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Pendulums Swing; Weights Fall; Time Runs Out

Posted in Reflections with tags , , on January 15, 2014 by Verge

Pendulums Swing Until Weights Hit Bottom

This week I’ve been  preparing the best I can to go away for a while.  I’ve never been gone this long before.  The people that mean the most to me will have to live without me, and realize that they can.

Not everyone gets a chance to prepare for missing home, or being alone, or losing someone you love.   I get that luxury that many people in life don’t get.  The comfort of knowing I’ll be missed while I’m gone, and that others hope I’ll be back soon.

Some of us never know the warmth of being loved, or suddenly find that what we thought was love was just an empty hollow hunger.  No one should ever have to feel that way.  It’s inhuman to do that to a person.

But time still ticks, in my head, in my home, in my life.   In everyone’s life.  And time will always tell.  It will tell what’s true, what’s right and wrong, and what are  just words and what is  reality.

So I stay true to the things I knew when I was younger.  That the emotions I feel I will never apologize for.  That I should do to others what I deserve of myself.  That I should admit when I’ve done someone wrong, and fight for what I think is right.  That I know I’m not perfect, but no one is, and when we accept that as people, we can finally move on together.  That accepting change in life is something to embrace, and not fight, because allowing ourselves to clutch to the past only causes pain.

Time unfeelingly marches forward.  In time, feeling empathy for one another moves us all forward together.

Is it weird that my concern is which of the clocks I wind in life will be stopped when I come home?

The Twenty-Ninth of November, Two Thousand and Twelve

Posted in Reflections with tags , , on November 29, 2012 by Verge

This morning, for the first time in a week, I woke up in my bed.  Monika and I have not slept in our actual bed, but instead on our new couch for the last week for varying reasons.  Mostly, because we’re both so fucking busy that the pile of clean clothes stacked in the middle of our bed went unfolded, and I refuse to sweep it onto the floor to crawl in because the carpet is covered in cat hair.

It doesn’t matter where we sleep, for the most part, the cats find us and sleep with us.  Guest room, couch, real bedroom, they find us, and sleep there.  They don’t bother us, for the most part, because when they were young and would piss me off, they were expelled, and ignored.  They learned to behave.

The other reason is that I’ve been having a ton of allergic reactions, and I’m trying to narrow down the cause of my itchy fits.  I think it’s the clothing detergent.  Seems likely, right.  Washed all my clothes;  have not had a chance to wash all my bedding…until yesterday.

Didn’t really have a long holiday weekend to catch up on that kind of stuff.  Show on Wednesday night, home at 3:30 AM.  Thanksgiving out on City Line Ave with family, but also a late night.  Black Friday, Saturday and Sunday at the good old Mart.  Back at Films on Monday.

So yeah, busy.  Cats, not so much.  Eno has become basically an outside cat (almost).  These two barely use a litter box anymore.  They prefer the outside.  Probably smells better, too.

Monika at Hebrew school tonight.  We’re still sorting through all our personal belongings to see what we’ll re-incorporate into our re-designed home, pack away in the attic, or donate to goodwill, or just plain trash.  It’s hard to throw away things that remind us of our past.

It’s like a memory, and once that specific, quirky, ugly, non-useful object is gone, so is the reminder of the part of our past that we’d like to hold onto.  So, we hold onto things, in boxes and tubs, indefinitely, because we’d never throw away our past, and don’t want to lose any memories.

The Twenty Eighth of June, Two Thousand and Twelve

Posted in Daily Pictures with tags on June 28, 2012 by Verge

My job is really like a family. There’s bumps in the road, for sure, but Films has always been a close knit kind of place. Once a year (except during lock outs), the family, literally, honors those employees who have grown up inside the company.

A lot of us, many of whom were recognized today for their service, grew up in Mt Laurel, and have worked for the company our entire lives. Today, the company honored those of us who have worked for 10, 20, 25 ,30, and 50 years for Films.

