Monthly Archive for October, 2008

charmaspice

Attack of the Pumpkin Ninja Pt. 2

Current Mood:Happy emoticon Happy

Yesterday I blogged about our amazing community experience with Twitter.  Everyday I go outside and see those pumpkins sitting on my porch; I am reminded of the kindness and sense of community we’ve found.  Let me elaborate a little more on why I love the ability this program has given me to find people in my own town as well as accross the country.

I’ve blogged about Twitter before; it’s an awesome way for people to communicate with others around the world and in their own communities talking about daily things in 140 characters or less.  We’ve had many conversations with this group of people, and have been unsuccessful at being able to join them at what are known as GR Tweet-ups.  The group usually meets at a public venue for drinks, conversation, and face to face meetings where we don’t have to limit talk to small posts.  They figured that since we’ve had so much bad luck as of late, and since we hadn’t been able to make it to a tweet-up, they’d bring the tweet up to us…along with some pumpkins for Clare.  I was so overjoyed, and words couldn’t describe how it made me feel to have random people in our community reach out to us like that.  I know Brad has already blogged about this, but I felt I needed to elaborate on how much it has meant to me.  I had no words that night, and am still struggling to find them 3 days later.

All my life I’ve always had friends, and family around me.  Whenever we needed something there was always someone there.  As I grew away from my family by going to college on the other side of the state I didn’t have that.  I’ve always had lots of friends to count on for emotional support, so I didn’t think much of it when we moved up to Grand Rapids, but then the friends we had moved onto their own lives and careers around the country leaving us kind of on our own.  We’ve struggled through life making friends along the way maintaining some of those relationships, but it’s never been the same as having them in the same town and community.  For the most part I figured that if I had Brad it was all I needed, and while he is definitely a good friend & partner in life I’m finding we needed to find a community to live in.

I thought that we had that when we bought our house, but people come and go, the neighborhood changes, and we still didn’t find the community we were looking for.  While neighbors still stopped and talked, it just wasn’t what I had thought it might be.  Everyone comes home, parks in their driveway, goes inside, and stays inside until the next morning when they leave for work.  What happened to the days of going over to “Sam’s house” for a play date and dinner without a second thought?  Today’s time and age has everyone freaked out about “Stranger Danger”, and people are afraid to become a part of a community.  I know that we still need to be aware of our surroundings and not take things for granted, but we also need to have faith in people we know in our community.

Today I think people, at least most people in this town, are finding this in their churches rather than their neighborhoods.  As most of you know Brad and I are not exactly the church-type, so we haven’t found our community yet in this town, at least we hadn’t until Twitter.  This tiny program that allows me to talk to people throughout my day has instilled my sense of community once again.   I now have a group of local people that I can talk to throughout the day about our fine community, and it has helped me realize that there is a sense of community here after all…it just took me 6 years to find it!

I want to thank the Pumpkin Ninja’s for all that they did, even though it may seem like a small gesture to most, it really brightened my mood, and for those that were not involved in the ninja experience I am still greatful to have you in my little Twitter Community.  I can’t wait to figure out a way to show my appreciation for all of you, other than finally being able to put it into words.

charmaspice

Attack of the Pumpkin Ninja Pt.1

Current Mood:Ecstatic emoticon Ecstatic

I know it’s been a while since I’ve last posted, but things have been a little crazy around the Eastowners’ house. About 3 weeks ago I went back to work. It was a huge step for me, and I wasn’t sure if I could handle it. So far it’s been a good thing, and I love the people I work with. I’m working a seasonal job in a Christmas tree distribution office. Apparently I can’t stay away from Christmas trees, as if you know me in real life you’d know that I worked on a small tree farm after high school for a few years. Now, I’m dealing with truck drivers and their companies mostly on the distribution side of things. It’s taken me away from keeping up the house a bit and doing the things I had been doing during the day when Clare was gone, but the extra money will come in handy to help pay down some credit card debt and do some projects around the house.

If you read Brad’s portion of the blog you’ll know that we’ve had some things happen to us as of late…both good and bad. About 2 weeks ago Brad’s cruddy Nissan Altima was stolen off the street from in front of our house. It made life for us a little difficult, as I am Clare’s transportation to school and we leave around the same time as Brad usually does for work, so it wasn’t like I could take Brad to work. Brad walked a few times, rode his bike, and once in a while if we were ready fast enough I drove him to work on our way to school. Well, it wasn’t really on our way, but I made it on the way. It really put some strain on our lives, but in the end Brad got some exercise and actually found that he enjoyed his bike ride.

Then something odd happened 2 weeks to the day the car went missing. I had a voicemail on our phone from a guy named “Josh” who said that there was a Nissan in his driveway, and was wondering if it was ours. It was in an alley about 3 blocks from our house behind a house that looks like it was split-up into apartments with a large parking area where our car was. After calling the cops we went down to identify the car, a squad car came by, took some prints, and sent us on our way with a caved in roof and hood as it looks like whomever took it had a dance party on it. After closer inspection it looks like they may have danced on the roof after not being able to steal the radio out of it.

