Emantable

A few weeks ago I bought myself an HP Chromebook X2. It was a total impulse buy, but it was love at first sight. I went into BestBuy to shop for an ergonomic mouse and I ended up walking out with this little computer instead.

I walked along the aisles with the computers on display as I usually do, and I saw among the Chromebook this beautiful device that looked very much like a Microsoft Surface. I thought $300 dollars was a fair price for this tablet and I asked the sales associate how much the cover and keyboard were. When he told me it was included along with a stylus, I was completely sold.

I usually spend a really long time making a purchasing decision, but after a few weeks with it, I don’t regret it one bit. The screen is 11 inches, great resolution, love the keyboard, and fits in my manbag. Becuase it’s so portable, I’ve been carrying it around with me everywhere and it has been great for watching videos or playing games when I’m charging my car.

Third runner up: the lady sitting in her car in the parking lot of the opthalmologist where my dad had another appointment. I was helping my dad in and the lady was sitting inside her ugly old SUV. I bumped my elbow on one of her windows and she got upset and saidy “you hit my car.” I rolled my eyes and told her it was only my elbow on her window. She then started getting out of her car again saying “you hit my car.” I couldn’t help myself. I held my hand out showing her my palm and told her, “I don’t have time for you right now” and got in my car and left. I’ll admit it was probably a dick move, but I had a very tight schedule and just did not have the patience for someone being overly dramatic.

I find I get more easily irritated by people lately. There were a few fine examples of this today.

First runner up: the lab technician that that asked me to wait outside while we waited for my dad to be called in. I stood outside the door thinking of sarcastic responses I could use in case they gave me any attitude. They ended up being really nice and learned that they were extra busy today because their other location was closed. Thank goodness I didn’t make any sarcastic remarks.

Second runner up: the man staring at me in the waiting room. I usually try to look elsewhere and not pay an attention, but finally I had had enough and stared into his eyes and did not break my gaze. He then gave a slight nod and I moved on. Maybe he didn’t mean anything anything by it, but don’t some people realize how awkward it is to stare at someone withough smiling or acknowleding the other person.

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We were to meetup for dinner halfway between work and home and wait out traffic. Always one to take advantage of free charging, I looked for nearby places where I could plug in my car. I was shocked when I hit the jackpot and found some free chargers at a train station. They had 64 chargers and they were ALL free to use! We plugged both cars in (alternating), and had hotpot at HaiDiLao.

All in all, it was a good ending to what had started out as a busy Friday with me leaving home around 6:30am. Sometimes I feel like I’m more busy than I’d like to be, and at other times I feel like I could be doing more with my spare time. There are two personal projects I’m looking to take on, so I’ll need to better manage my time if I’m to succeed.

I have a few false starts saved as drafts on here. I had been thinking about writing about my reflection during Lent. Even though I did not continue writing during Lent I did finish the season with a daily Rosary and doing the daily readings. In all honesty, I am still a little surprised I stuck with my intentions for Lent. Even though I went to Catholic school all the way until college, I didn’t really take any interest in Catholicism beyond that. Perhaps it is as a friend told me a few years ago that spirituality will come once we are ready for it.

I feel similarly about Classical music. My appreciation for music has deepened as I’ve gotten older and I attribute this to the accumulation of life experiences. How could I appreciate music for anything more than pretty notes decades ago when I didn’t know anything about love, heartbreak, betrayal, and supporting myself?

So it may be the same with religion for me now, where the accumulation of life experiences help me appreciate it more. You won’t see me being all preachy and wearing my spirituality and religion on my sleeve, but I’ve been keeping it more front of mind. I sometimes look up at the stars and I am fascinated by the immensity of it all. It’s hubris to think that we somehow understand how it all works just by what we can observe from our microscopic planet.

To continue with my musical analogy: I have some understanding of the physics of sound and the chemistry of emotions, but neither `fully explain how and why I have such an intense emotional connection with music. So with spirituality, I feel that there is a connection to the larger universe that I don’t fully understand and that don’t need to.

Anyway, I just wanted to get that thought out of the way and resume my random writings from time to time.

I prayed with the sincerest intention I could remember. It was the extended version of the Rosary and I prayed it while my dad was having surgery to have a pacemaker installed. I read a bunch of literature on the subject leading up to the surgery and from statistical standpoint it was a fairly easy procedure and I had nothing to worry about. But I was nervous and scared about the faintest possibility of any complication.

Praying the Rosary helped put my mind at ease and in that sense I was comforted. I never thought I’d publicly be writing about the positivity and power of prayer, but I can tell you that it helped. Religion done the right he way is a guidance on how to live at peace and in service to others. It makes me wonder what went wrong and where. Why has it sometimes been used to do more harm than good, and when did it become something potentially archaic and shameful.

My dad’s surgery went well and he is coming home today. I could say we were lucky. I could say I’m grateful to the universe. I could say I’m grateful to God. It felt like more than just look and we understand about the universe about as much as we understand about God (if we’re being honest). So why not just say it was God and have faith in the teachings that are part of my heritage.

