sorry, that last entry was me. at my gym. on a bike. listening to a cd. and on the web.
it's all about being on a cable modem while working out. take, for instance, these little netpulse bikes found at your local participating 24 hour fitness.
netpulse?
you go to your gym, which
a.you pay too much for (accounting for the days you actually make it there),
b.have a 17 year commitment to (how else could they charge you only $4.75 a month??) and
c.attempt to always look like you know EXACTLY what you are doing (ie. never read the little charts with the little stick men on those big iron jungle-gym-weight-deals sprouting cables),
and see a shiny new exercise bike with a tv on it.
alas, the NetPulse experience. i'll expound in my first Paper.Pile quip, but, as just mentioned, its an exercise bike with a tv. on this tv, you can either watch, uhh.. tv, or get on the web. i thought it would be funny to be on the web, and write in my little journal, and see if anyone watched what i was doing.
(wait! what a great way to pick up chicks! non-verbally even!! (has this ever been done before??))
anyways, today was a weird day. my supervisor at work quit. he's going to work for one of our (surprise) vendors. he was one of the coolest people to work for.
no, he was the coolest person i've worked for.
i'm still a little, i dunno, alarmed? pretty bummed.. yeah, sad. work will be different. not the end of the world or anything, just another, i dunno, lame thing.
oh well. later, Matt. good luck and all that. you'll be missed....
30 March 2000
28 March 2000
please, please, PLEASE don't send me any forwarded email or even mention this idiotic 'american gas-out' garbage. i feel it should be fairly easy to figure out why this movement makes no sense, but it seems that the general populous will do anything that even remotly sounds cool.
not buying gas on three specific days will do nothing. all it will do is increase gas sales a few days before and a few days after, evening out any dip in gas sales during the "profound event". silly!
what will that show OPEC? that we can regulate when some people by their gas, but not how much gas people buy. sillier!
a serious gas-out-esque movement that would actually produce some results would have to entail either carpooling or riding one's bike to work 2-3 times a week for a month. that would actually do something.
furthermore, if i hear any of these suburban/expedition/excursion people piping up in ANY WAY about gas prices, grrr... in the quest for the biggest mammal on the freeway, these housewives have agreed to drive the least efficent, least cost-effective, gas guzzling, brake pad eating vehicles in existance. it's their own fault. mommy has no reason to complain. she should have leased a mini-van.
not buying gas on three specific days will do nothing. all it will do is increase gas sales a few days before and a few days after, evening out any dip in gas sales during the "profound event". silly!
what will that show OPEC? that we can regulate when some people by their gas, but not how much gas people buy. sillier!
a serious gas-out-esque movement that would actually produce some results would have to entail either carpooling or riding one's bike to work 2-3 times a week for a month. that would actually do something.
furthermore, if i hear any of these suburban/expedition/excursion people piping up in ANY WAY about gas prices, grrr... in the quest for the biggest mammal on the freeway, these housewives have agreed to drive the least efficent, least cost-effective, gas guzzling, brake pad eating vehicles in existance. it's their own fault. mommy has no reason to complain. she should have leased a mini-van.
22 March 2000
20 March 2000
what a weekend... felt like it lasted forever. i was walking thru the parking lot today at work and had the thought that it's been a while since i've been there. that's a nice thought. busy weekend, but only with recreation.
friday afternoon went out with the co-workers for st. patty's. we ended up at a mexican restuarant, because all the irish pubs had 3 hour lines just to get inside. the beer wasn't green, however, which was probably for the better. beer is brown. beer is amber. beer is yellow. not green.
saturday was an interesting day. we (roommate and i) headed up to big bear friday nite, again, to board on saturday. got up early and managed to get some really good snow on saturday morning. warm out, freshly groomed, and just about nobody on the mountain. it got a bit too warm around noon, that whole snow-melts-thing, and we took off.
left bear around 1:30, got home around 3, and discovered it was summer-for-a-day. so, we grabbed our boards and surfed at redondo until sunset. waves weren't great, but fun, and a pod of dolphins showed up right before the sun vanished.
sheesh, so what's there to do around here anyway?
friday afternoon went out with the co-workers for st. patty's. we ended up at a mexican restuarant, because all the irish pubs had 3 hour lines just to get inside. the beer wasn't green, however, which was probably for the better. beer is brown. beer is amber. beer is yellow. not green.
saturday was an interesting day. we (roommate and i) headed up to big bear friday nite, again, to board on saturday. got up early and managed to get some really good snow on saturday morning. warm out, freshly groomed, and just about nobody on the mountain. it got a bit too warm around noon, that whole snow-melts-thing, and we took off.
left bear around 1:30, got home around 3, and discovered it was summer-for-a-day. so, we grabbed our boards and surfed at redondo until sunset. waves weren't great, but fun, and a pod of dolphins showed up right before the sun vanished.
sheesh, so what's there to do around here anyway?
14 March 2000
got my grey box at work yesterday... very nice.. hear-hear to faster computers and being one of the first employees in the company to get one... i'm diggin' os 9 too...
however, i still exhale a hearty, thankful sigh when i go home at the end of the day and unwind in front of my pc....
however, i still exhale a hearty, thankful sigh when i go home at the end of the day and unwind in front of my pc....
