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Welcome to my Web site. My name is Chris, and I’ll be your host. I live in Austin, Texas, with my partner, Ray, and our child dog, Mocha. You can read more about me, learn 100 random things about me, and if you’re wondering what the heck a khowaga is, click here. Feel free to browse, read, and leave comments!

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Writer’s Block

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010

It’s been a while.

My self-appointed critic, in the parlance of Amelia Peabody, has been on me.  “You haven’t written anything,” he tells me.  And so, I think about what to write.  And I think.

At about 12:30 this morning, I had a brilliant idea.  I remember thinking that it wouldn’t go so well with the photo above, but it was an idea.  Naturally, I didn’t write it down, and I don’t remember what it was.

Such is life.

Classes are back in session at the university.  This means that there are a lot of people floating around who weren’t there last week, and I’m feeling a bit claustrophobic as a result.

There was also a squealing session in our reading room worthy of Sex in the City (and just as annoying) in a mixture of Arabic and French: Habibi!  Bonjour!  Zayyik?  Tout va bien?

Khowaga does not squeal, thank you very much.

At any rate.  I am here, I am alive, and I am very much uninspired.  Inspiration will strike, and I shall write again, never fear.

Just … not today :)

Of Doors and Windows

Friday, January 8th, 2010

A blanket thanks to everyone who commented or messaged or Facebooked or Twittered (Tweeted?  Twitted?) the past couple of days.

Ray is doing OK — he’s still not entirely sure what to do with himself all day long, but that’s probably to be expected.  On the flip side, he’s giving serious thought to going to school full time this spring semester since he’s pretty close to being able to claim an Associate’s degree–were it not for the fact that two of the classes he has left to take have to be done in sequence, he could knock it out this semester, but even so he can probably have it in hand after the first summer term.  And we’ve done the budget, and things are going to be tight — no more frivolous purchases for a while, but we’re not going to be starving.

He hasn’t quite reached the anger stage yet — I am still expecting to come home one afternoon to find “Death to Dell” splashed on the wall in chocolate syrup.  Seems only fair.

On the way in this morning, I was hearing news about the economic forecast — the recession is slowing down!  Less jobs are being lost!

Is this supposed to be a consolation?  Or am I just finally realizing how full of shit the media is?  And by “Media” I mean “NPR,” since god knows I can’t watch CNN or any of the other major news outlets … and certainly not Fox.  Yes, things are looking up.  Unless you happen to be one of the seven million people who’ve lost their job since this mess started.

I blame the Bush administration.  I don’t know why it’s their fault, but it just is.  Makes me feel better.  Also helps me forget my disillusionment with the Obama administration.

On another note.  If you haven’t been following my 365 project, check it out.  Yesterday’s photo garnered a lot of attention on Flickr, much to my surprise.  The photos that seem to be popular are the ones that I’m putting the least thought into.  What does that say about me?  I wonder.

Anyway.  It’s a cold weekend down here in Texas (it’s currently 24 F, -4 C), and I know we’re still likely better off than most everyone else.  Hope you’re keeping warm!

P.S. And, no, I’m not talking about the game last night.

Up in the Air

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

If I can borrow from my new blog for a moment.

6/365: Up in the Air

I saw the movie Up in the Air on Christmas Day with my parents.  The movie, in case you haven’t seen it, stars George Clooney as a man who works for a company that gets subcontracted to assist employees with “career transitions”–essentially, this means that Clooney is the guy who gets to deliver the news that they’re being laid off, and his company supposedly offers placement services.

One of the things that I thought was a bit of a Christopher Buckley-esque touch was the “packet.”  Every employee who went through the process got a packet of information with some flowery cover and a positive inspirational message.  “Your true career awaits,” or some such bull shit.

Ray called me this morning on my cell phone.  I was in a meeting with Kim, my assistant, and almost rejected the call, but I answered it, figuring that he was calling with a quick question about condiment placement or something similar.

Instead, he was oddly formal.  “Good morning, Chris,” he said.
“Hi,” I said.
“I just wanted to call and let you know that my 12 year career at [name of employer] just ended.”
“What??”
“I just got laid off.”

I was in shock, naturally, and at the urging of my boss and several other people, I went home.  In addition to finding Ray sitting on the sofa watching a television that wasn’t actually on, I discovered that, among the paperwork that he’d brought home, was a packet just like the one that George and Anna Kendrick handed out in the movie.

I’m less enthusiastic about this as a device used in reality as opposed to in the movies.

