The workforce of the school I work in is 98% female. You would think this would be a great thing. Of that group, only 3 or 4 would be acceptable "bring home from the bar type chicks." Meaning even less than that qualify as potential mates. Even worse, today I realized that if a random female menstrual cycle applies, at least 3 of them are likely to be bitchy on any given day. Plus, you cannot ever know for sure which woman its going to be. Though I suppose a handful of them passed the menopause hump years ago. Do those ladies still get moody? I think I need a new job.
Bigger waste of money: Kevin Brown or Carl Pavano?
We are talking about wasting 10's of millions of dollars.
I'm sure if I thought long enough, I'd come up with more examples of Steinbrenner throwing away money. Am I forgetting anyone? Does any other team waste as much money?
4.24.2007
4.18.2007
Can I get serious for a moment???
I like the direction of the last two posts (Mel and Hetzer). They speak of future endeavors and limitless possibilities, even if what they seek has eluded them thus far. Our California friends. Generations of Americans have moved West with the dream of a better life being the impetus. I hope to hear more and more stories of the successes and failures from the LA trio. I'd really love to hear a story from Mr. Wilson, or get a phone call for that matter, though I'm secretly wishing he's locked himself in his apartment with grand aspirations of finishing our movie once and for all.
Speaking of the title-less movie...
"A coming of age story involving a group of early 20-something underachievers." - that might be what the quote on the front cover of our DVD would say.
Thinking about where all of us reside at the moment, where we work, how we've changed over the past few years, I believe its been a gradual, yet necessary adjustment period for all of us. Still trying to find our niche, our calling, or whatever it might be that will satisfy our desires.
Here's the thing. And this is why I believe our online communication can hold some sort of significance, at least for me. I'm all alone in my life right now. I have few friends that I can talk face-to-face with on a daily basis. And, sadly, I feel as though some of the friendships I've had since elementary school are slowly fading away. Distance will weaken even the strongest of relationships. Maybe that's part of growing up. I suppose it happens to everyone. However, checking this page every few days and reading something from one of you can help to brighten my day. Funny stories, high school memories, whatever. So take what I've said however you wish. Just know that I'll continue to write, as I always have and always will, and if something sparks a creative neuron inside your brain, I'd love to hear all about it.
Until then, I wait patiently.
Speaking of the title-less movie...
"A coming of age story involving a group of early 20-something underachievers." - that might be what the quote on the front cover of our DVD would say.
Thinking about where all of us reside at the moment, where we work, how we've changed over the past few years, I believe its been a gradual, yet necessary adjustment period for all of us. Still trying to find our niche, our calling, or whatever it might be that will satisfy our desires.
Here's the thing. And this is why I believe our online communication can hold some sort of significance, at least for me. I'm all alone in my life right now. I have few friends that I can talk face-to-face with on a daily basis. And, sadly, I feel as though some of the friendships I've had since elementary school are slowly fading away. Distance will weaken even the strongest of relationships. Maybe that's part of growing up. I suppose it happens to everyone. However, checking this page every few days and reading something from one of you can help to brighten my day. Funny stories, high school memories, whatever. So take what I've said however you wish. Just know that I'll continue to write, as I always have and always will, and if something sparks a creative neuron inside your brain, I'd love to hear all about it.
Until then, I wait patiently.
I'm pretty sure Karl Ravech referred to the Mariners as the "C-bags" on Baseball Tonight
I guess he meant "Seabags" but still, is that supposed to make it any better?
I had this couple paragraphs about what I thought this group blog was supposed to be about and what I contribute to it and why I do it but it was horrid. Long-winded, not funny, rambling and contained no actual substance. So in trying to tell everyone what's going on the the life of one Melonhead Fields I'm going to tell a story that features a job in sports, Lou Vaccerelli, Maker's Mark and some other stuff.
It's the Fall of 2004. I have just gotten back from setting up basketball tournaments all over the country, driving over 13,000 miles in a minivan with two other guys. Fiscal responsibility wasn't paramount during this summer as I come back to the ROC with no job prospects and not much money left.
Also, our house needs to be stained. Because we never chose to get it painted, we have to put stain on it so the wood doesn't weather and turn black, shit like that.
Since I don't have a job and am not paying rent and eating food for free at 533 Wegman Rd., I can't really say 'Fuck off Granny, I'm not helping you stain the house." I can't. So for a couple weeks in late September / October I'm staining the house everyday, getting the shit all over my shirt from the restaurant 'Zach's Eats and Treats' I got from Jekyll Island and some Old Navy jeans that I wore in high school. It's cool but not snowing yet, pretty normal Fall weather. I also wear a lot of fleece. On my portable cd player I listened to these two cds (the latter containing a song called 'This Old House', appropriate) lot and some Led Zeppelin, naturally.
