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December 2, 2003

Mexican Honeymoon

Saturday 11/22/03
Up at the crack of dawn, Mike gave us a ride to the airport. We had no problems getting through security and catching our flight. We even managed to get our seats moved so that we could sit together. After a fairly uneventful 5 hour flight, we landed in the heat of Cancun. We breezed through Customs and were able to fairly quickly locate our shuttle to the resort.
Our shuttle van took us an hour and a half south to the Bahia Principe Resort in Tulum, a little town near Playa del Carmen. After a minor delay getting our room key, we made our restaurant reservations for the week, and then rushed to the other side of the resort to make tour reservations for the various trips we wanted to take over the course of the week. Then we were finally able to get into our room, a lovely suite with marble floors and a nice balcony, not far from the main restuarant and pool area. After a quick shower, we headed over for dinner, a few drinks, and then early to bed. Travelling can tire you out!

Sunday 11/23/03
We got up early Sunday and spent the Morning sitting on the beach, soaking up the sun and swimming in the sea. The water was absolutely beautiful... clear and comfortable. We waded through schools of fish, floated about, and just soaked up the salty goodness. Read alot, and sipped pina coladas. Just the relaxation we were looking for. After lunch, we swam in the pool a bit, partook of the swim-up bar, and just lounged around. I think that was the night we ate at the seafood restuarant. Not bad... the resort food was mostly pretty good, though the buffet at the main restuarant got a bit boring toward the end.

Monday 11/24/03
The only rainy day. Went to Chichen Itza on a bus tour. On the way we made a couple of stops: once to meet an aged Mayan couple and see there home and another time to shop and buy snacks. Chichen Itza itself was amazing. Beautiful old Mayan ruins. I wish we'd had more time to explore. This is the price you pay with bus tours. I did have time to climb the outside of the main temple pyramid... it was an amazing view of the jungle with ruins poking out of the green. Scary though, since the steps are vary steep and narrow. Had to use the guide rope going back down. I also went up into the inside of the pyramid to the jaguar statue chamber. This was much scarier than the outside... a long climb up a very narrow low ceilinged stairway into a tiny room. No ventilation, so the air was stale. I really thought I was going to have a panic attack up there, and I never suffer from claustrophobia. Freaky stuff. We also saw the old Mayan ballcourt... loser was sacrificed to the Gods. Now thats an extreme sport.
On the way back to Tulum, we stopped for a late lunch at a Mexican restuarant with folk dancers and some really kicking habenero sauce. Ouch. Good stuff. We spent the bus ride chatting with a really nice older couple from England. After the long bus ride, we dragged them (or did they drag us?) to one of the resort bars for a bit of refereshment. Several cocktails later, we left them to go get some dinner at the buffet.

Tuesday 11/25
Another day of lounging on the beach... this time we both overdid it in the sun. Being pasty skinned scorners of the sun, it was really only a matter of time until we got roasted. It was still quite nice though. I think this was the night that we went to the Mexican restuarant... once again, not bad, but not as good as what we had for lunch the day before on the Chichen Itza tour... I had a mole chicken that had no real spice to it... oh well. I think we also went over to the Hacienda, a little shopping complex on the resort, with lots of tourist crap, a disco, a sports bar, an internet cafe (with a crappy connection), and I think a pharmacy. Not too exiting, and overpriced compared to shopping in Playa del Carmen.

Wednesday 11/26/03
We went on a day trip to XCaret, an ecopark about a half hour away. We swam through an underground river, checked out the dolphins, bats, turtles, and birds that were all over the grounds, and later went to a great 2.5 hour dinner show about Mexican culture and music throughout the centuries. Amazing dance numbers, platform flyers, Mayan sports involving flaming field hockey, and enormous puppets. Good fun. Definitely worth seeing.

