Cobwebs from the Attic

Ramblings of a 30-something…

Coming Clean

In the past (even before I goofed and deleted all my old posts) I have been making The Quest posts password protected. 

Why have I done that?  Well, basically I’ve been aware that there are a few individuals from my past that at one time or another have visited my blog.  As corny as this may sound, I didn’t feel that they deserved to know what was going on with me. 

I’ve always looked as knowledge as power.  I still view it that way.  Personal information should always be held at a premium and guarded because sometimes that information can be used to hurt you. 

Maybe it’s paranoia, however the individuals in question have been out of my life for quite a while and honestly, that’s truly the best thing for me. 

So from now on, I’m no longer passord protecting the Quest posts. 

Here’s the first one under the new order of things…

As of July 9th, I’ve lost a combined total of 70 lbs.  I’m feeling a lot better than I did while I was gaining the weight.  I can honestly say that the weight gain started as a response to depression I felt after a couple of relationships that should never have been.  It continued on after I married my wife.  I was comfortable and with that comfort came laziness. 

That’s when I started looking to the future.  What will my kids think of me? How will I interact with them?  Will I even be alive to see them grow up?  That’s when I decided that I needed help.  So I sought it and have responded well to it.

All is good.

5 February 2010 at 21:44 - Comments

17 Years Ago…

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17 years ago yesterday, I started working for Ameritech/Illinois Bell.  Though the years, the name has changed (from just plain Ameritech, to SBC/Ameritech, to just SBC, to SBC/AT&T) now we’re called AT&T which was the company’s name long before I started. 

I would be remiss if I didn’t take some time and reflect upon the successes and failures regarding where I am today.  I won’t publish them here, but let’s just say that time heals most wounds.

I almost feel bad that yesterday I left early because I wasn’t feeling very good.  Oh well, no offense, but after 17 years, I’ve earned a sick day or two.

4 February 2010 at 18:41 - Comments

Hockey Snobbery?

Here’s an interesting article in today’s Chicago Sun-Times.  I post it because, sadly, I am guilty of it.   To those I’ve introduced to hockey, I humbly say…  I’m sorry. 

I’ll comment on this in a little bit.

New and longtime Hawks fans should just get along
Here’s the simple truth: Hockey’s not complicated

February 1, 2010
BY RICK MORRISSEY Sun-Times Columnist
The recent story about the Blackhawks who were three shirts to the wind produced much reader response.

Some of you laughed, along with me, at the relatively tame exploits of Patrick Kane, Kris Versteeg and John Madden.

Guess what? The Hawks bandwagon has room for fans who are both newcomers and oldtimers.

Some of you didn’t think photos of three shirtless Hawks in a limousine belonged in the newspaper or on television.

Some of you wished only people with doctorates in Hockey Knowledge were allowed to write about the sport. By that, you meant people like yourselves.

It’s that third group I’d like to address.

Dear Self-Styled Keepers of the Game:

Hockey is very difficult to play well but very simple to understand.

Thank you. Let’s keep in touch.

Sincerely, Mr. Hockey Jr.

OK, that’s probably a bit flippant. But I’d like you grizzled Hawks fans to look at the relative newcomers sitting near you at the United Center and not shun them. More than that, I’d like you to understand that, because of the nature of the sport, they’re not miles behind you in knowledge of what is happening on the ice.

Why? Because it’s a simple game. A wonderfully fast and athletic game, but a simple game. For a player, the difficulty of hockey is not in its strategy but in being talented enough to keep the puck away from the other team.

Skill plus luck the key
Many of you older Hawks fans don’t want to hear that because you take pride in knowing the intricacies of the sport. Here’s the thing about hockey: There aren’t a lot of intricacies. Players skate like madmen for 40-second shifts. The passing at the NHL level is crisp, a thing to behold, but it doesn’t take a genius to know where the puck is supposed to go. And a fan needn’t have a vintage Dennis Hull sweater to know it, either.

Maybe the kinder way to put it is that it’s as difficult as you want to make it out to be. You might want people to believe there’s a secret hockey decoder ring, but once a newcomer grasps what an offside call is, he’s on his way.

I covered minor-league hockey for two years, starting in 1984, and I can tell you that the general approach of the game doesn’t look much different now. And I’m guessing it didn’t look a whole lot different 25 years before that. The relative skill level is what stands out.

When coaches and players trot out the clich1/8© about the puck bouncing in crazy ways, they’re right. There’s a lot of skill involved but a decent measure of luck, too.

Jealousy quickly apparent
Football has gobs more strategy than hockey and is much more complex.

Basketball teams don’t win games because they trick other teams with plays or sets. They win either because they have better talent, work harder or are more fundamentally sound. It’s very much like hockey in that sense.

Baseball has lots of late-inning strategy but a pace that could put to sleep someone with a six-Red-Bull-a-day habit. But there’s more strategy than hockey.

