Tuesday, April 03, 2012
It's Like Life, But Different
Monday, April 02, 2012
Friday, December 16, 2011
work sucks
1) I was one of ~12 people in the second largest CO school district to which this salary mistake happened. Whatever that means. The irony of how the mistake was found should also not go unmentioned.
2) Usually, once the mistake is uncovered, the deduction (they call it "correction") begins that next month. In my case, the mistake was found sometime in September and it was rolling around in negotiations and legal red tape, largely because of my principal and Amy Weber's advocacy (thanks, Rod!) since then. My case was even taken so far as Jeffco's superintendent.
3) I will be losing between $250.00-$300.00 per month after taxes, beginning in my January pay period. That's bad.
4) salaries in the District are frozen until...sometime around the next ice age. So that's bad, too. However...
4) I will not be required to pay back the salary discrepency from 2007 to now, so that's good.
5) Legal action on my part would not yield positive results on any level, so that nuclear option is off the table, which my principal will be pleased to find out :)
6) Though my salary has been drastically reduced, at least I still have two secure jobs in a world where millions of highly qualified people find themselves unemployed, so that's good. (It's clear that I'm trying to find that elusive "silver lining" people talk so much of these days, and that's good).
Thanks for all your support through this. I'm looking for more holiday hours at my second job, Alisa is making some "creative" budget decisions, and most of our Christmas presents will be organically-produced this year. (Read: hand-made). No way around this being a real kick in the head, but it's forcing my family to think about what really matters and what is only superfluous...so that's good, too.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Pirating, part I
That's what I've got so far...Anyone have a good parrot for sale? An eye patch? Mustache wax?
Monday, October 20, 2008
If it'd been a snake...
Here is a picture of the snake. I'm sure it was more scared of us then...whatever!
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Now That It's Over...
...various and sundry other stuff.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Our House In The Middle of the Street...the details
Here are the exciting details of our new house...purchased just in time for the Great International Recession and resulting World War. A little scary. Fear-mongering aside, we have a super-cool little dwelling, and here are some pics of it, with comments from the artist:
We have a tree swing. Cool.
The lovely and picturesque east side of our house. Our room is the upper south window; the girls' is the upper north. The living room is below our room, and the kitchen is below the girls' room. (The tour guide is looking for her cue card).
The technology nook,
the Remarkable Bookcase, aka "Lazarus" (yes, there's absolutely a story to that),
the hall to the back door and storage shed,
the girls' room
For some reason, I really dig our mailbox, and we have incredible flowers and stuff all around our yard.
front flower garden
and that's about it. In regards to the absences of Bree's partner in crime (Addison), she's inside, either learning to crawl, or eating something she shouldn't.
Feel free to drop by the place and see it for real. We'd love to have you!
Friday, April 11, 2008
National Poetry Month's featured reader!
It'll be a great time.
Monday, April 21st
8:45 pm
Laughing Goat Coffee Shop
1709 Pearl St.
Boulder, CO
http://www.myspace.com/thelaughinggoat
For more info, click over to the "So, You're A Poet" profile on MySpace:
http://www.myspace.com/soyoureapoet
I'll have my poetry book for sale there, too. You could buy one to help finance my family's new home purchase!
Here's a sample of my work:
Tick, tic, tock.
(just kidding) There are actual poems buried strategically in my blog. At least one is potentially better than that one:
http://www.justaguyonthewebsite.blogspot.com
Hope to see you there!
Peace!
Clint
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Our House In The Middle of the Street...
Well, take a look. Here it is--the new family fort/base camp/favorite restaurant/trail head/decompression tank...all those things and more. The new House of Locks. Check it out:
The house is actually quite cool. It's a bit larger than our current rental, is mostly solar powered, has lots of storage, and nice little yard with a place for a small garden for Alisa. It was built in 2002, so it's not that old. We probably won't have to replace the timing belt or clutch for a while. It even has an "it'll do" kind of coffee shop a couple of blocks away for Saturday morning 'family pajama breakfasts' or for those times of obligatory peace and quiet for grading papers or writing letters.