Thursday 11/27/03
Thursday we went horseback riding at Rancho Loma Bonita. It was a really fun beginners level trail ride through jungle and out along a beach. We were even able to take the horses into the ocean and swim with them. My horse wasn't to keen on the idea, and didn't go in tto deep, but it was still fun.
After the horses, we to the bus into Playa del Carmen to have dinner and do some shopping. We had dinner at a Brazillian BBQ place that serves all the meat you can eat, right off the skewers. We shopped abit for souvenirs, found a great bar that served the best mojitos (an amazing cocktail made with rum, sugar, ad fresh mint leaves) I'd ever had. We wandered out of that place and ran into a couple from Denver that we'd met while horseback riding. We asked them if they wanted to grab a drink. They wanted to check out the action at Senior Frogs (the Mexican equivalent of the HardRock Cafe) so we spent the rest of the evening there drinking overpriced margaritas from yard glasses. We finally bid them goodnight and stumbled into a cab back to the resort, a bit too tired and tipsy to deal with finding the bus.

Friday 11/28/03
Our last day of relaxation. More time spent on the beach, but this time i stayed in the shade. Liz was braver, and therefore, more toasted and lobster like by the end of the day. We lounged about until 5pm, when we had our aromatherapy massages. I'd never had a professional massage before, and this was really nice. Very relaxing. Then we went to dinner, which was a really lovely meal at the Arlequin, the resorts gourmat restaurant. I had a sweet lemon soup, a sea bass salad, and a nice ribeye, followed by a delicious cheese cake thing and a flaming sambuca coffee drink.

Saturday 11/29/03
We awoke early, checked out, had breakfast, and then caught our shuttle back to the airport. The lines in Cancun were insane, but we got to our flight on time, and after a bumpy ride home, we arrived in Boston that evening... The cats were really glad to see us, and we were really glad to see our own bed again. The beds at the hotel were rock hard. It's good to be home... and yet.... it kinda sucks. It's hard to come back to a hectic work schedule and cold icy weather after relaxing in paradise for a week. We'll definitely go back, but not soon enough.

December 3, 2003

Mexican Honeymoon Revisited

The last entry was a dry attempt at getting down the itinerary of the trip before it all disolved into soft fuzzy memories. While it forms an outline, it doesn't really give a sense of the flavor. Here, in no particular order, are a list of the nonlinear things that stick in my mind about the honeymoon trip:

  • when the sky was clear (and it was most nights) the stars where unbelievable. There was very little light polution, especially out on the beach. The crashing of the waves provided a beautiful soundtrack for stargazing.
  • Mexican MTV is better than US MTV. They actually show videos! And really good ones, too. A nice mix of US hits and latin music by bands like Control Machete and Cafe te Cuba.
  • most of the homes we saw outside of the resort seemed very poor. A guide told us that we weren't seeing poor people, just people with a different way of life. I wonder if this is true.
  • the resort had tables set all over the place with self-serve flavored tequila bars. Tequila was infused with strawberry, cinnamon, coffee, and other stuff. Really good stuff. I kinda wish I'd drank more of it.
  • everyday, housekeeping would leave our towels arranged into the shape of a different animal. Funky!
  • flaming coffee drinks were offered nightly... flaming liquers poured back and forth between silver gravy boats and finally mixed with coffee and a dollop of whipped cream.
  • two people in a tiny tub :)
  • I wish we'd had more time at Chichen Itza. The grounds were huge an I definitely could have spent more time there. I wish I'd taken more pictures there too. I'm glad I climbed the pyramid. This is the last year they are allowing visitors to climb it, and it would have been a shame to never see that view.
  • I have the coolest and most wonderful wife of all time.
  • next time I go to Mexico, I'm going to snorkle.
  • For a long time, every American we met was from Wisconsin... very weird.
  • You can take a public transit van for 1.50 that takes you in to Playa del Carmen from anywhere in the area. Beats a 30 dollar cab ride!
  • In Playa del Carmen we saw 2 internet cafes and two tattoo/piercing shops on the main drag. Lots and lots of shops. Next time, I want to spend more time in town, during the day. Hopefully with more spending money.
  • I'd never had a professional massage before. The aromatherapy thing was very relaxing. Soothing smells and gentle rubbing. I probably really needed more of a deep tissue massage. My back was sore from weeks of tension and then sleeping on the hard resort bed. I may have to try another massage in Boston sometime soon. Can't afford to get addicted to it though.
  • even though it was ninty degrees in the breeze and the sun was beating down, the white sand on the beach never got too hot to walk on. I guess all the heat reflects off it. Nice.

