Long and Short Strange Diaries (and other sordid tales from the past, present, and future)
walstib, ykwim?
What a long strange trip indeed: RI -> FL -> RI -> MA -> RI -> CA -> TN -> CA -> ? Horror stories from the past, to current trials and tribulations; from my takes on the environment, baseball, overpopulation, hippies, jam bands, politics, neurological disorders, sex, religion (yikes!), big money, and pop culture, to future speculations and musings on life after employment; with liberal amounts of sarcasm and dry humour on the side.
I grew up in Bristol years ago and go back to RI for visits every other year, or so.
I was shocked to see all the new houses on Narrows and Annawamscutt Roads several years ago, and now there are tons more on Metacomet Avenue as well. The traffic is unbelievably horrendous on that road. I hope I never hear of anyone on the zoning board complain about the traffic on Metacomet Avenue. The town has allowed these huge McMansions to be squeezed into every last lot into the Narrows area, an area that used to be a very nice small beachside community that was far removed from bright urban lights and suburban sidewalks. Who are the politicians who let all those eyesores blight that neighborhood? King Philip Avenue (posted speed limit – 15 mph) has turned into a drag strip. There used to be a couple of houses that had neon palm trees on their patios! Neon palm trees?! Huh?! I didn’t see them this year, but what in the world were those people thinking when they put them up?! Bristol is NOT Florida! There is a house on the waterfront with a seawall in front it that has fallen into such disrepair that the next good storm that comes along will knock it down, sending the house into Mt. Hope Bay and dragging neighbors down with it. I’m really surprised that the CRMC hasn’t stepped in and done something about it yet.
Bristol newbies are not Bristolians, they are Bristolites (Bristol-lites.)
I had considered moving back there, but that notion has completely disappeared now. I thought about it a couple of years ago, but naah. Nice place to visit, but…
Note~ I have been considering sending this post to the Bristol Phoenix and Providence Journal editors, but fear that there could be some retribution against my family who still live there after seeing plenty of riff-raff that has moved into the ol' neighborhood.
Wow. I just went back and read most of my posts, and I can now see a lot of anger in those posts that I may not have realized I was inputting at the time of the original post. I had a long talk today with a cousin that I had not seen in a very long time. I told her about my blog, so I decided to go back and read much of it before I sent her the link. As I said, wow.
Sierra has turned 18, graduated high school, and moved back in with her mother. My moving date was pushed up from fall of this year to June, as my landlord needed to move back into his place. I found a nice place up close to the Russian River in Sonoma County, but moving wasn't wasn't easy. I wanted to move in the fall to avoid the heinous heat that occurs in the summer months around here, but I got lucky and found a place I really like so far.
I'll be back home soon enough and look forward to tapping into those creative veins that I have mentioned in previous posts- playing and writing music and lyrics, rebuilding small wooden boats, photography, and candlemaking. I hope to find some backgammon partners. And I really want to get past all that negativity. I want to start writing about other topics besides the personal diary stuff. Maybe I just needed to get it written down in order to get past that anger.
What can you expect when the first syllable in your town’s name is NO? This is one negative town if ever I did see one. Following are my observations and my opinions of this white-bread oven.
San Marin is one bland neighborhood. That architecture I call ‘Nouveau California’ is really sterile and sanitized, just like the manicured lawns. There’s just no funk , no grit here. It’s hot like hell. I would like to know what happened to all the trees. I’ve driven down Novato Boulevard so many times in the past 3 & ½ years and have seen the world’s worst drivers here! Worse than Massachusetts or LA! Novato Boulevard from Diablo/DeLong to Simmons/Wilson is the world’s biggest shit magnet! People constantly blow off red lights as if the right-turn-on-red-light law gave the right of way to the one making the turn on the red light. I have been cut off too many times to count by these jerks who do not understand the part about coming to a full stop first, and making the turn only if there are no other cars coming. I have seen cars in parked in handicapped parking spots with no visible sign of the driver having a disability ( dp license plate or placard.) When I used to take the bus to work in San Rafael, I was almost hit countless times while crossing streets in designated crosswalks, with the ‘walk’ sign by assholes who even blew their horns at me! What part of ‘pedestrian has the right of way’ don’t you understand?! Especially when said ped is in a cross walk and crossing with the light! Some drunken asshole on a Harley actually hit a man and his daughter last week while they were crossing in a crosswalk at an intersection with a stop sign. Speaking of Harley’s, certain Saturday’s there seems to be about 3 bazillion of them passing by on San Marin Drive, the same street where aforementioned Harley riding asshole hit the man and his daughter.
I get the impression that a lot of folks here want to be living in Mill Valley or Tiburon or Ross and just can’t afford it, meaning they had to ‘settle’ for Novato in order to be able to say that they live in Marin. Marinite wannabees can’t afford MV, so they move to San Marin instead. After all, this really is one cut throat, one-upsmanship, snooty, keepin’ up with the Jones’s kind of county, full of snot faced, spoiled rotten teenagers driving around in daddy’s car. These gangsta wannabee teenagers that listen to urban gangsta rap think that it makes them ‘bro’s in da hood’, but the only ‘hood’ these d-bags ever see is the one on daddy’s Benz. If they’re not ‘riche’, nouveau or otherwise, then they’re old school redneck ranchers (and their kin) who can’t stand ‘dem environmeddlers.’ (‘Dem environmeddlers’ are a whole ‘nother post, and I’m sure you can already guess where I’ll be going with that.) It seems as if 90% of the right wing nuts that live in Marin County must live in Novato. And then of course, there’s the Latino population. Outside of a propensity to breed like rabbits (again, another post), I really have no problem with them, at least the ones who are here legally (yup, ‘nother post.)
Every city and town have their individual quirks, and Novato is no exception. The medium sized shopping center where I frequently go to do my grocery shopping is the most fucked up parking lot I have ever driven in. It is just set up so weird, it’s really hard to navigate compared to others of a similar size. The traffic patterns on the streets are such that when leaving by the exit closest to the direction of my home, I have to immediately cross a lane of traffic as soon as I pull out. The main arteries of this city make it difficult at times to get from one part of the town to another. The nearest video rental store that isn’t a Blockbuster (another post), and even that store is about 4 miles away. A dispensary of legal medical cannabis opened up in Novato this year and the city is suing to shut it down. (You guessed it…) There's even a web site called... "Novato Sucks."
