Alright, So I need to stick with this. So I am at my office at work, and today I'm doing one of my more favored things to do. Ebay! So on top of organizing offices setting up for us to come to them for a data shedding service, and private persons, We also deal with people who have left their houses, through distant moving or death. and well recycle certin Items as well as distroy personal data. Per example, Someone has died, and their daugher has come to use us to do away with all of her mothers bank statements and such that she has no sentimental value for. untop of that she had a book of Silver Dollars that she didn't really want to do anything with, So she gives it to the company and they take a charge off of the service of the data distruction. Now I get to go through and try to sell all the coins on Ebay... and soo far I have 40+ coins in a value range from $550.00 to $10,305.00.... so.. not too bad I guess. I get 60% of what I mannage to sell,.. though this seldom comes up,.. its kinda fun to do ontop of the regular stuff...
~Christopher
Friday 29 January 2010
Tuesday 19 January 2010
Breaking and Entering
It is just shy of 4:00AM, and I just got back from breaking into my neiboors apartment. So as I was laying in bed, somewhat half alseep, there occured this particularly loud banging sound, along with loud female voices. After a bit of listening to this for I while I arose from bed, stepped outside, and asked if they needed any help with the banging. Dawning my friendly face, I offered a hand to the three girls next door, so that they could get into there apartment. I stepped outside, mountian Boots, light T-shirt (green), tool box in hand, Head lamp on head and lastly snoopy pants below. two minutes later, I had their door open, and everyone in my block was happy! Sweet! Back to my bed I returned not too soon after writing this down,
~Christopher
~Christopher
Tuesday 12 January 2010
Winter Particulars
I can never really answer the question, "Which season do you enjoy the most?" I always find myself in the middle of one season, wanting drastic change, when its cold and depressing out, I want a convertable in the summer. While I am being eaten alive by bugs, and checking the dog and my self for ticks in the summer, I wish I was shoveling snow. I like to think of sitting around a camp fire on a summer night, drinking warm cider while picking out a pumpkin, and the amount school seems just rush past itself in the spring time.
But I guess with it currently still being in the middle of winter, I might find some good in it, holidays are past, school is picking up again and before I miss it I want to catch one particular thing to do.
I was much younger, 12 or so, camping in a cabin, somewhere in the middle of mass, far enough away from much city night lights. Boy Scouts it must have been with, we were hiking at night. It was an attemp to show us examples of navigation using starts and moon shadows,.. and things that didn't require batterys. Being outside in the woods, deep into the woods with much snow fall on the ground is quite exciting for me. It affects light in a particular manner, theres a very cold clean smell, and alot of your attention is put forth in hearing. Winter is quite unique in an acoustic manner. With in a few Hours a landscape of very fresh, fluffy, powdery snow can be very quiet and dead, and you can pretty much hear absloute silence, which is a very special and amazing circumstance to partake in. The snow then changes to a more harder and sticky substance, in which every sound is bounced, loudly and clearly for a much greater distance than durring any other time. you hear globs of snow falling from trees from hundreds of feet away. twiggs breaking, and the strain on trees and other objects flexing. Utterly tiny sounds, you hear with the utmost clarity.
Not being one to meditate much, I find this as close as I have been to, to utter relaxation. You find yourself adjusting your breathing, and listen to little details that your body makes as it takes air in and out. you feel a pulse in places, you become a bit more aware of yourself in this silence...
~Christopher
But I guess with it currently still being in the middle of winter, I might find some good in it, holidays are past, school is picking up again and before I miss it I want to catch one particular thing to do.