Soccer might have more strategy than hockey. If only it had checking.

What we’re dealing with here is age-old insider vs. outsider stuff. We humans are jealous of what we consider our own, and we want to protect it. One way is to erect an electric fence. Another is to sigh and say, ”You’ll never understand the neutral-zone trap.”

The phenomenon of longtime Hawks fans with chips on their shoulders began appearing in earnest last season and spread quickly this season as it became apparent the team was a serious Stanley Cup contender. They love that their team is great but hate that their team is popular.

It’s not just the traditional sneering at bandwagon-joiners, either. It’s a holier-than-thou attitude: We’ve been fans longer than you, we know more about the sport than you’ll ever know and you look suspiciously like the Cubs ”fans” who go to Wrigley Field to drink and people-watch.

Hawks fans all in this together
These are the kind of Hawks fans who want you to know they wish they could do their grocery shopping at Gunzo’s, too.

Some of them are the same people who refused to go to games as long as Bill Wirtz was running the show. And that’s a good thing. If you don’t like something a team is doing, make it pay by withholding your money. More sports fans should do it.

But just remember that, like the newcomers who are showing up at Hawks games now, you didn’t support the team during thick and thin. Fair’s fair.

How about embracing the fact that the Hawks are selling out the United Center because of veteran fans and recent additions to the fan base? You’re all on the same team. If the Hawks win the Stanley Cup this season, the insane roar at the UC will have pushed them along.

The club can’t do it without you, Hawks fans. And you longtime supporters can’t make that roar all by yourselves. Make room for the new kids.

And explain the odd-man rush to them. Kindly.

1 February 2010 at 21:11 - Comments
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1 February 10 at 21:14

Die Scalpers!

I’m writing a post today to voice my frustration at those who purchase season or single game tickets to the Chicago Blackhawks for the purpose of resale.

I get it, it’s Economics 101, supply and demand.  But it doesn’t make it suck any less.  My frustration is compounded even more by the fact that for the first time in years, the Blackhawks are actually playing a game on my birthday.  300-level tickets are going for 3x face value. Honestly, if I’m going to pay 150 or more for a seat, I’m going to be sitting in the 100 or 200 level.  Maybe I’d pay 150 or more for a 300-level seat if it were the Stanley Cup Finals, but let’s face it this game is against Atlanta!

Another frustrating side-effect of the Blackhawks’ success is that when I go to a game, it’s more or less transformed into Wrigley Field Southwest.  One game we went to, there were some Lincoln Park Trixie-like floozies kissing each other and taking pictures.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m a guy, I certainly dig girl on girl action (we all have our proclivities), but I’m paying x amount of dollars to see a hockey game.  And dammit, I’m going to see a hockey game, not some attention-seeking whores make asses of themselves. 

Sadly, I think I might have to get my hockey fix over on the Northwest Side with the Wolves.

29 January 2010 at 00:24 - Comments

So, what would you do…

While I’m trying to remember all of the events from NAMM weekend, there is one event that pretty much made the weekend, so I’ve gotta tell you about it…

During NAMM weekend the place to see and be seen after the show closes for the day is the Hilton. It’s right next to the convention center and has a very large lobby bar. (for those who haven’t been there in the last year or so, there have been even more changes since the last time you’ve seen the place) When there are no shows of interest, this is where everyone goes. This is where we went Friday night. We started off with dinner there in the restaurant in the lobby.

As I said, this is where everyone goes. In a short amount of time that after we arrived, I had spotted Mark “The Animal” Mendoza and Jay Jay French (Twisted Sister), Brad Gillis (Night Ranger), Ted Nugent, and Mandy Lion (WW3).

We connected with Gary Hoey and his band (Matt Scurfield on drums and Erik Konds on bass) relatively early and pretty much stuck with them all night. We set up shop at a table in the “Avalon Room” which used to be the main bar. At the table along with us and the band was Matt’s wife Debbi, and a few friends of Gary’s.

At this point we’re all talking, drinking, and just having a good time. I’m still seeing some of my musical heroes go back and forth throughout the room. Soon, I spot Dario Lorena, Chris Sanders, Marten Andersson and Lizzy Borden of the band… Lizzy Borden. Now mind you, this is one of my favorite bands. It’s very rare to find me without some of their material in my phone. (which is also my MP-3 player)

So, we’re there, drinking, having fun, and all that good stuff. I’m standing right next to Kristi. Lizzy walks up to Kristi and starts talking. He’s really leaning into it. Debbi motions me over and whispers in my ear, “You know that’s Lizzy Borden hitting on your wife?”

I respond, “Yeah, if I wasn’t such a fan, I would have stopped him.” This brings on a laugh from Debbi. I then return to my wife’s side. Lizzy still seems oblivious as to a) Kristi’s marital status and b) the big guy next to her being her husband.