I wasn’t one of them. On the record, I’ve only been employed there since 2007, but actually, I’ve been working with my peers for over 12 years, since I was 22 years old. If you don’t know who is in this picture…It’s our founder, Hall of Fame inductee Mr. Ed Sabol, and his son, our president, Mr. Steve Sabol. Their dream now employ 250 people, including me and many people I consider friends.

After the pin awards ceremony, and an incredible hilarious speech from Big Ed, the master story-teller, we headed outside for a celebration banquet and some summer games.

Along with the BBQ tent, we managed to organize 12 teams to pass the time playing Baggo. Now, I prefer Washers, but as long as the game allows for one free hand to hold a beer, I’m okay with it.

It was a double elimination tournament. Consequently, this motley crew and I were swiftly double eliminated, and then drank on the sidelines ( I cried silently in a bathroom stall, but no one has to know that). We aptly named our team the “Celluloid Zeroes.” Props to anyone who gets the reference.

Back at home, regular remodeling dreadfulness.

Eh, all my tools covered in dust. So tiring. Being rich must be fabulous.

But, Monika and I got some hang out time in the backyard, enjoyed a Thursday Martini together, and looked forward to the weekend

Eno escaped. We barely cared. Everyone deserves to run free at least once daily.

The Twenty Second of June, Two Thousand and Twelve

Posted in Daily Pictures with tags on June 22, 2012 by Verge

Random pictures from the third story of NFL Films.  It was originally supposed to be finished out with more office space, but money ran out, and so now it’s just a big junk drawer of abandoned technology, old sets, and crap.

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This is a picture of my (kind of) new desk at work. I’m not official working in this new department, but I’m there two days a week, and I almost know what I’m doing. Hopefully, someday, this will be my permanent one.  Yes, they are all my computers, and notice, there is no film on my desk.

The Tenth of May, Two Thousand and Twelve

Posted in Daily Pictures with tags , , on May 11, 2012 by Verge

In the vault at NFL Films, we have this old chart of shows. We hung it up just so visitors could look at a piece of history. It’s really just garbage, but, eh, people seem to think it’s cool.

Since Kodak went out of business, er, I mean declared bankruptcy, we bought a shit ton of film from them just in case Fuji couldn’t keep up with our demand.

Kreg painting his new molding. He’s been remodeling his house in anticipation of guest coming in for his wedding NEXT MONTH!!!

We had to stop by our local “motivation office” for some liquid refreshments.

And, speaking of remodeling…

The Twenty Second of February, Two Thousand and Twelve

Posted in Daily Pictures with tags , on February 27, 2012 by Verge

Out of the loop for the last few days, for a good reason that will be posted shortly.  Until then…

looks like kool aid, but it's not

it's CD-3, some nasty chemistry that looks like this when you add it to your developer. Had to doctor up some of our chemistry post Super Bowl

went to World Cafe Live to see Julia Nunes again!

you can barely tell, but we were only 20 feet from the stage. Had a wonderful dinner while watching a great show.

got to meet her again after the show and have our new cds signed

and, we stole the setlist off the stage, and had her sign that as well!

The Tenth of August, Two Thousand and Eleven

Posted in Daily Pictures, Vegan and Vegetarian Lifestyle with tags , on August 11, 2011 by Verge

another day in the cold depths of our vaults

was in the area, so I stopped by Iron Hill to see what was going on for lunch

I found this!

we needed to harvest a ton of things from our garden because of our week off in Cape May

this is just the tomatoes and a cantalope. and seriously, not even all the tomatoes. mostly the ones that were really ripe or had already fallen on the ground after I re-staked them up.

some of our pepper crop

I wish we grew this, too, but this is mostly suburban organics. one day perhaps I'll be in some place warm enough to grow my own fruits./ I guess I could grow apples and peaches and blueberries...but I only have so much backyard right now

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