I was much younger, 12 or so, camping in a cabin, somewhere in the middle of mass, far enough away from much city night lights. Boy Scouts it must have been with, we were hiking at night. It was an attemp to show us examples of navigation using starts and moon shadows,.. and things that didn't require batterys. Being outside in the woods, deep into the woods with much snow fall on the ground is quite exciting for me. It affects light in a particular manner, theres a very cold clean smell, and alot of your attention is put forth in hearing. Winter is quite unique in an acoustic manner. With in a few Hours a landscape of very fresh, fluffy, powdery snow can be very quiet and dead, and you can pretty much hear absloute silence, which is a very special and amazing circumstance to partake in. The snow then changes to a more harder and sticky substance, in which every sound is bounced, loudly and clearly for a much greater distance than durring any other time. you hear globs of snow falling from trees from hundreds of feet away. twiggs breaking, and the strain on trees and other objects flexing. Utterly tiny sounds, you hear with the utmost clarity.
Not being one to meditate much, I find this as close as I have been to, to utter relaxation. You find yourself adjusting your breathing, and listen to little details that your body makes as it takes air in and out. you feel a pulse in places, you become a bit more aware of yourself in this silence...
~Christopher
Monday 11 January 2010
First Day of Classes
Had my first class for this part of the year today. Electronics at 4. With a quick meeting around 2 today, to discuss if I want to continue being a tutor, and I am, just now instead of me getting paid by a deduction to the amount I owe for school, I now will be getting a pay check, which is quite nice and helpful now.
The class went fairly well, being that there are only 6 or so kids in the class, and the professor was so far so good. My only disapointment being that the material in the class, for the most part consist of things I already know quite well,.. its all circut board stuff,.. and well I can't test out of it, and its required, so I guess I am stuck having to ride this wave. OK. I can do that.
Its about 11 something at night, Im just throwing a few notes together, reading my new $300. book for this class... and getting ready for tomorrow.. currently I have nothing planned for tomorrow,.. No class, and no work as of yet. Which is ok and fine by me,... Sarah comes home tomorrow, which I am quite excited for. I miss her greatly.
~Christopher
The class went fairly well, being that there are only 6 or so kids in the class, and the professor was so far so good. My only disapointment being that the material in the class, for the most part consist of things I already know quite well,.. its all circut board stuff,.. and well I can't test out of it, and its required, so I guess I am stuck having to ride this wave. OK. I can do that.
Its about 11 something at night, Im just throwing a few notes together, reading my new $300. book for this class... and getting ready for tomorrow.. currently I have nothing planned for tomorrow,.. No class, and no work as of yet. Which is ok and fine by me,... Sarah comes home tomorrow, which I am quite excited for. I miss her greatly.
~Christopher
Sunday 10 January 2010
Sunday Morning
Ahh, its Sunday,... if theres one day out of the seven that I enjoy, its Sunday. The week is over, new ones is about to start. Its a mix of the utter relaxation and extravagant fun of the Friday night and Saterday before, and the slap in the face of reality that the Monday up coming is going to give me. Usually and for the most part my sundays are spent alone, usually Sarah is leaving me from the weekend, leaving my apartment to head back home, or I on the train heading back into Boston after a weekend up at the UNH. Sundays are a good day to do chores, reorganize and prep. I like to be neat, or at least appear that way. Bed made, clothes in their proper place, desk picture perfect. Breifcase packed and balanced. My radio is on, as it is now, and always is. 89.7 is where you will fine me with Garison. The week with out Garison makes me feel incomplete, I need it, I'm not sure why but I've made it a part of me. Its the story telling, and the music that you never would otherwise hear, current this girl is singing, her name I do not know. Its just her and her guirar, no other sounds, the recording is very live and with no added frills. one feels as if one might just be tinkering with a guitar in her room, after an emotion filled week, and I can hear it, sitting on the corner of her bed. Shes in her own little world... if feels good to observe an emotional release as that of singing ones own song....
The radio continues, back to Garison, they interview, and he then proceeds to more of the humor that I enjoy, that of the lake, and the Ketup Advisiory Board, and the biscuts... and I feel like I am telling one of my excited stories about something meaningless and unexciting, but none the less,.. with passion.
