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Final packing score:
6 cardboard boxes
5 plastic bins
3 suitcases
3 backpack-like containers
2 milk crates
1 filing cabinet
1 bowcase
1 dance mat
6 pillows
Getting everything into the car is going to be a really tight squeeze. I've currently got the bins and bow in, which is probably about half the volume, but we'll see how space ends up. Only one of the boxes is something I'd be fine with shipping; two others might be tolerable to...
Hoping to be gone by 8, which in Salt Lake City in May is well before sunset. Unfortunately, my route is not quite correct to be riding off into it, as they say.
EDIT: No good. I'm three boxes over volume. Utah people, I've got three mostly-empty bottles of liquor (gin, tequila, triple sec) and a card good for a bunch of free/discounted auto maintenance for the first person who can give me a ride to the post office. Give me a call.
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6 cardboard boxes
5 plastic bins
3 suitcases
3 backpack-like containers
2 milk crates
1 filing cabinet
1 bowcase
1 dance mat
6 pillows
Getting everything into the car is going to be a really tight squeeze. I've currently got the bins and bow in, which is probably about half the volume, but we'll see how space ends up. Only one of the boxes is something I'd be fine with shipping; two others might be tolerable to...
Hoping to be gone by 8, which in Salt Lake City in May is well before sunset. Unfortunately, my route is not quite correct to be riding off into it, as they say.
EDIT: No good. I'm three boxes over volume. Utah people, I've got three mostly-empty bottles of liquor (gin, tequila, triple sec) and a card good for a bunch of free/discounted auto maintenance for the first person who can give me a ride to the post office. Give me a call.
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I think the appropriate emotion is shame.
May. 18th, 2008 09:53 pmTournament report: 2008 USIAC
STAR FITA + ORs
There has still not been a year when I improved fro mWesterns to USIACs, and considering this is the last time I'll shoot either, there won't be such a year. I couldn't get my release under control, my string was acting up, and my hands were swelling up.
Oh, and long distances were shot in anything from drizzle to pouring rain, with an inch of standing water on the shooting line. Final score was comparable to two years ago at UCLA.
I want to blame someone besides me. I suppose I could blame my borrowed limbs, since they're all chipped up. I suppose I could blame my string or my increasingly battered arrows. But none of that is fair when I was simply not shooting well, at all.
I did go to the banquet though, and was glad I did. Apparently there's now sponsorship for Academic All-American, something I earned despite a lackluster showing at national indoors. I can pick up top-of-the-line arrows and stabilizers at dealer prices, target mats for shipping only, and certain other deals. More money to spend this summer (and have to by the end, being all graduated and stuff), but I can finally take my chance to pick up x-10s.
I need to figure out a good plan for keeping up on practice while working full-time and maintaining a social life. It's very much not going to be easy, but it needs to happen, or else I'm out of the sport -- not something I want to accept. Maybe there's a coach in San Diego somewhere besides the OTC that I could work with a couple times a month?
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STAR FITA + ORs
There has still not been a year when I improved fro mWesterns to USIACs, and considering this is the last time I'll shoot either, there won't be such a year. I couldn't get my release under control, my string was acting up, and my hands were swelling up.
Oh, and long distances were shot in anything from drizzle to pouring rain, with an inch of standing water on the shooting line. Final score was comparable to two years ago at UCLA.
I want to blame someone besides me. I suppose I could blame my borrowed limbs, since they're all chipped up. I suppose I could blame my string or my increasingly battered arrows. But none of that is fair when I was simply not shooting well, at all.
I did go to the banquet though, and was glad I did. Apparently there's now sponsorship for Academic All-American, something I earned despite a lackluster showing at national indoors. I can pick up top-of-the-line arrows and stabilizers at dealer prices, target mats for shipping only, and certain other deals. More money to spend this summer (and have to by the end, being all graduated and stuff), but I can finally take my chance to pick up x-10s.
I need to figure out a good plan for keeping up on practice while working full-time and maintaining a social life. It's very much not going to be easy, but it needs to happen, or else I'm out of the sport -- not something I want to accept. Maybe there's a coach in San Diego somewhere besides the OTC that I could work with a couple times a month?
