What’s Up? (7/23/2018)

New York
I spent a week back in New York, from July 14 to July 21, and it was a much-needed vacation. Time to rest my brain from work, time to rest; period, by banking in some sleep hours, and I would say time to rest my body — except I did get some good exercise in. On Tuesday, July 17, I rode 8 miles on a bicycle out to Jones beach for breakfast at the beach — an egg bagel with butter, which tasted delicious on this cloudy, foggy morning at Jones Beach. Only problem was, just 2 miles on the ride back my front tire popped, and I had a very bumpy ride back home.

Still, this visit to the beach, and another one with my friend on Friday, July 20, were really good for me. I love the beach, even if the reality of beaches are very, very different from the fantasy of them. “Beach vibes” reduce the beach to a certain type of music, with perfect blue waves and white sand – and I surround myself with music and art that remind me of beach vibes. But the reality of Jones Beach is less ideal, and all the more beautiful for it. The sand at beaches isn’t all white, it’s brown and tan and filled with seashells and dead things. The water at oceans isn’t all blue, on a cloudy day it can get green, grey, foamy, all that good stuff. So thanks, beaches, for bringing the sound of relaxing waves, squawking seagulls, salty air and, occasionally, fishy smells. The good and the bad.

Silky’s
On August 7th, 2015, I made my first of many visits to Silky’s Sports Bar and Grill after moving to Squirrel Hill. When I went there on June 23, 2018, I did not know it would be my last visit to Silky’s. Upon coming home from my vacation on Long Island, I found my favorite bar – or at least my most frequented bar, was closed. I can’t say I’m incredibly shocked, as Silky’s could get quite empty when there wasn’t a Steelers or Penguins game on TV — but still, not getting to give Silky’s a proper goodbye hurts a little.

What was my last beer there? A lager, an IPA? I know I was watching Germany play Sweden during the group stage of the 2018 World Cup, and it was the day before the Stride for Pride 5k, so I didn’t want to drink too much. What will happen to that bottle of Bacardi 151 they had lying around? Will anyone miss the Cherry Master video slot machine that sat largely unplayed on the bar counter?

You create a lot of memories at your local bar, no matter what that local bar is, no matter where you live. I didn’t get a chance to actually give a toast to Silky’s, so, here’s what I’ll say instead. You could always count on Silky’s for a few things: 1) Sports, 2) Good beer, 3) Waffle fries to die for, and 4) Jay Bird.

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What’s Up? (6/18/2018)

Greenfield Glide 5K
It’s already been two weeks since I ran my first 5K on Sunday, June 3rd — the Greenfield Glide — which was somewhat familiar as a good half-mile was on park trails that I run on regularly. The big takeaways for me was, first of all, that I’m capable of running 3.1 miles in at least 35 minutes (probably less, if I hustled more) and two: that running a 5K with hundreds of people is FUN and gives you motivation. So that being said, no surprised that I’ve signed up to run another one this Sunday, June 24 — the Stride for Pride.

Yoga
Another recent first for me — this past Sunday, June 17 I attended my first Yoga class, a 75-minute Vinyasa Flow session in a 85-degree room that was dripping with humidity. It kicked my ass, in a good way. Not the same workout as a run, but different in a valuable way, as parts of my body got a workout that wouldn’t have been worked out otherwise. I also learned a lot from the amateur mistakes I was making as a first-timer, and I look forward to improving my Yoga game in future classes.

Lucifer
Lucfier is a weird show that refuses to die, and I can’t help but appreciate that. The buddy-cop procedural crime show about the LITERAL devil getting paired up with a homicide detective to solve murders got renewed for an okay Season Two and then somehow, a Season Three (which was pretty disastrous, even alienating the few fans that stuck around that long). After getting the axe from Fox, #SaveLucifer became a trending topic, however forced by the desperation of the Lucifer community, who never quite got what they wanted out of the show. I mocked the Save Lucifer movement, and yet, and yet, the show got picked up for a Season Four by Netflix.

Back in 2016 I wrote “With any luck the show’s writers will spend less time in Season Two reminding us that the devil likes to fuck, and more time bringing these two [Lucifer and Chloe] closer together and giving Chloe definitive proof that she’s working with the real devil.” While Season Two continued to develop Lucifer’s whole “Ladykiller In Love” trope, as a man-child playboy with a fixation on his partner, Chloe Decker, it continued to flip-flop on the will-they won’t-they story. As TV Tropes puts it: “Lucifer, who has charmed and slept with possibly thousands of women, realizes in Season Two’s “Homewrecker” that he’s in love with Chloe.”

