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Monday, September 1st, 2008
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4:08 am - RNC Black Hole- The Inner Event Horizon is Upon Us...
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The entire event is just that, a big fucking black hole sucking the life out of so many with the gravitational pull unmatched by any historical occurances of such monumental proportions in the Twin Cities, ever.
The anatomy of a black hole is comprised of some basic elements. The element I believe our city has been sucked into at this point is the Inner Event Horizon, This inner event horizon is found between the outer event horizon and the singularity of a black hole where space is believed to be relatively normal - except for the fact that all objects are drawn towards the singularity and cannot escape.
Being that as it may, I also believe we may finally discover what the singularity of a black hole actually looks like. It is the very center of a black hole and is where the mass of the original star (and all acquired matter) lies. In a Kerr black hole (a black hole that assumes the star's core was spinning and had a magnetic field when it collapsed), the singularity is theorized to be ring-shaped. In a black hole that does not spin, the singularity is a dimensionless point of infinite density. The Excel Energy Center fits that description in scarier ways than I'd like to admit (Go WILD! Go Storm! Go Go Gadget riot gear!)
What would happen if you were to fall into a black hole like the one we are experiencing in St. Paul?
Let me tell you.
As the you approach the Excel Energy Center, your watch would begin to run slower than the watch of your colleagues in the protest march. Also, your comrades notice that you begin to take on a reddish color ("You ain't been doing noth'n unless you've been called a Red" takes a whole new meaning at this point). This is due to the warping of space in the vicinity of the black hole/Excel Energy Center. Then, just before you "enter" the Excel( the outer event horizon), your friends would see you apparently "frozen" there (or tazed which has an equally chilling effect), just outside the event horizon and to them, your watch would have stopped. They would never see you enter the hole, because at that distance from the singularity, an object must travel at the speed of light to maintain its distance. On top of that, the clouds of tear gas and pepper spray are too dense and sensory provoking to clearly "see" anything at all. Thus your dim, red-commie image would stay frozen in their teary eyes for as long as the hole exists. (I would suggest calling for a street medic at this point if possible, and remember, no contact lenses friends. Ouch!).
However, from your vantage point, as you enter the black hole, nothing has changed. (Note: Tactics, rhetoric and basic failures to reach out and be inclusive to a wide variety of communities being the most static examples of no change.)
As you look "out" of the hole, the universe of St. Paul still looks relatively normal. However, you are drawn towards the riot cops, check points and singularity, and cannot escape its grasp.
At this point, modern physics does not know what would happen. The most likely outcome is that you are compacted into a miniscule size upon the singularity, and if lucky, charged and released on your O.R.
Unfortunately, more likely than not-
Boom! You have a felony charge and you'll find yourself desperate for bail money to get the fuck out of the temporary holding facility made just for you and others like you.
Keep in mind, however, that in a real life black hole you would not actually survive the fall into the hole. The immense warping of space around the hole would cause a spaghettification effect - you would be pulled apart because your feet (assuming they went feet first, and yes, assuming still makes an "ass of you and me") would be far greater than the force on your head, and they you would be pulled as one pulls dough into a rope. This would be rather unpleasant, as well as fatal.
If you somehow DO survive this experience, you will uncover the mystery of all mysteries…
Is there a white hole on the other side?
Good luck and peace to all my comrades who are being pulled in directions that they have no control over. May you never discover the existance of a white hole…
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| Thursday, November 9th, 2006
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2:08 pm - November 9th.
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Today is Angela R. Davis' birthday.
She would've been 30.
Her daughter, Anastasia, looks exactly like her.
I see Angie in her eyes. In her cheeks. In her smirk.
I hear Angie when she laughs and giggles.
I love knowing that a part of her is still around me.
It's days like today that I wish I could still believe there was
life after death.
I guess that's what dreams are for.
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| Tuesday, November 7th, 2006
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3:43 pm - Happy Halloween... A week removed.
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Hello Livejournal World!
A week ago today I became a daddy to a healthy little baby who to this day kicks some major ass!
Elan Cash Coldwater is healthy, cute, quiet and makes the coolest little squeaky noises in the world.
I have two weeks of paternity leave so I get to spend every day with Elan and I love it.