I want to get back to driving around here. I have driven Highway 101 frequently in the past several years. I have driven it from LA to as far north as Laytonville, with most of my mileage logged on the stretch in between San Rafael and Santa Rosa. Mostly Marinites I would imagine, the drivers on this stretch are almost as bad as the ones on Novato Boulevard, just faster. Frequent aggressive driving, tailgating, unsafe lane changes are all behaviors witnessed by this driver. At least three times, I have been passed on my right side, the car being driven in the breakdown lane going at least a good 15 mph faster than I was! The first time I was driving home after work and was passed on my right near Olompali State Park. Another time it happened during the morning commute on 101 North just past the dump. And just today, I was passed on my right by a car travelling in the breakdown lane as I was exiting at Rowland Avenue! I don’t find it surprising that at the center of this stretch of 101 is… NOvato.
In my sidebar intro, I noted that this blog may be a bit of a diary at times. As my time in this town now comes to an end, I wanted to write of what I witnessed and what I experienced in these 6+ years in this hick town I call a white-bread oven. I started typing, but rather than write of what I originally intended, I wrote of personal experiences directly related to living here during this time. I named that post Part 1. Part 2 will follow soon with my observations of the life of others in NOvato.
Part 1
I never wanted to live in this place. An unfortunate set of circumstances led me here. Robin Cohn, owner of City Hall Records had been fucking with my life and my head for well over a year. Less than 1 month after I had started at CHR, probably less than a week, I had decided that this place was definitely not for me. I decided that as soon as I take the two vacations that I had planned for in 2001, I would start looking for a different job. About a month after I returned from my second vacation, we were rocked on 9/11. I had not been paying any attention to the increasingly difficult job market when the bottom completely dropped out on that fateful day. I continued to look for work and apply for jobs but to no avail. When I was informed that another housemate was moving out, a good one at that, and that there would be another rent increase, I decided to move to Sonoma County. It was too expensive to live in Marin any longer. I wanted to quit CHR, but everyone said “Don’t do it, Dave. Don’t quit your job until you have another one.” So I stayed. I put most of everything I owned into storage and rented a bedroom. Petaluma was close enough (barely) to commute to San Rafael, and I would be able to look for work in Sonoma County and then find a place of my own. After 6 months of commuting from Petaluma to San Rafael (a heinous motherfucking commute if ever there was one), and not finding any work there, I decided to move back to Marin, bite the bullet and realize that I was stuck for a while. The job had become barely tolerable since I was no longer the manager of the A/P Department, and Debbye had become an interesting distraction. I had found a great house in Fairfax and housemates and was about a day away from signing a lease when Grace at CHR informed me that I was going to be laid off soon, but she couldn’t tell me when. This was messed up. You don’t tell someone that he’s ‘going to be laid off’. You pull him into the office in the morning, hand him a check, say thank you for your services and that they’re no longer needed. There was no way I could sign a lease knowing that I was about to be laid off. The plans to move into that great house in Fairfax were scuttled, but I still didn’t want to be living in Petaluma without a job and being that far away from Sierra in the East Bay.
I was still employed when I found the only affordable rental I could- a studio apartment in Novato the size of a shoebox. I took it and then was laid off. Sleeping later since I didn’t have to get up for work, I was rudely awoken by the landlord’s kid who sounded as if he was playing basketball on the hardwood floor in the living room directly above me. It’s not my place to be telling anyone how to raise their kid, but sheeze! C’mon! I’m paying a good chunk of your mortgage every month! This was a very confusing time for me. During the period of unemployment after CHR, I paid my car with my credit card, as I was not going to lose my car. Sierra was in the East Bay and it would have taken me hours to get there by bus. My credit card had become my safety net as I watched my credit card balance continue to rise. I pretty much had stopped going to big concerts and local shows and was cutting back on all my expenses. I even rode the bus to work for a long time before I couldn’t deal with busses any more. My social life had become null and void after I left Fairfax. Fortunately my new job despite not being the smoothest accounting department in the world (yet still much better than CHR) was a breath of fresh air compared to that shitty hell of a previous job. Fortunately I had a jazz band to play in every weekend, which was pretty much the extent of my social life.
I was working, I had a car, I was in a band, I had a home, small, yes, but still a home, or at least a roof over my head. Despite all this, Novato meant nothing to me. I didn’t do anything in Novato, I always left this place whenever I did anything except for maybe a run to the grocery store. I lived in that shoebox from November of 2002 to November of 2004. During that time I met Carrie the C-Witch, wishing in hindsight that I never did. There was a fling with Grace that became a platonic relationship. Same thing with Teresa, except there was no ‘fling.’ (This was becoming a recurring theme in my life.) Diana had split from her second husband (thus vindicating me from any cause of our marriage’s demise) and was living in a nasty section of Richmond. I became determined to get Sierra out of there, so much so that I was willing to live with Diana in a housemate situation in Marin. (Diana, Sierra, and Marina would have been the housemates in Fairfax before Cohn at CHR really turned up the heat with his mind fuck games.) Since I had been living in Novato, I gradually became more aware of my surroundings, not to be confused with becoming more comfortable with my surroundings. I was becoming desperate to get Sierra out of Richmond! Since I was still working in Marin (San Rafael), I stayed in Novato as it was the least expensive place within a reasonable commute distance. I found a three bedroom condo in Novato for $1400. I was going to move in with Di, Sierra and Marina, when Diana (who was now also working in San Rafael) said she wanted to move into that condo with Gary (Green) instead. Yes! Sierra was out of Richmond, and I didn’t have to move in with my ex! Sierra wasn’t too happy about leaving Pinole schools, and I know first-hand the devastating effects this can have on a kid at that age, but she adjusted seemingly well, eventually.
So it was. I was working at a better job, Sierra was out of Richmond, and I had a good local platonic friend (at the time, pre-evil.) I also managed to hook up with Tom DiBell and Roadhouse for several shows on their ‘farewell tour’ in 2003 and 2004. lol.