Debbi motions me over again, she says, “You think she knows?”

I respond, “Oh yeah! She’s a fan too! I think she would have shot him down already if she wasn’t.” This brings on a bigger laugh from Debbi.

She then says, “I’m going to get a picture of this, you should get in it with them.” Now it’s my turn to laugh. I then take my place beside my wife and her “suitor”. Debbi prepares to take a snapshot of the moment. Me, being the goof that I am, make sure I’m out of the frame. Though I admit, in hindsight, it was a stupid move. It would have been comedy gold to have appeared in the background or even as a participant in the picture.

So, this goes on for a few more minutes and apparently the rest of the band want to move on. Apparently Lizzy leans in, nose to nose to my wife and says, “Hit me up.” And then leaves with the rest of the band.

We’ve had our lauhgs over it. And honestly, I don’t think we’re done laughing at it. I’m pretty sure we’ll get a lot of mileage out of the phrase, “Hit me up.”

22 January 2010 at 02:22 - Comments

NAMM 2010 Pictures

I’m uploading pictures from our trip to Anaheim view them here: http://www.tekky.net/Coppermine/thumbnails.php?album=29

15 January 2010 at 21:21 - Comments

Just one of those days…

Today seems to be shaping up rather craptastically. Maybe it’s Murphy’s Law coming to bear on me. Here’s what’s gone wrong so far…

- This morning I got up to move the car and there was a guy snowblowing the sidewalks of the school from the dusting we got last night. The thrower was pointed right at our car!!!

- Last night I bought a jar of roasted red peppers. I figured I’d try them in tuna. I reached for the jar to see what they were preserved in and it bounced from the right hand to the left hand to the right hand to the carpet and then to the tile. That’s when the jar shattered.

- I bought an electric kettle to make tea here in the office. I set it up and the cord is too short to reach any of the outlets.

- Applications that I work with and support is now experiencing an outage….

I hope there’s nothing else. I’m about two instance from walking over to 7-11, buying a bottle of Jack, and calling it a day.

12 January 2010 at 20:25 - Comments

My First!

Sure, from the title, you’d think this is about my first love. And to a certain extent, you’re right. But let me clear my wife’s mind of the question, “Why is he all of a sudden writing about his first love, aren’t I all that matters?” Yes, my love you are all that matters when it comes to love and support and all that good stuff. This first love is something that I’ve lived with and loved for nearly 30 years. Yes. I’m talking about guitars.

Someone posted on an internet forum asking about the forum members’ first guitars. I was originally planning on replying. But after I had a few paragraphs detailed, I figured I would expand it and then post it here.

“What was your first guitar?” It’s a simple question, however my answer is pretty complex. When I think about my first guitar, while I can certainly blurt out the very first one I ever owned, I feel remiss to ignore other firsts when it came to guitars. I have to delve into a lot of those firsts. However, let’s go ahead and start with the basic answer.

My very first guitar ever was a no-name, nylon-string acoustic that I stole from my older brother. Whenever he would go out with his friends, I’d pull the case out from under his bed, open it up and strum the strings. My mother would come into the room after hearing it and tell me to close the case before my brother got home. Sometimes I did, sometimes I didn’t. When I didn’t… Well, for any of you who have older siblings, or are one yourself, you know the penalty. So after a while, he apparently got tired of beating me every time I touched it and just gave it to me. So where is it now? Sad to say, I think I sold the guitar in a garage sale. To this day, I regret doing it.

While taking lessons at Karnes Music in Hammond, IN with that guitar, my guitar teacher would hint to my mother every week about buying me an electric guitar. He slowly wore her down and for a few months she rented my very first bass guitar. A canary yellow Hondo Precison Bass copy. For reasons not disclosed to me (probably because of my parents’ divorce, money became real tight), the Hondo had to go back to the store. However, this didn’t quench my desire for an electric guitar. I just went back to the acoustic and started chirping louder about an electric guitar.

Whenever I’d go to lessons I’d always go to the guitars on the wall. Whenever we went to Century Mall in Merrillville, IN, I’d demand we go to Globe Music so I could look at the guitars. Little did I know, my parents were setting me up with my very first electric guitar. Globe Music was a small store in the mall that lined it’s walls with plenty of guitars. If my memory serves me correctly, they catered primarily to the beginner. I had no way of knowing that at the time, I just knew that I wanted one. The guitar I would finally end up with was a sunburs Harmony H802. It was part of a package deal, the guitar and the amp for 99.00. I think picks and a strap were included in the deal, but I don’t completely remember. One thing was for sure, I had an electric guitar!

