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Feb. 18th, 2008 11:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogI'm at work by myself today since my team lead and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serinthia are both home sick with what seems, judging by how the other people at work are feeling, may very well be flu. I'm managing the incoming tickets all by my lonesome, though I'm happily sending them away to other states when I can. On the plus side, my manager is buying us (and by 'us' I mean he and I since we're the only ones here) pizza for lunch. There were also some really good chocolate cookies over in the other side of the building. So, so sad that Serin couldn't make it in and enjoy the nummies.... *smirks* We always make jokes, when someone's vacation time is coming up, that we're going to use that day to order in pizza or the like. I do hope she's feeling better though. Being sick is no fun.
I found a five piece drumset plus two Sabian cymbals on Craigslist for $125 in West Bent, so I emailed the seller and expressed my interest. We'll see what comes of that. I'm hoping it's still available; it was posted just last night but it's a pretty good deal.
I had a really strange dream about my grandfather. He had written and illustrated a book. I think it was a children's book, but I'm not sure. I remembered more about it this morning, but it's fading. The illustrations were absolutely fantastic. They were not abstract, but very impressionistic, and one of a Metra passenger train is still mostly in my head. I wish I could remember more about all of it, because it was pretty compelling. I've been a little worried about him since I heard he was in the hospital with pneumonia. He's supposed to be out today though, so I'm going to give him a call to see how he's doing.
First, though, I'm going to call the Story Corps guys in Milwaukee and schedule a time to go up there with him this weekend. I've been putting that off long enough; being afraid of it is just stupid. Then while I talk to grandpa, I'll let him know when. His schedule is pretty flexible, he says. I'm looking forward to spending some time with him. I'm really excited about going to the train museum with him once it opens too.
Back to the subject of drums, I think that my obsession is tying in to the touch of synesthesia I have. Not only do I feel like I'm hearing percussion rhythms as I type notes into tickets, but the whole process of fielding incoming emails and incident reports, responding to them, and reassigning or closing them, is somehow overlaying parts of itself onto the mental map I've formed of following a beat by hitting things with a couple of sticks. I had the same effect while I was doing more juggling; any repetitive task I was performing would start triggering parts of my brain associated with juggling. I guess it's difficult to explain. But it's kind of neat.
serinthia are both home sick with what seems, judging by how the other people at work are feeling, may very well be flu. I'm managing the incoming tickets all by my lonesome, though I'm happily sending them away to other states when I can. On the plus side, my manager is buying us (and by 'us' I mean he and I since we're the only ones here) pizza for lunch. There were also some really good chocolate cookies over in the other side of the building. So, so sad that Serin couldn't make it in and enjoy the nummies.... *smirks* We always make jokes, when someone's vacation time is coming up, that we're going to use that day to order in pizza or the like. I do hope she's feeling better though. Being sick is no fun.I found a five piece drumset plus two Sabian cymbals on Craigslist for $125 in West Bent, so I emailed the seller and expressed my interest. We'll see what comes of that. I'm hoping it's still available; it was posted just last night but it's a pretty good deal.
I had a really strange dream about my grandfather. He had written and illustrated a book. I think it was a children's book, but I'm not sure. I remembered more about it this morning, but it's fading. The illustrations were absolutely fantastic. They were not abstract, but very impressionistic, and one of a Metra passenger train is still mostly in my head. I wish I could remember more about all of it, because it was pretty compelling. I've been a little worried about him since I heard he was in the hospital with pneumonia. He's supposed to be out today though, so I'm going to give him a call to see how he's doing.
First, though, I'm going to call the Story Corps guys in Milwaukee and schedule a time to go up there with him this weekend. I've been putting that off long enough; being afraid of it is just stupid. Then while I talk to grandpa, I'll let him know when. His schedule is pretty flexible, he says. I'm looking forward to spending some time with him. I'm really excited about going to the train museum with him once it opens too.
Back to the subject of drums, I think that my obsession is tying in to the touch of synesthesia I have. Not only do I feel like I'm hearing percussion rhythms as I type notes into tickets, but the whole process of fielding incoming emails and incident reports, responding to them, and reassigning or closing them, is somehow overlaying parts of itself onto the mental map I've formed of following a beat by hitting things with a couple of sticks. I had the same effect while I was doing more juggling; any repetitive task I was performing would start triggering parts of my brain associated with juggling. I guess it's difficult to explain. But it's kind of neat.
