Dear Estrip:

I love you and I love this wine. Like this wine, I have no idea what varietal you are or what soil you've grown in. I just like the way you "pair" with stuff.

Like this wine, you are always good for conversation or a hearty laugh.

Anyways, I babble to much. We'll hang out again soon.

Addios.

This is me procrastinating. I should finish updating my resume and apply for this job but its freaking me out.

My college roommate's wife's father's coworker's wife works at a company in Rochester that apparently is hiring EE's. (They are also paying a handy finders fee, which explains how it made it through the grapevine to me.)


Instead I've made a plot of my income for the past 10 years!
Social Security sent me a letter this week listing how much I've paid in etc. (Social Security, like Heaven, sounds really nice but unfortunately I don't think I'll live/die to see either.)



[All values are normalized to 2008 dollars]
The first years income comes solely from dishwashing. I probably made slightly more than SS knows cause I used to be paid in cash in a greasy white envelope. For a long time I didn't even know how much I made per hour because it seemed to change from week to week.

The line looks pretty low but I felt flush with cash in high school. Especially when I was a busboy and got tipped. I had quite the roll of 1's.

The plateau is summers during college at a summer camp. I worked on the maintenance/facility crew and it was the awesomeest job I've probably had. Supposedly it put me behind (instead of having internships) but I wouldn't trade being outside all summer long for anything.

The rest is after college.


Anyhow I should finish (start) this application. I'm as nervous as a whore in church about this, for a few reasons but none of them should really matter.

Its not that I don't like to get up in the morning, its just that the Time just before you wake up is some of the best sleeping possible.
Is it really that bad to extend that super-quality a little by hitting the snooze button for like an hour?

It probably is. So I'm always looking for ways to mess with my future waking self. Sometimes I'll make the alarm clock fast by strange numbers ( 5 or 10 minutes is too easy, needs to be 9 or 23!)

So I got the idea of putting a lamp on a timer to assist in the getting the fuck up procedure.

I got this little baby:




Its easier to set and doesn't make a whirring sound like the mechanical timer I used before it. It even has a random feature so the lamp goes off sometime between 6:00 and 6:30 for maximum fuckery.

This morning I was in that awesome dream twilight. In the dream I was chilling in a misty forest and I looked up at the sky and the dream froze, cracked, and then fell into little pieces.
It as the fucking lamp going off at 6:01.

That was a horrible way to start the day ( and I was in a rotten mood most of the day) so I'm only going to give the random feature one more chance.


Also, I've been thinking a lot, and I think the best way to get up is to get up exactly when the alarm goes off. Every morning.
I will try that eventually

Hey look what I got.

My cousin broke up with his girlfriend and I guess she gave me this old book. (Thanks Sara!)



Its an old Atlas from the mid 1930s.


So its kinda interesting to see buffalo from a little while back.

The Rockpile used to be a reservoir?? I didn't know that






Up elmwood:




Buffalo was a pretty happening city in 1935.
I keep finding cool stuff on this map. Should I put more up? Waterfront, downtown, Black Rock, 1st Ward?


Up next: Map of Rochester. Smaller city -> more detailed map. The Rochester map shows every little shop and shows how much got wiped out when 490/The Inner Loop got put in.

Its so cold and terrible outside. I just want to stay inside for a long time.

This apartment has radiant heat and I think its the best thing since indoor plumbing. THE BEST.


4-day week this week thanks to the first day of gun hunting in Michigan on Friday. Gotta love the Uncle Generous.