Life Changes, Whether We Want It To Or Not

Things are changing rapidly, so here’s where I’m at.

I’m forcing myself to adapt, but not without kicking and screaming like a 5 year old in full tantrum.

Currently I work 4 days and get 3 days off -cool, no? But this last few days I find myself sitting at home, staring at the walls, wondering how in the hell I’m going to cope with 7 days off and no money.

So I started a new blog, The Smoking Pan, for recipes and maybe a little food photography. Lord knows I’ve got enough lights, props, and lenses to setup a small studio, so I might as well use some of it.

I’ve also started house cleaning in earnest, and I’m sure I’m going to receive hate mail from the garbage collectors, because I’ve got tons of shit junk and crap that I never got around to doing anything with. Now all those things I was going to fix are cheaper to replace than repair. And the stuff I saved because I might need it some day is getting under foot.

I’m also going to dump a lot of posts from RCNevada. (this blog). Maybe this will allow me to get organized, probably not, but it’s worth a try. And all those whiny posts are starting to annoy me beyond what I’m willing to tolerate.

I know I need to get out of the house or I’ll wind up one of those cranky old hermits who forgets to bath and goes around talking to himself. So, I bought a pair of very light weight hiking boots and plan on forcing myself to get my happy ass out and about.
propet hinking boot
These are a pair of Propet Ridge Walker Hiking Boots.

They run narrow so I went from a 4e to a 5e and so far they don’t feel too bad. Of course today is the first day I’ve worn them so I won’t know for sure until late tomorrow. You’ve got to find out what happens when your feet swell, and trust me, they will. Especially when you’re hiking.

So here’s the plan: I force myself to get up early and get out and get back home before the temperature hits shake and bake. Then when I get back I start painting the bathrooms, and so on.

In the meantime a friend just offered me a job watching surveillance video, which sounds about as much fun as watching paint dry. But, it’s money in my pocket and someplace to go so I’m thinking about it.

Life goes on.

Notebook and Sharpie Pen

A friend gave me this notebook to write in.
Write what you ask? Why my thoughts of course. –She’s an old hippie turned new age, whatever they call themselves.


Dance in the rain? Yeah right, my mamma said I had a choice, I could get struck by lightning, or I could get struck by her hand if I didn’t get my ass back in the house.
Yup, she instilled in me the good sense to come in out of the rain.

Any way, on recommendation of a travel writer, I tried a sharpie pen, which is exactly what it sounds like, a very fine point sharpie.
fine tip sharpie

You can see what happens when you don’t lift your hand high enough or tilt the pen too much. At least it doesn’t bleed through. Because of the way I write it still makes a mess. –So it’s back to ball points.
sharpie text
(And for those of you who know me, I can read it even if you can’t.)

Bamboo Pillow

A friend gave me a bamboo pillow from Holy Sheets to review. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. It’s the same thing I thought when I heard the name. Who the heck wants to sleep on a pile of bamboo?

Anyway, only the cover is bamboo. They make the cloth by breaking down the bamboo fibers with large machines and lots of chemicals to make a nice soft rayon out of it. –But no; no matter what you’ve read, it’s not an Eco-friendly process. The bamboo may be Eco-friendly and infinitely renewable, but all those chemicals would make the EPA twitchy.

And this is how it comes:
Squeezed in to a plastic bag and stuffed into this drawstring carrier. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with the carrier. All I know is that it seems too nice to waste but there’s no way in Hell I can stuff that pillow back in to the original package.
bamboo pillow sack
pillow in bag
It’s got a cover that’s says “bamboo” in great big letters, but according to the tag it’s only 10% bamboo and the other 90% is polyester. Which is strange since the ad says it’s 25% bamboo. This left me feeling like I’d been Bamboozled. And the foam chunks on the inside are shredded memory foam. –Until today I had no idea, or for that matter even the slightest interest in finding out, what memory foam is made of. –So I broke down and looked up memory foam in the source of all knowledge, the Wikipedia, and it says “Memory foam is polyurethane with additional chemicals increasing its viscosity and density.” That description doesn’t even let them pretend that the foam is Eco-friendly.

Those jumbled up pieces of odd sized foam must be what gives the pillow those “unique air chambers.” All I know for sure is that, air chambers or no air chambers, after it expands it’s still kind of lumpy.
lumpy bamboo

Well in spite of first impressions and the fact that I prefer a firm pillow, I decided to give it a chance. Now that I’ve slept on it for three nights and gotten used to my head slowly sinking into the pillow, it’s comfortable. It’s not as warm as I expected, considering that it surrounds my head, but it’s not as cool as the advertising would lead you to believe. However, if you partner it with a bamboo pillow case it will probably be a lot cooler.

From the HolySheets website:
Features & Benefits

Designed for back or side sleepers.
Unique air chambers increase air flow for a cool night’s sleep.
Classic pillow shape provides luxurious feel.
Soft bamboo cover wicks away heat and up to 4x its weight in moisture for a cooler sleep experience!
Machine Washable.

As Performers Continue to be Arrested, #iTOMB Keeps Calm and Carries On:)

This is an excerpt of a post by David Everitt-Carlson: starving artist, Occupy Wall Street protester and owner/author of “I Think Outside My Box” (iTOMB)

As Performers Continue to be Arrested, #iTOMB Keeps Calm and Carries On:)

Soviet Union 1975: A violinist was arrested in the subway last week for, you didn’t guess it, playing a violin. And yes, those of us old enough to remember what we were told about that evil Soviet empire at the time might find that odd, but that was then, and this is now – in America, nonetheless.

How’s that New World Order workin’ out for ya.

But Matthew Christian, the violinist and staunch advocate of Buskers Rights, is not alone. All over the city musicians, performers and artists are being summonsed, arrested and harassed for their exercise of their, and your, First Amendment rights. And if you don’t think that really matters to you, read on.

This is an interesting perspective on artists rights in NYC. – Remember, if it can happen in New York City it can happen here.