This was painfully boring semester for me with only one class. I have the next three weeks off to do as little as possible. Actually I hope to start my internship in the next week or two, I'd like to get the 120 hours done as quickly as possible only because I'm carrying three classes this winter semester so that I finish up the program at the end of the year. God my life is as boring as this post is.
Anyway, we'll see what life gives us next week.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Oddly Enough
This morning I was checking my flickr account and found someone had emailed me. This tends to be odd since I really rarely get email via fickr and most of it isn't interesting to say the least. Anyway, the email was from someone I had gone to high school with. Actually we go back farther then as we had played baseball back when we were 8ish. I had been off and on again posting photos from my days back in southern California that took place in Pasadena. Most of these are architectural photos, but I had also posted a couple of childhood photos of me and my sisters (class & little league photos) that showed off something about the surroundings of Pasadena.
Anyway, this morning my former little league companion was looking at this same group and found my photos of our team (see below for the photo in question) and emailed me. Now I was never really close with the person in question though our parents had been friends for a while. We had different friends and activities so our paths really never crossed very much. After 20+ years now I'm really only in contact with one other person I went to high school and really haven't saught out anyone I went to school with. I went to two high schools as a teenager. The first was a decent catholic prep school and while I liked the Brothers who taught there, I felt a big disconnect with reality with the kids as many were what you call "white flight" folks who feared non-white kids at the time. I remember bringing my jr high school year book to school and having more then one reaction to all the "Black" folks I had gone to school with. I had a few good friends from my two years among the catholic white kids,but over the years I've lost track most of them.
My second high school was at a Pasadena public school, but a real oddity school at that as it was an early magnet school and it ended up attracting many of the fundamentalist kids who's parents couldn't afford to send their kids to private christian schools. If I felt disconnect from the white catholic kids, I really felt disconnected from them as a whole. My home life was pretty awful too during this time and making new friends wasn't high on list of things to do. Plus I was bored pretty quickly with school itself and spent as little time as possible at school or with folks from school. My only school activities were track (which I was mediocre at) and two years of Yearbook. I liked yearbook mostly because of who taught/over saw the class. While looking back I can say that I didn't like really only a handful of kids I went to school with, again the real feeling was sense of disconnect or never really connecting with most of these folks.
After graduating I really never looked back nor did I have any intention of keeping up with anyone from that school. I should say that I still had a number of good friends through high school, I just didn't go to school with most of them and hung out with them on the weekends or during the summer. I'm still friends (from a distance now) with most of this group. Though I do feel disconnected from them.
A couple of years later I ran into Peter E, who had been a year behind me, we had a couple of classes and few years later we both ended up working together at two different companies. We even produced a mutual friend's film together. Most of the folks I thought of as friends during high school were also older then me, so I really had few friends my own age.
Anyway, 20 years later I have to say I was surprised to get the email in question. Oddly enough I found myself quickly looking them up on facebook and sending out the friend invite. They've actually kept in touch with folks from the 2nd high school, but looking at that list of folks I find a lot of familiar names and even faces, but as I looked, I felt no need to friend any of them I hate to say. I'm disconnected and will probably stay as such.
Note - having taken a quick look at many of my former classmates from back in the 80's I had to giggle at how many of them now strike me as 40 year old "Bro's".
God I'm awful and should go to hell for that.
Anyway, this morning my former little league companion was looking at this same group and found my photos of our team (see below for the photo in question) and emailed me. Now I was never really close with the person in question though our parents had been friends for a while. We had different friends and activities so our paths really never crossed very much. After 20+ years now I'm really only in contact with one other person I went to high school and really haven't saught out anyone I went to school with. I went to two high schools as a teenager. The first was a decent catholic prep school and while I liked the Brothers who taught there, I felt a big disconnect with reality with the kids as many were what you call "white flight" folks who feared non-white kids at the time. I remember bringing my jr high school year book to school and having more then one reaction to all the "Black" folks I had gone to school with. I had a few good friends from my two years among the catholic white kids,but over the years I've lost track most of them.
