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March 1, 2007

back to first year

I’ve been living life like a first-year law student lately, except for the whole reading thing. My friends have instituted a mandatory happy hour every Friday at 4, and I usually last till about 8 or 9 before giving up and going home. There’s only so much partying I can handle. My late twenties feel different than my early twenties. That difference in feeling is what you might call “hangover.”

One of my friends, a girl who has thus far managed to hide her true party-girl ways, found herself dancing on top of a pool table at one of these happy hours a couple weeks ago. I was so proud. As for me, well, I did my part. I’m not much of a tequila guy but I had my share of margaritas. I got one girl to show me her yoga skills (wow) and then a guy decided to the same (ugh). What amazes me is that this weeks’ happy hour was already planned on Tuesday. TUESDAY. We really are back in first year.

March 4, 2007

your Hebrew lesson for the day

Max, my 18-month-old nephew, calls my dad Aba, which is actually the Hebrew word for dad. He’s unable to pronounce the ‘s’ in Saba, Hebrew for Grandfather. I was visiting my sister and her family in Austin this weekend, and when Max saw me, he said “Abba.” Which is funny because I’m neither his Abba nor his Saba, but when he saw the tall, funny looking guy with glasses, he thought I was his Saba.

Maya, the three-and-a-half year old, has her own ideas about me. She stubbed her toe and my sister was trying to get her to eat some soup, but Maya was too concerned about crying over the stubbed toe. So I told her that I’d eat the soup if she didn’t hurry up, and then I made a funny face, and she said, “HEY! You’re thilly! Hee hee hee.” She laughed, the tears vanished, and started she eating the soup.

March 5, 2007

so you wanna be a rock star

Out with the old, in with something else, maybe older.

I’ve been playing a Fender Precision Bass* since 2001 even though I swore I would never buy one. They’re very plain and simple and ubiquitous. You’ve seen them everywhere. It’s the classic look that’s been around since the 50’s. Thing is, because there are so plain and simple, they always sound good, never break down, and are easy to fix.

I always wanted a Gibson Bass – either a Ripper, RD Artist, or Victory – so I could sound like Krist Novoselic from Nirvana.** Yes, it was a teenage dream. He’s basically the reason I started playing bass. I was 14. Give me a break. These Gibson basses look and sound completely different from Fenders but are hard to come by (and are expensive) because Gibson only made them for a few years, circa 1974-1983. Prices have steadily risen in the last few years because of increased exposure by other well-known Gibson users – Mike Dirnt of Green Day for one.

The time has come to sell my old Fender and get something else. Something completely different. My options are to get one of the Gibsons, a Fender Jaguar Bass (something new Fender concocted that combines 60s retro with modern technology), or what I like to call a geek bass.

A geek bass is a ‘high-end’ bass that normally comes in a natural or translucent finish that lets the wood grain show through. These basses abandon the classic Fender and Gibson shapes in favor of a more modern design that in some cases makes the bass easier to play. They may also come stock from the factory with complex electronics and an onboard pre-amp. If you don’t know what an onboard pre-amp is, suffice to say it’s like slapping a mini stereo amplifier inside the bass and wiring it up to the pickups.

I call these basses geek basses because of their new-fangled electronics – 5-band EQs, active circuitry, compression, expansion, pan, treble/bass boost/cut, blah blah blah – and exotic sounding woods – zebrawood, pau ferro, bubinga, purple heart, tiger eye, etc etc. It’s like listening to tech geeks talk about tech stuff. (Not that I’m one to talk…) These basses also don’t really exemplify the “rock” look. They say, “I sit around my apartment and practice jazz riffs” instead of, “I live a life of no rules, plenty of alcohol, I regularly trash hotel rooms, I engage in news-worthy shenanigans, and I generally live a rebellious lifestyle.” Cause, you know, that’s totally me.

Don’t get me wrong, these basses are excellent instruments that sound great. They are usually more expensive than “standard” basses because of the construction process, choice of wood, and electronics. Sometimes they are hilariously expensive. But hey, to each their own…

The point is – I promise there is one – is that I’m really thinking of replacing my old rock and roll classic with a geek bass. I wanted something completely different, and a geek bass would fit the bill. After 13 years of playing bass, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I will never need to look like a rock star on stage, because I will neither be on a stage nor will I be a star. This is the bass I’m ogling. But don’t worry, I’d find a used one. A’int no way I’m paying full price.


* Mine is a mid-80’s model made in Japan that looks just like this one.
** Krist never played a Victory, but they look cool.

addendum: i'm playing with the comments settings. i've been getting a lot of comment spam and i'm trying to make it so that only approved commenters can comment.

March 8, 2007

i changed my mind

I think i'm going to get one of these. Aw yeah.

March 9, 2007

in-class entertainment

A guy who sits in front me in one of my classes has extremely short hair - almost military short - but he's far from military material (sorry man). The quality of his mettle is not at issue here, however. The issue is a rather amusing arrangement of dot-like scars on the back of his head. The scars are visible because of his short hair, so my friend and I joke with our short-haired classmate that we like playing connect the dots with the back of his head. Classmate is good-humored about our little game and in fact has been known to encourage it.

Today, Connect-The-Dots Man (I'll keep coming up with new nicknames as I see fit) was making chit-chat with me and my neighbor and, in classic Particleman fasion, I sarcastically blurted out that Baldy needed to stop talking and turn around so I could continue drawing imaginary lines on the back of his head. Scar-man was noticably flabbergasted at the comment and took offense, noting that he spent all day thinking of me in nothing but a positive light, and, yet, I mistreat him so. I could not argue. Peach Fuzz had made a point.