Season Two’s cliffhanger ending had Lucifer on the verge of confessing his love for Chloe before being mysteriously interrupted, and then Season Three only further taunted fans by teasing out their relationship even more by turning it into a love triangle, and ending the show with the most tantalizing cliffhanger the fans could imagine — Chloe finding out that her partner, Lucifer, is ACTUALLY the devil.

After an awful Season Three, even by Lucifer’s cringe-worthy standards, I can’t help but admit that I am totally here for Netflix’s Season Four, and I hope the show can go out on a nice 10-episode swan song. And then please, let this show die. Or reach 100 episodes. I don’t know.

What’s Up? (5/30/2018)

Solo
I saw Solo on Thursday, May 24 — I didn’t think I’d be seeing it on opening night, but thanks in part to MoviePass, there I was. I was shocked that Solo wasn’t a complete disaster or a mess, and in fact, it was actually pretty good for what it was. It was the first of a handful of pleasant surprises that I would encounter on my birthday weekend.

Cider
On Friday I enjoyed some apple cider with the S.O. at Arsenal Cider House. Beautiful weather, pleasant live music, and the company of birds in the cider garden made Friday evening especially relaxing. Fresh margherita pizza from Piazza Talarico also hit the spot; it made a really strong first impression, considering I’d never gone before. (+1 Pleasant Surprise).  

Formula One
The Monaco Grand Prix always falls on my birthday weekend, and is always a weird affair. I love it, but the races aren’t that exciting, however, I get really invested in rooting for my drivers. This year was no exception, as I was on the edge of my seat nearly the entire race hoping Daniel Ricciardo would win, as he almost did in 2016 — and thankfuly he did. (+1 Pleasant Surprise).

Pirates
After the Monaco Grand Prix, I planned on going to a Pirates game on Sunday afternoon — except the weather forecast all week long called for rain, thunder, and clouds. On game day though, we had none of that — basically clear blue skies with a fair mix of clouds, but nothing bad. (+1 Pleasant Surprise). Too bad the Pirates lost, no surprise there I guess. It was still a brilliant day for ballpark snacks, beer, and cheer.

Cake
I capped off my birthday weekend with an unplanned double-birthday party, with my S.O.’s 4-year-old niece. It was really cute, and honestly such a nice, casual thing to do on your 25th birthday — I can’t remember the last time I had cake on my birthday, but I’ll remember having cake on my 25th.

What’s Up? (5/10/2018)

I’m Turning 25

This is something I can help to think about, and with increasing frequency as my 25th birthday approaches nearer and nearer. It’s a multiple of 5, it’s the halfway point of my 20’s… and it shouldn’t be that big of a deal.

And yet, there have been a few choices I’ve made this year that I think I can attribute to an underlying desire to meet that age, 25, with a renewed or reinvisioned sense of self. Such as; starting a new wardrobe of “professional” clothes for a job with no dress code, trying to be more financially independent and responsible, trying to introduce some variety into my cooking, closely tracking how often I drink, exercise, read, write, practice dutch, etc.

I’m demanding more of myself. This isn’t a bad thing, but the origin of the demand is mysterious. Do I really want to be more productive simply because I’m turning 25? Do I think 25 year olds are supposed to be more productive? I suppose with age comes maturity, and to an extent I would believe that someone who is 25 should be able to cook more meals than I’m capable of.  

As I describe it out loud, I think it’s more likely that this is a natural extension of trying to improve myself year-over-year. If I do a little bit of running in 2016, I’ll want to do more of it in 2017, and then even more running in 2018 (maybe even a 5k or two). The wardrobe change is perhaps harder to explain, other than the fact that a wardrobe should always be changing and evolving with a person, right?

If I trace my evolution from graphic tees in early college, to fancier graphic tees with infinity scarves late in college, to even fancier all-over print tees and basic v-necks post-college, I can clearly see a pattern. I’ve been trying to cultivate a more mature look for years. (So no, the new wardrobe isn’t about turning 25, it’s just about getting older in general, I guess.)

I have to thank myself for writing this, otherwise I might have believed in my own quarter-life-crisis, which would have been a bit over-dramatic.

What’s Up? (4/15/2018)

Alien

This past March I saw Alien 3 for the first time. As someone who could talk a big game about loving Alien (79) and Aliens (86), it was a little strange to me that I had never completed the original quadrilogy. Little did I know that watching Alien 3 for the first time would just completely set me down a path, on in which I watched the entirety of the original Alien franchise, plus some extras.