My second high school was at a Pasadena public school, but a real oddity school at that as it was an early magnet school and it ended up attracting many of the fundamentalist kids who's parents couldn't afford to send their kids to private christian schools. If I felt disconnect from the white catholic kids, I really felt disconnected from them as a whole. My home life was pretty awful too during this time and making new friends wasn't high on list of things to do. Plus I was bored pretty quickly with school itself and spent as little time as possible at school or with folks from school. My only school activities were track (which I was mediocre at) and two years of Yearbook. I liked yearbook mostly because of who taught/over saw the class. While looking back I can say that I didn't like really only a handful of kids I went to school with, again the real feeling was sense of disconnect or never really connecting with most of these folks.
After graduating I really never looked back nor did I have any intention of keeping up with anyone from that school. I should say that I still had a number of good friends through high school, I just didn't go to school with most of them and hung out with them on the weekends or during the summer. I'm still friends (from a distance now) with most of this group. Though I do feel disconnected from them.
A couple of years later I ran into Peter E, who had been a year behind me, we had a couple of classes and few years later we both ended up working together at two different companies. We even produced a mutual friend's film together. Most of the folks I thought of as friends during high school were also older then me, so I really had few friends my own age.
Anyway, 20 years later I have to say I was surprised to get the email in question. Oddly enough I found myself quickly looking them up on facebook and sending out the friend invite. They've actually kept in touch with folks from the 2nd high school, but looking at that list of folks I find a lot of familiar names and even faces, but as I looked, I felt no need to friend any of them I hate to say. I'm disconnected and will probably stay as such.
Note - having taken a quick look at many of my former classmates from back in the 80's I had to giggle at how many of them now strike me as 40 year old "Bro's".
God I'm awful and should go to hell for that.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Bodgery
So I have all the bodywork for the Lambretta and started to put the rest of the scooter together. I've run into a couple of problems, mainly my own bodgery work.
Bodgery #1: The headset ring needed to be rechromes, but since I had so many problems with local chromers, I opted not to have it re-chromes. Anyway it looks like shit and I found out last week that Casa Lambretta makes new ones (that are chromed). So bought one and proceeded to take my headset, all the cables and part of the wiring loom apart. THis major work since all of the wiring and cables passes threw the ring and not around it. Ugh, day later and the ring is in but I still haven't hook everything up. Best of all, the cables haven't come back together that well.
Bodgery #2: Left side "L-bracket" the previous owner of the frame cut this off, I forgot to get a new one and have it welded back on. Worst of all, the frame was repainted and I had to attach the LBracket and guess what, it doesn't remotely fit right. So I spent today grinding and hammering the shit out of it to make it fit. It fits, but not that fantasticlly and the right rear floor board is touching the frame in the wrong place too. Ugh.
Mistake #1: I oreded the wrong rubber parts this week too, Ptown had the right ones, mistake avoided.
Mistake #2: I have some wrong hardware, should rectify this in the morning, I hope.
Here's the damn scooter so far
http://www.flickr.com/photos/filmtwit/sets/72157623338894738/
Bodgery #1: The headset ring needed to be rechromes, but since I had so many problems with local chromers, I opted not to have it re-chromes. Anyway it looks like shit and I found out last week that Casa Lambretta makes new ones (that are chromed). So bought one and proceeded to take my headset, all the cables and part of the wiring loom apart. THis major work since all of the wiring and cables passes threw the ring and not around it. Ugh, day later and the ring is in but I still haven't hook everything up. Best of all, the cables haven't come back together that well.
Bodgery #2: Left side "L-bracket" the previous owner of the frame cut this off, I forgot to get a new one and have it welded back on. Worst of all, the frame was repainted and I had to attach the LBracket and guess what, it doesn't remotely fit right. So I spent today grinding and hammering the shit out of it to make it fit. It fits, but not that fantasticlly and the right rear floor board is touching the frame in the wrong place too. Ugh.