December 4, 2003

The Next Step

Last night I worked on my resume for the first time in over six years. Updated it and then transfered it to Quark, so that I can lay it out better and then PDF it. I remember when a resume had to be nicely printed on good paper and mailed or delivered to prospective employers. Now very few companies want to see a paper version... or even a person until the interviews begin. Now it's all about the email or online application. Some companies won't even accept a paper version... my own company asked for an email version of Liz's resume when I tried to hand deliver a hardcopy.

So why am I working on a resume? I like my job. I enjoy working in publishing. I like the people I work with and the vibe in the office. I'm finally being recognized by management for my hard work and a for the creation of a really useful in-house website. So what's the problem? Why leave?

It's simple. Boston is just too expensive and it's draining all of our resources. The job market here sucks. Liz can't find a job that she isn't miserable in and even if she could, we can't even come close to affording a house anywhere near the city. We need a house of our own... we want to have kids in the next few years. We could move to New Hampshire and commute, but it would be a long and evil commute, especially in the winter. And it wouldn't help Liz's job situation.

I love Boston. I've live here for over 11 years now. Over the years, most of my old friends have moved away, but I've also met new ones. It's a great city and I'll always love it and everything that it's given to me. Unfortunately, it's starting to feel like my time here is drawing to an end. Not right away... but it's feeling like unless something changes drastically in the near future, we may be in a new city by this time next year. Probably sooner.

This fills me with a combination of excitement and dread. Excitement because it'll be fun to explore a new city and a new way of life. Dread because moves like this require money (which I don't have right now) and a gamble that we'll both be able to very quickly find decent jobs wherever we decide to go. It means that we're probably going to go through a period of being really poor again. Thats a hard adjustment to make after you've gotten used to a certain level of comfort. Maybe we'll be able to find jobs before we go, but realistically that may not happen for both of us. Scary.

So where might we go? Chicago is looking pretty good. Real estate is a little cheaper, publishing jobs exist, and we have friends there already. Some of whom have connections and might be able to help us find decent work. It's also closer to family, which is a bonus. I love my family, and I find that I miss them more and more as I get older. But who knows? Maybe Liz will find the dream job in Boston and real estate prices will drop, and we'll live happily ever after in our Victorian in Jamaica Plain.


Well, I just sent out an email letting folks know that this journal exists... I guess now I'll have to keep it going. :P

Welcome, friends and family...

December 5, 2003

Style sheets hurt my brain...

I've been trying to pretty up this blog with a CSS from Movablestyles. I've installed it... I know the correct information is on the server, but mybrowser shows absolutely no change. It's still displaying the default style. Anyone have any idea what i might be doing wrong? Or is my old style sheet just hopelessly lodged in my browser cache somehow?

On a slightly less technical note, I went out wandering in the cold at lunch today. There are snow storms predicted all weekend, and I thought it might be a good idea to go out and replace my beloved and worn-out Doc Marten boots. It seems that no one in Boston (except maybe Berke's Boots in Harvard Square) carried Docs anymore. I guess I'll have to order them online and wear my arctic boots if things get to snowy in the next few days.

Am I ready for winter this year? I'm not sure. That week in the Mexican sun has made the long dark New England winter that is nearly upon us seem that much more... I don't know... ominous maybe. Not that I'd give it up. I've grown up a Northerner and I love all the seasons. I love a good snow storm. But at the same time, the darkness gets to me after awhile. It makes me want to burrow in and hybernate. I'm going to try to fight that off this year... thanks to one of our new wedding gifts, I may combat the winter winds with the manly art of BBQ. Grill= fire. Fire=Good!


Looks like I figured out the stylesheet problem (hence the new layout from Movablestyle .com).... Although I'm not sure why it wasn't working before. So I guess I didn't so much figure it out as I blundered into a solution. Sometimes I'm an idiot-savante like that... oh well. I'll start tweaking a bit more as time permits.