One potential drawback is that there are a large number (hard to count accurately, as they move around a lot) of chickens across the street. This could be a good or bad thing, depending on how we spin it. But that's true about much of life, poultry-based or not. It's all in how you look at it, right-side up, or backwards and sideways. That said, we're excited about our new hacienda, and hope you will visit soon. And in case you're wondering: we move on the 27th and, yes, we need help and, yes, we'll reward you with various grillables and beer for your altruistic efforts.
Friday, February 01, 2008
re-gifting to oneself before giving the gift to one's friend
I'm in the middle of a book now that is the most engaging I've read in a long time. It's called Traveling Music by Neil Peart, the drummer and the lyricist for the band Rush. Rush is one of my favorite groups of all time. Since they only put out an album every 3 or 4 years, each member has a number of other things to fill their time off. These range from mere diversion to passionate, serious work. Some of Neil Peart's passions are music (no surprise there), writing, geography, and traveling. He brings all these together, along with a fascinating running biographical sketch, in the pages of Traveling Music, which is, in part, a memoir of driving his BMW Z-8 from Santa Barbara to Big Bend National Park, Texas and back in 2003. I do not intend a book review here, but I do encourage you to check it out. I doubt you’ll be disappointed.
I share a love of music, traveling, and reading with my friend Mark Pierson. In an episodic attack of “What a great idea!” syndrome (many of which are not), I wanted to get my friend something special for Christmas that would support those shared interests. It wasn’t long before Traveling Music rose to the top of the holiday shopping heap, just above Motion and Light, another intriguing and beautiful book consisting of Peart’s prose alongside his wife's black and white photography of the drummer 'doing his thing'.
Anyway, upon receiving the book in the mail (379 pages? Wow! This kid’s been busy! I was expecting 125 pages at the most), I decided I should leaf through it before wrapping it up. One page of the prologue. That’s how long it took for me to know I had to order another copy for myself. Mark, if you’re reading this, I’m on page 201 of your book and am enjoying it immensely. Admittedly, it’s a bit like kissing someone else’s girlfriend (scandalous, I know). Have no fear, though. It’s all yours once my copy makes it out from The Book Nook in Green River, Wisconsin…and Merry Christmas to all.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
"Give Some To The Drummer!"
Most people who know me know I'm a drummer. Never mind the fact that I've not sat behind a kit for any length of time in ten years. I’ve found that passage of time is largely inconsequential to things like that. Time, however, is the focus of this rumination.
Drumming gets into your soul. I know it was true for me, and I suspect I’m not the only one. Once I was introduced to and embraced the romance of percussion, everything became, in one way or another, about rhythm, cycles and the Beautiful Repetition. I’m not given to mathematics at all, but this was one objective left-brained structure that I ‘got’. Solid 4/4 time, 4 beats to a measure, 16 bars to a verse, downbeat on the 2 and 4, or the elegant 7/8 time, with its jazz nuances and endless variety of punctuations. Here was a structure could be trusted. It was the palette for thousands of hours of aimless driving and countless nights in the attic of Weem’s Music Store in my hometown, when various incarnations of ‘the band’ would thrash away during high school for the entire evening, until sunrise.
The current and pervasive theory about the universe in general is that It all turns on so-small-as-to-be-invisible quantum rubber bands of energy and their relational vibrations. Superstring Theory, it's called. I tend to believe it's true, lacking any contradictory evidence. And it’s easy for me to believe this, based on precedent. Patterns, relationships, all the cycles of expectation and fulfillment seem to drive, satisfy, and order nature. A biological example of this is demonstrated in the fact that even our hearts beat in time, some say to the rhythm of the heart of Universe. I prefer to think they beat in concert with the angels, in the empty time between God’s own heart beat, but that’s just me, and I tend to be a bit too romantic at times.
“Give some to the drummer.”-James Brown
Right on.