Mistake #1: I oreded the wrong rubber parts this week too, Ptown had the right ones, mistake avoided.
Mistake #2: I have some wrong hardware, should rectify this in the morning, I hope.
Here's the damn scooter so far
http://www.flickr.com/photos/filmtwit/sets/72157623338894738/
Monday, July 12, 2010
Irritable Part II
So late last week I blew up at the guy who is doing that paint job for me. Over the course of the weekend I was still angry and mad, but started to wonder why. This problem in itself should have me this angry, so why all the anger? The why is for a couple of reasons. First - the guy hadn't finished the work he should have finished months ago which leads too - Two - Every time I step into the garage I see this unfinished project that I can't do a damn thing with, which leads too - Three - I spent the last year in a job where I do work and then wait and wait for someone else to finish up their part of the work, or worse I'd have to report to someone about said work and they wouldn't make any decisions. So every time I see this project I'm reminded of the last year and frustrated I was and it makes me even more frustrated. Plus, to be honest I'm irritated, frustrated and angry about my life right now. Which just makes things worse.
So last week I got a response to a part time position I had applied for. The response was something to the effect of "we had a lot of responses to said job and are turning down your application as we've found someone with more qualifications, blah blah blah." First, I actually like to hear back about position that I won't be interviewing for, I can scratch it off my list so to say and any worry I might have goes away. At the same time, I know I'm actually over qualified for the position and of course that's a huge irritant. I applied for the job in question because I wanted a part time gig and not a full time gig after all. How the fuck wasn't I qualified to get interview then? Well, it could be for a couple of reasons. First, they were probably really only going to hire some one they already knew or their was an inside applicants and legally speaking they had to post the job. This is the most likely cast. Second, it could be that because I haven't been employed for the last 9 months that I'm automatically disqualification, even though I hadn't lost my last position due to anything I had done. This of course is a killer and I know it happens and it damn irritant. Ugh.
Anyway, whiny rant over.
So last week I got a response to a part time position I had applied for. The response was something to the effect of "we had a lot of responses to said job and are turning down your application as we've found someone with more qualifications, blah blah blah." First, I actually like to hear back about position that I won't be interviewing for, I can scratch it off my list so to say and any worry I might have goes away. At the same time, I know I'm actually over qualified for the position and of course that's a huge irritant. I applied for the job in question because I wanted a part time gig and not a full time gig after all. How the fuck wasn't I qualified to get interview then? Well, it could be for a couple of reasons. First, they were probably really only going to hire some one they already knew or their was an inside applicants and legally speaking they had to post the job. This is the most likely cast. Second, it could be that because I haven't been employed for the last 9 months that I'm automatically disqualification, even though I hadn't lost my last position due to anything I had done. This of course is a killer and I know it happens and it damn irritant. Ugh.
Anyway, whiny rant over.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Irritable
I can't tell you how irritable I've been feeling most of this week.
Part of it comes from being bored. Part of it comes from slogging threw a class that bores me. Part of it comes from the heat. But for today, most of it comes from the fact that I can't finish this stupid Lambretta Project I've been posting about for months now.
Last September I was laid off. On that same day I went to a scooter Rally (these two events are not actually tied together) and ran into my painter. I had dropped off a Lambretta with him about 2 years prior, but since I was working full time and working I hadn't cared that he hadn't started the project since I simply didn't have the time to really deal with it. Added to that is that it took me nearly a year of that two years to deliver all the parts to him. OK, so I ran into him and asked him if he couldn't now put some time into it as I was unemployed and wanted to get started on the project. He told me he should be able to get to it by Thanksgiving. OK, so over 2 months passes and well, he hasn't gotten to it for good and bad reasons. I'm given till Xmass, and guess what, he still hasn't gotten to it (this time for good reason, such as it's nearly freezing every day and snowing and well, it's Xmass - all good reasons in my book). Anyway, the new years comes and goes and the new scooter season is about to begin and he still hasn't touched any of it.