My knee locked up so badly in the summer of 2004 that I had to go to the emergency room to unlock it. Knee surgery followed in October of 2004, a fine time for a Red Sox fan to be home every day watching television (grin.) Despite the appearance of some stability, I was becoming distraught over my mounting debt. I wrestled with the thought of moving back to RI for the better part of a year, if not longer. Despite the Sox stunning the pro sports world by winning the American League Pennant after being down three games to none, to the Yankees no less, and coming back to win four straight games, and then winning the World Series for the first time in 86 years beating St. Louis in four games, I was very confused about many things, including this lengthening list of women who wanted to be friends with me, but ‘just friends.’ After the Sox made history, Carrie started dragging me around to look at rentals. I still had RI on my mind, but was slowly coming to the conclusion that no matter how many times Sierra and I flew cross country to see each other, and no matter that she could come to RI for the whole summer, there was just no way I could live that far apart from her. If Carrie (about to morph into C-Witch) hadn’t found that unbelievably affordable house in Novato, I would have moved to Petaluma, as it was becoming clear that my employer at the time was going to move there from San Rafael in 2005. So I signed a lease with that @\/#+. I’ll not rehash the events of the next 14 months, but suffice it to say, I wish to hell that Diana would have sent Sierra to live with me a year earlier than she did. I would have never moved in with that %!+@# and a world of hurt would have been avoided.
Phil Ward is the Novatian landlord of that house would not evict the lease breaking witch, so I was forced to move yet again in order to find housing for me and Sierra. No matter how much better the situation may become, moving is always a traumatic experience, one that I have experienced far too many times in my 51 trips around the sun. I got lucky yet one more time and found a condo in the San Marin area of Novato that was below market, and owned by a man who played in The Jerry Garcia Band for three years. It was not walking distance for Sierra, so I would drive her to school (in the opposite direction of work) and then go to work. Diana was off in her own drama and was not a whole lot of help, parentally or financially during this time. Sierra had opportunities every week to get into trouble after school, as I never got home before 6 PM. Being a single dad of a precocious teenage daughter with little help from her mom was not easy. Add another woman to that aforementioned list, and a mysterious neurological affliction, and the depression continued. Living with that C-Witch had pushed me to the brink of the abyss. The events of 2006- extremely difficult year at work, that one more woman, the heat wave from hell, living under the specter of bankruptcy declared in 2005 after that no good son of a bush forced my hand with his bankruptcy reform legislation- did nothing but hasten my declining health, a decline that started in the summer of 2006. Since I was working in 2006 and 2007, the temperatures inside of this place didn’t bother me so much. It was difficult getting to sleep some nights, but at least I was out of the house for five days a week. I got to park my car in the garage at work, so that helped dealing with the heat. When it became clear that I would be staying home 7 days a week in 2008, I had to go out and buy a portable air conditioning unit, as the swamp cooler alone was just not cutting it any more.
Even before this neurological quandary began, my thoughts turned again to moving to Petaluma once Sierra graduated from high school. She graduates next week. My plans were to go to RI for three weeks or so, then come back and lay low in Novato until the rainy season returned, as this is a better time of the year for renters to be looking. Even these plans were altered by outside forces. Ozzie needs to move back in here so I have to be out by June 30th. I would much rather be looking for a new place in September or October than May and June, but my hand has been forced. Hopefully, I will be approved for this nice rental unit I found up near the Russian River.
These are the bulk of the events that happened to me personally. In my next post, I will write of what I saw around me in this white-bread oven.
I would like to take this opportunity to help you rent your home quicker with these suggestions:
1- Put the price, type of rental (apartment, house, condo, duplex, studio, etc.) in the title of your post. The exact address is not necessary in the post title. 2- Put the correct town. If your rental is in Santa Rosa, don’t put Sebastopol to funnel tenants to your location. If I have a specific town I want to move to, I will filter accordingly, and I don’t want to find rentals from towns where I’m not looking. That’s false advertising and I will flag you. 3- Please put your vacation rentals and warehouses in the appropriate categories. Vacation rentals at $299/wk are not ‘housing’. Unless you want someone squatting in your garage, warehouses do not belong in apartments for rent, and I will flag that post as well. Do not put ‘rooms for rent’ or ‘share rentals’ in apartments for rent. You will be flagged. 4- Take a look at other rentals on craigslist similar to yours in your general vicinity and price accordingly. If you have a 2 BR tiny cabin way out in Camp Meeker for rent and have been posting it for 8 weeks at $900/mo and it hasn’t rented yet, you’re asking too much (way too much.) If you have a studio apartment going unrented at $950 a month, it may be because there are several others in the same area going for $775/mo (still too much.) 5- If you’ve been a long term landlord and can’t understand why all of a sudden you have all these vacant units, try reading the headlines. We’re in a depression (thanks to that no good son of a Bush), people are moving back in with their folks, they’re moving in with BF’s & GF’s, they’re taking in housemates by renting out that BR that was an office. They’re sleeping on friend’s sofas ferkrineowtlowd trying to save el moolah to pay that ridiculous rent & deposit you’re asking. 6- Instead of offering a month of free rent, why don’t you just lower the rent? There are plenty of highly qualified renters out there who just can’t afford to spend 55% of their take home pay on rent. Believe me, we are everywhere. 7- Stop charging for credit reports. You can get them free, and I will not pay an unscrupulous landlord $35 or more for something that can be obtained for free, only to find out said landlord has collected credit report fees from scores of potential tenants and only ran an actual report on one or two of the applicants. Call my references first, then we can talk about credit reports. 8- You’re rental isn’t as nice as you think it is. Try this, go to craigslist in your town and find similar rentals and go view them as if you were the tenant. 9- Instead of trying to suck every last penny out of that rental of yours (which isn’t really as nice as you think it is), how about fostering some good will in your community and renting that unit at an affordable rate so the tenant has some money left over to spend in your town? 10- In your post make sure you include the following information: A- Amount of rent per month, as well as amount of deposit B- Approximate location if not the exact address. At least the town. C- What utilities are included, what aren’t D- Cable TV and internet provider options, is there cell phone access E- Approximate date of availability F- What type of unit it is: apartment, house, condo, duplex, studio G- List amenities and features such as washer/dryer, dishwasher, fireplace, wi-fi, hardwood floors or w2w carpeting, storage, garage, carport, etc. H- Accurate description of the unit’s size. 11- Be there when you tell a prospective tenant you’ll be there. Call ahead if you’re late (most of us do carry cell phones these days.) I will most likely not be interested in your rental no matter how nice it is if I drive out to Timbuktoo and you’re not there to show me the interior. 