Silver's Sometimes Updated Journal Thingy

Yep. It's that time again. I've got another new old phone and I'm realizing that alot of my contact information is either outdated or incorrect. Also, this phone seems to have the disturbing habit of losing information during reboot. It runs Windows Mobile. Go figure.

I'm thinking of doing a full sweep of my contact address book.
Please update accordingly, even if you believe I have your information.
This poll is private and all comments will be screened so as to avoid giving your information to people in Nigeria.



Thanks again!
-R

edit - I'm placing this entry out of order to the top of my LJ, for purposes of keeping on top of it... And vice-versa, of course...;)

Paging the HiveNet

[Taken from kyburg 's journal. Spreading out the search.]



dirtnap13 has broken radio silence on LJ and is posting wherever zie thinks someone could have seen or heard.

My father left Thursday 7/9/09 morning @ 7:45am to go to a job and never made it to the job. The job called the person who booked him the job and said that he never showed up.

He left from the Van Nuys area. Major cross streets Woodman & Victory. His destination was to be in Hollywood at the Gower Studios at Sunset & Gower.

He was driving a white 1993 Geo Metro. License plate: CA 3GPJ453. My father is the type of person that is right to the point so he would have just taken the most obvious route. Victory to the 170 to the 101 to Gower. But at this point who knows. He is also the type of person that wouldn't really go somewhere with out telling someone. Its like he just disappeared into thin air.

Name: Robert Korda
Age: 69 Height: 5'5"
He is in good health

Image: http://www.batsday.net/bobkorda.jpg

Any info would be great since we are at a total loss. We have contacted all the hospitals and police stations and there has been no one with his description at all. This is why I am now going to cyberspace since it seems that normal channels are not helping.

Any info can be emailed to findrobertk@aol.com

As much as I would love emails that say Im sorry for your loss, please do not send this kind of emails to the email account or to this post. Thank you for this your understanding.

Any info that can help would be greatly appreciated. My family is a mess right now and we dont know what else to do. You can repost this to other groups if you need to.

Thank you.

Noah Korda

For those of you noticing that some of the posts from 2000 went poof, I'm realizing that if I'm going to start using this thing again, I had better give it a good rinse.

Posts to appear as I ok them.

-R

Ah. Another few months have passed. Lemme catch you guys up. ( Text Mode = BRIEFCollapse ) How're you guys doin' out there? -R

Before work takes me under again for the day, I'd like to say a few words.

This weekend was the end of a one year lease in the more... colorful parts of Walnut Creek (a relatively upscale city in the East-East Bay, not that you'd be able to tell from the atmosphere of my neighborhood).

I, in my hubris, thought that I could handle the final packing and moving of stuff to my new place of residence in Antioch.

Yes, Antioch. The reasons are vast and complicated and would peg me for putting my crusader rabbit ears back on. The monthly savings, however, will help me put more money into savings for My First Home™.

Back to my point. Gypsy and Amanda and Kris and both of my brothers and Robert and Jessica and Alex showed up. Dave and Sarah also came to help with the final egress, primarilly of Dave's stuff.

And I needed every single hand. Lacking in sufficient hands on Friday and Saturday meant that insufficient packing occured. Which slowed the process significantly. This is only illustrated by the fact that, although it took 4 hours to load the truck, it only took about 45 minutes to *UN*load it. This includes reassembing my bed and putting both the box spring and mattress over the upper bannister, despite what I thought might work.

I really don't have enough words to express my gratitude to those who showed up. But I'll try. Over dinner.

I'll try not to embarrass the lot of you with my gratitude...;)

Sore and More,
-Rey

I'm on hold with IPass here, so I think I'm safe taking a moment or twelve to put things in a non-bulletpointed form.

First, as I'm sure word's gotten around, I might as well beat you all to the punch (belatedly) by announcing that I am presently self-identifying as "Single". Not "It's Complicated", not "In a Not-Quite Relationship". Single. As in paying attention to myself and my needs and, if need be, ignoring the urges to cover for others. Nothing is wrong, per se. But there isn't enough "right" from my point of view to qualify as satisfactory. So I'm addressing that while I have the luxury to do so.
This isn't anything personal. I don't love any of you any less because I'm not willing to pay your way for dinner or a movie without some sort of pre-agreed arrangement of some sort of reciprocation. Let's face it; in today's fiscal environment, I simply can't.
Additionally, I'm going to be attending to my own personal and emotional needs. I've had a hard day? I'm going to either hermit in and blow up pixelated badguys™ or spend time with friends. I'm feeling tactile and lonely? I'll go find someone who's comfortable (and I'm comfortable with) to get my snuggle on. I wanna go play pool? I'm gonna go play pool. Feel free to come along.
If I need help, I'll ask for it. If any of you need or want help, you're going to need to ask for it outright; just about any non-verbalized request is going to get passed over.

