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2007
February 28 2007 -- Update from Jax.
Updates include: work, friends, and psycho shower scene.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
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Secret to whiter teeth
May 9th 2009 -- Mexico city, Montezuma, and time to Man up.
May 31, 2007 -- Tired and
creating a musical wish list.
June 20th, 2007 -- I'm in
charge of the shop -- quick call for loans!
July 23rd, 2007 -- Best advice from a
song ever!
July 25th, 2007 -- Two funerals and a
wedding.
August 22nd, 2007 -- That's it, I'm
voting for Mitt Romney.
August 28th, 2007 -- News, news, get
your news here!
February 28, 2007 (updates from work, friends, and the
shower)
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Vacation in Jax
Current mood:
happy
So the first update in a while. This will seem random, maybe
boring, interesting in point #6, but bear with me:
1. Work. So I have done an offshore wireline job as the lead
engineer. So far I have done 4 jobs total, and my gross revenue
generated is over 1 million dollars. It would take me 30 jobs and 5
months to do that on land. My recent job was in 6700 feet of water,
about 150 miles off in the
Gulf of Mexico. That's called "ultradeep"
(meaning in more than 5000 feet of water). It was pretty impressive
to be on that rig.
2. Friends. So I'm in Jax for a few days visiting friends and
family. Hopefully will catch up with Scott Hopkins and Andrew
Chiang. I got in touch with Matt Bowser (still living in
Alaska) this week -- that was
awesome. He has two beautiful kids -- check him out at
http://matthewnkim.blogspot.com/. Also briefly chatted with
Glynda Hailey (MSM coordinator form UF now working at AVMed) and
Ryan Hajdaj. I will also celebrate my sister Alaina's birthday on
Saturday, which is also my twin nephew/niece's birthday as well!
3. Workout. I have changed my workout routine for the first time
in about 3 years. I've kept the same workout since I left college,
when Lance Carroll and I worked out for a couple years together. It
was very useful to someone who didn't have a spot and consisted of
4-set exercise: dumbbell press, preacher curl, butterfly, tricep
extension, bicep curl. The workout was very good in increasing
biceps, and maintaining everything else. My "new" routine is focused
on more "total" exercises and legs. It is: row, dumbbell press,
squat, calf raise, preacher curl, tricep extension, hamstring pull,
leg extension, chin up. The goal here is more total strength and
focus on legs.
4. Phone. I got a nice phone a couple of days ago and switched to
Cingular wireless after a 6 year relationship with Verizon. I really
don't have much to complain about verizon -- they had coverage in
some of
North Dakota when I lived there,
so that was great. But Cingular just had a better plan, a good
phone, and a company discount. Hopefully I'll figure out how to use
the phone ;)
5. Coworkers. So there is a guy that I work with, Theo Feriera,
who is almost identical to Richard Dubay. He is even left handed,
and unbelievably, went by the nickname "duby" in high school. I
think that I'm living in the twilight zone.
6. Shower mirror. So in the effort of saving time in the morning
I bought a fogless mirror for my bathroom so that I can shave in the
shower. While this has reduced approximately 120 seconds off my
morning routine, there has been a more...sinister....consequence. If
there is anyone with a queasy stomach, weak heart, elderly,
expectant mothers, or future mates, I ask that you not read the rest
of this entry. So I used to "sing" in the bathroom. I know, I know,
I'm still working on just talking, why would I try to sing? My new
mirror comes with an FM tuner and cd player. While at first you
might think, "well now there is real music, you have no need to
sing," and you'd be right. But there was an unforeseen result, which
resulted in a much, MUCH more deviant behavior.
I now dance in the shower.
I will answer the obvious, yet expectant question in your head
right now that you are too embarrassed to ask. Yes. Yes, I do take
showers naked. And if there is anything in the world that I do worse
than sing, it is dance. And much unlike salt -- in which a highly
poisonous substance (chlorine) can mix with an extremely explosive
substance (sodium) to produce something not harmful, but beneficial
to the human body, my nakedness and bad dancing ability in NO WAY
somehow cancel each other to produce a beautiful thing. I'm lucky
I'm still single, because if I ever had a partner, I could have
seriously injured her. And if anyone, particularly male, has ever
danced naked, you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about.
Ok, so I've covered the boring, mundane, and way too personal.
Mission accomplished.
--boone |
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007
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Secret to whiter teeth? Eat more peanuts!
Category:
Life
I would have chose "hygiene" for my category, but they didn't
have that.....