12- Give me some time alone to envision myself living there. You don’t buy a car without test driving it, so by the same token, I need to know if I can live in your rental. This usually takes more than 10 or 15 minutes, but I don’t want to tie up your whole day. I may want to take photos to look at later to help with my decision. Please give me a little bit of space to make sure your place is really the one I want. You wouldn’t want an unhappy tenant would you? 13- Let me know about any other peculiarities of your rental or neighborhood. If I say I work the swing or graveyard shift, and you know there are 3 kids next door who raise holy hell every morning at 7 AM and you don’t tell me, I am not going to be very happy. 14- A studio apartment is *NOT* an 1 BR! Stop advertising them as such! 15- Respect your tenant’s privacy. While you may own the building, it is not your home. if you suspect your tenant of any sort of wrongdoing, schedule inspections at least 24 hours in advance. Do not enter the unit if you have not received the tenants permission. I don’t go walking into your home unannounced, so neither shall you pass into mine. 16- Understand what normal wear and tear means. Understand that normal wear and tear comes under cost of doing business (i.e. owning a rental property) and that you do have a responsibility to maintain the property. Expect to see some carpet wear or faded wall paint if you’ve had a tenant there for 6 years. Small nail holes are normal wear and tear. Likewise dust under the frig. Expect to spend some time in the vacant unit before it is 100% ready for the next tenant. 17- You are legally entitled to retain a security or cleaning deposit with the first month’s rent. However, you may not legally request first month’s rent, last month’s rent AND a deposit on top of that. First and last, or first and deposit, but not all three. You are legally required to reimburse deposit less any valid charges for damages (not normal wear and tear) and all interest earned on the full amount of the deposit for the duration of the rental (not the net after any deductions may have been made.) 18- Have a rental agreement ready to be signed by landlord and tenant, whether it is an informal month to month arrangement, or a year long lease. Make sure document covers all terms and situations, and is clear and easy to read. 19- If you enter into a rental agreement with someone who turns out to be a model tenant and stays a very long time, and if the economy starts to dictate otherwise, don’t go jacking up the rent on the tenant! It only promotes ill will towards landlords. 20- Ask your happy tenants if you may use them as a reference. In this market, you can use all the help you can get. 21- Have the tenant’s deposit ready to be reimbursed promptly at the end of the tenancy. More than likely, the tenant will need that money to pay the next landlord’s deposit. Yes I know you legally have 21 days to do this, but if you want to be considered a quality landlord, you will have this immediately ready upon the tenant’s vacancy. Try fostering some good will instead of focusing on that $0.50 of interest you could be earning if you wait until day #21. 22- Lower your expectations, tighten *your* belt. We are, you can, too, so stop being so greedy. 23-STOP YELLING!!! LEARN WHERE THE ‘CAPS LOCK’ KEY IS! Really, it’s annoying and I probably won’t rent from you.
THIS IS AN EXAMPLE OF A VERY POORLY WRITTEN POST:
DUPLEX
Reply to: Date: 2009-05-27, 11:01AM
lOCATED IN VALLEY FORD 9 MILES WEST OF SEBASTOPOL. PLEASE CALL BEFORE 9AM OR AFTER 7PM PHONE 707876 3349 AND LEAVE A CLEAR MESSAGE IF NO ANSWER. NO PETS
This post does nothing to make me want to inquire about it.
THIS IS AN EXAMPLE OF A VERY WELL WRITTEN POST
Cottage in community
Reply to: Date: 2009-05-28, 10:18AM
Available July 15th (possibly sooner) One-bedroom cottage (650 sq. ft.) located in charming Graton 5 minutes north of Sebastopol Private front and back yard with apple and plum trees. Hardwood floors, bathtub/shower, washer & dryer, storage, carport. Cottage shares one-acre property with two families who live together in the larger main house. We are looking for tenants who will appreciate their private space within the context of intentional community. Our beautiful property includes a large garden, fruit tree orchard, chickens, a playground, a greenhouse, and more! Viewing appointments begin June 15th..
Graton Road at Sullivan (google map)(yahoo map)
I would be much more likely to respond to this post. (Addresses intentionally removed.)
ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF A VERY POORLY WRITTEN POST:
On Private Estate West Petaluma
Reply to: (see message body) Date: 2009-05-20, 10:46AM
Small 1 bedroom on private estate in West Petaluma. Utilities included. Call Jxx 707-XXX-XXXX. Please leave a message I will return your call. Thank you
ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF A VERY WELL WRITTEN POST:
Quiet, Charming 2/1, 1100 sf West Sebastopol Granny Unit
Reply to: Date: 2009-05-28, 12:02PM
Available NOW! Very clean, light and bright, charming 2 bedroom/1 bath on 2 acres in West Sebastopol. Fabulous views, birds chirping, wildlife, fabulous walking and bicycling out the front door. Utilities included in rent. Perfect for quiet persons, non-smoker, no pets. Organic gardening possibilities. Located 10 minutes from Sebastopol, 10 minutes from Occidental, 15 minutes from beach. Move in $3600 ($1200 first month's rent plus $2400 security deposit).Landlord will need applicants to please furnish personal, work, and landlord references and a rental application.
Excellent tenant now taking applications from rental property managers. If you have a rental home available, I can help you!
If you meet these qualifications, I will rent your home from you for many years and be the best tenant you ever had.
1- Amount of rent not to exceed $1/sq. ft.
2- No rent increases during the first two years of residency.
3- Rent increases after that will be limited to no more than 5% over a 2 year span, e.g. an $800 rental will remain at that amount for the first 2 years. After the 2nd year, rent may increase no more than $40 over the next two years.
4- Deposit amount no more than 1.5x rent, to be placed in an interest bearing account, interest reported quarterly to tenant.
5- 90 day notice required before lease expires to change terms or revert to month to month.
6- Move in date June 15th to July 1st.
7- References required. Please be able to supply the names and contact info of your last three tenants.
If you are looking for a tenant in this difficult market for your available 1 or 2 BR house in West Sonoma County (Sebastopol, Graton, Forestville, Guerneville, or Occidental) and can meet the qualifications stated, please respond to this post.
51 yo, single, quiet male ISO 1 BR house, granny, duplex, condo, or bungalow (700+ sq. ft.) in Sebastopol, Graton, Occidental, West Petaluma, Forestville, or Guerneville. I keep a clean home (no pets, tobacco, or illegal drugs in my home), have a guaranteed income, and an excellent rental history. I am looking to move towards the end of June, but for the right rental, I will move sooner. I am looking for a long term rental- 2 or 3 years minimum, possibly much, much longer. I am hoping to find something around $800/month and have deposit money ready now.
