Recent Dreams

Earlier this month, a couple members of the A-Team appeared in my dream. A-Lib was visiting the old mothership's North San Jose office (which does not exist) with his daughter. I tried to convince A-Lib to drive two miles from the office to meet me at a new fancy Thai restaurant in a run-down strip mall. In the dream, A-Lib's daughter was older, seven-years-old, and insisted on sitting in a high chair while she ate her noodles with impeccable manners.

Over the weekend, I dreamed that I was running in a log jungle gym the size of a city block that hovered over the ocean At the final destination at the opposite corner, there was an entry to a dorm building. I walked around two of the floors; and that is all I remember.

Dream update

Since I'm logged in, I may as well post...

This week has been a particularly odd week with dreams. And unfortunately the only highlight I can recall is I was dating a chick I worked with in the mid-90s.

Damn - I know I had a few very bizarre dreams...

I need to regularly post again, and determine any pattern for the dreams that I've been having as of late.

Anonymous

Apparently I have an online stalker - someone (possibly from Houston, Texas) who has too much free time to visit my outdated blog, and send comments, informing me that I'm an idiot and that my postings illustrate the hollow shell that I encapsulate. All of this is fine with me, really.

I'm elated to have affected their life to the degree of sending four comments, and return visits to my blog. Actually, it's been the most traffic my outdated blog has received in months.

While I should update my blog more regularly -- especially with endeavours aside from the shallow experiences I blogged about -- I have decided not to for no particular reason. It's my blog, and I post as frequently (or not) as I choose about whatever topic.

But what I ask of the anonymous commenter (because that is what they are - a commenter at most), is if they would like to engage with me in a discussion about anything -- especially why they cravenly send drive-by comments -- then please send another comment with contact information.

Otherwise, their ass can kiss my boot from this blog.

Knock, Knock

Who's there?

So it's 5:45 p.m., and I'm wrapping up the work week -- trying to clean my email inbox before the weekend, as well as schedule an interview for one of my execs -- when I heard a knock at the door.

I opened the door, and an exhausted early 60-something man practically begged me to take his flier. Damn. I thought it was UPS with a nifty package in hand. Boo. At any rate, I felt cheated because the knocker did not put too much effort into selling me on attending his church on March 22 and April 6. He essentially said, "Please come to our church... The information... Is all here." I said thanks, and then he turned and walked down the stairs. Maybe he knew that I was not interested, but he felt that he still needed to complete the transaction. I do not know.

This is all very timely you see... Last weekend, the artist formerly known as ThumbSucker and I visited a friend's boyfriend's Napa weekend retreat. And one of the other guests was raised by his mother who was or is a Jehovah's Witness. He made a documentary on the practice of knocking. Look it up. Or if you want, come over, and we can watch it.

Regardless, it has been some time since I was knocked up.

NyQuil vs. TheraFlu

I’ve been taking both NyQuil and TheraFlu the past couple nights, and decided that I prefer TheraFlu. It tastes better - seriously, it does not taste like medicine. Also, I do not feel as groggy the following morning. What else could you want?

Fever and other things

Yesterday I started feeling weak, then it hit when I returned from the office... Fever! I can take a pimple or a headache here and there, but a fever just knocks me and I can't think or do anything. I felt immobilized. ThumbSucker and I ate the same thing so I don’t think it was food poisoning. Besides, my stomach didn’t feel odd.

At any rate, I slept in this morning after sending a few text messages to handle a couple work-related things. In the afternoon, I popped a few vitamin C pills, drank green tea, and ate three cans of Campbell's cream of chicken soup. I’m sure my sodium levels are up. Regardless, I feel better.

I plan to start blogging again for several reasons. I have been having the most absurd and bizarre dreams. Last night's dream being a fine example, but I guess that is because I had a fever, and I was borderline delusional. Secondly, I really need to archive some of my thoughts and experiences, especially as it relates to ThumbSucker. A lot has happened since my last post in March. And trust me; I’ll do a great big catch up post. Hopefully I’ll capture everything.

As for my dream last night, I remember my last girlfriend and me hooking up on my mother's street, in broad daylight. I know it's bizarre. Then, I remember her asking me if I was gay, bi or straight since we just shagged. I told her that I didn't know, but she was an excellent shag and that was it. That segment of my dream ended with me hopping on a BMX bike and riding down the street.

F'ing odd!

mobilicity

Too bad mobilicity.com is taken. I was thinking of something along the lines of mobile publicity...

Got it? Good.

For Christmas, Meta04 gave me a subscription to Good Magazine. Reading Good Magazine is like reading what WIRED was ten years ago - fresh, new ideas for living, except Good Magazine has an environmental-, political- and human-conscious bent to it. Transparency in reporting is a focus. And there is relatively little advertising. Joy.

It's good.

Subscribe to the magazine for $20 a year, and receive six issues. What is even better is that the entire $20 will go to an organization of your choice. You are given 12 organizations to choose from, including World Wildlife Fund (climate change), Witness (human rights), Unicef (children's health), Teach for America (needed teachers), Creative Commons (technology and sharing), Millennium Promise (poverty alleviation).

Odd dream

Last week, I had another odd dream.

Ferrah, my last girlfriend's cousin and one of Ant's high school girlfriends, had blond hair. She's not blond in real life as she is half Filipino and English. At any rate, in my dream, we met by coincidence at a casual dining-type restaurant. Maybe it was a Marie Calendar's? (Goodness, I have not been to a Marie Calendar's since high school.) In the dream, my friend from Chicago said she looks like she is from Schaumburg, Illinois. Even though Ferrah was born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area, she changed her look. Ferrah said she moved because she has 62 cousins in Schaumburg.

Another segment of my dream was about the house in the LC. I dreamt that frogs, lizards and bear cubs broke into the house, and roamed madly. When I arrived, and entered the house, the lizards and bear cubs chased me around the house, trying to bite my legs. The next morning, I purchased the local paper, and read the break-in at my house was listed in the police blotter section.

Very odd.

Limp-wristed

Two Saturdays ago, I boarded the American Airlines plane, walked down the left aisle with my travel bag strapped to my left shoulder that hung on my right side. I lifted the strap off my shoulder, and that is when it happened - an acute pain from spraining my wrist. Damn! G'dammit! I didn't say anything, but winced, and continued, carrying my laptop side bag, garment bag and travel (duffel-like) bag to my seat.

I pushed my two larger bags into the overhead storage compartment with my left, while guiding them with my right hand. Damn that hurt.

At the last hour of the flight, I asked a flight attendant if I could have a bag of ice, to slow the swelling. It worked.

Fast forward to today. I continue to wear a wrist brace, which makes me feel gimpy. The pain is slight, but still present. Typing feels odd as I need to keep my wrist at a certain angle. Gear shifting while driving is manageable.

I want the healing done. Here is a link on what to do if you sprain your wrist. http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/sprainsstrains/a/wristsprain_2.htm

Until full healing, I am trying my ambidextrous skills.