My pipe, usually after lunch I want to stop for a moment, and with the radio, and usually a cup of coffee :-)
I started the pipe, not sure why... well, thats a lie, I was getting a cigar one day to enjoy the next night at a fire over one of my friends house, at a fire which we tried to hold every other week it seemed, and the cigar was the new thing for us, and I liked it. not so much the smoking itself, frankly I think the smell of Cigar smoke is one of the most displeasing things in the world that has entered my nose. but there was research involved, and thats what got me hooked. that and the amount of work, done by hand that went into them was somewhat exciting, you could read of them, each one had a story of sorts, where the different parts came from, the manner in which the leaves were grown, the owners, the farmers.. the whole process, each one was like a person. Different up rising, a different family.. it was quite fun to look into,.. I got books. I studied. but actually smoking wasnt the fun part for me, as the smoke was heavy, cigars I find to be quite quite heavy, to much for me, which I kinda found strange, some one like me with the stomic that I have, that they actually bothed me to some degree after a short period of time. Once I did get sick, solely from the Cigar, granted it was after a night of drinking.. and not awhole lot of eating. I'm not one to drink much at all, in certin occasions, just cause I frankly don't like the taste of alcohol, but none the less, it was well after drinking, we decided to go outside and have eachs Cigar... two puffs into it.. and I wanted to evacuate my stomic. and I did.
But none the less.. I was in the Cigar shop one day, and I had to ask as to a particular smell I was smelling, it was kinda sweeter, and somewhat unfitting to the cigars scent to what I had know, I was then informed to that I was Pipe tobacco. Hmm.. I thought for a moment, asked a little more, and soon enough, I had Jars of all theses different tobaccos put into my face and fluffed up to expose their more intense smell, I was hooked! It was such a particular smell,.. one of which I liked in particular,.. it was that of brown sugar... not too fruity as some were, and not too bold and brazen as others.. but right in the middle. Now what? I was curious... again, I don't consider myself as smoker, and would never want to be one,... I'm smarter than that... but I do like to explore curiositys and try to a degree. So I had to buy a pipe, and So I did.. and a few other needed Ideam.. and out the door I was $80 less then when I entered....
went home, it was late at night, and I did forth and so on, had my first pipe, and after thinking cigars were ok,.. I was blown away with the pipe, its was much much ligher on my "system" had a rather pleasent smell... and a pipe... kinda goes with my liking of bow-ties and old rag time era music... so I thought it was fitting.
and I kept it. once every other week I will limit myself to, having it was a coffee,..fallowed by which is an extensive tooth brushing and plenty of water drinkning, and a walk... as I will usually go food shopping after, just to give myself some fresh air and purge myself....and ontop of my biking and what not, I am not too too bothed by doing, health wise. I will say its my one... nono that I do.
I'll leave it for a bit now... I have a radio to listen to... :-)
~Chris
The radio continues, back to Garison, they interview, and he then proceeds to more of the humor that I enjoy, that of the lake, and the Ketup Advisiory Board, and the biscuts... and I feel like I am telling one of my excited stories about something meaningless and unexciting, but none the less,.. with passion.
My pipe, usually after lunch I want to stop for a moment, and with the radio, and usually a cup of coffee :-)
I started the pipe, not sure why... well, thats a lie, I was getting a cigar one day to enjoy the next night at a fire over one of my friends house, at a fire which we tried to hold every other week it seemed, and the cigar was the new thing for us, and I liked it. not so much the smoking itself, frankly I think the smell of Cigar smoke is one of the most displeasing things in the world that has entered my nose. but there was research involved, and thats what got me hooked. that and the amount of work, done by hand that went into them was somewhat exciting, you could read of them, each one had a story of sorts, where the different parts came from, the manner in which the leaves were grown, the owners, the farmers.. the whole process, each one was like a person. Different up rising, a different family.. it was quite fun to look into,.. I got books. I studied. but actually smoking wasnt the fun part for me, as the smoke was heavy, cigars I find to be quite quite heavy, to much for me, which I kinda found strange, some one like me with the stomic that I have, that they actually bothed me to some degree after a short period of time. Once I did get sick, solely from the Cigar, granted it was after a night of drinking.. and not awhole lot of eating. I'm not one to drink much at all, in certin occasions, just cause I frankly don't like the taste of alcohol, but none the less, it was well after drinking, we decided to go outside and have eachs Cigar... two puffs into it.. and I wanted to evacuate my stomic. and I did.