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And, here goes the jet lag
May. 14th, 2008 09:16 pmMade it safe into Philadelphia, drove into New Jersey, and we're now chillin' at the hotel waiting for official practice tomorrow. Going from west to east is fine if you're doing late-night things (*ahem*) but terribly awkward if you're doing morning things.
Shooting starts at 8 on Friday. Hoo boy.
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Shooting starts at 8 on Friday. Hoo boy.
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No more furniture.
May. 13th, 2008 09:34 pmI was going to refresh the Craigslist post, but decided, screw it. People are going to be using search anyway. Some friends are gathering stuff up for a fundraiser yard sale, so everything I had left went over there. So now I've got nothing left but full boxes, empty boxes, and piles of junk that need to go into boxes. I think that all gets to wait until Tuesday, except maybe my closet, which is a simple thing. Well, there's the simple way which is leave things on their hangers and just drop them in the bins; or the space-efficient way, which is to actually fold things and then decide what to do with hangers. We'll see if I do either.
My desk and bookshelf both fit into my car, together. Just ... wow.
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My desk and bookshelf both fit into my car, together. Just ... wow.
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48 hours, 150 miles, and one vandalism.
May. 11th, 2008 05:15 pmJust when I'm having a pretty difficult time finding things to really bitch about, the world goes and drops one in my face. I was at a dinner party last night, and when I came out to go home there was silly string all over my car and a glow stick on the ground underneath it.
I think utter bewilderment defeated the fuming rage that was my other option. I mean ... the hell? I didn't think that it was a neighborhood where this sort of thing might happen. The glow stick adds one more layer of wtf. We got what we could off, considering it was after midnight, and then this morning I think I got the rest off. It didn't seem to be a staining sort of thing.
Do new cars just attract this sort or shenanigan? Had the Subaru's protective layer of dirt and dents shielded me all these years? Did I just get unlucky? And what about the glow stick?
Then I went shooting today, and the serving on my string broke. At least that I can just replace without building a new string.
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I think utter bewilderment defeated the fuming rage that was my other option. I mean ... the hell? I didn't think that it was a neighborhood where this sort of thing might happen. The glow stick adds one more layer of wtf. We got what we could off, considering it was after midnight, and then this morning I think I got the rest off. It didn't seem to be a staining sort of thing.
Do new cars just attract this sort or shenanigan? Had the Subaru's protective layer of dirt and dents shielded me all these years? Did I just get unlucky? And what about the glow stick?
Then I went shooting today, and the serving on my string broke. At least that I can just replace without building a new string.
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Moving companies
May. 7th, 2008 02:12 pmEach one that emails me puts me one step closer to defining what I keep by what will fit in a car. I've done it before; don't think I won't do it again. What kind of marketing technique is it to promise up to 74% off some price that you won't disclose?
The 74% quote -- in bold -- has come from two different people, ostensibly from two different companies. The identical inventory list they sent betrays them though.
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The 74% quote -- in bold -- has come from two different people, ostensibly from two different companies. The identical inventory list they sent betrays them though.
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Ending a relationship
May. 6th, 2008 02:37 pmWe've been through so much together, and helped each other through a lot of hard times. You never forget your first, of course, and it's easy to become attached. But you always knew it couldn't last, and times change, and eventually you do have to move on. And really, she's going on fourteen years old.
For those of you with your minds in the gutter: I'm talking about my car.
As I said, going on fourteen years old, and over 180,000 miles. The air conditioner died sometime in the fall, and why would I fix it? It was cold out! But now it's not, and it would cost nearly a thousand dollars to fix, and I have to drive across the desert and start commuting to work and stuff. And I don't have to deal with hills and snow together. So I'm looking at new cars, and trying to get into my head that I will never again drive that Subaru. The car I learned to drive on, the car I crashed two or three times, the car that carried me across the continental divide countless times. There are a lot of memories in that car, but there's also a lot of dents and rust.