December 6, 2003

White Gold

It's snowing out tonight... alot. The weathermen are predicting anywhere from 1 to 2.5 feet of snow in the Boston area over the next 48 hours. Fun! It's really pretty out. Our kitten Uma has never seen snow before and she spent a long time staring out the window at it... I wonder what her little walnut-sized brain thought about it all. Whatever it was, it must have tired her out, because she's curled up next to me snoozing away.

Snow brings mixed blessings. Because of the storm, my friend Meryl is on her way here a day early, and I get to spend a little more time with her before she and her boy Gary leave for China. She'll be gone for a year, and I have no idea where I'll be when she gets back. It's kinda surreal. And sad. But also great, because she's finally doing the stuff that she's always wanted to do. She's found a way to get payed to travel and to experience new parts of the world. That is a VERY good thing. But I'll sure miss her. Of course she'll only be an email away, right?

I wonder how the storm will effect her flights, and other plans that we have for the weekend. Mother Nature is a savage mistress. Or something.

December 7, 2003

We Ain't Goin' Nowhere...

Still snowing... I think we're up to 2 feet in Boston. Logan Airport is closed, so Meryl and Gary have had their flight rescheduled for Tuesday Morning. Which is cool with me, because we get to spend a little more time with them before they go.
Last night during the storm we decided to tromp out to JP Licks for ice cream. I tried a sample spoon of their Wild Turkey flavor... very strange. Vanilla with a whiskey finish. Meryl got a whole cup of it and left the icecream shop smelling like a tavern.
Today Liz is cooking a turkey dinner, since we were in Mexico for Thanksgiving. My wife makes a lovely turkey. No lie!

Our cars are hopelessly buried, and I'm dreading the unavoidable "digging out" process. Maybe I'll just wait for the thaw...

The future excavation site of our 20th Century motor vehicles

Our street... no one is going anywhere.

December 8, 2003

Rebuilding one tag at a time

For the first time in three years, I've made a major change to the front cover of daveshead.com. It's simple, but it works. The next step is to come up with a new interface. The old one is still linked and works fine, but I have a LOT of new images to add, plus wedding pictures and such... I may end up cheating and using one of the ready made Gallery apps that are available. Or maybe I'll get industrious and redesign the current daveshead gallery interface to make it more useable with larger galleries. I might be to busy (i.e "lazy") to do that though... And I'd hate to wait another 3 years before the next update.
Almost time to go home and work on chiselling out my car... Miss Lizzy took care of her own vehicle today, so that makes things a bit easier.
I get payed in 3 days... I hate having no money. Thankfully we have lots of yummy leftovers this week!
Meryl and Gary ship out for China tomorrow morning. The best thing about the snow storm was having them around a couple more days.

December 9, 2003

Never say Goodbye

This morning I got up at 5 AM to drive one of my dearest friends to the airport. We're both terrible at goodbyes, I think. When I said, "Travel safe and email when you get a chance" what I meant was "I love you and I'll miss you". When I told Gary to "have a safe and easy trip", what I really meant was "Take good care of my friend Meryl or I will dig a hole to China and then hit you with the shovel." But in a nice way, because I know that he will.

Now I'm at work, and feeling oversugared and undercaffeinated. And maybe a little hung over from the rum and gingerale that I drank last night while watching the "Hebrew Hammer".

December 10, 2003

Man-made Avalanche

This morning I was struck with the harsh realization that there are less than two weeks left before Liz and I leave for Milwaukee for the holidays. Less than two weeks to finish all my holiday shopping... even worse, less than two weeks to print a HUGE amount of wedding photographs to be included among the gifts. I need to start that immediately, if not sooner. This is the point where the holidays start to stress me out. I need to get focused quick if I'm going to get this stuff done. And we haven't even started our wedding thank you cards yet. Cripes.