Streetdreams is in a really good space as well, and for that I'm greatful.
The stats:
Elan was born at 10:31pm on 10/31, so he's basically 1031 squared...
Elan weighed 6 lbs, 11 oz., and looks identical to Nara when she was a tiny little baby.
Elan was 19 inches tall and he is my firstborn SON who is the future HEAD OF THE HOUSEHOLD. (Don't worry this is being instilled in his tiny little brain even as you read this.)
Lord Elan Coldwater's midichlorian count is off the charts. (The force is strong in his family- His father has it, He has it... His sister has it!)
All in all the best thing about having a halloween baby is that every year I get to ask both Elan and Nara, "what are you going to be this year for Elan's birthday?" and of course, the masquerade party's for years to come...
Thanks to all those who've helped us out and supported us throughout the pregnancy and birth. I'm sure we'll be seeing you soon.
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| Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006
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7:14 pm - I got on a bike today, for the first time since my accident...
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My car broke down last night, and it's probably beyond repair. I'll find out more tomorrow. That left me back at square one after the bike accident I was in last May- how am I going to get to work from now on?
I was paid money from the guy who hit me's insurance company over a month ago, but it all went to bill money and I no longer have a bike.
I ended up calling my cousin and asking to borrow his.
This morning I awoke at 4am on the dot. I got ready for work and went outside just intime for a beautiful thunderstorm.
It rained the entire fifty five minutes it took me to get from SE Minneapolis to New Hope.
But the funny thing is, it felt good. I didn't get hit by anyone, my knee felt fine and I wasn't paranoid about being hit at every intersection I crossed... Only every three or four intersections.
I just hope that it will continue to be refreshing for weeks to come.
On a lighter note, Streetdreams and I came up with a new batch of middle names we both like for our son Elan Coldwater.
They're both cheesey (of course), but at least they're not "Praxis" or "Danger".
We've come up with Elan Cash Coldwater (you know, after johnny "don't bring your ONES to town" cash.)
In the event of his birth being on (remember, remember) the Fifth of November, we've come up with Elan Fawkes Coldwater. (You know, after Guy Fawkes, the extremist who was charged with treason for attempting to blow up the House Of Commons back in the 1600's...)
I'm excited. I like these names. I'm really looking forward to looks on my parents faces when they hear these. (They were the happiest they've been when we previously came up with the middle name Thomas. Happy because it was an honest, simple and "normal" name in their eyes... That, and my own brother's name is Thomas. I guess I'm just too good at keeping their approval of my life decisions to the bare minimum.)
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| Friday, August 18th, 2006
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10:16 pm - A meme that everyone else does, and I usually don't
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Nine Random things you like:
01- vegan restaraunts
02- books
03- the number 62
04- driving
05- repelling
06- civil disobedience
07- kids
08- tubing behind a speed boat (the more tubes, and people on them, the merrier)
09- vegan restaraunts
Seven movies:
01- Star Wars Episode IV
02- velvet goldmine
03- The Neverending Story
04- Young Guns II
05- The Rock
06- Tremors I-IV?!?!?!?!?!?!
07- Dr. Strangelove
Ten good bands/artists:
01- Radiohead
02- Thom Yorke
03- Bennie Benassi
04- Children of Bodom
05- Ire
06- Brutal Truth
07- MK-Ultra
08- Milhouse
09- Coercion
10- Johnny Cash
Three things you wear daily:
01- shoes
02- boxers
03- Nothing else. j/k.
Two people you'd like to kiss:
My ex-coworkers Damean and Abbey
Person you could spend the rest of your life with:
Streetdreams
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SECTION 1 : HAVE YOU EVER
1. Been cheated on?: yes
2. Fallen off the bed?: yes
3. Broken someone's heart?: no
4. Had your heart broken?: yes
5. Had a dream come true?: yes
6. Done something you regret?: Sure. Nothing too major though.
SECTION 2 : CURRENTLY
1. Wearing?: Boxers
2. Like anyone? yes
3. Have any piercings?: no
4. Drive?: yes
5. Ever Smoked?: yes
6. Tattoos?: nope
SECTION 3 : LAST PERSON YOU...