I'm not sure how I started to hang out with Lou again. It's not like we talked a lot that summer when I was away. Maybe via IM or maybe we agreed to watch a Yankees game somewhere I can't remember. I think Palmer still was saying he wanted his goobee gone back any time Lou's name was mentioned. But anyway, Lou started stopping over once in a while when he was on his way back from MCC, he'd call my house phone see if I was there. Of course I was always there, I was staining the house! He'd usually want to go to lunch or something. And this one particular afternoon he wanted to go to the Westgate Diner. Going out to eat when I have food at home is one of those things that, especially now, is something I feel is a unwise decision. I already spent money on food, I don't need to spend more. I'll stop before I start to sound like someone else we know. But to get me outta the house and stop applying stain while standing on a ladder in my front yard, sure I'll get a club sandwich.
So we get done and decide to walk into the liquor store in that plaza. I'm pretty sure both of us had no intention of actually buying anything that day. Window shopping in a liquor store is not a sign you have it all together.
I looked into the prices of Maker's Mark. During the summer, at our first stop some of the older referees that were staying at the same hotel were drinking it straight. And them being older and black and therefore cool, I wanted to fit in so I started sipping on some Maker's Mark. Sure it burned but it was a good burn and opened up my eyes to the wonderful world of whiskey. And I haven't looked back.
I'm not sure if I told Lou or if this was just a personal goal that I kept to myself. Regardless I said, "I'm not buying a bottle of Maker's Mark until I get a job in sports or something I went to school for." Because at the time I was considering taking a job through a temp agency in Victor. Driving back and forth to Victor in the winter is not a good look. I didn't take it and eventually left for Florida, after the maiden batch of Playoff Punch was had of course.
Not that I hadn't had a couple of Maker's Mark on the rocks at the bar ( I see you Smokin' Joe's). And sure, I bought my share of bottles of Crown. But Maker's Mark was special. It was separate.
I bring this story up because I bought the biggest bottle of Maker's Mark I could find tonight. For the past 10 days or so I've been working in guest services for the Dodgers. The term 'Guest Services' is intentionally vague on the part of the Dodgers I guess. So I'll spill the beans on what I actually do. Basically I'm an usher. I wear a Blue polo shirt and attempt to answer questions and help people find the ATM, their seats, the escalator, where they sell cotton candy and a lotta lotta standing around.
Is this the ideal job I had in mind? No, not by a long shot. Basically all I had to do to get this job was stand in line at the job fair, not have a criminal record and wait in line some more at various orientations. Did it matter that I interned with the Red Wings for a summer? Did it matter that my fuckin major at IC was called Sport Information and Communication? Did any of my other experience matter? The polite answer is no.
So this isn't like I'm having discussions with Lasorda on the regular. It's more like I'm saying, "Yes, you can exit the park up the escalator."
But I still needed a new job besides the bookstore or at least another form of income coming in, might as well work for the Dodgers.
And there's that whole ol' American dream work ethic aspect to taking a bottom-ladder wrung job. Get your foot in the door, work hard and if you are a good worker, you will eventually and fairly get promoted. Nose to the grindstone and all of that noise. Which I believe in only about 15%. Lots of things make that idea seem prehistoric but The Wire pretty much sealed it for me. I could double this post length writing about that show, but I'm not going to right now.
Anyway, I hope it leads to something more after this summer. The worst case is that I have part-time jobs for the summer that would be ideal jobs to have when you are in college or those summers while at school. You know that you aren't gonna be there forever, got some okay money coming in but it doesn't matter too much because you live at home and you don't have a lot of bills to pay. And you know that you won't be around to work there soon enough. Obviously this is not my current situation so I hope things improve soon. So we'll see how it all pans out.
That's about all that for now. Maybe later this week I'll write about my 2nd run in I've had with a 24 character. I was stunned when he came up to me, asking where his seat was. I even took him to the wrong side of the aisle at first, eventually he got to where he should be.
I had this couple paragraphs about what I thought this group blog was supposed to be about and what I contribute to it and why I do it but it was horrid. Long-winded, not funny, rambling and contained no actual substance. So in trying to tell everyone what's going on the the life of one Melonhead Fields I'm going to tell a story that features a job in sports, Lou Vaccerelli, Maker's Mark and some other stuff.
It's the Fall of 2004. I have just gotten back from setting up basketball tournaments all over the country, driving over 13,000 miles in a minivan with two other guys. Fiscal responsibility wasn't paramount during this summer as I come back to the ROC with no job prospects and not much money left.
Also, our house needs to be stained. Because we never chose to get it painted, we have to put stain on it so the wood doesn't weather and turn black, shit like that.