Please note: I am not looking for any type of shared rental situation.
I got to see my beloved Red Sox for the first time this season. Things as they are, I don't get to nearly as many games a year as I would like to. One time I got a late start and then the local rapid transit broke down for 45 minutes. By the time I got to Oakland Stadium, the Sox were on the short end of a lop-sided score. I was walking along the concourse and was wondering why people were leaving so soon. I wasn't that late.
Well, things were different this time. This was the first game I had ever been to when my favorite Sox pitcher was on the mound. It was a beautiful, sunny day. I got there early with my friend and bandmate Tom. (It was his birthday.) We soaked up the sun while waiting for Nick to show up with our tix.
Nick's New Shirt
Never did I imagine I would be watching history nearly being made that day! Wake just kept serving up goose-egg after goose-egg after goose-egg! I missed Lowell's E, but thought to myself, "Well, he still has a no...STOP! Don't even think it!" Whew! That was a close one! I found myself wondering if he had issued any free passes. Um...nope. "Don't even think about it, Dave!" Said nothing, thought nothing. The 000's kept racking up. Then that hit came! SOAB!
#42 takes a mighty swing!
Well.... Wake was still spinning a gem, and on Jackie Robinson day, too. Unfortunately, when the Sox bats come alive while Wake is pitching, he has to sit, and that is not good for a knuckleballer, thus the H's, BB's, and R's in the final innings. Still a fantastic, memorable game. Let's hope that momentum continues tomorrow.
Wake showed the utmost in class during the post game interview when asked about his performance. Instead of talking about his masterpiece, he immediately shifted the focus onto Robinson before he said anything about the game.
Somehow, we were able to find a few minutes to drill a few shots of the Sawxheads that were in attendance in Section 209 yesterday. Nick, aka CaliGrown, and the Emperor of RSN-CA were there raising awareness for The Jimmy Fund, (as does Rocky Rhodes on his X-C trip in the Rolling Green Monster), as well as a few other Sawxhead friends of Nick's whose names escape me at the moment. Fenway West was in the house on his spring tour (4 games and a Dead show in 4 days), but alas, he was on the other side of the stadium.
CaliGrown408- 2nd from left
Emperor RSN-CA- middle Red Sox Sonoma- far right
Sunshine, beer $1 dogs, peanuts, friends, and Wake nearly tossing a non-no! What more could a Sox fan ask for?!
What more, you say? Well, we left Oakland heading for San Francisco, when I spotted a commercial truck with an interesting company name. I wondered, "Does A-Rod have a new side business?"
I'm not talking about most Christians, I'm talking about wackos like this:
I mean, we're all trying to get to the same place, right? We're all trying to get to the top of the mountain, that portal to the next realm, whether you believe it's heaven, or your next existence in another life time, reincarnation, or... whatever.
The point is, the woman in the video did more to scare folks away from Christianity than to attract them. No matter what religion, or tenet, or set of beliefs you follow, don't make fun or disparage other's beliefs. (Alright, a little fun, once in a while is OK, but everyone gets their turn at the whipping post. lol.)
This is a huge and deep topic that I will revisit at sometime in the future, but I wanted to briefly explain my reference to "Uber-Christians."
I'll leave with this thought. Christians say if you're not one of them, you're going to hell. Jews say if you're not one of them, you're going to hell. Muslims say if you're not one of them, you're going to hell. Since one cannot be all three, I guess that means we're all going to hell! (That'll be one helluva hand cart!) And I wish I could remember where I heard that.
I found this LOST parody on youtube today, but before you watch it, I must briefly explain something for those who have not been following the show. There has been a set of numbers that keep showing up in different episodes for different reasons. 'Hurley' played these numbers in the lottery and won bazillions of dollars. However, as soon as he won the jackpot, bad, really bad things started happening.
I imagine some may question how one could continue to play drums (a highly athletic endeavor) with a neurological disorder, and not be able to work.
During my leave of absence in 2007, I discovered 'Fibromyalgia', which certainly seemed to fit all the symptoms I had been experiencing, save perhaps the involuntary twitching. Still feeling like 10 pounds of shit stuffed inside a Dixie Cup after 8 weeks of resting and relaxing, I knew something was wrong. I went back to my neurologist at the time, who sent me to UCSF for a 2nd opinion. This doctor was a MS specialist who said this isn't MS, rather it is more 'Parkinsonian.' I went back to my regular neuro who sent me home on disability, and said I would start receiving treatment for Parkinson's. Health insurance issues prevented me from starting that treatment program until this year.
Going to a job is an 8 x 5 x 52 grind that is simply to overwhelming to even consider. I am almost constantly in fatigue and pain, usually requiring 10 hours of sleep per night. Attention to meds, CPAP maintenance, and other health issues (which can include inexplicable nausea and vomiting) chews up more time. Even if I was somehow able to drag my ass to work every day, I would not be able to give 100%, as evidenced by my work review of my last year at UCCR. I was on my way to being fired when I put in my notice. I could work part time, though, but State Disability Insurance prohibits that. I'll wait until those benefits run out before looking for work. (I may volunteer at Peace in Medicine in hopes of perhaps scoring a part time job there next year.)
Now I say I am almost constantly in fatigue and pain. On occasion, I will experience brief periods of time with little or no discomfort. A couple of hours during the day, on a good day. Maybe. If I stay lo-pro, well rested, and not stressed for a week or so, I may hit a stretch of a week or two where I will almost feel normal. Stress, teenage angst and drama, busy schedule of events in a short period of time, a hectic day of chores and fires to put out can all send me back into episodes of 'brain flu' or 'brain fog', chronic pain and fatigue all over again. Forgetting to take some of my meds is a serious reminder that something is most definitely amiss.
If I had been making my living playing drums in an average working, touring band for a living, well those days would be over. (Now if I had my own drum tech, maybe, but now we're moving past dreaming and into fantasizing! lol!)
I can play a 4 hour session and play well. (At least they haven't kicked me out of the band yet.) After such a session, I find myself completely wiped, needing extra rest for a couple of days. I would not be able to play rehearsals and shows on a regular basis, but I am still able to play. So I do. Wish I could do it more often, but that's the hand that was dealt me.