Anyway, for Christmas, my mother got me this "5 minute whitening"
solution from Crest. (Not that my teeth are yellow or anything, it's
just my mother, she just wants her son to have bright teeth, like
Paul Newman, that's all.) I started using it. Problem is, I don't
usually have the time to sit down for five minutes while I put
baking powder on my teeth. Solution? I do it anytime I sit down on
the toilet for the usual business. This seemed to work, except that
I don't "go" enough. Well, after much thought (because I do not want
to be ungrateful and spurn my mother's gift), I realized that
peanuts are one of the few foods that makes me "go" more often.
So, if I want whiter teeth, I'll just eat more peanuts. I'm
halfway through my 1 lb can of Planter's.
--boone
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May 9th 2009
-- Mexico City, Montezuma, and time to Man up
So I went to Mexico City for a week long management
training session. I show up by myself and decide what better thing to do
than walk around in a foreign country at night by yourself? So that's
just what I did. I walked around near the hotel, which was located near
the American Embassy at the Plaza de Angel. I met a very nice man named
Jose from Vera Cruz, which I thought nothing of at the time, but became
a theme throughout the week -- me meeting nice Mexican men. For example,
later that week, a man named Jesus (pronounced "Hey Zues!") in a casino
which me and another white friend (who speaks Spanish) were watching LA
playing Phoenix in the NBA playoffs. Jesus started his conversation by
asking us if we went to any strip clubs. My friend had gone, and I had
not. From this point on he started paying more attention to me. When my
friend finally went to the bathroom, Jesus leaned close and asked me in
decent English, "So, men or women?" To which I only responded one word,
many times, over and over again: "Chica!"
Yes, we were in the center of the gay district, and it
was yet another cultural experience for me. Because I knew so little
Spanish, and had green eyes, I was targeted more than my other
classmates, which provided them with tons of entertainment.
The important thing is that now I can die a happy man. I
went to Lucha Libre. If you do not know what this is -- check out Jack
Black's Nacho Libre. That's right, I went to the Mexican WWF. I
convinced a local coworker to take us (a bunch of gringos) to the bad
part of town to watch the match. It is much like the WWF, except that
masks are very important (that and the fact that it is VERY popular,
especially with the "rougher" side of Mexico). You see, every wrestler
has a mask, and it is the ultimate humiliation to have your mask taken
off by your enemy. So obviously they are selling masks outside the
Mexico City Arena. I bought Ray Mysterio's mask. Only after I bought it,
and people kept on pushing me and staring at me did my friends tell me
that everyone in Mexico hates Ray Mysterio for going to USA and
wrestling for the WWF instead of Lucha Libre. I think only my intense
"blue steel" look kept me alive.

My plan was to wear the mask the entire next day during
the training, but Montezuma had other ideas. For those of you who are
unfamiliar with the phrase "Montezuma's Revenge" -- well, I'll just let
you google it. I slept in that day.
And in other news, I finally manned up and bought a
motorcycle. It's a low-end cruiser, but so far a complete blast. I
picked it up from Chip Tannehill, a real cool coworker from Minnesota
who's lived in Africa and Alaska for the past 4 years. Here's a pic. A
coworker who found out that I bought the bike from Chip, asked me, "Do
you know how to ride a bike?" To which I was *finally* able to
respond, "I do now."
--boone
May 31, 2007 - Thursday
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Tired and creating a musical wish list
Current mood:
tired
So I'm about to fly out to a BP rig -- the deep water horizon.
It's a pretty nice, very large rig. The nice thing is that the BP
heliport is here in Houma, and they generally put us on the noon
flight, so I can sleep in before we fly out.
But....for some reason I couldn't sleep at all. I've been up
since 6:30 rolling around in my bed and finally getting up at like
8:00. Because of this, I'm all packed up and have some time to "blog".
So the following is a list of songs, that, if I could play
guitar, I would learn. The order below is not significant, but these
are the first songs that I would try to learn for better or worse. I
need any suggestions that you guys have!
Simple Man by Lynard Skynard
Lake of Fire by Nirvana
Pretty much every song on Weezer's blue album
It is well with my soul by I don't know who
If that Ain't Country by David Allen Coe
And if I knew electric guitar, I'd include several others, tops
among them would be Yellow Led Better by Pearl Jam...which reminds
me, a friend sent me the mysterious lyrics here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLd22ha_-VU
PEACE! |
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June 20, 2007 - Wednesday
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I'm in charge of the shop -- quick call for
tool loans!
Current mood:
content
We're having a special on OBMI's -- ask for 2 get a 3rd for
free!!
So it is funny. When I lived in North Dakota & Montana, I was
always on call. I was the senior engineer, and we didn't have
secretaries. So I handled anything that came through the shop. This
was my first day doing that in Louisiana, and I was a lot less
confident than I expected. But this is how you get better, right?