So in February I tell him I can't wait any longer and I'd like to come pick up everything. End of February I go by his place and am ready to pick up everything and he tells me his schedule has opened up and he can start on my scooter. OK, but I want a real schedule at this point. 2 weeks and the frame and head set need to be done, and another 2 weeks for the rest of the white work followed by all of the "red" work. OK, he's OK with that schedule.
He's little over a week late with the first work. I'm OK with this. I start to build and three months later I've built up the scooter as much as I can. I need the rest of the body work and in that time he hasn't finished up the "white" body work and keeps telling me that the front fender is giving him trouble. I've told him I have two other fenders to choose from, but he keeps telling he'll stick with this one. That was 2 weeks ago (note since delivering the frame and headset to me in March, it's been 4 months) and now he isn't replying to emails. I'm sick of the bull shit, I want my scooter back at this point since it's obvious he's not going to finish the work in any timely manner. Fuck this shit.
Part of it comes from being bored. Part of it comes from slogging threw a class that bores me. Part of it comes from the heat. But for today, most of it comes from the fact that I can't finish this stupid Lambretta Project I've been posting about for months now.
Last September I was laid off. On that same day I went to a scooter Rally (these two events are not actually tied together) and ran into my painter. I had dropped off a Lambretta with him about 2 years prior, but since I was working full time and working I hadn't cared that he hadn't started the project since I simply didn't have the time to really deal with it. Added to that is that it took me nearly a year of that two years to deliver all the parts to him. OK, so I ran into him and asked him if he couldn't now put some time into it as I was unemployed and wanted to get started on the project. He told me he should be able to get to it by Thanksgiving. OK, so over 2 months passes and well, he hasn't gotten to it for good and bad reasons. I'm given till Xmass, and guess what, he still hasn't gotten to it (this time for good reason, such as it's nearly freezing every day and snowing and well, it's Xmass - all good reasons in my book). Anyway, the new years comes and goes and the new scooter season is about to begin and he still hasn't touched any of it.
So in February I tell him I can't wait any longer and I'd like to come pick up everything. End of February I go by his place and am ready to pick up everything and he tells me his schedule has opened up and he can start on my scooter. OK, but I want a real schedule at this point. 2 weeks and the frame and head set need to be done, and another 2 weeks for the rest of the white work followed by all of the "red" work. OK, he's OK with that schedule.
He's little over a week late with the first work. I'm OK with this. I start to build and three months later I've built up the scooter as much as I can. I need the rest of the body work and in that time he hasn't finished up the "white" body work and keeps telling me that the front fender is giving him trouble. I've told him I have two other fenders to choose from, but he keeps telling he'll stick with this one. That was 2 weeks ago (note since delivering the frame and headset to me in March, it's been 4 months) and now he isn't replying to emails. I'm sick of the bull shit, I want my scooter back at this point since it's obvious he's not going to finish the work in any timely manner. Fuck this shit.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Boring Sidney, Boring
I can't beleive how bored I am these days. Worst of all is how lethargic I feel too.
I have one class this summer and it's finally really nice out too. And guess what, I'm sitting around doing as little as possible. I can't be bothered to do anything fun. At best I've cleaned out the garage this last weekend, only to have my sister try and refill it. I did talk my rents into finally getting another cat last week, so this things has had to be my muse from time to time.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/filmtwit/sets/72157624401287386/
I have one class this summer and it's finally really nice out too. And guess what, I'm sitting around doing as little as possible. I can't be bothered to do anything fun. At best I've cleaned out the garage this last weekend, only to have my sister try and refill it. I did talk my rents into finally getting another cat last week, so this things has had to be my muse from time to time.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/filmtwit/sets/72157624401287386/
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