Adam's Blog

I'm done with work. I'm unemployed. I'm done with this placein Arlington. I'm done with glasses. I'm done with DC traffic. I'm done with wishing I were somewhere else. I'm done with missing out on things. I'm done with a lifestyle that left me wanting. I'm done chasing the money. I'm done with acquisition, collection, and display. I'm done misprioritizing my life. I'm done going too long in between catching up with my friends. I'm done allowing myself to procrastinate. I'm done NOT working out. I'm done with TV, at least, as much as I watch now. I'm done letting e-mail rule my life. I'm done with DC. I'm done.

Florida. 2 days and counting.

I'm done with work. I'm unemployed. I'm done with this placein Arlington. I'm done with glasses. I'm done with DC traffic. I'm done with wishing I were somewhere else. I'm done with missing out on things. I'm done with a lifestyle that left me wanting. I'm done chasing the money. I'm done with acquisition, collection, and display. I'm done misprioritizing my life. I'm done going too long in between catching up with my friends. I'm done allowing myself to procrastinate. I'm done NOT working out. I'm done with TV, at least, as much as I watch now. I'm done letting e-mail rule my life. I'm done with DC. I'm done.

Florida. 2 days and counting.

Today is my last real day of "work." Yes, I come to work on Monday, but I know I'll be formatting my machine and the like. I am so anxious about packing, but excited about the fact that my life is going to do a huge 180 in about a week.

There isn't really too much to say - pretty much every minute of my day is now spent preparing for or thinking about Florida and a new, fun, redefined life.

Although, for one last week, I want to make great things happen in DC that I will forever remember.

So I'm moving to FL next week, as practically everyone I know knows, and I only know a few people down there, so I figured, "What the hell? I'll try match.com and see if I get a bite. Well, I didn't expect the response I got. A number of girls wrote to me in the first few days (since Sunday), and some are actually smart, attractive, and seem cool. I've been operating under serious bias - I am a computer guy, and I recognize online dating as a legitimate form on meeting people these days. For one, it's a hell of a lot more honest that meeting someone in a bar. Secondly, you can pick out the bad spellers right away. Thirdly, it's very cold, yet endearing, in that you can form a good relationship quickly if things click, but you can just ignore those that don't tickle your fancy (figuratively). I know people who have MARRIED who met online, and it's not entirely new to me. My past experiences have pretty much sucked. Pictures can lie, and I've met one or two that I wanted to call "5 second rule" and run like the dickens, and I'd even seen...

So I'm moving to FL next week, as practically everyone I know knows, and I only know a few people down there, so I figured, "What the hell? I'll try match.com and see if I get a bite. Well, I didn't expect the response I got. A number of girls wrote to me in the first few days (since Sunday), and some are actually smart, attractive, and seem cool. I've been operating under serious bias - I am a computer guy, and I recognize online dating as a legitimate form on meeting people these days. For one, it's a hell of a lot more honest that meeting someone in a bar. Secondly, you can pick out the bad spellers right away. Thirdly, it's very cold, yet endearing, in that you can form a good relationship quickly if things click, but you can just ignore those that don't tickle your fancy (figuratively). I know people who have MARRIED who met online, and it's not entirely new to me. My past experiences have pretty much sucked. Pictures can lie, and I've met one or two that I wanted to call "5 second rule" and run like the dickens, and I'd even seen...

My impending move to Florida is hanging over my head with a crazy intensity. I can't wait. I've been through highs and lows - moments where I wondered if I am about to make the biggest mistake of my life and moments where I can't contain myself. Moments where I look at my paycheck and think, "What moron walks away from this?" And moments where I remember sitting on that beach in Clearwater and saying confidentyly "I am moving to Florida!"So the day is now just under two weeks away, and here I am going through clothing to donate to the Salvation Army. It's weird, because many of the clothes that are worn out to the point of unwearability are clothes I really am attached to. Old Phish shirts, KA shirts, shirts I loved when I got that are too dirty to be rags, a series of yellow-arm-pitted unltra-shrunken tees worth of nose-blowing at best. And it rings of "moving on." This isn't just changing jobs - this is changing lives. Freshly LASIK'ed, I am truly closing the book on a chapter of my life and starting a new one. Now I have to go, because some numbnuts just hacked...

The roads in Virginia suck lately. Since the huge President's Day snowstorm, as it's being called, the roads have simply deteriorated and begun to fall apart. It seems that, when there is a dire emergency, the roads crews fix things, but, for the most part, notsomuch.

For one, Glebe road looks like a Cambodian mine field. Every forty feet there is a pothole large enough to fit a small elephant. Running over one means the CD skips for certain and your ass is treated to a harsh smash into the seat. Glebe isn't the only site that appears to be post D-Day. The King St exit on 395 looks like swiss cheese. My tires cry after exiting the highway.

VDOT - please - get your act together!

There's been a lot of discussion in the last few months about the rapid increase in spam e-mailings, defined loosely by one website as "mass-delivered, unrequested advertising delivered via email or discussion groups." Many have wondered what should be done, but few have proposed anything truly worthwhile.

I have used this space, in recent months, as a sounding board for miscellaneous sarcasm and (attmpted)witty observation. It's made me chuckle to look back over it, but it truly hasn't been much a measure of anything other than my general whining about good things. So, for once, I'm going to be a bit sincere. Please don't make fun of me. My move to Florida is precisely 19 days away at this moment, and I'm at a very interesting point. I am beginning, probably because I am leaving, to realize how much I really like DC. I like the people here, my friends, and the area. As much as the traffic sucks, work can be unfulfilling (and it usually isn't) or frustrating (it usually is), or it doesn't have the "air" that puts my senses at ease, I love it here. Lately, things have just seemed really great - my social life has been active and I'm starting to feel some value in relationships that, although they've been great, have matured at an accelerated pace now that there's a countdown on the casual nature of them. So I'm beginning to second guess myself. It's all in error, of course, not...

I used to write. Fiction: stories, poems, and the like, but I mean music. I used to write lots of music. I wrote about a million songs before college, but the first real song I remember writing and writing down was a song called "Angel" back in college. It took form slowly. The first song I arranged and completed was called "Time," and that was my senior year. It was the first song that was actually complete, not just a melody. Then came "Away," a song I actually performed twice in front of people. "Open Letter" was third. At that point I started numbering my songs. And until 2000, I wrote and arranged about 60 songs. Now, due to shitty notetaking, I only really remember about 30 or 40, but the point is: I was prolific. Now, when I revisit these songs, some of them are just not very impressive. Some, the lyrics are shabby. Others don't seem very complete. Some songs are just not very good melodies. And that, I believe, is why I haven't composed a complete song in years. In 2000, I wrote a song that really spread beyond just acoustic guitar called "What She's Got." I...