

We also drove out to Red Rock Canyon for a day and did some driving and walking around.

To build on to the nature theme, the next day we drove from Las Vegas to Death Valley, CA. The entire drive is through desert. The town of Beatty (where we stayed) was basically a cross-shaped intersection in the middle of the desert. Not much going on there but a saloon (where we had dinner), a Mexican restaurant (where we had a breakfast) and a ghetto casino that still used slot machines with quarters (I lost…sigh).

But the town was just minutes away from Death Valley behind some mountains. And what a view that mountain descent brings. The roads are straight (I’m talking 28 miles of straight road with not a tree or building in site. The entire national park is half the size of Massachusetts so I pinpointed on the map that part of the distance we were goign in our first day was actually a longer drive than from Boston to my parents’ place on Cape Cod. And on that entire drive we might have passed 20 cars (and not a single house). It’s amazingly deserted (fitting for a desert, I suppose).

My favorite parts that first day were the sand dunes (the kinds you see in movies with deserts but never see when you actually visit a desert in this country) and the dormant volcanic crater.

We returned to the park the next day and did even more driving, going from the highest reachable peak (by road) at well over 5,000 feet which abuts the lowest point in the United States at 287 feet below sea level. Across this flat, salty canyon was then the parks’ highest peak at over 11,100 (snow capped, despite sun and temperatures in the upper 60’s).

This was New Years eve saw we walked around the salt flats of the below sea-level basin before driving back to Orange County to spend New Year’s Eve with our friends.

The rest of the trip was a blur of lazy days and meals. We went to the beach one day, the hot tub one night, dinner in Corona del Mar one night, lunch in West Hollywood another, and to the LA Museum of Contemporary Art another day. After the museum, as the sun was setting, we went to the trendy Standard Hotel roof bar and watched as the sun set around the downtown skyline. It was so relaxing. I could have spent hours relaxing there (though, I hear it gets pretty crazy later at night, so maybe not).

On Monday, Randy and I drove up to Venice Beach for lunch, then along the coast of Malibu, before cathing up with some friends in Agoura Hills (outside 1,000 Oaks). We stayed with them for the night then drove out to Santa Ynez (a small…I’m talking tiny….town in a local wine country region. A few miles away was Solvang, a larger town built completely in the style of an old Danish Village. We’re talking windmills and the whole 9-yards. I suppose it’s kind of Disney-esque, but was still cute. And the drive over the mountain pass to get there was pretty spectacular, too.

We finished off the day in Santa Barbara, visiting the old Mission and then stumbling upon the gorgeous Spanish architecture of the Courthouse. We went in and there was a tower you can climb that gives you a panoramic view of the red-roofed buildings below, plus the ocean on one side and mountains on the other. Beautiful.

Then, we drove straight for the airport, with pit stops only to pee and refuel.

by 11:11PM (2:11AM back east), our plane was taking off. By 7:28AM, we had arrived in Boston.

Ah 2 weeks of sun and fun. I’m ready for a new life, I think.

Playing Favorites

Randy and I got together with our friend, Deano, last night for our usual game night. It’s actually been a month or so since we’ve seen him with all of Randy’s November travels and all of the holiday and work crap everybody has been dealing with in December.

We exchanged Christmas gifts and he gave us a game called Sequence. I’d never heard of it (though Randy said he had a recollection). It’s a combination card/board game…and is also apparently quite addictive. We played three rounds (Randy won once, I won twice…poor Deano).

But he made out okay with his Christmas gifts, too, so hopefully that all makes up for it.

Then this morning I pissed off Randy (oops). I find that I enjoy falling into the routine of things. When I commute home, I want to go straight home…no stopping off at the gym or post office or pharmacy or market. Perhaps I’m a bit OCD.

Well, I’m also a routine sort of guy around the house and the clearest evidence of that is my morning routine. I get up, I start heating up oatmeal, I pee, I finish prepping the oatmeal, drink my pomegranate/blueberry juice with vitamins, then watch the news and check my email. It is only then that I go back upstairs to, um, relieve myself and then shower.

That tends to happen on most days. But occasionally Randy’s schedule differs slightly (for example, he doesn’t have a 7am conference call, he’s traveling, or, like today, he’s working from home so in no rush since he an take a break at noon to shower.

But this morning, despite not having to go out, he turned on the shower water just as I was picking up my oatmeal bowl. I then ran upstairs to plead with him to use the other bathroom.

And that’s the thing…we have a second bathroom. With a second shower. I guess I sometimes forget that (memories of our old place with just one bathroom).

But I like the master bathroom better than the guest bathroom (besides, the soap and shampoo in the guest bath are his, whereas the master bath has two sets of soaps and shampoo).

But fine, I admit. Especially now that I’m reading this and seeing what it actually sounds like, I’m a freak.

But at least I’m a freak who smells good and has soft skin from using his own cleaning products.