Stockholm wakes up slowly
on drugs and mourning grief
the pure snow is for rent now
to all of Kungsholms square
It feels like when I came
here
way back in 93
Kent’s LP from last year, Tillbaka Till Samtiden (translation: Back To The Present) is pretty darn good. I find that this band never quite ever slips away from my consciousness… even when I haven’t listened to any of their songs in a long time. Another band that haunts my brain constantly is Grandaddy, though I rarely, if ever, listen to any of their stuff. Weird.
Well, the money is not back in my bank account just yet. I have received credit for it through PayPal, and all that is left is to transfer the funds. It’s an effing miserable annoyance, though. To think that these things just ‘happen’ electronically. It just makes me that much more wary of doing any kind of business through the wires. But it’s convenient and almost necessary for certain things, now. I keep thinking about how much control we’ve surrenderd from our daily lives to technology… all in the name of ‘convenience’.
I went waterskiing over the weekend, and also wake-boarding. It was quite a lot of fun.
I must work a hell hell hell of a lot in the next few days. I get up earlier than ever (awake by 3:30am, clocking in at 4:30am) and I’m making more food for more people in one day than I have in recent memory (something on the order of 300 people). These are the days that are rewarding (monetarily) but which also have the effect of draining away my happiness quite completely. I don’t want to be a dried prune… but if I am… then I am.
I should probably get a normal job. I should try try try really hard to get one. Harder than ever.
I can now count myself among the 65% of people under the age of thirty who have been the victim of identity theft. I have no clue how it happened. I have no idea how these miscreants in Vietnam got a hold of my financial information. The way it stands now, there are two possibilities: it was somehow phished/pharmed by a malicious piece of software directly from my computer as I browsed the web, OR, it was stolen from eBay or PayPal through an independent hack of their own systems (one that would be not yet publicized, if this is indeed the case).
In any case, pending an investigation by PayPal and eBay, I shall be refunded my $598.00 shortly.
I can only hope that it won’t happen again. Time to beef up the security!
I made 85 Italian Combos for this guy’s racing team on Sunday. They were flying from Toledo Airport to MIS (The Michigan International Speedway) for a race… then after that, off to Bristol!
It consumed a good 6 hours of my day of rest. Rest. Yes… and then I wound up winding down and taking a ‘nap’ which lasted for 4 hours. Yep. Let it never be said that I am not usually in some kind of transitional/abnormal sleep schedule… hard as I try to be normal and all that.
I need to swim again.
I hope Michael’s team enjoyed their sandwiches. Hand-crafted, each and every bit, by myself… and a couple of other people I got to help me out. Okay, okay, I’ll give credit where credit is due:
Mike - thanks for slicing the tops off of all those peppers.
Amanda - thanks for sticking a bazillion cookies into bags.
Maureen- thanks for giving me the haircut venue tips and for slicing extra turkey butt up.
Kelly - thanks for calling people on the phone because I don’t like phones. And you have a great phone voice.