I might be able to get some of that started tonight, but my primary goal this evening is to work on shoveling off the roof. We live in a building with a flat roof. Normally this is a great thing. We have a very nice roof deck, with a grill and picnic table up there. Unfortunately, we also have a couple of feet of snow. It used to be light and fluffy snow. This evening is supposed to bring a mix of rain and sleet that will convert that light fluff into heavy icy mess. Key word: HEAVY. We live in an old building... it would be no fun at all if our roof collapsed into our living room. No fun at all. So tonight I get to spend some time shovelling snow off the top of a 3 story building. Look out below!

Liquid Man!

My Mom sent me this link:


It's like a lava lamp with legs!

Cold Ordinance

Our roof is no longer in danger of collapse... at least not from rain soaked snow. Liz and I, with the help of our neighbor Ciara, shoveled about 2 tons of the white stuff off of our roof tonight.

Heavy wet boulders of snow make a very cool sound when dropped three stories into a snow bank below. It's a deep thud, not unlike the sound of bombs dropping during CNN broadcasts. We have been shovelling at night, so I have only a rough idea what the ground below must look like. There was about 1.5 to 2 feet of snow on our fairly large flat roof, and almost all of it was dropped into a small area of the back yard, because that was the only area that we could drop the snow into. Thats alot of snow to drop on a small space... and from a great height. In my mind's eye, I picture impact craters and something resembling the surface of Pluto. In reality, it's a snowbank in Jamaica Plain... probably with dirty snow. It's still dark, so I choose Pluto.

Rumor has it there may be another storm this weekend. Winter seems to have moved in and unpacked it's bags.

December 12, 2003

Judgement Day? No such luck...

I wonder if people embrace all those "end times" prophecies because it's easier to think about all the chaos being wiped clean, than trying to figure out a way past their every day problems. After all, if the world ends you won't have to worry about paying off those credit cards... You don't have to worry about losing your job or keeping a roof over your heads. Don't worry about putting your kids through college... they'll complete their education with the angels when the rapture comes. It kinda makes armageddon sound attractive. Of course, the "end times" have been coming since sometime very shortly after the dawn of Christianity. Banking on judgement day seems like a sucker's bet at this point.

Today my head is going in several different directions at once. Wrestling with some weird little Adobe Acrobat display issues, some weird little cgi issues, and then all the non-work related issues. Money, the near future, the less near future, the distant future. Some of it excites me and some of it makes me want to crawl under my bed and hide. But that never really works does it.

Last night Liz and I had dinner with my old friend Matt Brown. I think I've known Matt since the sixth grade... so a I guess that's about 23 years. We haven't really lived in the same city for about 20 of those years. It's funny how time and distance sometimes don't matter that much. Always nice to see Matt.

December 15, 2003

Snow Globe

A little holiday cheer... make sure your sound is on.

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Slow Day in the Book Mines

Today has been slow and unproductive. For reasons too boring to type, production seems to have ground to a standstill in the Book Mines. It's a waiting game... waiting for all the pieces of the production puzzle be present so that we can continue to put it together.

Last night's storm, while certainly nasty while it lasted, left very little behind but a slushy mess. Another storm is supposed to be coming in on Thursday, but that'll most likely be just rain. You know what I'd like? One of those absolutely monsterous Nor'easters that dump 3 feet of snow on you starting on a Sunday night... the one's that they cancel work for... The ones in which all your neighbors are outside on x-country skis, smiling, laughing and dragging around their kids on inner tubes. I love those storms... We had one not long ago, but it was on a Saturday. It's always better when you have to miss work.

Tonight the wife and I are going to go look into getting a family cell phone plan. Now that my old contract is up and the new law says I'm allowed to transfer my current phone number, I'm jumping ship to a new provider with better rates. Any one have any bad experiences with At&T in the Boston area?

December 16, 2003

Call the Rock Line

Last night we signed up a new cell phone service... should be much cheaper since we harnessed the power of our marital status to get a shared family plan. With the new service came a new phone... it's neat. I spent some time last night downloading ringers.

Here's what I got... They say you can tell alot about a man by the way his phone rings:

-The Pixies "Where Is My Mind"
-Led Zepplin "Immigrant Song"
-Flock of Seagulls - "I Ran"
-The Buffy the Vampire Slayer Theme

So what does this say about me?