Things began to look brighter until I went to leave to take Clare to school on Thursday when I noticed all but one of our pumpkins were stolen. I know they were just $20 worth of pumpkins, but the one that really mattered was one that Clare had already carved. She had planted pumpkin seeds at my parent’s house, the pumpkins grew, and my parents took them with them on their Halloween campout with Clare for her to carve. She put lots of time, energy, and creative thought into this pumpkin, and it sucked to have her cry in the backseat of the car on the way to school and later on that afternoon when we found it smashed in the street around the corner from our house. I felt defeated as both a mom and as a human being. What’s next to steal, my porch furniture or my valuables inside my house?!?!?! After school we came home to pack up the remaining things we had outside, so they couldn’t be stolen.

We did have a nice evening despite our morning. Clare played outside, the VW was towed away to be fixed up, and we went out to Moe’s for some dinner. We came home, Clare was sent to get ready for bed, and I curled up on the couch with a blanket, and my laptop to settle down for the night with a drink, and some TV. I had just logged onto Facebook when I heard voices outside. I threw the laptop on the ottoman, and flung open the shade to see people outside with pumpkins. My first thought was now what is someone trying to steal? I opened the door to see about 10 people on my steps, and they all had pumpkins in their arms. They told me that I wasn’t seeing anything and that I needed to go inside, my response was “Shut up, No WAY, stay right there!” “It’s a present from Twitter they said.” I went inside to call for Brad, as he was upstairs tucking Clare in. He came downstairs to see what I was so excited about (although he thought something went wrong). Apparently we had been Pumpkined by some Pumpkin Ninjas, also known as a great group of people we’ve been talking with on an online app called Twitter for about the past 6 months.

More to come tomorrow on our attack…so stay tuned!

the management

Site moved

We’ve moved eastowners to new hosting (hiphiphorray), but nost of the theme and the Gallery is broken.  I have to figure out how to get it working again, which will happen this weekend.  Please stay tuned.

dead headphonist

Unbelievable.

As many of you know, we are reluctant migrators to Grand Rapids.  At first, Kalamazoo was our home and it is a town that we dearly loved and felt like we had our place in.  When I got a job here in GR, we kept living in Kalamazoo and I commuted.  One day, it was pointed out to me that I had a moving benefit available to me that had a lot of advantage; basically moving Char and I up a notch in the housing scheme of things for absolutely no cash outlay of my own.  What a deal!

We decided to get an apartment first and get the lay of the land before buying a house.  We moved into the luxurious trailer park high-rise up on Alpine and went about our merry way, trying to find our place in this seemingly commercialized urban landscape that was rather unfamiliar to both us.

After a couple of years (and a baby), we decided it best to buy a house and we had a pretty good idea where it ought to be.  We landed here in Eastown, in what can only be described as a gem of a home on a great block with really great neighbors.  Life was good, but we had never built the sense of community that we had in Kalamazoo.

After a few years of being here (more than I’d like to admit to), we discovered an online social networking tool called Twitter.  It’s actually a really simple application with a very simple interface; send up to 140 characters at a time in “microblog” fashion.  The only other major feature is the ability to “follow” other users who are doing the same thing, getting a “blow by blow” list of everything everyone you’re following says.  You can respond to each others “tweets”.

Kind of interesting.  The geeks actually pointed it out and we moved the geeklist there first.  Then I discovered that there was actually a large group of local people (GR Twitterfolk) who were also doing the same thing the geeklist was doing.  I got intrigued and started following random people who looked interesting and who were local.  My lovely wife did the same and soon started to become a member of a local social group that discusses things going on around town, our common lives, good places to eat and get entertainment, and pretty much any other topic under the sun.

This has gone on for a while and we’ve been begged to come to what is known as a tweetup (a local gathering of online friends who use twitter).  We’ve been unable to attend for various reasons and always been sad about it.  Thus, we keep on communicating with these good folks via Twitter and hoping to get together someday, which is very exciting.

The reason this is exciting?  Well… this group has created that missing sense of community for Char and me.  We have just recently come to love our town for so many reasons, including the passion that these folks have for the great things in our city (and there are a lot of them).  But we’ll get to that in a minute.

As most of you know, we’ve had a hell of a couple of weeks around here.  A lot has happened.  My car got stolen a couple of weeks ago and showed back up with a crumpled roof and hood this week.  Last night, some hooligans stole a group of pumpkins from our porch, one of which was a pumpkin that Clare had grown from a seed this year.  It was heartbreaking after the emotion of having the car stolen and the pain in the neck that entailed.

Of course, we shared our woes with our community, the good people of the GR Twitter group.  Sympathy was given all around when talking about how our faith in humanity had been somewhat shattered by the goings-on of the past couple of weeks.  It made both Char and I feel better to vent our frustrations and talk about how some of the people in our town had really let us down.  It really was therapeutic.