Since I don't have a job and am not paying rent and eating food for free at 533 Wegman Rd., I can't really say 'Fuck off Granny, I'm not helping you stain the house." I can't. So for a couple weeks in late September / October I'm staining the house everyday, getting the shit all over my shirt from the restaurant 'Zach's Eats and Treats' I got from Jekyll Island and some Old Navy jeans that I wore in high school. It's cool but not snowing yet, pretty normal Fall weather. I also wear a lot of fleece. On my portable cd player I listened to these two cds (the latter containing a song called 'This Old House', appropriate) lot and some Led Zeppelin, naturally.
I'm not sure how I started to hang out with Lou again. It's not like we talked a lot that summer when I was away. Maybe via IM or maybe we agreed to watch a Yankees game somewhere I can't remember. I think Palmer still was saying he wanted his goobee gone back any time Lou's name was mentioned. But anyway, Lou started stopping over once in a while when he was on his way back from MCC, he'd call my house phone see if I was there. Of course I was always there, I was staining the house! He'd usually want to go to lunch or something. And this one particular afternoon he wanted to go to the Westgate Diner. Going out to eat when I have food at home is one of those things that, especially now, is something I feel is a unwise decision. I already spent money on food, I don't need to spend more. I'll stop before I start to sound like someone else we know. But to get me outta the house and stop applying stain while standing on a ladder in my front yard, sure I'll get a club sandwich.
So we get done and decide to walk into the liquor store in that plaza. I'm pretty sure both of us had no intention of actually buying anything that day. Window shopping in a liquor store is not a sign you have it all together.
I looked into the prices of Maker's Mark. During the summer, at our first stop some of the older referees that were staying at the same hotel were drinking it straight. And them being older and black and therefore cool, I wanted to fit in so I started sipping on some Maker's Mark. Sure it burned but it was a good burn and opened up my eyes to the wonderful world of whiskey. And I haven't looked back.
I'm not sure if I told Lou or if this was just a personal goal that I kept to myself. Regardless I said, "I'm not buying a bottle of Maker's Mark until I get a job in sports or something I went to school for." Because at the time I was considering taking a job through a temp agency in Victor. Driving back and forth to Victor in the winter is not a good look. I didn't take it and eventually left for Florida, after the maiden batch of Playoff Punch was had of course.
Not that I hadn't had a couple of Maker's Mark on the rocks at the bar ( I see you Smokin' Joe's). And sure, I bought my share of bottles of Crown. But Maker's Mark was special. It was separate.
I bring this story up because I bought the biggest bottle of Maker's Mark I could find tonight. For the past 10 days or so I've been working in guest services for the Dodgers. The term 'Guest Services' is intentionally vague on the part of the Dodgers I guess. So I'll spill the beans on what I actually do. Basically I'm an usher. I wear a Blue polo shirt and attempt to answer questions and help people find the ATM, their seats, the escalator, where they sell cotton candy and a lotta lotta standing around.
Is this the ideal job I had in mind? No, not by a long shot. Basically all I had to do to get this job was stand in line at the job fair, not have a criminal record and wait in line some more at various orientations. Did it matter that I interned with the Red Wings for a summer? Did it matter that my fuckin major at IC was called Sport Information and Communication? Did any of my other experience matter? The polite answer is no.
So this isn't like I'm having discussions with Lasorda on the regular. It's more like I'm saying, "Yes, you can exit the park up the escalator."
But I still needed a new job besides the bookstore or at least another form of income coming in, might as well work for the Dodgers.
And there's that whole ol' American dream work ethic aspect to taking a bottom-ladder wrung job. Get your foot in the door, work hard and if you are a good worker, you will eventually and fairly get promoted. Nose to the grindstone and all of that noise. Which I believe in only about 15%. Lots of things make that idea seem prehistoric but The Wire pretty much sealed it for me. I could double this post length writing about that show, but I'm not going to right now.
Anyway, I hope it leads to something more after this summer. The worst case is that I have part-time jobs for the summer that would be ideal jobs to have when you are in college or those summers while at school. You know that you aren't gonna be there forever, got some okay money coming in but it doesn't matter too much because you live at home and you don't have a lot of bills to pay. And you know that you won't be around to work there soon enough. Obviously this is not my current situation so I hope things improve soon. So we'll see how it all pans out.
That's about all that for now. Maybe later this week I'll write about my 2nd run in I've had with a 24 character. I was stunned when he came up to me, asking where his seat was. I even took him to the wrong side of the aisle at first, eventually he got to where he should be.