Guess Who Is Blogging!

My Beautiful Wife, thats who! Now go say "Hi".

December 18, 2003

Office Party

Last night was the "Office Holiday Party". I work with a fairly cool group of people, so these events usually aren't as painful as they sound like they should be. Last evening's shindig involved free food and an open bar at a little place in the South End. I think that allowing that getting your employees drunk every once in awhile is a really wise management policy. It's amazing how much better people get along once they get out of the office and swallow a few martinis. Not that I'm advocating overindulgence in spirits... Heavens no. I'm just reporting on what I saw. Or what I saw after 3 gin and tonics...

One of our annual traditions in the Book Mines is the "Yankee Swap". Everyone brings a gift (valued at $10 or less) to the party. Numbers are drawn from a hat. When your number is called, you pick a gift, open it, and if you don't like it you can make someone who has gone before you trade you for theres. Always a good time... Very cut throat. This year, I got #1... The best number because you open the first gift, and then can trade for anything you want at the end of the evening. Here's what I walked away with at the end of the evening.

Yes... it's a giant wooden tongue, mounted on a wall plaque. Perfect for use as a candy dish, key holder, business card dispenser, and well... conversation piece. Fabulous Fred found it at an antique store in Maine. He told me last night that he was glad I'd won it because he knew when he saw it that it was something I'd appreciate. Still not sure what that means... but I sure can't dispute it.

December 19, 2003

Boring Geeky Stuff

Lizzie and I have been kicking around the idea of gifting each other with MP3 players this year. After much research, Ipod seems to be the way to go. Especially for a Mac user like me. The mac community just doesn't have many options when it comes to MP3 players.

So I did further research... my crusty 6 year old Mac G3 350 B&W is only running OS9.2 right now. Mostly because thats what all my software is geared for. It works fine and I have no problems with it. The catch? The latest generation of Ipods for Macsrequire OSX! Crud... I really don't want to be booting in OSX all the time. The "Classic" environment just doesn't work efficiently. Not on my system anyway. So what to do...

My friend Dave Z. had the solution (as he so frequently does)... get a second internal hard drive, install OSX on that, and only boot up in it when you want to use it with the IPod. So I ran out today, found a good deal on a 40 Gb drive, and theoretically I'm back in business. Of course I have no time to do the installation to see if it'll work. I've got way too much photo work to do before we leave for the holidays and can't risk making a mistake and blowing all my time fixing it.

I really WANT to install it, just to see if it'll work the way I think it will. I need to be more patient.

An Oldie But a Goody

I found this hanging around on my hard drive... It's a classic. Enjoy.

Requires RealPlayer. Click to watch the madness.
WARNING: This is a large file... 2.7Mb. It may take awhile, unless you've got a hi-speed connection.

World's Tallest Building

"NEW YORK (Reuters) - A twisting, shimmering, glass-encased skyscraper topped by a spire evocative of the Statue of Liberty, will replace the destroyed World Trade Center towers, officials said on Friday after months of heated argument between architects over the design.
The building dubbed the "Freedom Tower" will be the world's tallest at 1,776 feet when it is completed by the end of 2008 and is intended to reclaim part of Manhattan's famous skyline shattered in the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks. " (from here)

This is difficult to write about. Difficult because the subject brings up such a strange mix of conflicting feelings and emotions that are difficult for me to sort out.

One an intellectual and political level, the WTC was a great looming symbol. For some people it was a symbol of capitalism, power, and greed. I get that. I understand where it's coming from and why they feel that way. For others, it was a symbol for New York City... a beacon and a monument. Part of what they love about the City. I get that too, believe me.

When Liz and I started dating, I spent a lot of time in New York City. You could see the Towers clearly from her apartment in Brooklyn. Seeing the Twin Towers up close and walking beneath them was always awe inspiring... in the way that NYC is still awe inspiring to me today. It's something about the scale and the energy of NYC. It's breathtaking and addictive and exhausting. I think that was reflected in the WTC somehow.