In any case, I'm looking at replacements. There's the possibility of buying my parents' Forester, but that's a mountain car, and probably overkill; then my parents would just need a new ski car to replace it with. My father pointed the 05 Scion xB, but I simply can't get over the fact that I'd be driving a toaster. So I'm heading off to test drive a Honda Fit. If nothing else, I can stil get it in blue with a manual transmission, and stay as true to my automotive roots as possible.
Oh, and school. I graduated and stuff. I've mastered Science and I'm still alive!
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For those of you with your minds in the gutter: I'm talking about my car.
As I said, going on fourteen years old, and over 180,000 miles. The air conditioner died sometime in the fall, and why would I fix it? It was cold out! But now it's not, and it would cost nearly a thousand dollars to fix, and I have to drive across the desert and start commuting to work and stuff. And I don't have to deal with hills and snow together. So I'm looking at new cars, and trying to get into my head that I will never again drive that Subaru. The car I learned to drive on, the car I crashed two or three times, the car that carried me across the continental divide countless times. There are a lot of memories in that car, but there's also a lot of dents and rust.
In any case, I'm looking at replacements. There's the possibility of buying my parents' Forester, but that's a mountain car, and probably overkill; then my parents would just need a new ski car to replace it with. My father pointed the 05 Scion xB, but I simply can't get over the fact that I'd be driving a toaster. So I'm heading off to test drive a Honda Fit. If nothing else, I can stil get it in blue with a manual transmission, and stay as true to my automotive roots as possible.
Oh, and school. I graduated and stuff. I've mastered Science and I'm still alive!
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Asking for references
Apr. 30th, 2008 05:33 pmHey Utah people: on a scale of zero to cheney, how evil is Mark Miller (of thousands of car dealerships fame)? I forget which car dealership guy was the one who's dedicated his life and fortune to homogenizing the entire city...
EDIT: Ah, I was thinking of Larry H. Miller. My question stands, though.
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EDIT: Ah, I was thinking of Larry H. Miller. My question stands, though.
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What is going on here?
Apr. 30th, 2008 03:50 pmSo Gmail (in Firefox, on my laptop) is having this problem where it's loaing. And that's all. As far as I can tell it's some sort if infinite redirection loop, that it pops up the "Loading..." page, tranfers some data, blinks the links on the top of the screen, then goes right back to loading and waiting again. My work computer had been doing this for a while, and I'd pretty much ignored it, because popping up something else Google in another tab usually broke the cycle. This is not working this time. Clearing out cookies has not helped, nor does stopping the cycle, logging out of Google, and logging back in again. Anyone have any idea what might be happening? I'm not thrilled to have Exploder be my only access to email.
(EDIT: I can also break the cycle by opening iGoogle in another tab and opening a conversation from there, but it's still not something I want to do all the time.)
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(EDIT: I can also break the cycle by opening iGoogle in another tab and opening a conversation from there, but it's still not something I want to do all the time.)
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Latest sunburn location: calves.
Apr. 20th, 2008 11:29 pmTournament report: CAP Western Regional Championships, 2008
STAR FITA + ORs
No excuses.
I had everything going for me. Experience, recognition, hardware, even a team. The wind was big, but not insurmountable. I've been sleeping. It just took me until noon on Sunday to show up.
I was shaky, I was out of focus, I had no attention span. I was shooting like a Michael Bay film. Well, nothing exploded. But I almost might as well have. I simply could not find the target, could not keep my sight there, and could not release clean. After Saturday, I was something like a hundred and twenty points behind where I should be. Fifty meters was not spectacular -- though after Easton Cup, my standards for it are raised -- but I did correct a nock point problem, which probably helped a lot. Thirty was no worse than ever (I can shoot 320 on a bad day, there), so I don't have to cry myself completely to sleep. But my FITA score was downright shameful. I had no spectacular moments in the ORs either, and was eliminated in the quarterfinals as the day drew on.
It was a good weekend for the team, though, bringing in 6th-7th-8th place in the FITAs and a bronze medal after ORs. We're definitely on the radar now. USIACs is on the horizon, and we'll have three solid weeks with nothing to do but practice. And I absolutely have to use them. Practice, or the lack thereof, killed me this weekend. I don't want to make that mistake again.