We’re going to be OK.  Ray is, understandably, still in a daze–he worked there for 12 years.  “I’ve been with them longer than I’ve been with you,” he said at one point.  But he got a decent severance, and we’ve put together a budget, and we’ll be able to make ends meet for a while, even if we have to tighten our belt straps.

But, man … we did not see this coming.  But, that’s life, though, ain’t it?  We will get through this, no matter how unpleasant it may be.

At least Mocha will have someone to pay attention to her all day long for a while.

Back to da grind

Monday, January 4th, 2010

Playtime’s over, children, and it’s back to work.

Nearly everyone I’ve spoken to had an absolutely wretched night’s sleep — I, myself, tossed and turned until well after 3, when I finally fell asleep and engaged in stress dreams about work stuff.  Hence, when the alarm went off at 6, and I took a good look in the bathroom mirror, I was kind of thankful for my allergy eyedrops so that I didn’t look quite so much like I’d wandered off the set of The Hangover 2.

Things about which I am thankful: This year, I did not have a series of increasingly desperate-slash-hostile voice mail messages beginning on December 23 and continuing through the winter break from someone who needed something right now who was, apparently, not listening to the part of my outgoing message when I said the office was closed.  (The fact that she had had eight months to deal with the issue before it reached the urgent stage and had failed to do so was, naturally, my problem.)  This year, I had a single, solitary hang up.

My relief at the lack of mail in my inbox (couple pieces of junk) was tempered a bit by the fact that stuff I needed to be in there wasn’t.  Also, the fax machine had broken about five minutes after we all left, and God may know where the faxes sent in the meantime have gone, but our Canon Ikon technician does not.

The plants lived through the two weeks without fluorescent light or water.  The men’s restroom, however, was clearly not cleaned the entire time we were on skeleton crew — and yes, it was used.  There is ample evidence of that, and it’s quite disgusting.

Also, a coworker threatened to wear a Snuggie to the office because it’s cold (they turned down the heat in all the buildings over the break).  It’s almost enough to make me want to draft a dress code policy for the sole purpose of banning Snuggies.

Surprisingly, I was kind of productive right up until about 2:30 when my energy started to wane.

And so … it’s back to the grind.  Almost like we never left … sigh.

Happy new year?

Happy New Year!

Saturday, January 2nd, 2010

Yes, I’m a day late and a dollar short, but *meh.

I’m not sure whether it’s that we’re getting older, that our usual party hosts are, like everyone else in the free world, feeling the pinch of a hard economy, or that we were just feeling less celebratory than usual, but the New Year’s gathering – which was nice, don’t get me wrong – came to an early end.  And I’ll be honest—I didn’t mind so much.

I was annoyed, however, that we weren’t able to watch the ball drop in Times Square live.  Apparently, the networks have finally caught on to the fact that we’re not all on the east coast and started tape-delaying the NYE celebrations, which meant that at midnight in New York, which is 11 pm here, we were almost unable to do our usual “one hour left” countdown—until, that is, that I discovered we could watch the proceedings en directo por Univision.

Anyway.  New Year’s Day was a slow affair: I took down the Christmas decorations, discovering in the process that I’d left most of the good ones off the tree this year (Ray acquired a new, ornament specific container, which I may have slightly mocked but did turn out to be cursed useful).  I made chili, not because it’s a tradition (the traditional Tex Mex foods for New Year’s are either menudo or pozole), but because it’s cursed cold down here and it seemed appropriate.  Elliot went home with his mother, and, as predicted, Mocha started moping even though she spent the entire time we were dogsitting pretending she was annoyed by his presence.

And I posted my first picture to my 365 project.

What does 2010 bring to the table?  Well, here’s what I’ve got penciled in so far:

  • I’m going to Egypt in March with yet another group in tow—my parents are coming this time.
  • I’m taking fourth year Arabic again in the spring semester, in large part because I will need a recommendation letter come fall when…
  • … I apply to the doctoral program in History.  Which also necessitates…
  • … taking the bloody bollocky GRE exam at some point in late spring or summer because apparently my 12 year old scores from 1998 have “expired.”
  • I have business trips lined up to San Angelo, Kilgore, Mount Pleasant, Edinburg, and Laredo, Texas.  You know you’re jealous.
  • I also have business trips on the horizon to either Savannah or Denver (probably Denver) and San Diego.
  • There is the potential—in my own mind, if not reality—for a visit to Brazil in summer.
  • And the potential for a trip to New York City in late spring.
  • And, of course, my 365 photo project.

So much to do!  But first … I’m going to have another cup of coffee.

Happy New Year, everyone!

 

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