Friday, November 16, 2007
potential music gifting for your friends and family
The Choir-How the Mighty Have Fallen, Flap Your Wings
Muse-Black Holes and Revelations, Absolution
Stars-In Our Bedroom After the War
Vigilantes of Love-VOL, Audible Sigh
Stuart Davis-16 Nudes, Bright Apocalypse
Peter Mayer-Earthtown Square, Million Year Mind
Glen Phillips-Winter Pays for Summer
Andrew Osenga-Photographs, The Morning
The Weakerthans-Reconstruction Site
Meese-Our Album Year
Rush-Snakes and Arrows
Monday, October 29, 2007
timely, valuable and practical post about zombies
"I am not well prepared for a Zombie epidemic. I don't have a shotgun, machete, or even a baseball bat. I could scrounge up some kitchen knives, but I may as well just hand myself over to the brain-eating monsters. A kitchen knife or even a small machete is useless--you need weapons that keep them at more than arm's length. Ideally you would be armed with long-, mid-, and close-range weapons when an epidemic breaks loose. For long range you want something with serious stopping power: think pump-action shotgun loaded with deer slugs. If your grandpa has an antique 4-gauge shotgun, you might consider keeping that around. Mid-range weapons are tough, so you need to use your imagination. Look for fire extinguishers you could spray into an advancing crowd of zombies, or on the other end of the spectrum, a liquor store you could pilfer to build Molotov cocktails before you set the building on fire. A baseball or cricket bat would work well up close, and a Plexiglas shield would be useful for pushing zombies back while yelling, "Get behind me!" to your friends..."
Saturday, October 13, 2007
We'll be wintering on Carnegie Drive!
making a difference
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
the explicit and implicit messages found in language
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Ring, ring---
Clint: Hello?
Chuck: Hi, Clint. This is Chuck, your landlord.
Clint: Oh, hi! I haven’t heard from you in a while. How was your trip out east?
Chuck: Well, Clint, I’m going to be selling the house I’m renting you. I just wanted to let you know (that you and your family are soon going to be out on the street or paying some exorbitant amount for a cramped, older, falling-part place in a bad neighborhood with a new baby and a two year-old).
Clint: (Whooah! Did he say..?) You…what?
(silence on both ends of the line)
Chuck: I wanted to thank you for being such a wonderful tenant. If everyone was like you, I’d probably still keep the houses I’m renting.
Clint: Oh well, that’s nice of you to say (but how does that help me today, buddy?! You wanna see NOT nice?! I can show you NOT nice, too.) I really appreciate you, as well. You’ve always been prompt to return our calls and you fix anything that’s broken within a few days. (How about fixing THIS and just giving us your freakin' house, Chuck? Huh!? How ‘bout THAT?)
Chuck: Don't worry--I’ll give you 30 days notice once I talk to my realtor.
Clint: 30 days? (How generous is THAT?!) Chuck, that’s not much time (to pack up our entire existence and drive away from the million things we love about this house, this neighborhood and this area). We’re going to need at least 3 months to be able to find a place and move out. What can you do for us? (Help a brutha out, here!!!)
Chuck: I’ll talk to the realtor, Clint. I’ll do what I can. I just wanted to let you know. (Now leave me alone. I’ve done my good deed today. “Into every life…”).
Clint: OK. Well, thanks for being straightforward with us about it. I’m sure it’s in your best interest (diametrically opposed to OURS, of course!) I wonder--would you be open to a rent-to-own scenario? I think we could both win here.
Chuck: No, no. I don’t think so, I just need to get these houses of mine out from underneath me. That’s all. Have a good day. (Of my numerous headaches, you are my favorite).
---Click---
Into every life, a little rain…At least I’ve got a job. No house, apparently, but a job.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Winnie the Pooh Saves the World!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Self-Isolation and Being Recently Re-employed!
'Tis not true!! I have recently come into the good graces of one Drake Middle School in Arvada, CO. I'm teaching seventh grade honors Lit and Comp. It was one of those "I know a person who says they know a girl who thinks this guy is looking for a teaching job" kind of things. Long story short: God, in His infinite grace and enlightened timing, hooked me up and things are going much better, from a bank account point of view. The unfortunate debt Alisa and I racked up during my short but precarious descent into unemployment is slowly being repaid, and we will soon be in the black. Three cheers for 0% interest balance transfers!!