I remember coming in to work on Sept.11. I sat down at my desk and suddenly everyone was buzzing about what had happened in New York. What had happened? I checked the news sites and my stomach tied in knots. Li z drove under those towers every day on her way to work, right around that time. Phone lines into NYC where all busy, abd most of the cell antennas in Manhatten had been on the Towers. Chaos. Thankfully, even though the phones went down, Liz still had internet access at her office. It didn't take long to find out that she was okay. After that, all we could do was leave the office. No one could work after that. I went home and watched the footage on TV. We all remember what it was like. I won't rehash it. I don't want to remember those visuals.

I remember visiting NYC after 9/11. Seeing Ground Zero while they were still finding bodies in the rubble... the incredible scale of the destruction and the visible damage to the buildings outside of the site that had survived. The gut wrenching sadness of the notes and pictures left to memorialize the people who had died. I remember the smell. I remember the security measures on the FDR and the Brooklyn Bridge. I remember how quiet the city became for quite awhile afterward. All that energy seemed to have evaporated for awhile. I'd never seen the Lower East Side so still. The buzz and energy all came back eventually. The people of New York are resilient. They have to be to live there.

So now they're building again. This time they're building bigger and taller and stronger. Once again, New York City will be the home of the World's Tallest Building. And I think I like that. Not because I think of it as "America standing strong against terrorism" or any such propaganda. It's because I think that New York deserves a building that once again reflects it's energy and it's magnitude. I like the new design. I like the way it twists and shimmers and uses the wind to generate part of it's power. I like that it will tower over the skyline of Manhatten. A new beacon for New Yorkers.

December 22, 2003

"They tried to kill us. They didn't. Let 's eat!"

Last night we had a little Chanukkah celebration at Casa Liz y Dave. Liz made her delicious and now world famous latkes. We also had some bagels that Jenni overnighted to us from Manhattan, some nice smoked whitefish and fresh lox. A nice small gathering with a few old friends and a few new. Unfortunately, we forgot to bring out the pickles until the end of the evening. These are no ordinary pickles... they're straight from Gus's pickle barrels on the the Lower East Side in NYC. Liz's grandfather used to buy pickle from Gus. Best pickles ever.

I spent most of the weekend glued to my computer printing wedding pictures so that they'll be ready to be brought to Milwaukee for Christmas. Not my favorite way to spend a weekend, but I procrastinated on it for weeks so I have no one to blame but myself. Next project... "thank you" cards for the wedding gifts.

Update on the Ipod Saga: We picked up the Ipods this weekend... sadly it turns out that my decrepit old mac will require the addition of a PCI ATA card before I can load another Hard drive into it. So now the whole process will go like this:
1) install PCI ATA card in Jurassic Mac.
2) install new 40gb Hard drive, attached to PCI card
3) install OSX (10.2)
4) update 10.2 to 10.2.6
5) update 10.2.6 to 10.2.8
6) install latest Itunes software
7) finally get to plug in the Ipod and pray it all works

Depending on the whims of Amazon and UPS, I might get this thing running before 2004. I am VERY impatient when it comes to new toys. Liz's is up and running so I've been enjoying it vicariously.

December 31, 2003


This year, Liz and I spent a very nice Christmas in Wisconsin. I grew up in Milwaukee, and have always enjoyed coming home to it. It's an interesting city, one that has evolved in interesting ways since I moved away 12 years ago. Seeing family and friends there just reinforces the positive draw that it has for me. This year, the visit was different in some intangible way. Maybe because this year it may hold the future as well as the past? I don't know. Yet.

2003 has been a very good year. I travelled, I made new friends, I learned a lot about myself, and most importantly, I married the most incredible woman. That in and of itself would be enough to make this one of the best years of my life.

2004 is going to be interesting... I think there are a lot of changes on the way. There need to be, in order to move forward.

I'm not really one to make New Years resolutions... but if I was going to make one this year, it would be to dedicate myself to positive momentum.

Everyone have a safe and Happy New Years Eve. Don't drink and drive or I'll smack you.

About December 2003

This page contains all entries posted to Dave's Headblog in December 2003. They are listed from oldest to newest.

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