4.17.2007
what's good bloggers
Well, it's D-roc checkin in on the whole blogsphere. I can see why this could be a trendy way to chatter about sweet nothings on the world wide web. I mean really who doesn't want to feel like they are "real" writers with meaningful, researched and insightful commentaries on the important subjects of the world. Had I known that I could have circumvented a six figure debt from an accredited university yet still have the knowledge, skill set and gull of a seasoned "proser" I think we all know that the "highs" of college weren't really worth it after all. Now that I am completely entranced in this digital lightsphere of information and ceaseless bickering over pointless correspondence I am ready to officially contribute:
I am once again on the prowl, always looking for a new opportunity in the business world. So far I have traveled the great terrains of greater Los Angeles knocking down door after door of potential business owners hoping they would be inspired to purchase office supplies or convert their current telecommunications services to those that I possessed. Though fruitful, yet unfulfilled. So I continued to seek out a livelihood fitting of someone with my skill set, intellect, and overall charm. Why I stumbled upon my next venture I know not. Currently I am assisting people via the telephone with their IRS tax burdens. Again the company has chosen to employee me without the normal benefits of being an employee. I mean I am expected to be at work, work a full day and produce for the bossman. However I am still puzzled as to why I would engage once again with an employer who refuses to compensate me for hours worked. So I am again seeking out the next opportunity...what it may be; I'll only know when I cross that bridge.
As for the way, the truth, and the life what a blessing southern california has been. I feel truly plugged into Calvary Chapel LAX. Opportunities for worship, fellowship and leadership are opening daily and a sense of peace has found its way into my heart. I feel free out here to proceed with life as the person I am and not he who they want me to be.
Please refer all future questions and inquiries to this blog for the most immediate response.
Thanks for everything,
Daniel
I am once again on the prowl, always looking for a new opportunity in the business world. So far I have traveled the great terrains of greater Los Angeles knocking down door after door of potential business owners hoping they would be inspired to purchase office supplies or convert their current telecommunications services to those that I possessed. Though fruitful, yet unfulfilled. So I continued to seek out a livelihood fitting of someone with my skill set, intellect, and overall charm. Why I stumbled upon my next venture I know not. Currently I am assisting people via the telephone with their IRS tax burdens. Again the company has chosen to employee me without the normal benefits of being an employee. I mean I am expected to be at work, work a full day and produce for the bossman. However I am still puzzled as to why I would engage once again with an employer who refuses to compensate me for hours worked. So I am again seeking out the next opportunity...what it may be; I'll only know when I cross that bridge.
As for the way, the truth, and the life what a blessing southern california has been. I feel truly plugged into Calvary Chapel LAX. Opportunities for worship, fellowship and leadership are opening daily and a sense of peace has found its way into my heart. I feel free out here to proceed with life as the person I am and not he who they want me to be.
Please refer all future questions and inquiries to this blog for the most immediate response.
Thanks for everything,
Daniel
4.16.2007
Cadillac of Whistles
I was looking through my equipment book (I have $100 free dollars to spend, any suggestions?) and I found a page on whistles. The Fox 40 is 10 times more expensive than any other whistle. Unbelievable. I've never owned one, but I have also never been disappointed with any other whistle I've ever owned. Plus, Burnett has one, so you know its overrated and trendy.
This could be my favorite TV watching month ever. Hockey playoffs. Sopranos followed by Entourage. Scrubs. Survivor (my money is on Earl to win). I'm excited just thinking about the possibilities. And I'm mostly talking about watching a month of Sabres games. Hopefully they don't take the Isles too lightly. I really need a deep playoff run to get me to the end of the school year.
Robert Randolph is playing in Charlottsville for free on Thursday. I'm trying to find someone to drive me, which is in the works as we speak. Anything to get out of town, even if its just for a few hours.
Lets try to do some writing this week. Please.
This could be my favorite TV watching month ever. Hockey playoffs. Sopranos followed by Entourage. Scrubs. Survivor (my money is on Earl to win). I'm excited just thinking about the possibilities. And I'm mostly talking about watching a month of Sabres games. Hopefully they don't take the Isles too lightly. I really need a deep playoff run to get me to the end of the school year.
Robert Randolph is playing in Charlottsville for free on Thursday. I'm trying to find someone to drive me, which is in the works as we speak. Anything to get out of town, even if its just for a few hours.
Lets try to do some writing this week. Please.
4.02.2007
Pete and chad in vegas
"March is almost in the books and Spring Break looms ahead of me. I was going to make a return to Rochester, but I've opted for a Southern vacation to the ATL and Florida. The main goal is to find a job for next fall."- dan hoock
Is dan going to go on a southern vacation to ATL and Florida? The answer is simply no. I feel that is the right decision because spring break in rochester is where its going down! Get your sticks ready.
Chad and Pete in vegas
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