I am not the only drummer out there with Parkinson's or any other handicap, ftm. There is even a web site devoted to drummers with handicaps. As this disease progresses, if this disease progresses, I may turn to hand drums and percussion from the full kit. I will write more to tap into my creative vein. I have other artistic endeavors I wish to pursue, as well.
I say 'if this disease progresses.' I just received a copy of a letter from the UCSF 2nd opinion MS doctor to my original neurologist, (whom I have switched from because she does not accept Medi-Cal health coverage.) In it, she was questioning whether this actually is Parkinson's or not, while not offering a more definitive prognosis.
Well....Ohhh Kaaay. This is (may be?) a good thing? If it's not PD, then what? So then what? I have read that Effexor causes 'Parkinsonism', which presents similar to PD. Will I return to near normal after serious time away from it? I don't know. All I know is that I still feel like shit almost every day. I can get some stough done every day, but 8 hours of grinding for someone else? That just ain't gonna happen.
In any event, I would love to be playing drums every day, rehearsals evey week, and shows every month, but right now, that ain't gonna happen, either. I would trade the crud and the blue handicapped parking card that goes with it in for a normal job and life in a heartbeat!
I haven't been writing as much as I would have liked to. That is, outside of Fenway West, and even so, I have not been posting as much there, either. Adjusting to life sans the 8 x 5 x 52 grind is not the easiest thing to do. I didn't do a very good job of it last year, but at least I can blame Medi-Cal, Medi-Care, and Social Security issues that I had to deal with for the poor transition. The health insurance and public assistance issues have been mostly resolved, making it feel like I just shed a lead vest.
As much as I want to be writing more about the issues I listed in the sidebar (environment, baseball, overpopulation, hippies, jam bands, politics, neurological disorders, sex, religion, big money, pop culture, etc.), and I do have many thoughts and opinions on these topics, some controversial, I have not been able to harness them into cohesive essays as of yet.
The remainder of 2009 will see me attending to many health issues at UCSF (some already dealt with), getting Sierra graduated from high school in June and then moved in with her mother, (Thank Goddess! I love my daughter, but just like her mother, I can't live with her, they're too much alike! I just hope she leaves here with valuable lessons I've tried to teach her.) I have a 3 week trip to RI coming up this summer. I hope to get a number of objectives accomplished while there. There is my parents 65th anniversary celebration and family reunion for starters, photos of Mt. Hope Bay to be taken, baseball games at Fenway Park and McCoy Stadium to attend, old friends to catch up with, perhaps a Band of Brothers show or two (and in the 'Dave's Dreaming Again Department', perhaps a live guest appearance with them?! Joe, are you reading this? Is this even within the realm of possibility?)
Later this year, I will finally make the move to Sonoma County that I have been trying to make since as early as 1993. When I was married living in the East Bay and working in Marin, my ex was working for a supermarket that had a store in Rohnert Park. I wanted to move to Petaluma then, but marital difficulties dictated otherwise. Lived in Marin for several years, and finally had a brief 6 month stay in Petaluma, but could not find work up there at the time, so I returned to Marin. The company I was working for in 2005 moved from San Rafael to Petaluma. When the lease with housemate from hell expired that year, I was all set to move to Petaluma (finally!) when just shortly before I was to move there, my ex said Sierra has to come live with me. Well, I had been moved just before 8th grade, and we had already moved Sierra just before 7th grade, so I wasn't about to move her again, since I know first hand how difficult moves at that age can be. I got lucky and found a great, affordable rental, but as Sierra's graduation date draws nigh, I find myself scouring craigslist for affordable rentals in Sebastopol and monitoring falling rental rates so I can find another one of these elusive 'below-the-radar' affordable rentals.
OK, I digress. The point is, moving takes up a lot of one's time. I've been frantically trying to sell 'stough' that I do not want to schlep around with me any longer, (I rent, therefore, I move.) Have sold a number of items so far, and still need to get rid of more of that 'stough'; y'know, that 'stough' that you have no idea where it came from or why you still have it. There will be the requisite cleaning and repairing to get my deposit back. Yard sale, packing, moving...... Ugh, just the thought of it all is tiring.
One interesting development has arisen this year, perhaps a second, as well. Our band, Leadfoot Betty, and all band members seem to be very enthusiastic about playing music, playing well, and playing more often. We had a great session last month, let's hope we can follow up with another tomorrow. We had a great acoustic session here last week. Our new lead guitarist, Jimmy Brighton of the band Stackabones, has invited me to be the drummer in that band this summer when they go on tour in support of their forthcoming (4th? 5th?) CD later this year! Well don't I feel special! I never did think of myself as an 'accomplished' drummer, but apparently, others may think so. (Ah, special :-) The current drummer of that band is working with David Grisman and shan't be available for touring this year. Stackabones has also been known to perform as a 2-drummer band. If I haven't said it before, I'll say it now: I love playing in 2-drummer bands! (My favorite bands? Allman Brothers Band, Doobie Brothers, Grateful Dead, Max Creek, Pat Metheny Group, Little Feat, Jimmy Buffett & the Coral Reefer Band- all 2 drummer or multi-percussionist bands.) I need to find out Jimmy's definition of 'tour.' If he's talking about jumping in a bus and driving XC hitting dive bars along the way, no can do. But if we're talking about a tour schedule such as The Mystic one weekend, the HSMF another weekend, maybe The Catalyst another weekend; well, then we'll have a deal there!
Speaking of 2 drummer bands, there is a show that is seriously calling me! I just recently found out that the Doobie Brothers, The Allman Brothers Band, and The Grateful Dead will all be sharing the same stage on the same night at the Gorge Amphitheatre in WA. That would be one helluvan expensive show, but how could I not be there?!!
What's this? Romance?! Do I detect a hint of romance in the air?! It's been a while, so I can't be too sure, but those eternally hopeful and optimistic little bits that are left deep inside me seem to be astir....
That would be one most welcomed 'time consuming diversion'! (I don't want to jinx this, so I'm going to leave it alone until I know for sure just what this is I've been sensing lately. Whatever it is, it sure feels good!)
This year of 2009 looks pretty much booked. Lots to do and looking forward to getting all of that out of the way, and moved into a little affordable place in Sebastopol, playing music, writing, creating, loving, reconnecting, resting, and relaxing; things I have never been able to get nearly enough of over the years.
Andy Warhol said everyone will get their 15 minutes of fame.