In my previous post I mentioned being invited to interview for a job I’m interested in. That first interview went well and I was invited for a second round. That second round was today with a couple of interviewers and I came away feeling even more excited. I feel like I made a great impression and I came away with a good impression of the company and the position as well! I don’t want to get my hopes up, but it may be too late for that. My mind is already imagining myself in the new role and how to go about telling my current coworkers if I end up taking the job. Oh how I wish this job to come true.

Regardless of me getting the job or not, I feel quite proud of myself for feeling so confident and comfortable during my interview. So to celebrate, I opened up a bottle of wine and watched a short opera. The wine was a 2016 Domaine Luquet Pouilly-Fuissé Bois Seguin. The opera was Leoncavallo’s Pagliacci. I spent some time reading up on the wine trying to understand more about the grapes used and the region it comes from. The French label their wines by region and not grape variety like we do here in California. So I wasn’t quite sure what kind of wine I was about to drink. It was a Chardonnay from Bourgogne (Burgundy) and an exquisite one at that. In that past I would have probably said that I liked Pouilly-Fussé over Chardonnay, but knowing better now I would say I prefer this particular French Chardonnay over a typical California Chardonnay. The French oak barrels that they’re aged in produce a more delicate and pleasing taste for me. I read further about the typical flavors of the region and I could definitely detect a few notes of apple and a hint of citrus. The color was a deeper amber color that tells me it was a slightly older wine. Researching and learning all of this is why I love wine. 🙂

As to the opera…Pagliacci is a masterpiece and one that I feel deeply. It tears me up and gives me goosebumps. I’ve noticed that I appreciate opera more and more as I get older and at first I thought it was because it is an acquired taste that I’ve learned to appreciate and I know much more about it now. While that may be partially true, I believe the biggest reason for my interest crescendo is that I’ve had more life experiences now. It’s hard to identify with the characters and feel their pain if you haven’t gone through the life experiences depicted in these works of art. When I see a performance of Pagliacci, it stirs up old wounds of heartbreak and betrayal. It sounds masochistic, but I instead find it cathartic. When you hear the deep emotions portrayed by the music you feel comforted that others have felt the same thing to and that it’s all part of the human experience.

Who celebrates like this over a job interview that you don’t know the outcome of? Well, I do and I love it!

Let me start from the beginning. I put on a new set of clothes—I suppose I should call it an outfit—to go into the office. It was khaki slacks, a blue dress shirt, and a thin vest to keep me warm. Yesterday was quite hot and today was about 30 degrees colder and we even got some hail. I walked into the my office feeling like a million bucks and as I opened my email I saw a message congratulating me on landing an interview for a job I’m very interested in. Then I got the news that my dad was being released from the hospital today and I could go pick him up. He spent a few days in the hospital but is doing very well now. This was one fantastic day so I promised myself a bottle of wine when I finally made it back home.

So I uncorked a bottle of a 2016 Muga Selección Especial Rioja. I paid about $45 for it a few weeks ago—more expensive than my usual, but certainly nothing to write home about. I was at Total Wine and saw this Muga bottle and looked through my old messages on my phone. Wasn’t this the bottle a former friend of mine once told me was his favorite? It was. I was curious but not excited. I met this friend in Madrid years ago at the suggestion of a mutual professor. We had dinner and toured Madrid and continued our friendship for a few years after that. But boy was he a pretentious fucking asshole when it came to food and wine. So I bought the bottle to see what it was all about and tonight I had two glasses of it. Damn, the motherfucker was right! It is one of the best wines I’ve ever had. I am cringing as I write this, but I am now a Muga fan.

I should have probably played the lottery today because even the wine I wanted to hate turned out to be outstanding.

I can’t remember the number of times I’ve written on here about productivity and I would get annoyed reading someone write about it over and over. Today, however, was one of my good days on the productivity front so I will take the liberty of giving myself a virtual pat on the back in the form of this post. To round out my productivity-focused day, I will end it here and read my book on organization before going to sleep. 🙂

We had some very strong winds these last couple of days and last night was the last of it. The highest recorded wind speed in my immediate are was 78 miles per hour and 140 miles per hour up in the mountains. These were what we locally refer to as the Santa Ana winds—offshore winds that come in from the desert and speed up as they force their way around the mountains and down the passes. Some sources say that these winds were originally called Satanás winds (from the Spanish word for satan). They are definitely some hellish winds. In the summer they tend to fuel the wildfires, and other time like this weekend they bring down several trees and power lines.

They make driving a little more difficult and make you weary of tall trees. However, my mind being the way that it is had me imagining myself on some far off alien world with fierce windstorms and I was taking shelter inside some research facility as the winds howled outside. Not unlike what you see in those research outposts in Antarctica. That’s one experience I would have like to have had. Living on that continent for one year and see the sun circle around you just above the horizon during the peak of summer and to see the days where no day ever comes. It fascinates me think of places on earth that can be that otherworldly.