1. Hugged: Nara
2. Kissed: Nara
3. IMed: Some random person on the internet I was playing go with online.
4. Talked on the phone to: Streetdreams
5. Yelled at: Streetdreams
SECTION 4 : PERSONAL
1. What do you/did you want to be when you finish(ed) school?: Unsure.
2. What has been the best day of your life?: I don't know.
3. What comes first in your life?: Family, then work.
4. What are you most scared of? Anything related to the flat-bodied insects of the family Blattidae
5. What do you usually think about before you go to bed?: is my alarm set?
6. Did you lose someone you really loved?: yes.
7. Love your family?: yep.
SECTION 5 : FAVORITE
1. Movie: Star Wars Episode IV
2. Song: Any Radiohead song except Planet Telex
3. Ice Cream Flavor: I hate ice cream and always have.
4. Fruit: banana or peach
5. Candy: peanut chews
6. Day of the Week: Thursday
7. Color: Black and red
SECTION 6 : DO YOU
1. Like to give hugs?: sometimes
2. Like to walk in the rain?: if it's warm
3. Prefer black or blue pens?: Black
4. Like to travel?: ONly if I can truly afford it.
5. Sleep on your side: always, curled
6. Have a goldfish?: no
7. Ever have the falling dream?: It's one of my favorite.
8. Have stuffed animals?: Ricky, Luke, Old Yellar and Night Cloud.
SECTION 7 : THIS OR THAT
1. Pierced nose or tongue?: neither, never.
2. MTV or BET?: ESPN
3. 7th Heaven or Dawson's Creek?: Nick and Jessica?
4. Sugar or salt?: Both
5. Silver or gold?: Diamonds
6. Chocolate or flowers?: Dinner and a movie
7. Color or Black-and-white photos?: b & w
8. M&Ms or skittles?: vegan skittles
9. Stay up late or sleep in?: stay up all night.
10. Hot or cold?: cold
11. Ketchup or mustard?: mustard
12. Spring or Fall?: fall.
13. Happy or sad?: usually happy.
14. Wonder or amazement?: either.
15. Mexican or italian food?: mexican
16. O.C. or Laguna Beach?: Lake of the Woods
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| Thursday, August 17th, 2006
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11:55 am - My Work Day...
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Is done early!
My truck broke down. It's the second time in two months. Hopefully it will be up and working by tomorrow so I don't miss out on overtime. I'm not worried too much though because the last time my truck broke down I was compensated for missing work, even though I wasn't technically eligable for compensation as a new employee.
I was bored waiting for my phone to charge, so I decided to add a snippet of a biographical description of Dr. Toxic in wikipedia. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but here's the link if you look up Dr. Toxic on wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Toxic
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| Tuesday, August 15th, 2006
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11:31 pm - August 10th, the Minnehaha Free State was born...
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And that was eight years and five days ago. I can't believe how long it's been, yet it seems like it just happened in so many respects.
Today is my eight year anniversary. It was the first day that I ever visited the encampment. (Day 5).
I remember stopping by the park by Minnehaha Falls because there was a big potluck and gathering there to spread the word about the amazing encampment that had lasted a whole five days! I don't remember what I ate, or how many people were there, I just remember taking the walk down the back road to where the houses were and seeing the Earth First!ers locked to their poles, dragons and houses. I remember thinking, how do they stay there for five days and not unlock. (That was the story, they weren't going to unlock until they won victory over the road, or until the cops removed their asses).
It's funny to think about that now. Both having the knowledge that they did unlock to go take a piss, and thinking back to the time when any day could be the final day.
I had a job and was in deep debt to my parents, but my heart soooo wanted to quit everything and just stay there.
It wasn't until week three when I returned and saw that there were even more people involved that I knew that it would be a while before everyone would be forced out of there.
I was with a bunch of S.O.A.R. (Student Organization for Animal Rights) kids when I returned during the weekend of week three and decided to sleep over for the first time.
I had my big Vegan Death Crue cargo van, and all the strange looks from the crusty Earth First!ers who didn't quite understand if it was a joke or not. It only took that one night for me to realize, "this is where I belong".