On March 4: I sit down to watch Aliens, almost like a comfort food movie. I know it’s good, I’ve seen it before, and watching it again instead of something new erases the anxiety of choice. 5 out of 5 movie, no question.

On March 8: I watch Alien 3 for the first time — and it’s so, so flawed — but in a way that I can’t help but imagine what it could be. And like, this movie came out in ‘92 right, so I’m officially the last Alien fan to discover how disappointing the third entry in the series is, but I’m still reeling from that. It’s a 3 out of 5 movie, that I really, really wish could earn that extra star.

On March 15: I watch Alien: Resurrection for the first time. The movie is definitely the worst of the bunch in terms of writing, but I have to say, at least it wasn’t such a downer like Alien 3. The film’s unrelenting and goofy “Tude” kept me in a positive mood through it all, but given some time to think about it, I realize that I probably liked Resurrection more than 3, even if I recognize that 3 is so much better. It’s a 2 out of 5 star movie.

On March 17: I watch Alien: Covenant for the first time and it’s fine. But since I’m a sucker for the Ridley Scott aesthetic established in Prometheus and continued here, I gotta give it 4 out of 5 stars.

On March 20: I watch Alien for the third or fourth time, just to tie a nice bow on this experience. Actually, it was my first time seeing the Director’s Cut of Alien, and I actually think the scenes it adds are a bit too much. That one towards the end just kinda ruined the pacing, I think.

See? That’s a lot of Alien to watch in one month, and I didn’t even fit a screening of Prometheus in there! So yeah, that’s What’s Up, I’m getting into movies.

What’s Up? (1/31/2018)

2018 Resolutions

I don’t like to go too long without journaling here. The act of putting internal reflection into words, and publishing that, publically, can be pretty cathartic. Early January, when people are executing on New Year’s Resolutions, is both a great and dangerous time to commit thoughts to paper. Sometimes people come up with loft resolutions with no plan of execution — heck, I’ve been there. I’ve probably, definitely, declared a resolution on this blog that I’ve never followed through on, but I like to think I’ve learned how to come up with achievable goals.

For instance: Let’s say I want to work on my running. Running more miles this year vs. last year is an unknowable goal. I can only guess how many miles that would be, and putting a number on it needlessly complicates things.  But I do know that I ran downtown three times last year, so, running downtown five times this year would be a measurable goal and realistic, if low, goal.

If I want to lose some kinda weight, that takes even more work to measure. For instance, last year I believe I said “I want to weigh less than 170 lbs at least once” – and there were occasions where I weighed myself and got in at 169, which I’ll take as a win. If I want to improve on last year’s goal and say “I want to weigh less than 170 lbs for a week” I’ll have to keep track of my weight over time. Not only that, but it’d take significantly more work — I couldn’t just hit 169 once and call it a day, I’d probably have to get down to 165 to account for normal fluctuation.

Do you see how much trouble a resolution like that could cause? I’d much rather just run downtown five times a year, and maybe lose weight in the process, but in the end that doesn’t matter as much to me.

Pick Up Guitar

One of my resolutions this year is to simply pick up the guitar again. I have three guitars; one acoustic slide, one acoustic, and one electric. They could all use a little work before I get back into the hobby. The acoustic slide just needs a little tuning and we should be good, the regular ol acoustic needs to be brought to a local shop and repaired, but it will be worth it to get that up and running. And then there’s the electric guitar, which probably needs a full-on factory repair, because the pickups aren’t working.

I feel like I have a funny relationship with guitar. Yes I have 7-8 years of experience with it, but I’m probably still no better than your average intermediate student. I spent a lot of time messing around, improvising, learning this song and that song, but I seriously lack practice in some of the basic fundamentals. Not that I’m looking to change that this year — that may be too lofty a resolution — no, I’m just looking to pick it back up and start playing once a week.

Learn Dutch

So get this. In 2016 I stumble on an ASMR video that is a basic lesson in Dutch, teaching the colors, rood, oranj, geel, etc. I find it kinda cute (because ASMR) but also satisfying to repeat. The J’s and G’s feel particularly nice.

So on June 30, 2016 I downloaded Duolingo and, on a whim, just started some Dutch lessons and never looked back. So what started as an experiment is now something I’d like to finish in 2018. I feel like, with enough time and effort, I should be able to finish all of the Duolingo lessons in the Dutch language. This might be the most demanding of my 2018 resolutions.  

Travel West

This resolution is incredibly short and simple: I think I’d like to travel west of Pittsburgh for something, sometime this year. Probably a concert. This isn’t a matter of improving something in my life, or bettering myself, it’s just a thing I think would be fun to do.