06 March 2000
what a trip! i just found out that the guy who writes this surf report works at saatchi! he just started last week or so...
i was leaving the office when i saw some guy watching a surf comp video in one of our conference rooms, so i invited myself in. he was watching the us open, which i guess toyota (our main client in this office) sponsered.
"what's your name?
"jonathan. yours?"
"scott griest"
[ pause ]
"scott who??"
i was leaving the office when i saw some guy watching a surf comp video in one of our conference rooms, so i invited myself in. he was watching the us open, which i guess toyota (our main client in this office) sponsered.
"what's your name?
"jonathan. yours?"
"scott griest"
[ pause ]
"scott who??"
real weather in socal??
was beginning to think that i'd have to leave southern california if i ever wanted to see lightning again, or hear some decent-sounding thunder for that matter. i'm into rain, but it has to be real rain. none of this los-angeles-spitting-fog stuff, but real rain complete with that blinding-flashing-thing-in-the-sky-that-leaves-a-permament-imprint-on-my-eardrum stuff.
like friday night, for example. we, my roommate and i, were heading up to big bear. from the moment we hit the 110, pretty much until we started going up the mountain, we had real rain. lightning that began in one place and forked seemingly across a quarter of the horizon. thunder that was so loud it was audible on the freeway, driving freeway speed, with rain hitting the windshield. life was good, and nature made me giddy, once again. it turned out to be beginning of what would be another great few days of existance.
boarding on saturday proved to be one of the best days of boarding i've had. snow was great, partly cloudy, and bear mountain was 100% open. i was stoked, because that meant that bear peak was open. geranimo, the only run (besides backcountry) on bear peak, hadn't been open for seemingly years. not once all last season, and not enough the season before that i got a chance to hit it. and, not only was it open, but coverage was great and not many people were on it (that whole nagging double-black-diamond thing...)
besides that being open, andy and i were riding well (read: FAST) and practicing (with much success..) our jumping.
to top it off, when we started making our way down the mountain, at the end of the day, it began to snow.
there's just something magical about seeing snow fall. something about seeing an array of white matter gently float right before your eyes. just kinda hang there, and slowly, as if on it's own little schedule, make it's way to the ground. it swirls and bends, and is noiseless. it's calming.
sigh
it's calming just to write about...
well, we hit 3k feet, snow turned to rain, and i was left to stash that back in the memory banks and join the rest of california on the 10 freeway.i dunno, maybe it it snowed more around these parts we wouldn't have so many angry people around here...
so, whatever, my drive to high school youth group on sunday morning was.... engaging.... i'm just glad i have a truck with good tires. so many cars, sliding all over the 405, trying to drive as if it was sunny and mild. i'm not going to complain this time. i'm just glad i got to my destination without making any sudden contact.
oh, and la nina?? whatever.... not this year...
was beginning to think that i'd have to leave southern california if i ever wanted to see lightning again, or hear some decent-sounding thunder for that matter. i'm into rain, but it has to be real rain. none of this los-angeles-spitting-fog stuff, but real rain complete with that blinding-flashing-thing-in-the-sky-that-leaves-a-permament-imprint-on-my-eardrum stuff.
like friday night, for example. we, my roommate and i, were heading up to big bear. from the moment we hit the 110, pretty much until we started going up the mountain, we had real rain. lightning that began in one place and forked seemingly across a quarter of the horizon. thunder that was so loud it was audible on the freeway, driving freeway speed, with rain hitting the windshield. life was good, and nature made me giddy, once again. it turned out to be beginning of what would be another great few days of existance.
boarding on saturday proved to be one of the best days of boarding i've had. snow was great, partly cloudy, and bear mountain was 100% open. i was stoked, because that meant that bear peak was open. geranimo, the only run (besides backcountry) on bear peak, hadn't been open for seemingly years. not once all last season, and not enough the season before that i got a chance to hit it. and, not only was it open, but coverage was great and not many people were on it (that whole nagging double-black-diamond thing...)
besides that being open, andy and i were riding well (read: FAST) and practicing (with much success..) our jumping.
to top it off, when we started making our way down the mountain, at the end of the day, it began to snow.
there's just something magical about seeing snow fall. something about seeing an array of white matter gently float right before your eyes. just kinda hang there, and slowly, as if on it's own little schedule, make it's way to the ground. it swirls and bends, and is noiseless. it's calming.
sigh
it's calming just to write about...
well, we hit 3k feet, snow turned to rain, and i was left to stash that back in the memory banks and join the rest of california on the 10 freeway.i dunno, maybe it it snowed more around these parts we wouldn't have so many angry people around here...
so, whatever, my drive to high school youth group on sunday morning was.... engaging.... i'm just glad i have a truck with good tires. so many cars, sliding all over the 405, trying to drive as if it was sunny and mild. i'm not going to complain this time. i'm just glad i got to my destination without making any sudden contact.
oh, and la nina?? whatever.... not this year...