I didn't know how I could effectively contribute. All's I knew is that they needed people to stay there, and even if it was only during the night, that was at least something.
After that first night, my buddy Fairchild and I propped up my army pup tent and decided to reside there.
It was strange because I still had to work. Believe it or not, I was a truck driver back then. I drove dump truck for my mom's company, and had to work in Maple Grove every morning by 6 a.m.
I woke up every single morning at 5 a.m. and left to go to work, and often didn't return to the encampment until well after 10 p.m. Since I was the stranger who slept in the u.s. Army identified pup tent, who left before the sun rose and often didn't return until sundown, no one really talked to and no one really trusted me. That left me with nothing much to do except the dishes, hang out by the Sacred Fire and sign up for the over night security shifts and lock down support shifts needed to be covered. I wasn't sure what my plan would be if the Free State was to be raided at night while I was there. I think I just figured I'd play it by ear.
The only people who dared to speak to me in the beginning were Bear and this kid Caleb, both who tended the Sacred Fire often.
I was told later that Caleb, being the open minded and free going guy that he is, was actually encouraged by other people at the Free State to get as much information about "the suspicious guy who stays in the Army tent and is never hear during the day" as possible. I always look on that as being really funny, although it only made perfect sense. An ex soldier who's gone by day, there by night interested in "helping" the cause in anyway he can... How more cop like could I be?
That didn't change until October, 14th when I was arrested with 7 others before I was finally trusted and people actually noticed who I was. That was the day I quit my job working for my parents. That was the day the Free State become more than a place for me to sleep (very little), do security shifts and do the dishes. It became my home.
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| Tuesday, August 8th, 2006
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3:57 pm - I love not hurting...
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Every minute of every single day since my accident, I've been in pain... Until a week ago yesterday.
I met up with my orthepedic doctor last monday. It seemed like I was getting no where with my knee injury, unlike my shoulder and wrist bruises which are slowly, but surely healing. I was given different x-rays and m.r.i.'s to see what's wrong, muscle strenghtening exercises to allow my tendons to heal and nothing was working. After explaining this to him, he left the room, came back with a giant needle and before I even knew what happened, I was stabbed and injected with a shit load of clear stuff...
It was a cortizone shot.
That shit is heaven in a syringe!
It took less than a second for the last (almost)three months of pain to INSTANTLY DISAPPEAR.
I felt sick to my stomach it was so unbelievable.
My leg stiffened up that night, but it's been one week now, and I've been able to swim, play with Nara and work without constant pain in my knee.
I don't know how long this is supposed to last. I was told to call back in 4-6 weeks if I have problems again, but I was also told that because the swollenness is conteracted with the shot, my tendom may actually just heal on its own...
So all in all, the accident has really fucked with me, but I've also had a lot of good luck with the insurance company who represents the guy who ran me over.
So far they've covered the cost of my bike (although I had to pay past due bills with it), a small percentage of lost wages due to the accident, they've covered/are in the process of covering all of my medical bills as well as my visits to a chiropractor and a message therapist (yay!).
Any sort of law suit on my part is still a couple months away, so we'll just see what happens from there. I'm just glad me knee works. I've been trying to get back into swimming again. Since the accident I went from being very active to a complete vegetable. It's time to get active again.
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| Thursday, August 3rd, 2006
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9:07 pm - I've got the internet once again...
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And as usual, my updates have been very few and far between.
A lot has obviously happened between the last flight I took and now, but all in all things are working out for the better.
I've been steadily employed with NICO for almost three months. I have a son in inside my partner's belly who is as active as ever and less than three months from being ready to come out of the oven. My Injuries are slowly but surely healing, and my medical bills are being covered by the guy who hit me's insurance agency. My bike is still scrap, but I also came across a free car to get to and from work. Most importantly, the NFL Season starts in two days!!!
That about sums it up. Now that I've got cable internet installed at my own home, I'm hoping to post more regularly. Hi to all you strangers I don't see out there that often anymore. I've been pretty anti social for quite some time and a lot of it has had to do with being injured, unable to be active (due to injuries) and the amount of hours I've worked (both really early and a lot of them). See see ya later,
Dr. Toxic
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| Thursday, May 11th, 2006
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2:44 pm - I took a flight...