Get A Tattoo (Design)

This resolution is more “unfinished business” than anything else. In the summer of 2014 I commissioned a design for a tattoo that I never got. On some level, I’m glad I didn’t go through with the original idea, and I had time to think about it. In 2015 me and the artist re-aligned on a new idea that also never came to fruition. I don’t think I’ve been ripped off as a much as he’s simply busy or has completely forgotten, but I’ve also had no luck in hearing back from him, which is a little scary. If I can at least get the commission drawing in my hands by this summer, than this four-year-long journey will be over, and the journey of actually getting a tattoo can begin.

Pair Down My Cocktail Bar

Oh geez, this will probably be my longest entry in a long, long time… but another thing I want to do in 2018 is trim down some of the excess liquor in my kitchen. There are a lot of bottles in my posession that were purchased and rarely touched. When you get into cocktail culture, I think it’s easy to buy things thinking you *need* them in your bar, or you *need* them to make this particular drink. When you get to where I am, I think you start to realize what you like and what you don’t, and you can start focusing on having ingredients solely for your favorite drinks rather than having a little bit of everything.

For my sake, there’s probably only two categories of drinks that I want to be ready to make at a moment’s notice: classic Gin cocktails, and tiki drinks. For me, pairing down my cocktail bar doesn’t mean throwing out the liquor I don’t want, but rather, testing myself to use unwanted liquor to make good “farewell” drinks. Excess vodka can be used for mules, Cherry Herring for Singapore Slings, etc. Once living with a well-stocked but “minimal” bar, I shouldn’t be tempted to pick up random bottles anymore — I should only replace the necessities once they’ve been used up.

The irony that my first goals were all about being healthy and running, and that my last goal was about being a more efficient connoisseur of alcohol, is not lost on me. Believe me, I’m aware how polar-opposite some of my favorite things are, but that’s just life.

What’s Up? (12/12/2017)

New York, New York

So, it’s been 2 weeks since I’ve been back in Pittsburgh after about 12 days in New York. I meant to write this immediately upon my return, but, a little time away to think doesn’t hurt. I do struggle when thinking about New York conceptually; it is where I’m from, it is my first home, but I don’t want to gush about it too much. My friends and family there are great, and it’s really easy to be surrounded by the sights of the city and become infatuated by them, but then there’s Pittsburgh, my chosen home. And when I’m away from Pittsburgh and I’m in the house I grew up in, I don’t know, it feels wrong. It feels too much like coming home from college, only different, like I went to college and never came back and that’s resented. It’s weird being a stranger in the house you grew up in — you can’t help changing while you’re away, and you spend enough time away from everyone that they’ve changed too (like, when did your brother get into Kendrick? I wish I was there for that).

Every visit to New York brings feelings like these; you’re glad to see everyone, but the ways in which you’ve changed sometimes leads to unexpected results. Sometimes that’s good, sometimes that’s bad, and the whole thing feels very melancholy.

Cleaning Haus

In the 12 days I spent in New York, I spent a pretty significant amount of time just cleaning my old room. It’s unrealistic to expect this room that hasn’t been mine in 6 years to reflect who I am, but I can at least bring a few touches of the new me to the room. Something the Pittsburgh version of me is really into is tidying, and in tidying I probably threw out 2 garbage bags worth of old crap. Old drawings, notes from as far back as my sophomore year of college, and useless trinkets were all over the room, scattered and taking up space. It gave the impression that someone lived there, with all of this media lying around, but whoever it was hadn’t lived there in quite some time.

The room went from wearing the trash of my past, to accessorizing my past, fashionably. Some good drawings from high school are now propped up, some decorations my dad purchased, and even some toys from childhood make an appearance. With another round of cleaning in December it might start to feel more and more like my room again (or something I at least had a hand in designing).  

Focus

I will say this about being in New York — every second that I’m not in Pittsburgh reminds me of who I am and what I want to do in Pittsburgh. It gives me a focus and a drive. I long to return to my work, to return to my apartment, and to work hard to improve both.

Obit. for a Tree

Today when I returned to work, a four-story tree that stood outside my apartment all three years that I’ve lived here, was cut down. I didn’t even get to say goodbye, so I’ll write my farewell here.

That tree gave me front-row seats to so many birds, from tiny chickadees and hummingbirds, to red-tailed hawks. That tree and I went through the seasons together, and I’m going to miss seeing it outside my window. Peace out tree, it’s been good.