I have owned this house over three years now, this marks the third room in the place I have called bedroom. While I was remodelling my "real" bedroom, I called the dining room the "place where the magic happens." This was waaaayyyy back when November of '03 and lasted for 8 months. I then occupied the masterpiece for a little over a year and a half, where I remained until I rented the place out to Ryan upon moving to Dubai.
Friday, March 02, 2007
Camping out on my couch.
I have owned this house over three years now, this marks the third room in the place I have called bedroom. While I was remodelling my "real" bedroom, I called the dining room the "place where the magic happens." This was waaaayyyy back when November of '03 and lasted for 8 months. I then occupied the masterpiece for a little over a year and a half, where I remained until I rented the place out to Ryan upon moving to Dubai.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Thoughts at 29…
I’m 29 now, and going through the “second wave” of weddings of my friends. The first wave began at 22 and lasted through 24, and there was not one iota of doubt in my mind that that was not a train I was boarding any time soon. Now its happening again and it came out of no where. First it was one random wedding, then word reached me that a long lost friend recently tied the knot. Then almost immediately, two more wedding invites and WHAM! like a fish in the face, a full on wedding wave! My natural reaction was “am I supposed to be on this train? Is this the last one to leave the station?” Being a rather calculated soul, I started running the numbers.
My dad was about 26 when he got married, and about 30 when I was born, but its easy to argue why getting married older now a days is common, whereas getting hitched earlier was the norm for his generation. A lot of my professional peers, who are almost to the T, 3 to 7 years older than me, did the deed around 29 or 30. So there is a case to be made that possibly the time is right compared to my peers. But I have never done things based on what my peers were doing aside from perhaps listening to a little New Kids on the Block when I was prepubescent. The driving force here is what I want to do and what it takes to do it. I am only now starting to reap the benefits of staying single through the first wave, and the following 5 year low tide. I’m living outside the states, exploring the world, making decisions on the fly, with no regard to anyone else.
Selfish? Perhaps. But I do know that if I were to ratchet-strap myself down with responsibility, that one day I would regret it and that is not fair to anyone who has committed them self to me nor to anyone I might bring into the world. At very least I consider my decision to be the lesser of two evils. The only real statistic which holds any value in my mind is children. Now I’m not sure if I want them, but if I do I want be able to do as my father did with me, be spry enough to horse around with them, play ball, be an active father.
In 2003 life expectancy was at 74.8 years for Caucasian males in the
It’s good to have a three, five and ten year goal, so let’s pencil this in as a five year goal. Maybe a good three year goal would be to find the right woman? Hopefully whoever might be a candidate might read this and decide I am not a complete kook! I also reserve the right to readjust my goals every six months or as I see fit!
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Amsterdam
Naturally, when you are on holiday you see the good parts of the city, that being said, I would still strongly consider living there. The first and foremost reason for this is… no, not that, but the predominant form of transportation; bicycles. Let’s start with the fact that
These are my impressions BEFORE I rented one! Once I was on a bike, I felt that I was part of an elevated class of people. Pedestrians are to serfs as cyclist are to lords. On foot I would have never interrupted a cyclist to ask for directions. When on a bike, you become the equal of others on bikes and it becomes its own social club. “Hi, my names Michael (not Mike, mind you) and I’m cool, I’m hot, I’m happening and a good part of the reason is I use a bicycle to get around.”
Let’s shift this topic slightly and look to the canals themselves. The canal belt as it’s called is lined with old converted barges turned into stylish living quarters. I didn’t get the full story, but the Dutch allowed people to live on boats in the canals and actually ran utilities to them. Others came illegally and have no such luxuries. The end result is a community within a community. I also gazed at countless runabouts, mostly outboard motored containing groups of friends strolling along on a summer’s day. If I thought being a cyclist elevated my class…
Then there’s the town itself. The old churches, Oude Kirk, Newe Kirk, and others were all spectacular specimens of ancient architecture. The quaint little canal bridges, most that lit up at night illuminating the still waters below were a pleasure to gaze at and photograph. Combined with the random steeples which would peek out from atop the tree lined streets and row houses made for an amateur photographer’s dream.
Finally there was the art. Van Gogh, Rembrandt, and a slew of others whose works amazed me for 2 solid days. I thankfully learned how to operate in a museum. Rule #1: ALWAYS get the audio tour, especially for me for I was alone. The wealth of information I learned as a result of the audio tour more than paid for itself. (4 euros tacked onto the ten euro entrance fee) Rule #2: patience! When I got into the Van Gough museum I became annoyed with how crowded it was and felt that I wasn’t going to get my money’s worth. But a quarter of the way into my 5 hour tour, I learned how to maneuver around people, how avoiding eye contact actually improves flow of people around you (shame on me), and how to assess each gallery as I entered it and get a feel for the room before delving into the works. This allowed me to pick a less crowded part of that gallery and get a general idea of how much time I was going to spend in each one.
The train just passed through
Monday, July 24, 2006
Back Homes...
July 1: Leah Redus’s wedding. Leah and I have been friends for 6 years now, making her the person I have known in
July 2: Shaq’s birthday. Shaq is another of my long term
July 4th: I ended the night seeing Rose and her husband Stephen. Rose trumps both Leah and Shaq in terms of length of friendship. I met Rose in college when her mother and my Aunt became pen pals on the internet. They got to talking and decided that her daughter was going to the same school as the other’s nephew! So we were put in touch with each other and have been best friends ever since.
July 10th: HJM-JK-MRB Day. With Heather back in town we set off to central Virginia to tour two wineries and Lauray Caverns. On the way back we drove the final bits of
July 11th - 13th: The folks tour, leg 1. Flew up to
July 13th – 16th: Folks tour leg 2,
The next day Clint, Sara and I drove down to the Atlantic coast and attempted to catch some fish. We ended up feeding them shrimp and catching a heck of sunburn!
Finally July 20th: A going away shindig with my Baltimore crew, its funny, since ive begun
travelling and spending considerable time away from what is defined as home, I see more people when I am home temporarily than I do when Im there permaently!
Those are the highlights. It was a whirlwind tour that ended as soon as it began. Cruel is the person who decreed that good times go by fast.
Monday, June 19, 2006
July of a lifetime...
I don’t usually condone posts without tangible meaning, and that’s not to say that this one doesn’t have any, but its real meaning is to allow your humble author the opportunity to textually verbalize what I am about to write.
I have been in
First off, I am slightly pushing the second leg of my return flight back two days to give me a nice 60 some odd hour layover in London. Then, once I get home and spend the 4th with my Baltimore peeps, I will whisk myself away on my motorcycle (hopefully, weather permitting) on a several stop tour which will include seeing friends in DC, Charlottesville VA, cruising the blue ridge parkway, more friends in Raleigh NC, and my father and his new wife. Once I return I am off again, this time to
31 Days, 6 countries, 3 states, loads of people, memories, and snaps.
This is the plan. Execution is the most critical piece, watch this space for results.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Footbol (soccer) players are...
Friday, June 02, 2006
A German, an Egyptian, and an American walk into a bar...
Oh yeah, I also have an online photo album with much more than you see here:
http://community.webshots.com/user/wahoo189