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... And haven't been to work since.
My flight launched me over the hood of a silver Dodge S.U.V. and my arrival with the concrete wasn't as bad as it should've been. I should probably be either dead, or in a serious coma.
Next time I fly, I think I'll use an airplane and not a bike with no helmet.
I was seriously really, really lucky this time.
I was riding my bike home from work on Tuesday evening when it happened.
As I was riding at with traffic (at the same speed, probably around 20-25 miles/hour) eastbound on West Broadway avenue I approached the intersection of 2nd Street North.
The light was green, but as I biked through the intersection a large silver Dodge S.U.V. jumped into the intersection (he was on the other side of the street, waiting to make his left turn onto 2nd Street from W. Broadway). I had no chance or opportunity to move, swerve or do anything except collide head on with the side of of his front end.
All's I remember thinking was, "If you are still awake after you hit the ground, get up and get out of the street!"
It's funny how a few seconds can be broken down into what seems to have been five minutes.
I remember hitting the side of the S.U.V., feeling my body launch forward and upward into the instersection and then spinning or rolling while my left fore arm and right hand broke the initial fall.
I think I did a somersault and rolled because when my body stopped I sort of jumped up and ended up standing in the middle of the intersection.
At that moment I was like, "Ok, here I am. Let's get the hell out of this intersection."
There were tons of cars coming from both ways on W. Broadway, so I picked up my bike (which I think was on it's wheels standing next to me somehow) walked to the sidewalk and collapsed.
I didn't pass out or lose consciousness, I just collapsed. My ribs ached, as well as my shoulder and I had nothing but stinging and open wound soreness all over my left leg, forearm and right wrist. I didn't want to chance injuring anything more, so I just laid on the sidewalk until help would arrive.
To make a long story short, a lady pulled over (she didn't see me get hit she said) and called the police. Before anyone got there a squad car drove by and a bunch of people flagged the squad car and pointed me out to them.
(They told me later they were originally dispatched to a robbery in progress, but why they tended to me instead is beyond me?) The fire department came, and then the ambulance came and I got carted off to HCMC Emergency Care.
The extent of my injuries were road rash all along my left leg, left fore arm, a nearly dislocated shoulder (I don't know what to call it since it's not broken or dislocated, but it hurts a hell of a lot ot move my arm up or down) a jammed right wrist and a puncture in my left wrist.
Ten minutes or so after the crash, I looked at my left arm and noticed a rock sticking in my wounded arm. I tried to pull it out, and then realized it wasn't a rock- it was a piece of metal. It only took seconds to realize that it wasn't just metal, but it was the head of a nail. A nail that was completely hammered into my wrist. Looking back on it, that was the funniest part of the crash. I was almost crucified and I have a nail wound to prove it.
Luckily, as I said before, I'm doing very good considering how fast I was going, how head on the collision was and considering the fact that I wasn't wearing a gawdamned helmet! Never again will I bike without one. I was just plain lucky.
Now my biggest problems are: I can't work because of my injured shoulder and wrist (pain=inability to steer a commercial vehicle steering wheel, or change gears with a stick shift); My only transportation to and from work is scrap metal; Any replacement to that bike would be useless for weeks because it'll be at least that long before my body allows me to get back on one; I have no insurance to pay for any medical treatment, or even any medical follow up to the accident; and I just plain hate not working when I need to dammit!
Today is the first day my wrist has allowed me to do simple things such as type, or hold a phone for any period of time without major pain and discomfort. I've called a few attorney offices, but feel totally lost on how I should persue this. I've called the police numerous times trying to get info on the police report so I can get the driver's info and the witness' info, but everyone knows how cooperative the police can be...
So for now all's I can do is keep on calling around, and hope I'm feeling well enough to go back to work on Monday (that's when my doctors note says I am to go back to work).
Thank gawd for Vicodin and Madden 2006, I guess...
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| Friday, May 5th, 2006
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10:19 am - Short, but sweet.
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My career as a valet driver is over. And with good reason. The pay sucks, the people I worked with suck (for the most part), and my attitude towards showing up to work sucks. So with no further adieu, I quit.