In other news, MY PARENTS ARE COMING TO HOUMA! That's exciting,
because my parents need a break from my loving sisters that can wear
them down. I also get to show them my life. I mean, this is the
first apt I've ever lived in that I bought decorations for. We'll
also be taking a swamp tour on an air boat and a fishing charter.
Also, Ian Otto who is getting married July 20th, just broke his
ankle in 3 spots last night. So we (the groomsmen) might be wearing
shorts to the ceremony so that he doesn't stand out :)
later
--boone |
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July
25, 2007 - Wednesday
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Two funerals and a wedding
Current mood:
contemplative
Category:
Life
Well I was
almost to Tallahassee when I got a phone call from John Harrell. He
had called me twice while I was in
Atlanta on Monday, but I
was busy and just figured I'd call him back when I could...
His
father, Andy Harrell, passed away on Sunday. I turned around back
to Jax.
John is
one of the best people that I've ever met on earth. I say that
without hyperbole. His grasp on Christian living in today's world is
like none other. He does not judge, but loves the lord. He always
assumes the best in people, which is something that I struggle with,
because he always has the best in him. This quality makes him the
most capable person I know to offer construct criticism. I mean, he
is an artist at it. John will be honest with you and you come away
without the feeling defensive. Now of coarse he has his faults, like
the time that he broke up with that girl over email. Or when he
broke up with the other girl by ordering dinner, asking for the
bill, and then leaving the restaurant (now in his defense that one
had "cheated" on him). But for the most part, especially if you're
not considering how he ends relationships, he is just a great human
being. And he did save my life. We were roommates one year and went
out surfing. Near the mouth of the
St. Johns. During a
North-Easter. During a small-craft advisory. When there was no one
else. Needless to say I ended up getting rescued about a mile out to
sea in a Navy helicopter that John had sent after he was slammed
into the rocks, cut up (requiring dozens of stitches *all over* his
body and plastic surgery to his face), and swam 200 yards to shore.
He literally saved my life.
Anyway,
Andy was his father. I met him at least 6 or 7 times. And we got
along really well. He went to school with my mother and father. He
was *always* laughing and telling corny jokes (which, if you know
me, you know that I love). The ironic thing is that John is a nurse.
And when my dad started getting really sick and looked like he was
going to die with his lung disease, John would talk to me about it
all the time. And now, 4 years later, my dad (though still sick) is
alive and John's dad is dead. I can' remember the short story that I
read in high school about the 4 men who escape a capsized ship on a
little dingy. The dingy flips near an island and the 4 men try to
make it to shore. They all make it except for the one man who was in
the best shape of them all. The author wanted to show the power and
randomness of nature. And I guess the irony of life. That's a pretty
good allegory for what has happened here.
So I'm
back in Jax, for my 2nd funeral this week. And Ian's
marriage. And a good time in
Atlanta. Life really is
a "chasing after the wind." There is a time for everything under the
sun as stated in the same book (Ecclesiastics).
I suppose
it's only natural to for humans to think of eternal things when
confronted with life's greatest highs (marriages) and lows (deaths).
And so I guess it's expected that I too am thinking that way now. I
know that I usually only share spiritual things with my very close
friends, and that's not because I'm trying to hide who I am with
others, or anything like that. I just don't want to make people
uncomfortable (as I have done in the past), and I don't expect
people to really understand how my beliefs affect my life unless
they really know me well. But it is not secret that I believe there
are countless truths in the bible, and that there is a life after
this one (and I agree with what a new friend recently told me, "and
the next life looks pretty good too"). And I feel at piece knowing
that I have seen evidence of the similar beliefs in both Andy
Harrell and David McDonald (the other funeral I attended), because I
think that one of ultimate truths in this life hold for the next –
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July
23, 2007 - Monday
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Best advice from a song ever!
Category:
Music
The best advice I
think that I've ever had from any song, ever written, is from Kenny
Rogers' The Gambler. Press and hold "shift" and click on this link
to hear the song while you read this blog:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kn481KcjvMo
I'll now give you my allegorical interpretation of the lyrics. This
may be obvious for some, but I have some non-US readers and I'll be
basic so that there is nothing lost in the slang.
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You got to
know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
When you
are dealt cards, if you think you have the best cards in the game,
you hold onto them and play the round. Otherwise, if you think your
cards would lose, you "fold" or give up. In life you have to make
choices, often without all the information that you would like –
much like in a card game where you know what you have in your hand,
but you do not know the other player's cards. You still have to
decide, and knowing when to "go for it" or to "give up" is a key
part of being sucessful in your life.