But none the less.. I was in the Cigar shop one day, and I had to ask as to a particular smell I was smelling, it was kinda sweeter, and somewhat unfitting to the cigars scent to what I had know, I was then informed to that I was Pipe tobacco. Hmm.. I thought for a moment, asked a little more, and soon enough, I had Jars of all theses different tobaccos put into my face and fluffed up to expose their more intense smell, I was hooked! It was such a particular smell,.. one of which I liked in particular,.. it was that of brown sugar... not too fruity as some were, and not too bold and brazen as others.. but right in the middle. Now what? I was curious... again, I don't consider myself as smoker, and would never want to be one,... I'm smarter than that... but I do like to explore curiositys and try to a degree. So I had to buy a pipe, and So I did.. and a few other needed Ideam.. and out the door I was $80 less then when I entered....
went home, it was late at night, and I did forth and so on, had my first pipe, and after thinking cigars were ok,.. I was blown away with the pipe, its was much much ligher on my "system" had a rather pleasent smell... and a pipe... kinda goes with my liking of bow-ties and old rag time era music... so I thought it was fitting.
and I kept it. once every other week I will limit myself to, having it was a coffee,..fallowed by which is an extensive tooth brushing and plenty of water drinkning, and a walk... as I will usually go food shopping after, just to give myself some fresh air and purge myself....and ontop of my biking and what not, I am not too too bothed by doing, health wise. I will say its my one... nono that I do.
I'll leave it for a bit now... I have a radio to listen to... :-)
~Chris
Saturday 9 January 2010
Our Geocaching Page
Sarah and I needed a profile before we went on our first geocaching trip, here it is...
http://www.geocaching.com/profile/?guid=d3cc8693-7ccd-48d8-8927-b25eeeda962a
http://www.geocaching.com/profile/?guid=d3cc8693-7ccd-48d8-8927-b25eeeda962a
Vacation
Wow... I haven't been on this in a long time,... Though, Im not much of a "blogger" ... used to do it,.... what was it,... greatest journal, ahh, yes that was it... what a silly thing. Popular now they are.
Anywho, Classes start again on Monday. Birthday was earlier in the week, and a rather pleasent one if I do add. Adam, Adam, and Sarah came over to my apartment, made a rather swell chicken dinner, bought my first two bottles one wine, and a 6 pack of beer,... the beer was great, (I forget the name at the moment) and the wine was swell... the one I like the most was Resling?... Sarah, had made a cake, carrot, the only kind I really like to eat.... and I did eat half of it to my self! Stock had work, so we called it a night, Sarah stayed over, which was quiet swell, as the company certinly makes staying in Boston quite enjoyable.
Home for a bit now in Foxborough, back into Boston later today...
~Chris
Anywho, Classes start again on Monday. Birthday was earlier in the week, and a rather pleasent one if I do add. Adam, Adam, and Sarah came over to my apartment, made a rather swell chicken dinner, bought my first two bottles one wine, and a 6 pack of beer,... the beer was great, (I forget the name at the moment) and the wine was swell... the one I like the most was Resling?... Sarah, had made a cake, carrot, the only kind I really like to eat.... and I did eat half of it to my self! Stock had work, so we called it a night, Sarah stayed over, which was quiet swell, as the company certinly makes staying in Boston quite enjoyable.
Home for a bit now in Foxborough, back into Boston later today...
~Chris
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