Besides, I just officially got hired today for that Southside Minneapolis truck driving position I applied for a couple of weeks ago. I now work for NICO products which is a Lundgren Group Corporation, not that you or I have ever heard of them.
It's going to be the best paying boring and consistant job I've ever had. But at least I won't be on the road, worried about not getting any home time, stuck at a truck stop with no fuel and jobs to take me anywhere (I'm still thankful that I didn't take that C. R. England job weeks and weeks ago). There will be benefits and overtime. There will be a bike ride to and from Plymouth (about 14-16 miles) twice daily... At least until I get a car.
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| Monday, May 1st, 2006
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4:52 pm - My last day as a valet.
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I went in to work last Friday with the intention of making it my last day as a valet driver for the Downtown Marriott.
I was offered an opportunity (again) to drive over the road with a large truck driving company. They offered to pay my greyhound bus fare to get me to their main headquarters in Licoln, NE for orientation. They were even going to pay me for the three day orientation that would follow immediately after my arrival. But something inside my gut told me not to do it.
The job I interviewed for (last week)seemed like it was going to be a very strong possibility. I got a call back Friday evening before my Valet shift, but they didn't tell me I was hired. They just wanted me to call first thing Monday Morning.
After going back and forth all weekend, it came down to I just didn't want to be gone while Streetdreams is pregnant. I felt like even if I decided to take the over the road job there was still a very real possibility that I'd get down to Nebraska and find out the job wasn't as good as it was advertised as.
Sunday came and went, and I wasn't on the bus that had a ticket with my name on it, so here I am. Still in Minnesota, hoping to find something better than that valet job I've been stuck with for the past couple of weeks.
The good news is that this morning I did get a hold of the local company I was trying to get hired with.
As of right now, they have offered me the position, pending the results of a drug test (which I went in and took a couple of hours ago). So, hopefully my last valet shift will be sometime this week, and I'll move on to something way better with really good benefits as early as next Monday.
I've had the day off and I'm spending the evening with Nara at the movies.
Happy Mayday!
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| Tuesday, April 25th, 2006
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10:43 am - "Huh?! Oh, the uniform!"
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I get to jog around in a cheap looking pilots uniform now that I'm a valet-maniac. It's almost so dorky looking that it's cool. My first day on the job went pretty smoothly. The first four hours of the job were paperwork covering the usual rules, regulations and other contradictory things that once you get the keys to some strangers mini cooper, you're encouraged to forget or blatantly ignore. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsreach!!!
The first time I jumped behind the wheel of a strangers car, I was really nervous. As soon as I pulled out from the valet stand, I cut off enough cars to jump over three lanes and take an immediately left into our garage. And that was that.
After I parked my first car, I thought to myself, "What do I have to be nervous about? I've driven circles around all these guys for the past 4 years and I know downtown better than the doorman does.(He's been employed there for ten years.)"
Besides, after driving ten to fifteen cars, I noticed that NO ONE has a car older than one or two years old when they valet. I haven't seen the things that come with new cars lately, so I was surprised when they practically drive themselves!
The big S.U.V.'s have back up beepers, so when I get close to something I don't even have to look. I just listen for the heartbeat monitor sounding blips, and stop before flat-line.
Even the stick shifts have a switch to make them automatic?! What the fuck is that?
So that was the end of me being nervous about driving other peoples cars.
The biggest kick I've had working so far happened last Thursday night.
I believe it was the opening night for the One Man Star Wars Trilogy showing at Pantages Theatre.
I was jogging my ass off during a rush and I was just leaving the garage after parking a car, which happens to be connected to First Avenue Nightclub.
I noticed there were two really authentic looking Imperial Storm Troopers walking down 7th Street. One of them was really tall, holding his helmet on his side. His shorter buddy was walking beside him with his helmet on.
As I jogged up close to them and passed them, I couldn't help it, "Aren't you a little short for storm trooper?"
The taller buddy stopped and laughed so hard that he punched his counterpart in the shoulder and staggered a bit.
I just kept on jogging so I could park the next car, but inside I died laughing.
So, for now, I'm a valet, but I'm desperately seeking something that pays better, and that has some sort of benefits. I just go a lead for a job in South Minneapolis, and I have an interview tomorrow morning at 8:30. I believe it pays 13 an hour starting, so that sounds promising. Wish me luck.