I played that guitar for several years. As my playing progressed and I was buying magazines with guitars in them, I realized that I wanted more. I wanted a better guitar. So I started working. I got a job with my mother as a bus-boy at the country club in which she managed. Being a teenager (started working when I was 14) I would waste my money on frivolities, but the one thing that I wanted was at a music store in downtown Highland, IN called Midwest Music. The very first guitar I ever bought with my own money was a surgical green Series 10. It had a humbucker and two single coils and this one even had a tremolo! I remember riding my bike out there and riding back home with it in my hand. (no case)

Some time after that I was in wood shop and we were given our choice on what we wanted to work on for a project. I chose to build a guitar body. I took the neck off the Harmony and modified it to look more like the BC Rich headstocks of that era. The body I built was reminiscent of the guitar that I obsessed over, a BC Rich Mockingbird. I painted it white with a black jagged line going through the middle. (look up “Steve Lynch – Autograph” and you’ll get the idea) This was obviously, the first guitar I built. (despite it’s lack of any real functionality)

My obsession with guitars was taking hold and I began to learn more and more about them. I think the body that I built in shop class was the culmination of the fact that I knew guitars were made of either a solid block of wood, or two or even three blocks of wood joined together. The guitars that I had owned up until that point were all laminant (aka plywood) bodies. I guess they served my needs at the time. Besides the Series 10, I had also obtained a blueburst Dean Z (pawned), and a hot-pink Kramer Striker 310. (parts, body sold long ago, neck broken) I knew they were laminant-bodied guitars, but that was what I could afford at the time. I had toyed with buying a “real” guitar. I had a friend’s BC Rich Assassin that I was considering purchasing, but it was just too rich for my blood. (I regret that to this day, that guitar was sweet!!)

It wasn’t until my 20s that I actually bought a guitar that I would consider “real”. Shortly after my ex-fiance left me, I went into a little funk. I was hanging out with friends from time to time and befriended a girl that I had a crush on. She obviously didn’t have as much interest in me but I didn’t know any better. Sadly, she was really just using me for a ride to her job in Oak Lawn, IL. Me being in the depressed state that I was, let it happen. My thinking was that maybe she’d see my caring and generosity and consider something more than a friendship. One day I was dropping her off at the store she worked at. She was working a short day so I decided to hang around the area, I knew that Guitar Center was just down the street in Burbank, IL so I was going to go over there and browse. Fortunately/unfortunately when I left to go to Guitar Center she said the magic words to me that I’ll never forget as long as I live… “Buy something cool!”

I walked out of Guitar Center more than $1000 later with my very first “real” guitar, a Jackson Dinky Reverse. (which I still have to this day) It was my first solid-body non-laminant guitar. The Dinky Reverse was made from 1992 to 1995 in Japan. It had two humbucking pickups (a J85 in the bridge and a J80-C in the neck) and a Floyd Rose licensed tremolo. (not my first, that distinction would be with the Dean Z) It was/is black with a maple fretboard. It is the first guitar I had that sported a maple fretboard and would become the standard by which most of the guitars I own today are judged by.

I can continue this story (and maybe someday I will) with how each of the other guitars I own were firsts in their own ways. But let’s just say that when it comes to firsts… you never forget.

28 December 2009 at 23:19 - Comments

A House Divided

My morning routine as of late consists of waking up to my alarm and the radio.  After I get up, I kiss my wife and turn on another radio in the living room, and possibly the kitchen.  Then I make my breakfast and get ready for work.  When I get ready for work, the radio in the bathroom is turned on.  All of the radios are tuned to the same station.  (The Loop, 97.9 FM, WLUP)

That is, until after Thanksgiving.  The radio show host I listen to in the mornings, Jonathon Brandmeier, was let go from The Loop.  So now, I don’t really know what to listen to in the morning to help me get going.  The bedroom radio still turns on to WLUP, but the radio in the bathroom is now on WGN AM 720 (obviously a leftover from cleaning the bathroom while listening to a Blackhawks game), and the radio in the kitchen is on WBBM AM 780. (a leftover from listening to the Bears while making dinner)  Since the radio in the living room doesn’t have AM radio, I just don’t turn it on anymore.

Brandmeier better get back on the airwaves soon or I’m going to go nuts!

 

File this under “YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”

As part of my responsibilities, I keep a schedule of internal release information.  I started it sometime last year.  When I update it the schedule, to let the reader know that they’re reading the latest and greatest, I have the date of the last update in the title.  Until someone pointed it out in the last iteration of the file, I didn’t think that 2008 in the title was a big deal.  I was a little put-off by how some people nit-pick at the minutae.   So, I created a “calendar neutral” version of the schedule.

Imagine my absolute anguish when I get an e-mail from my team lead about someone having a problem with the calendar because it has “2008″ in the title.  This was a version of the very same “calendar neutral” schedule that I sent out where the ONLY difference is the title of the file. 

So I sent out the same file with the new title.

If people are this up-in-arms about “2008″ appearing in a file name, no wonder I can’t get U-Verse where I live.

3 December 2009 at 02:16 - Comments

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