He then suggested I consider our humorous exchange for a blog-post. So, Scalp Man, please consider this an informal apology for my rude remarks. Also bear in mind most of what I say is in some degree a distortion of what I'm actually thinking, and that this trait is amplified on this blog.

Maybe next time I'll show up to class with a Sharpie. The non-eraseable kind.

Note: any inconsistencies or exaggerations in this story are the result of either my bad memory or great story-telling ability, or both.

March 19, 2007

the two-hundred dollar stapler

I get a kick out of playing what I see as harmless pranks on people at the office. Back at my old IT job in San Antonio, I removed the mouse ball from my team-member's mouse. One morning, i got to my desk and everything except my computer was gone. All papers and office supplies were missing. I thought I had gotten fired. Turns out that same teammate hid everything in a file cabinet down the hall. Such shenanigans make office life a little more fun.

Last week, I spent spring break in Dallas working at the firm and was presented with an opportunity I could not pass up. One of the lawyers there is really attached to her stapler. It's heavy duty and works well. One of the other lawyers likes to "borrow" it and she freaks out when her stapler goes missing. She had gone on a vacation in Hawaii so the other lawyer naturally "borrowed" it while she was gone. When she got back, she went through his office looking for it while he was out to lunch and couldn't find it.

So my office-mate, the other lawyer, and I resolved to pool our creative abilities to come up with some kind of prank focusing on the stapler, and I had an idea. The firm was auctioning off basketball and hockey tickets to raise money for a charity, and they put silent auction forms on the fridge in the kitchen so we could could bid for the tickets. I suggested we put the stapler up for auction and see what happens. If the attorney really wanted her stapler back, she'd have to bid for it. If she didn't bid, she'd demand we hand it over, and we could at least have a little fun in telling her where it was hidden.

After the silent bidding ran its course, I was the highest bidder for the stapler at $40, and the firm got together for a verbal auction to finalize everything and see if anyone who did not bid silently might speak up and claim one of the items. The basketball tickets went for $220 in a lively bidding war. The hockey tickets went for $150, and the stapler went for ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS. And since one of the named partners offered to match the auction prices, the charity got $200. For a stapler.

Moral of the story? Pull more pranks. You might end up benefiting a charity.

March 22, 2007

more office fun

You didn't think I was done, did you?

My office is on the 53rd floor of a downtown office building. We can't see out of the windows on foggy days. Airplanes appear to be heading right for us. Cars look like Hot Wheels. We can only imagine how windy it is up there. So when we see a bug (spider, fly, whatever) stuck to the outside of one of our windows, we can't help but say to the bug, "DUDE, do you know how HIGH you are?? How did you get up there?? Why aren't you getting blown away?? Go home!!"

last bit of office randomness

No more after this, I promise.

The woman I shared an office with last week is a huge fan of The Police. I like The Police just as much as the next guy, maybe more. I have some LPs (you know, those black vinyl things) and a double live album on CD. But i was not prepared for her cell phone ring of "Don't Stand So Close To Me." After only a couple rings, the song got stuck in my head and I'd spontaneously start singing it at any given moment. And you can bet that I have a pretty bad singing voice. It must have not been pleasant for her, but the way I see it, it was her fault.

Strong words in the staff room
The accusations fly...

March 24, 2007

speaking of The Police

My friend bought four floor tickets to the last-chance-ever Police tour for $250 each. The show is on Friday, June 29th. I want to go. I don't have $250. Help particleman fulfill his dream of seeing Sting take his shirt off. Just kidding. But I would really like to see The Police. This isn't a Rolling Stones-type tour where they say, "Ok, THIS is the last tour. We mean it this time." This will really be the only time The Police tour together again. I'm pretty sure they hate each other and that's why they have never done a reunion tour. Until now.

I know there are a bunch of you out there who read this blog. If each of you donates a buck or two, that would probably be enough. For those of you requiring a guilt trip to encourage donation, consider the donation a small token of thanks for the many years of enlightening and humorous blogging. I did it all for you. Plus, it would be a great graduation gift, provided I pass my classes this semester...

Those of you that are still reading, I would really, really, really appreciate it if you could send a buck or two or five to my paypal account, registered under the email address mtnbiker7901 -at- yahoo -dot- com. Or, if you see me at school, I will happily take cash. Thank you thank you thank you.

I will be keeping track of who donates what (in an Excel spreadsheet, of course). If I don't get close enough to the $250 to actually go, I will return all of the money. You can consider this an enforceable contract.

March 27, 2007

adventures in cereal

It sucks when you're at the grocery store and go on a cereal binge, and you can't wait to get home and have yourself a delicious bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats, except for that the soy milk in your fridge expired on March 11th. But you figure "what the hell, it's soy milk, not real milk, it can't be all that bad," and even though it tastes kind of funny, you satisfied your cereal urge. Cereal is, quite possibly, the perfect after-school snack. This is something I learned in grade school and I just wanted to pass the knowledge on to you.

March 28, 2007

new toy

This is the bass I finally settled on. I traded my old one in and I'm pretty happy with the new one. I'm so excited about it that I played till my fingers were raw. They kind of hurt now.

As you can see, the "stripes" on the back extend along the length of the bass. These stripes are actually strips of wood fused together to create one solid length of wood. Then, a piece of wood is fused to each side of the center piece, and presto, you have a bass. Using one solid piece of wood for the neck and body (called "neck-thru" construction) as opposed to a neck that is bolted onto the body results in a more solid feel and notes that sustain longer. This bass rings like a piano.

It has also has a longer-than-usual two octave neck so I can hit those high notes. Not that I'm one to be messing around that high on the neck very often, but it's good to know those notes are there if i want them.

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