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| Monday, April 24th, 2006
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2:03 pm - I'm Back...
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I've been under the radar for quite some time when it comes to LJ and I've decided to get back into the habit of writing...
I'm sure a my name has been deleted one by one from everyone's friendslist, and most of you out there probably no nothing about me, so here's my short, concicively concise autobiographical synopsis of my life up to the day,
My name is Dr. Toxic. I was raised Catholic. Barely graduated from high school. Joined the Army. Taught CCD to 7th Graders. Lost my so-called "faith". Became a Vegan. Taught myself bass guitar and rocked out in the shittiest band to ever happen upon Minneapolis- 4th grade nothing (with the number four NOT SPELLED OUT. We were not the band on the "bio-dome" soundtrack). Dropped out of the Army. Hated everything the military stood for. Got arrested for acts of civil disobedience more times than anyone should be arrested. Met my "babymama" in jail. Tried stopping the re-route of Hwy. 55. Failed. Tried avoiding arrest during the protests around the I.S.A.G. conference in Minneapolis 1999 by not attending them. Failed. Had the most beautiful daughter in the world in december of 2000. Became a dishwasher. Got burnt out. Quit. Became a stay-home dad while my partner became a stripper. Became a cabbie after my partner decided to go to school full-time. Split up with my partner and moved into a house four times the size of my previous house. Got back together with her shortly there-after. Lost my license after forgetting to pay a ticket for driving without head lights. Couldn't re-instate my suspended license for more complicated reasons than I'd care to write here which in turn led to no more cab driving. Got a job working for the Sega Corporation, selling my soul in exchange for the opportunity to sell game cards so people can race each other while drinking lots of beer and wasting lots of money. Got fired a week after finding out I'm going to be blessed with a second child. Moved back in with my partner. Got my license back for less complicated reasons than I'd care to write here. Spent a month unemployed, desperately seeking work. Almost got stranded in Salt Lake City, UT and screwed out of what I thought would be a good job. Got a shitty Valet job kitty corner from Gameworks. Now I park cars for tips, love Dodge Chargers more than I ever thought I would and hate every minute of it...
So here I am. Thanks for reading. I'll see you later I'm sure.
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| Saturday, December 10th, 2005
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11:49 pm - It's been forever...
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But I thought I'd check in on the interweb world.
Imagine having to be to work at ten a.m.
Imagine getting there twenty minutes early, and content with all the hours you've had to work and are going to work this week.
Then imagine getting called to the back office and told you don't work today...
That would suck. Wasting all that time getting up, ready and then to work early for that matter.
Unless, of course, the reason why they took your shift from you was because they had lower level tickets to the Vikings vs. Rams game happening at noon of the same day, and they decided they were giving them to you.
That's what happened to me today.
It fucking ruled!!!
I had fifteenth row tickets. I had just enough warning to call my friend jeremy in St. Paul, wake his ass up and tell him, "Get up. You have less than two hours to get to the metrodome to go see your favorite team take on the Vikings."
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| Friday, October 7th, 2005
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3:40 am - A Breakfast Story...
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Not too long ago, I brought in my oatmeal packets for breakfast as I often times do considering I never make time to eat before I go to work.
However this time was a little different. I didn't get to enjoy a nice healthy dose of Vegan Cinna-bun flavored oatmeal because the corner store I bought the packets from doesn't exactly have the safest food available.
Let me explain. I arrived at work exactly on time, as I should. I clocked in, set up the bowling counter (that's what I do when I work upstairs at my work), and was ready to head downstairs to get my boiling hot water for my oatmeal packets.
Before I went downstairs, I opened my brand new purchased box of flavorful cinna-bun flavored oatmeal packets and threw a few packets onto the counter. I noticed that as I did this, a bunch of dust or flakes flew all over the place and basically just leaked out of the box.
I thought, "Oh well, one of the packets has a whole in it, and it must be bad," so i continued to wipe up the oatmeal dust/flakes that spilled everywhere...
Unfortunately, it wasn't dust, flakes or even oatmeal for that matter that spilled everywhere-
It was maggots.