So far, I've been on a nationally 4th ranked athletic team at a major university, and I have won a photography award at a National Park.
I was in the NYE midnight drum parade at a String Cheese Incident show.
I've met Bob Weir, Vince Welnick, and Bill Spooner.
I write for a small Red Sox blog that gets over 100 hits a day.
I played at The Summer of Love 40th Anniversary in Golden Gate Park.
Not a lot, admittedly, but more than some folks.
My next bit of notoriety? I have been laying down percussion tracks on the forthcoming CD by Stackabones, a band which has been around for quite some time, with 4 or 5 CD's out already.
I never really thought of myself as any sort of accomplished drummer, ykwim? I just did this for the fun of it, never expecting to see my name on a commercially released CD. Not only will my name appear on the aforementioned CD, I may even be playing with them this summer, as their regular drummer is currently working with David Grisman. Not only that, Stackabones has been known to perform with 2 drummers, a situation I am very familiar and comfortable with. So I won't be rich and famous, but this is far more than I ever expected.
(-: GRIN :-)
So yeah, I'm in a good mood today. Something else very nice happened today, but that'll have to be another post. (grin)
I recently, (finally!) set up a myspace page for my music:
http://www.myspace.com/walstib57
That page is primarily for music related posts, photos, and networking.
This is the myspace page for my current project, Leadfoot Betty:
http://www.myspace.com/leadfootbetty
Other places you can find me on the web (besides here): http://fenwaywest.com/ (Red Sox blog) http://stoughforsale.blogspot.com/ (My 'Stough' For Sale) http://people.tribe.net/walstib57 (tribe.net profile)
The ABC hit TV show “LOST” tells the story of the 48 survivors of Oceanic Flight 815 that crashed on a remote South Pacific island. I first discovered the show shortly after it began in 2004. Red Sox fans can be excused from not watching it from episode #1, as the Sox were on a rampage. After a shocking trade of Nomar Garciaparra, playing .500 ball for too long and falling more than 10 games behind those despised Yankees, the Sox had come to life and were bearing down on 1st place. They didn’t win their division, but still made the playoffs. They then proceeded to shock the pro baseball world by winning the pennant after being down three games to none in the playoffs, and about to lose the 4th and final game in the bottom of the 9th inning, when their epic odds defying rally began, a feat no other baseball team had ever done, and against the Yankees no less! There were still 4 games left to be played against St. Louis, but looking back, they were almost a moot point after that spectacular comeback over the Yanks. October 27th, 2004 marked the 1st time in 86 years that the Red Sox had won a World Series, so Sox fans were basically incommunicado until after that date.
After watching too many years of police and law dramas (Hill St. Blues, LA Law, NYPD Blue, and the bazillion incarnations of CSI and Law & Order), I was ready for something different. I had been expecting LOST to be a real life drama about survival (think Tom Hanks in “Castaway”), but by the time I realized it was as much science fiction as it was real life drama, I was hooked. Besides dealing with a horrifically traumatic experience (surviving a plane crash), the survivors must deal with immediate needs such as medical treatment, water, food, and shelter. As the show progresses, they slowly come to realize that help is NOT on the way. Temporary needs turning into permanent needs present dilemmas. These dilemmas are harshened by the fact that there are violent, predatory others already living there, and that there are many inexplicable discoveries such as a centuries old pirate ship and a small plane wreck in the middle of the island, a highly involved and detailed science project, supernatural beings, and a polar bear; all on a tropical island.
Besides being lost in a geographical sense, the characters discover that many of themselves are also lost inside. Backstories are interwoven throughout the tale, illuminating aspects of each character that the audience would not otherwise be aware of. At least one of the survivors seems to have ‘found’ himself on the island from the very onset of their ordeal. These backstories also show how interwoven the lives of the survivors had been, unbeknownst to them.
One of the main characters is Jack Shephard who is a brilliant surgeon with a strong need to fix as many patients as possible. He has flown to Australia to pick up his dead father’s body. Sawyer, another survivor, is a loner con-man who was seeking revenge in Australia, and had the opportunity to share a few moments in a bar with Jack’s father before he died. The following exchange happened in Australia sometime before September 22, 2004, the date of the doomed flight.
Shephard the elder comments that Australia is as close to hell as you can get.
"We're in hell, huh?"
"Don't let the air conditioning fool you, son. You're here too. You are suffering. But don't beat yourself up about it. It's fate. Some people are just supposed to suffer. That's why the Red Sox will never win the damn Series.”
On or about October 22, 2004, less than a week before the Sox actually did win the Series, the following dialogue occurred between Jack and Sawyer:
Jack: That’s why the Sox will never win the Series. Sawyer: What’s that? Jack: I said, ‘That’s why the Red Sox will never win the Series.’ Sawyer: What the hell’s that supposed to mean? Jack: “[It’s] just something my father used to say—[he] went through life knowing that people hated him. Instead of taking responsibility for it, he just put it on fate. Said he was made that way."
Con-man Sawyer does not reveal to Jack that he spoke with his father at the bar back in Australia. He keeps this to himself, waiting for the right time to barter the information for his ever present ulterior motives.
The Red Sox won the World Series as season #1, episode #8 was wrapping up. The writers then worked this into episode #9, which originally aired on February 16, 2005.
[S]o the writers [knew] at the time they wrote that episode that the Red Sox had won the World Series, providing some irony to the comments by Christian and by Jack. The Red Sox win in 2004 proved that they were not "destined" to lose, and the team's ability to win over enormous odds resonates with the difficulties facing the castaways on the Island.
After the survivors of the crash discover that there is a colony of people already living on the island with homes, medicine, and some modern conveniences and technology, Jack is held captive by these “Others” as the survivors have taken to calling them. The survivors are scared, confused, ‘lost’, and very wary of all their mysterious surroundings. The “Others” are wary of the survivors, as they do not want to be found by search parties. While being held by the “Others”, Benjamin Linus, leader of the colony, trying to prove to Jack that they indeed do have contact with the rest of the world, tells him that since they have been on the island, George W. Bush had been re-elected, Christopher Reeve passed away, and the Red Sox won the World Series. Jack laughs and says that he almost believed Linus up until he said that the Sox won the Series. Linus says that it’s true and shows him a clip of Keith Foulke tossing the ball to Doug Mientkewicz for the deciding out.