I also don't want to try to coordinate travel with someone that insists on flying standby again, but may not have a choice.
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STAR FITA + ORs
No excuses.
I had everything going for me. Experience, recognition, hardware, even a team. The wind was big, but not insurmountable. I've been sleeping. It just took me until noon on Sunday to show up.
I was shaky, I was out of focus, I had no attention span. I was shooting like a Michael Bay film. Well, nothing exploded. But I almost might as well have. I simply could not find the target, could not keep my sight there, and could not release clean. After Saturday, I was something like a hundred and twenty points behind where I should be. Fifty meters was not spectacular -- though after Easton Cup, my standards for it are raised -- but I did correct a nock point problem, which probably helped a lot. Thirty was no worse than ever (I can shoot 320 on a bad day, there), so I don't have to cry myself completely to sleep. But my FITA score was downright shameful. I had no spectacular moments in the ORs either, and was eliminated in the quarterfinals as the day drew on.
It was a good weekend for the team, though, bringing in 6th-7th-8th place in the FITAs and a bronze medal after ORs. We're definitely on the radar now. USIACs is on the horizon, and we'll have three solid weeks with nothing to do but practice. And I absolutely have to use them. Practice, or the lack thereof, killed me this weekend. I don't want to make that mistake again.
I also don't want to try to coordinate travel with someone that insists on flying standby again, but may not have a choice.
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Apparently for the first time ever a woman has won an Indycar race. (I know this because the blinkybox says so.) The ESPN commentary is, well, confirming my suspicion that car racing would be a sexist sport. "Look at that trophy! I bet they won't expect *her* to lift it up older her shoulders!" Repeated comments about "girls" or "females" in the sport ... nothing about "women". "Just think -- she'll be a MOM someday! What a thing you could tell your children!"
Yeah, it's historic, but the comments. They're making *me* twitch.
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Yeah, it's historic, but the comments. They're making *me* twitch.
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Apr. 2nd, 2008 08:26 amHee, just kidding. Actually, I got the official offer yesterday, and since Qualcomm is a Serious Business I can only assume that the numbers it contains are for real. Truth be told, I've got no reason not to accept it.
[Poll #1164620]
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[Poll #1164620]
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... Well, damn.
Apr. 1st, 2008 12:38 pmQualcomm called me back. Turns out that they were being a bit overenthusiastic in their hiring and they don't have a spot after all. Couple that with having lost touch with Ice Edge, and we're back to square one. I'm really not sure where to go from here. Maybe archery instruction has something to it after all to pay bills; I could also maybe find a coach in San Diego and start practicing full-time. With four years of practice, I might be looking at London 2012...
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Tournament report: 2008 Easton Cup
STAR FITA, round robin and elimination rounds
I was shooting this tournament almost on a whim, but I'm really, really glad I did. Otherwise, Westerns would have been my first tournament of the season, and then all this crap could have gone wrong sometime it matters more to me. Or maybe it could hvae gone wrong in practice, and I would have gotten the "what, again?" looks from the regulars. But here's the bottom line: I did particularly well, under the circumstances.
( Long, gruesome descriptions )
So Tuesday, it's back to the string jig, this time with long enough and with thicker serving. With three weeks to westerns, I want to not have this many issues; I just want to walk in and take the division by storm. I'm feeling more and more like I can do it in spite of everything.
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STAR FITA, round robin and elimination rounds
I was shooting this tournament almost on a whim, but I'm really, really glad I did. Otherwise, Westerns would have been my first tournament of the season, and then all this crap could have gone wrong sometime it matters more to me. Or maybe it could hvae gone wrong in practice, and I would have gotten the "what, again?" looks from the regulars. But here's the bottom line: I did particularly well, under the circumstances.
( Long, gruesome descriptions )
So Tuesday, it's back to the string jig, this time with long enough and with thicker serving. With three weeks to westerns, I want to not have this many issues; I just want to walk in and take the division by storm. I'm feeling more and more like I can do it in spite of everything.
