Monday, June 20, 2005

Bike Number Two
Ferocious Wolf

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Happy Birthday To Me.

Hey, hey, it's my birthday. I'm going to party like it's my birthday. Yeah, yeah.

Notable Sunday, June 19th, 2005 issues:

1. Lazing about, eating pancakes.
2. Watching dog roll in grass, bark.
3. Waiting for UPS to drop off boxes full of birthday money.
4. Playing baseball, ordering pitchers to serve them up, batters to strike out intentionally.
5. Purchasing flaming bowl of alcohol at local tiki-bar.
6. Laying on floor, calmly.

I'm thinking 26 is going to be a big year for me. Everyone knows my lifelong promise to myself and those around me has been to make my first million by my 27th birthday. I've got around $315 in cash and $4500 in debt, so it's a good start. Send me money.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Tuesday

Ok, so I went a little crazy on the motorcycle tip. You'll be relieved to know that I came to my senses on the blog thing. Or you won't be relieved because instead I get to do little mechanic-related updates on the thing you read. I got the thing to start up the other day and I'm waiting on throttle cables. Throttle cables! Those things are awesome. Today I changed the oil and filter. I am oily.

The Ayn Rand book is pretty awesome so far. It has scope. And as far as fascism goes, it may not be a good system of social organization, but as a system of individual motivation it seems pretty effective. I bet writing that sentence will come back to haunt me at a later date. "That Ben Hecker sure is a fascist."

T-minus four Malachi Constant shows and counting. A lovely Tuesday night show tonight instead of practice. I'm going to get naked as hell and hide behind my amp.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Update.

For lack of actual content and as a result of drinking two beers after not eating and having worked my ass off for 6 hours(!?), allow me the indulgence of an out-of-character update.

1. My new job has, if nothing else, raised my baseline stress level to what feels like a low, throbbing hum. I have never managed anything but myself and being put in a position of authority over people who a) I can't fire, and b) are, by and large, at least 20-30 years older than me, is a bit of a jump. If, for example, I had been hired as the night manager at Subway(a job that has crossed my mind), I would at least have the power to take away someone's livelihood if they didn't listen to me. In this position, if I ask someone to do something and they don't listen, the onus is on me as the campaign manager: "Why didn't you make sure X did Y?" I'm still in the process of figuring out the both the big picture in terms of strategy and process and the nuances of personality that are so important.

2. I'm still a waiter. I made $170 tonight, which is a big help. Fuck you if you don't like me reporting my income. Americans are so uptight, I hear.

3. More motorcycle maintenance will occur tomorrow. I've done something I'm ashamed of: created a secondary blog focused specifically on the process of fixing this bike. Seriously, if there's something nerdier/dorkier than that I would be hard-pressed to name it. The only mitigating factor is that I don't include it on my regular blog so people who don't give a shit don't have to see it. Hopefully this will be an antidote for my habit of getting really into something and forgetting it after I've thought about it enough(see my previous fascinations with Linux, a fish tank, my darkroom, gardening, Super-8, being in a band, 9-11, the Sunday Baseball website, etc.). I am an excellent Gemini, or so I've read.

4. I'm reading...Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand. I feel weird doing so, but all I've heard is how crazy/fascist she is, so I thought I'd see for myself. I'm about 70 pages in out of 1100, and it's good so far, but if she keeps on pushing the importance of industrial progress I might get annoyed. I'm impressed by how she just plows through every good metaphor there is, one after the other.

5. I should probably consider taking an LSAT class pretty soon.

6. My dog eats charcoal and barks at bees and kids on rollerskates. She's the smartest and best-looking dog in the world. She also loves me.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

My New Endless Project

So some guy gave me a 1975 Honda CB550-Four Super Sport. It does not run. I will make it run. I've always wanted a motorcycle to sit in my shed for years after I've taken it apart and lost interest in putting it back together. This is my opportunity and I intend to seize it.

My new bike.
What my new bike will look like when I'm done.