In season #4, a search party eventually lands on the island. In one episode Jack asks the helicopter pilot if the Sox really did win the Series, to which the pilot replies, "Don't even get me started on that, I grew up in the Bronx". Jack mentions that he has not seen a Red Sox game in over 100 days.
The show is not an easy one to follow, especially if you have not been watching it from the beginning. Although the show started airing over 4 years ago, only a couple of months have passed on the island since the crash. Themes of fate and destiny, and faith versus science are a constant. It has a cult-like following with Internet fans sites and discussion groups too numerous to mention. Many of these fans discuss and analyze just about every detail that occurs during the show, seeking any possible relevance in determining the importance of events that occur or which direction the story will take.
One of the most dissected details is the recurring appearance of the following numbers: 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42. These were the winning lottery numbers chosen by one of the characters, they were important numbers as part of the science project that was discovered on the island, as well other appearances. Interestingly, the Yankees retired numbers include all of the numbers: 4, 8, 15, 16, 23 and 42. The Boston Red Sox retired numbers are 1, 4, 8, 9, 27, and 42. Furthur investigation reveals that executive producer Carlton Cuse is a Red Sox fan, and executive producer Damon Lindelof is a Yankees fan. Lindelof has described the use of the Red Sox win in LOST as therapeutic. (Therapeutic? He uses his favorite team’s biggest choke ever in his show and he calls that therapeutic? He must be one glutton for punishment!)
So, is Jack a Red Sox fan? I have not been able to find proof positive that he is. He lives in Los Angeles, but I suppose it is possible he went to med school in Boston. Viewers have not learned that much detail of Jack’s past, but judging from his reaction to Linus telling him about the amazing Sox comeback (Sox fans, think about this for a minute…. how would you react if you were in Jack’s shoes?) and his reaction to seeing the Foulke to Mientkewicz final out (Damn! I can’t believe I’m on this island when the Sox finally won it all!), I would think that he is indeed, a Sox fan. He even sought reaffirmation from the helicopter pilot.
Will Jack’s apparent citizenship in Red Sox Nation have any significance in upcoming episodes? Hard to say. As a Sox fan, I would hope so, but I wouldn’t need it to enjoy the show. Season #5 begins airing on January 21st.
There's not a whole lot of Sox content in this post, but it was a great night, nonetheless. A good friend (Tom, the Giants fan and band mate) gave me a ticket to see the Ratdog/Phil & Friends with Jackie Greene NYE show last night. We had a good crew together (including 5 of 7 in our band), got in line early, and got some choice (general admission) seats. Dead NYE shows are always marathons, so I made sure I was well rested and well prepped for what turned out to be an epic night.
There were a lot of Sox shirts and hats all over. One of the first (or so I thought) I saw was in Sox blue, but when I saw the front of the shirt, it said Grateful Dead in the same font as Sox unis. 'Good idea for a shirt', I thought
The most noticeable hat of the evening was sitting on the head of a true Dead icon. I don't know if this guy went on tour with the Dead, but at Bay Area (CA) Dead shows before Jerry died, he would don a heavy, full bear suit with flashing lights all over it while carrying a spinning ball also covered with flashing lights and walk all over the venue. These days, he wears just a vest with lights, and as he passed by our section, I noticed he had a Sox hat on! Cool, way cool! (I have see if anyone got a photo of him. Will post if found.)
Jackie Greene came on first at 6 pm and played a great 1 hour set. His Dylan influence is noticeable immediately. Phil & Friends with Jackie Greene came on and played a huge set. Barry Sless also played both sets. The 3rd set of the night was just Phil, Bobby, and John Molo on drums playing a mostly acoustic, but very tasty set. Next up was Ratdog. All bands were firing on all cylinders. The last set started just before midnight and went on past 2 am, featuring almost all of the members of both Bobby and Phil's bands.
Didn't get to sleep last night 'til the morning came around, slept 'til way past noon, and am still feeling quite Dead {grin}
It's no biggee anymore. I left my family in RI in January of 1985. The year before was probably the last holiday season that was any where near normal for me, except for perhaps 1 or 2 during the early part of my marriage. I left in a cocaine haze, lived in my van for several months, and have spent the rest of my life trying to attain some semblance of a normal life: family, kids, half decent career, some success in some interest, hobby, or sport. There have been several fleeting moments where I thought I might be getting close at some, just never got the cigar. I've also spent more time looking for jobs, homes, housemates, and significant others, and putting out fires than I care to think about, much more than any person should ever have to in one's lifetime.
I was married for 3 years when we split. Sierra had just turned 3 about a month earlier and doesn't really remember us ever being together. We also knew going into that last season that I would be moving out shortly afterwards, we only delayed it for Sierra's sake.
My brother and sister-in-law moved to California about two years later. While we have spent some of the holidays together, most of the time Sierra would spend those days and their eves at her mom's house. I was always welcome to come over, but don't forget that my ex-mother-in-law and ex-sister-in-law are fucking assholes from Hades. We were always civil towards each other, but because of our tumultuous relationships, those days were always fraught with some tension.
So I would kick back at home, and enjoy the extra day of sleeping late. As the years passed on, those extra days of sleeping late became more precious. I savored not having any responsibilities for one more day. I got used to it. I found out this past year just exactly why I needed them.
The original meaning of Christmas has been totally lost on this generation of instant gratification. It is all about who has the biggest light display! If sales are off from the previous year, the holidays are a disaster! Oh financial woe! Buy! Buy! Buy! If you don't, you're not doing your civic duty! Let's get drunk and screw* at the office party! (These days, I'll skip the gettin' drunk part and cut right to the chase.)
Maybe getting laid off 2 days before Sierra's birthday and 2 weeks before Christmas one year had something to do with this indifference? Is it any wonder some don't give an R.A. about 'holidays'?
As mentioned in an earlier post, for years I felt that missed social and employment opportunities fueled my depression, when only recently have I begun to consider that perhaps my depression hindered me from obtaining those goals. I've spent a lot of time alone over the years because of this, and not just at this time of the year. It may sound sad, but like I said, you get used to it, especially if you need it. (Please- no pity, no tears, no wailing or gnashing of teeth. I'm good with it. Really.)
Sierra is at her mom's house this year. It's raining and cold outside tonight, but I'm dry, fed, medicated, and warm (enough.)
Sometimes you just get one raw deal after another, and maybe just once in a while, just maybe, you get a pair.... you get used to it.