Tonight, about 15 of them showed up to our place and left an amazing number of beautiful pumpkins on our front porch (as well as left us a couple of bottles of Dark Horse beer… yeah!!!).  Both of us are in complete and utter awe of the kindness of this group of people.  Shocked is a word, but it doesn’t point out the jaw-dropped, tears welling up joy that this act brought to our Eastown household tonight.  There are not words in the English language to describe just how we feel about our friends.  Suffice it to say that this is kindness and caring unlike anything we’ve ever experienced in GR and that we are genuinely moved at this self-less and random act of kindness.

GR Twitterfolk are one of the greatest things about this city, and after tonight, I feel more passionately about that than ever.

Here’s some grainy pics that don’t do justice to this.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/deadheadphonist/sets/72157608311613612/

dead headphonist

Car - Found

I got my car back last night.  Certainly in worse shape than I last
saw it and with damage I couldn’t have anticipated, but we’ll get to
that in a moment.

The story goes like this : yesterday, we got a voicemail from a dude
calling who reported (to us) that there was a silver Nissan parked in
their drive and that they had dug through it looking for a phone
number because it had been sitting there for a couple of weeks.  They
found ours on an oil change receipt.

We called the guy back and let him know that we had filed a stolen
vehicle report on it and that we had to get the GRPD out before we
could anything about the car.  We called the GRPD with the location.
They told us we needed to go there and confirm that it is our car.  We
drove over there (two blocks away from our house) and called the GRPD.
They arrived, took this story, and dusted for prints.

Exciting, I know.  Some of you (who might have seen me this morning), are probably wondering why then am I still riding my bicycle to work.  Now we’re getting to the good part.

A flashlight inspection revealed the following “interesting” scenario:
doors unlocked, no broken glass (I religiously lock my doors).  The
ignition wasn’t punched.  The column wasn’t broken.  The car stereo
FACEPLATE was stolen (irony, I know, but it was a $75 stereo).
Couldn’t see anything else that was stolen other than I think they
took some change I had between the seats.  Weird stuff, but it gets
weirder.

The roof was caved in from what appears to be multiple people JUMPING
on it (good shoeprints… I don’t wash the car).  The hood is in the
same condition.  Yes, people, someone stole my car so they could ditch
it in a random student housing parking lot two blocks away and JUMP ON
IT.

I wish I could make this shit up…

I drove the car home and parked it. It started, car was in the off
position, doesn’t appear to have been hotwired, but I can’t be sure.
It wasn’t out of gas, but was as close as I had left it; floating near
E. In the dark, I can’t do an electrical inspection to try to figure
out how they got it started so I don’t trust going anywhere in it
until I determine that the wiring is still safe.

Un-fucking-real… that’s all I have to say.

Anyone want to buy a 97 Nissan Altima with a caved in roof and a hood
that looks like crumpled up paper?  Needs a little work, but it
runs….

dead headphonist

Eastowners moving soon

We are moving to new hosting over the next couple of weeks.  Please bear with us as we pull this off.  In the meantime, here’s something I sent to the geeklist after a twitter post.

Marc brought up a good question on Twitter, asking if I knew what my
ideal job would be.  In fact, this is something I’ve considered as
there are parts of this job that I absolutely love along with the
generalized disdain.  First some background on exactly what I do,
because I don’t think most of you even really know (hell… sometimes
-I- don’t).

I have assumed the role of IT architect here at Dematic.  You know
that line that says “duties as assigned” in your job description?
Well… -that’s- my job.  I can’t even say I primarily do any one
thing anymore.  I’m a subject matter expert on just about everything
to do with enterprise IT at an engineering and manufacturing company,
up to and including the financial aspects of running a medium-sized
enterprise IT organization.

My highly opinionated, loud mouth gets me tagged for all sorts of
shit, but ya know… I’m not unhappy about that.

This includes project management, admin of all sorts (security, active
directory, sccm/sms, san, network, exchange, vmware, linux/unix, etc),
it system design and implementation, development, resource management
(including capacity planning), support, and education.

Not that I do this stuff alone.  We have a great team here who are
also generally highly opinionated and loud (except for Brandon, who is
just not loud).  :)

As an example of my varied life, my current task list includes
virtualizing a couple of servers that haven’t been yet, writing a new
PC database application (along with automating the data population by
writing a couple of client-side applications), recommending revisions
to the capital forecast for FY09 by restructuring project proposals,
and providing back office support that Brandon would otherwise be
doing if he were not off gallivanting around Mexico celebrating his
nuptials.  :)

I’m learning C# and Linq at the moment.

Of those four or five items, three or four are doing things that I
generally love.  One, the restructuring of the capital forecast, would
be fine if it weren’t for the way in which I have to do it and the
reasons why.  Basically, there’s an expectation that we provide
something for which we are given no resources and expected not to
fail. When we point out the stupidity, we are laughed at.  It’s
maddening.  So we’re left with trying to do things the “least worst”
way instead of doing things right.
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