Back to my original point--don't expect to hear from me again for a long time. I'm feeling like I need some time alone. So, Happy Labor Day, and Merry Christmas and Kwanza, oh devoted, long-suffering circle of friends, if I don't talk to you before then. You deserve better...(I'm only half-way kidding). Thanks for the consistency and love, and the prayers for work.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Thruster Reversers
There's no big plot twist to this entry. We made it to DIA without incident. Our airplane landed and stopped completely intact and as expected. The red tape must have worked.
Buying Dinner with Friends
In one way, it is a statement of financial arrival. "I have the means through which to purchase not only my meal, but yours, and I will do so." A declaration of blessing and security spread out before us on the table.
Finally, buying dinner proclaims a strong sense of permanence regarding the people involved. I think that's my favorite part of it. In many cultures today, sharing a meal is a declaration of deep trust and friendship. Not so true in the
Monday, July 23, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Being Fired and Comfort Food
Three related comments:
Turley's is a little local restaurant in town. It's the best comfort food in the world.
I'm out of Raisin Bran again.
It takes a LOT of time to look for a job...
Oopses and Ferrets
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Outstanding quotes from White Noise
What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation. (31)
There were no addresses. Her friends had phone numbers only, a race of people with seven-bit analog consciousness. (41)
Television is just another name for junk mail. (50)
"You know what's in my medicine chest. What secrets are left?" (62)
People have no tolerance for you particular hardship unless you know how to entertain them with it. (65)
He wore his camouflage jacket and cap, an outfit with complex meaning for him, at fourteen, struggling to grow and to escape notice simultaneously... (109)
Society is set up in a way that it's the poor and uneducated that suffer the main impact of natural and man-made disasters. (114)
I feel sad for people and the queer part we play in our own disasters. (126)
"I'd like to lose interest in myself. Is there any chance of that happening?" (152)
A California think tank says the next world war may be fought over salt. (226)
There was a pause like a missing tick in eternity. (232)
Murray said it was possible to be homesick for a place even when you're there. (257)
It's all corporate tie-in. The marketing, the fear, the disease...you can't have one without the other. (264)
This must be how people escape the pull of the earth-the gravitational leaf-flutter that brings us hourly closer to dying. Simply stop obeying. Steal, instead of buy. Shoot,instead of talk. (302)
"The nonbelievers need the believers. They are desperate to have someone believe." (318)
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Finding and Losing and Pineapples
Otto Koning was a missionary in New Guinea. He worked among a native tribe that had known only their village ways. One of those village ways was stealing from others.
When Otto arrived and moved into a hut, the natives often came by to visit. He would notice that after the natives left the missionary's home, various household items had disappeared, and he would often see these items again when he went into the natives' village.
It goes that Otto had a small garden outside his hut. The only fruit he could grow on the island was pineapples. Otto loved pineapples, and he took much pride in the pineapples he was able to grow. However, whenever they finally began to ripen, the natives would always steal them. He could never keep a ripe pineapple for himself. This was a frustration, and he became angry with the natives. All during the seven-year period in which this took place, Otto continued to serve and preach to these natives, but he never had one native come to the faith.
Understandably, the more the natives stole, the angrier Otto became. He took a furlough to the United States and attended a conference on personal rights. At this conference, he discovered that he was frustrated over this situation because he had taken personal ownership of his pineapple garden. So, after much soul searching, he released his selfishness about his garden and ceremoniously gave it to God.
When Otto gave his garden to God, he no longer got angry and was free from worry. What was more interesting is that when the natives took fruit for themselves, they started bringing him fruit, as well.
The light came on one day when a native said to him, "You no longer get angry when we take what we need from the garden. You must have become a Christian, Otto. We always wondered if we would ever meet a Christian."
by Os Hillman, Nov. 24, 2006
Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for My sake will find it. - Matthew 10:39
Funny, huh? Anybody want a pineapple?
:)