And a 1 and a 2…

I don’t know if I’ve ever shared this with you, Dear Reader, but I recently started singing in our church choir. I’d sing to the dogs all the time and make up lyrics for them which they seemed to enjoy. Well, I think they enjoyed it. It’s kinda hard to cover your ears with only one front leg. Up until now, though, I’d never sung in public.

Being new, it’s taken me a while to get used to it. I learned to read music while playing the tuba in high school…shut up…they needed a tuba player so my buddies talked me into it. The only cool thing was you could make really loud noises out of it, so I stuck with it. Anyway…I guess I should say that I can “read” music. I know what quarter notes and eighth notes and dotted quarter notes are and I know that notes towards the top of the staff are higher than those on the bottom, but if you told me to sing a “C”, I couldn’t do it. If you told me to point to a “C” on the staff, you’d hear me mumble, “EverygoodboydoesfinefaCe” and then I’d point to “C”, grinning like an idiot…until you said “that’s the bass clef”. Then I’d have to punch you in the nuts for setting me up.

Since I don’t read music well, my sheet music is covered with notes (heh…no pun intended). Arrows pointing down so I know to sing a lower note, circles around the bass clef so I know where my part is, circles around words so I know where to start, circles around rests so I know where to stop, and notes that say “louder” or “softer” or “crescendo” or “stop talking and pay attention”. You get the picture. Yesterday, they threw me a curve…going from 4/4 time to 3/4 time and back.

Ugh…it was awful…I was more confused than the guy doing the DNA tests for Anna Nicole’s baby. It was frustrating because everyone else seemed to get it but me…Then inspiration struck. I knew what I had to do…I’d watch the choir director like I used to watch the band director! OF COURSE!! Watch her arms, count the beats, and sing the words on queue. I tried it as she worked with the other groups…1, 2, 3, sing, wait, 2, 3, sing, sing, wait, 3, sing, 2, 3…Dude, it was AWESOME! In my head, I did it right every time.

Then it was our turn. I stood up with the rest of the basses, took a good singer’s breath, and sang “Who is this?” in my best bass voice and right on queue.

Only problem was I didn’t sing, “Who is this?”…

I sang “Who is three?”

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Heh…The Sun

You are The Sun

Happiness, Content, Joy.

The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.

Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.

The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon’s Diana. A positive card, it promises you your day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.

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No freakin’ clue

You know the coolest part about work these days? I have no freakin’ clue what I’m doing sometimes. None…nada…zip…and yes, even zilch. Why is that cool, you might ask? Because it’s requiring me to think, to use the mass of gray matter between my ears for something other than storing the names of hundreds of porn stars.

This all came about a few months ago when two of our better tech guys left. I went from being 5th on the list to 3rd…a pretty good jump, considering I did nothing but sit still. At first, there wasn’t much change in the ol’ job functionality, but slowly things have been getting a bit more hairy…but in a good way. You see, Dear Reader, I made a silly mistake. I decided to “show off” and let the folks around here see what I could really do. And now? Way, way, way more work to do than I’ve had in the last few years. But. It. Is. Awesome.

I’m having fun again, Dear Reader, flying by the seat of my pants, figuring shit out because no one else knows anything about the backups, or the new investment server, or the old program that our accounting folks want to turn into a new program. This is a challenge. It requires brain cycles be diverted from blog reading and writing to actual research and comprehension and forcing parts into action. I give myself a headache sometimes trying to figure stuff out, but it’s a good hurt…it tells me that the cobwebs are being blown away and connections are again being made.

I like being a “go to” guy again, knowing that when cool projects come down the line I have a 1 in 3 chance of getting it. And now that my Supervisor is being pulled away from some of the technical stuff, my odds are now 1 in 2.

This new found responsibility is kinda like the first time I discovered sex because a) I’m doing a lot of things by myself, b) I’m not always sure I’m doing it right and c) I can’t wait to try it with others.

Well, Dear Reader, I gotta run…it seems Mr. Technical Skills Rediscovered has inadvertently shut down an Exchange server instead of rebooting it. Life is fun.