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
Card games
in the old west were notorious for violence. If the other players
thought you were cheating (even if you were not), they could take
your money, beat you up, or kill you. This would happen especially
if you were winning a lot. Knowing when to walk away, even if you
are leaving some potential earnings behind, could let you get out
with what you have already earned and maybe save your life. So not
being too greedy with your life, knowing when to walk away with what
you have won, will also bring success. Knowing when to run is the
extreme case when you are in trouble and walking won't be fast
enough ;)
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
To be
successful in gambling, or life, you need full concentration. When
the cards are being dealt, maintain your focus on *what you are
doing right then*. Do not be distracted by events that have already
happened or may have no bearing on the immediate decision. That is,
do not worry about hands that you have already won or lost, or
decisions that have gone good or bad for you – neither affects your
current decision. Do not worry about the peripheral stuff, and
concentrate on the decision (knowing when to hold, or when to fold)
right then and there.
Therell be
time enough for countin when the dealins done.
Knowing
where you stand in life is important, but just "count your chips" at
the appropiate time. Once the dealing is done, then you can stop and
take stock of your success or failures.
Now evry
gambler knows that the secret to survivin
Again,
gambling mimics life.
Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
Another
way of saying knowing when to hold them and when to fold them.
cause evry hands a winner and evry hands a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
Every
choice in your life, like every hand in a poker game, can be a
winner, or a loser, no matter what. If you play the game (live life)
you will be dealt bad hands (bad choices) now and then. That is a
fact. These can still be "winners" because then your goal is to
cause your opponnets to win as little as possible on a hand where
they could have won a lot. Likewise, you can ruin a great hand, even
if you win that hand, by not getting as much money as you could have
with your cards. So, in life, you will occasionally have to make a
tough choice, and if you minimize your loses, that actually is a way
to stay successful.
So when hed finished speakin, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
Obviously
the gambler dies. But what I like about it is that Kenny called it
"breaking even" – because that's the best you can hope to do in
life.
Great
words of wisdom in this song. Reminds me of when Richard Dubay and I
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August 22, 2007 - Wednesday
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That’s it -- he like state’s rights -- I’m
voting for Romney
Current mood:
happy
Category:
News and Politics
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070822/ap_po/romney_ap_interview
I know it's early, and I always reserve the right to change my
mind, but this is the first presidential candidate in recent history
that I can recall championing states rights. I'm now an official
Romney fan.
In other news, I just got a new CD: The Almost -- Southern
Weather. A side project of Underoath. A lot softer than underoath,
I'd say with a sound in between Gin Blossoms and Foo Fighters. Good
stuff so far.
This is my 10 days off, so hopefully I'll post a couple blogs up
on the pizage.
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August 28, 2007 - Tuesday
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News, news, get your news here!
Current mood:
excited
The real reason why
I haven't blogged so much lately:
I've been driving
rather than flying on my days off. That's right, anyone who reads
these posts frequently know that I usually get my updates in during
layovers. Well, I have put over 17k miles on my mazda 3 since I
bought it new in December. So fewer updates. But I'm now in the
Atlanta airport an hour ahead of my flight...
But for those
patient few, this update will be worth it. I will guarantee 2 –
count 'em 1, 2 – news worth events that will make this an
interesting blog.
News worthy event
number 1:
Just came back from
my trip to
Atlanta to visit a wonderful young
lady that I've met named Laura. I saw the Braves play the Cardinals
a few weeks ago with her, and had a really good time. Well we've
been talking since then, and met again this past weekend. Saw the
Alps, watched bluegrass, ate waaaay too much,
and found a river. All in all another great time, and we're both
expecting more in the future. I know, I know, at the very least this
has delayed my mom from contacting a Russian mail order bride agency
for a few more months (though she still might contact one for
Richard Dubay by the end of the year – tic toc, tic toc).
News worthy event
number 2:
I need to apologize
to Alaina Baxter, my younger sister. You see, I have given her a
hard time for keeping the "single" status on her myspace page --
despite the fact that she was in a relationship. This lead to many
smart-aleck comments on her myspace page, as well as her ringtone
being Gold Digga by Kayne. Well, it seems that I need to the same
thing now, after this weekend with Laura. You know it's serious with
the ceremonial changing of the myspace status. So any prayers,
cards, and donations can be sent to my
Houma address.
J But, on the serious
side, so far getting to know Laura has been a great encouragement
for me – so all's good in the hood. Any additional information would
have to be granted on a personal basis!
I also was able to
run into Phill Graham for dinner. Always great to see Phill the
thrill. It amazes me, he has now been at Ga Tech longer than he was
at UF, and we haven't lived in the same city in over 5 years, and
yet when we see each other, it is the *exact same* friendship that
we had years ago. It's as if nothing has changed.
All in all I'd say
a pretty good weekend ;)
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