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
I didn't eat that morning.
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| Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
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11:53 pm - Negotiating...
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With someone on the phone is one thing, but when the person on the other end is on YOUR PHONE and the negotiations are about you getting it back it's a totally different story... I almost felt like the evil bill collector I once was. I didn't really have any power over the people on the other end of the phone, I just had to speak with enough authority to convince them that they needed to do what I told them or else just hope they were nice enough to send it in on their own... I don't think I have the touch I used to have. I'm pretty sure my phone is a gonner.
I left my phone at work, and realized it was gone an hour or so later.
When I called it to see if I had placed it in my back pack or living room, a guy answered and was like, "Who's this?"
He haggled a bit, he told me he'd meet me outside of Border's Book shop downtown and told me to have fifty bucks on me.
I tried to meet him downtown (I didn't have the money, but I was willing to atleast see who I was dealing with) but he never showed up.
I even called him a couple of hours later and was like, "You didn't show up, you need to give my phone back because we (my work that is) have a picture of you on film."
He started to get nervous and gave me different run arounds so I just told him he could return to my work with no questions asked.
I doubt he will, but I've been tainted with a little more hope than most people should be too often in my life.
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| Thursday, September 8th, 2005
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12:42 am - Kindergarden
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My daughter started Kindergarden two days again and she loves it! I'm super excited for her and love the school she's attending. The school is everything I envision a good school being. You basically check everything at the door that I hated about schools growing up as a student.
The students are respected and allowed to determine what it is that they want to learn. The also interact with eachother in democratic process unlike I've ever seen in any other school.
Today I picked her up from school and she told me, "I'm going to go to this school forever until it's time for me to go to college!"
That's quite a goal to set for herself at this age, but damn is it great to hear such aspirations from someone so young.
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| Wednesday, August 31st, 2005
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1:12 am
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So far it's been a really good week. I started it off with taking the stitches out of my ankle at HCMC Sunday evening. I also acquired a camera phone for the first time. I'll see how much it costs me to send pictures, and then I'll post some sometime soon.
The best news of the week is that tomorrow (I suppose more like later this afternoon), my Out-Laws are coming to town! (Out-Laws are the equivalent of In-Laws, except there's no husbands or wives or anything of the sort... You get the idea.)
I love my sister-out-law to death. She's growing up way too fast, and I'm lucky if I see her yearly, but when we do get together we just click. Tomorrow morning I've got a lot of work to do to prepare for their arrival and my daughter's Art Gala happening at the Seward Cafe this upcoming Sunday evening at 6pm.
If you're in town, you should stop on by and enjoy the Rootbeer (we're having a kegger) and food (it's a potluck so bring something if you can). It's pretty exciting knowing that my four and a half year old daughter's art will be plastered all over the Seward. Some of it looks pretty damn cool if you ask me (although, I'm her dad, so I guess I'm sort of biased.)
I'm also pretty excited to check out a probably kindergarden school that my daughter may start next Tuesday. She's pretty stoked about it and we're going Thursday to meet the staff and check out the school in DinkyTown.
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| Wednesday, August 24th, 2005
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3:57 pm - I've got an owie on my ankle.
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I got into a bike accident on my back riding home last Saturday Night, which required me to go to HCMC and get stitches. In some ways I was pretty lucky. I was biking by the hospital when my foot slipped off of my pedal, which in turn led to my pedal whipping my ankle. I tried ignoring the pain for a few blocks but deciding to pull over and take a look at my injury since it hurt like a son-of-a-gun. To my dismay, my shoe was soaked in blood, and I decided to turn around and go back to the hospital.
I got six stitches, a tetanis shot and spent five hours in the emergency room. When it was all said and done, I could barely walk. But the funny thing was I was able to bike home, so I did.
My ankle still hurts pretty badly if I move it wrong, but when I bike I can keep my ankle stiff and not irritate it.I missed my Sunday morning shift because of the injury, but my Monday shift went pretty damn good. I spent the day on Vicodin, and somehow, that made time go by pretty smoothly. Imagine that. Anyways, I'm all out of vicodin now (which is fine, I don't really need it now.) and I'll be getting my stitches removed within the week.
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