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Flying blind
Mar. 27th, 2008 12:54 pmFor the tournament this weekend, I'm getting HUGE mixed messages. First of all, word on the street is that all tournaments this year will be Olympic rounds only: all 70m, all the time. Naturally, this is all I have a sight setting for. The info online, though, claims that this weekend is a full 90-70-50-30 FITA round. Second, and even weirder, everything I've found claims that the first three distances are on Saturday, and the fourth on Sunday -- according to others, this is simply not allowed for an Official Tournament. It's not just a field I've never shot at, it's an airport I've never flown through. On top of all that, I've having serious string issues, and practice simply hasn't been up to snuff for a while. I'm calling this a dry run for the next couple ... and I'll be back to the string jig, over and over and over again. Ugh.
Weirder dreams than usual, last night, or more explicit anyway. There were people staying somewhere with pretty much a no-visitors policy, but I was there anyway; there was someone else in the room but there was still the start of a menage a trois. We were found and I was sent out, or at least downstairs; I was going to go to sleep but it was games night. I had Munchkin, or Fluxx, but the box actually contained a Magic deck. I headed outside, and it was 3 in the morning but still light and warm. It had something to do with the moon being destroyed, or something. The particularly odd thing was that most of the people were actually people I know, instead of the usual generic human entities I dream about...
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Weirder dreams than usual, last night, or more explicit anyway. There were people staying somewhere with pretty much a no-visitors policy, but I was there anyway; there was someone else in the room but there was still the start of a menage a trois. We were found and I was sent out, or at least downstairs; I was going to go to sleep but it was games night. I had Munchkin, or Fluxx, but the box actually contained a Magic deck. I headed outside, and it was 3 in the morning but still light and warm. It had something to do with the moon being destroyed, or something. The particularly odd thing was that most of the people were actually people I know, instead of the usual generic human entities I dream about...
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Responses to a meme.
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zhukora1 asks: Got any phobias or otherwise irrational aversions? If so, do they/have they ever affected your decisions or the way you choose to live your life?
I'd like to think it's not irrational, but I don't like wondering where my basic needs will be coming from, or relying on others for them. When I interned for NVIDIA for a summer, I didn't have confirmation about the room I was renting until the evening that I'd already driven into town, and I was parked on some friends' couch. That was not a fun week, and it prompted me to get whatever apartment I could before moving to Salt Lake, without any of this "visiting" nonsense. The apartment I ended up in was poorly insulated and not in the most convenient location. The same reasoning had applied when I had several job prospects in SLC and none in San Diego; fortunately that has been resolved.
ozzygoddess asks: What is the least desirable of all household chores and why?
Dusting, oh gods dusting. Either you just kick all the dust back up into the air so it can fall all over everything again, or you use some tool approximating a wet washcloth that can't get into all the tiny little crannies you find (never mind the ones you forget). There's always more places than you could have possibly thought, and anywhere there's a sharp corner you can't quite get into you end up with a margin of dust all around your clean surface. And you knock stuff over or otherwise make a mess in the process.
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zhukora1 asks: Got any phobias or otherwise irrational aversions? If so, do they/have they ever affected your decisions or the way you choose to live your life?I'd like to think it's not irrational, but I don't like wondering where my basic needs will be coming from, or relying on others for them. When I interned for NVIDIA for a summer, I didn't have confirmation about the room I was renting until the evening that I'd already driven into town, and I was parked on some friends' couch. That was not a fun week, and it prompted me to get whatever apartment I could before moving to Salt Lake, without any of this "visiting" nonsense. The apartment I ended up in was poorly insulated and not in the most convenient location. The same reasoning had applied when I had several job prospects in SLC and none in San Diego; fortunately that has been resolved.
ozzygoddess asks: What is the least desirable of all household chores and why?Dusting, oh gods dusting. Either you just kick all the dust back up into the air so it can fall all over everything again, or you use some tool approximating a wet washcloth that can't get into all the tiny little crannies you find (never mind the ones you forget). There's always more places than you could have possibly thought, and anywhere there's a sharp corner you can't quite get into you end up with a margin of dust all around your clean surface. And you knock stuff over or otherwise make a mess in the process.
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