Of course, all bets are off if I offer. Which I may, out of habit and desire. Similarly, I may take people up on offers more often.

Speaking of verbalizing my requests, allow me to segue into one of the more recent and potentially existence rocking development.

I have been working under the assumption that I would be staying in the quaint-yet-overpriced-and-inaccessible-to-anyone-other-than-a-resident apartment I've been in for the past 8ish months. That being said, recent developments have all but required my roommate to head into other living situations. Being a trooper, and a Friend as those in my circle define such capitalized words, he won't leave me in a lurch. But I've wanted to move into a house, anyways; the room and separation I prefer almost require it.
So. I'm in the market for a house, and a housemate. Or housemates. I have an almost heroic amount of stuff. A healthy amount of which will have to go "away". But once I've got a good idea of where I might actually be setting down even shallow roots, with someone who can afford to live with me, I may be inclined to fully unpack my stuff.

Lastly, in the midst of all this, I'm in the process of trying to reconnect with those who had fallen by the wayside. This week is presently spent visiting or being visited by those who I haven't caught up with very well or very recently.
We'lll see how long I can keep up this pace before I settle down for a nice, long, hermiting retreat.

And work's still eating me. Heh. Damnit.

More as I can carve out the time.

-R

Short and sweet version, folks. Let's roll this ball.

-I will not be doing a rehash of the past 12 months. I think it would be, or at least seem, insulting to those who I don't mention (and really, I don't have enough keyboards to wear through to type up all the people, new and old, who did all the things with around me, enjoyable or otherwise.
-I am (yes, still) coming to grips to my present existential situation. At least it's a periodic thing with it's occasional spats of winces and pangs, as opposed to a daily staring off into space, thinking of could-have-beens. There were spats of anger, and not to just the most obvious targets. There were spats of love, and not always to or about the people I would have guessed at.
-I've lost some friends somewhere along the way. And that makes me sad. I've reached out to some, noted my presence to others, and let yet others wither and die, as cycles tend to. Some have voluntarily downgraded themselves to a level of "acquaintance" by saying "I'll ping you when I'm feeling social again" and then going off to do social things with other, more shiny people. I really can't bitch. I've done something to the same effect with other people at different points in my life. But I was younger and more avoidant of confrontation at the time. In the small handful of those I'm speaking of, I had thought we had more between us than a passive dismissal.
-I've picked up some friends somewhere along the way. Which is kinda awesome. Social dynamics never cease to amaze me. Sometimes, people just pop up in a person's life, grin a warm grin, and say "you seem to be good people" before inviting you into their circle. And when you initiate the gesture or are subject to it, it's kind of nice to have people respond positively.
-I've managed to maintain some of the friendships I've had. I'm fortunate enough to have people in my life that understand that sometimes life gets in the way of coffee. Or a movie. Or rock climbing. I'm endeavoring to extend that same understanding. It's not always easy. I'm getting to "that point in my life" where I'm no longer "putting up with things" and either confronting things in an attempt to resolve them, or saying "you know what, I tried and will now be over here playing 'Left 4 Dead' if you ever wanna take up again."
-I picked up Left 4 Dead. I know. Frivolous bulletpoint.
-I've visited a lot of people. I've been visited by others. Sometimes, it was related to work. Sometimes, it really wasn't. Every single event has been memorable.
-I found myself loving people. I found myself in hate with others. Hate is a new one for me. Neither of these feelings seem to work out for long for overly long. Which is perhaps how it should be.
-I've interviewed for a Sales job. Stop staring. It's a Sales Ops Management position. There aren't any more rungs on the ladder I'm on. Here's to the Next Thing.
-I keep lusting after a house. Even if only to rent one. This apartment living is cramping my style. And I really have too much stuff not to seriously consider it.

-Work is still chewing on me.

Which means I'll need to wrap and take this up tomorrow.

Up Next? The State of the Quasi-Asian: 2009 View!

Short form's here. Long form's behind the tag.

( Grace, honor, and dignity are as important in victory as it is in defeat.Collapse )

Wearily,
-R

Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, is not a victory; tonight is an opportunity for victory.

With a simple action of taking an hourish out of one of our days, we've managed to take part in history.

Tonight is an awesome opportunity to make things better. Perhaps not right; it will take more than a single term to make things "right". We may never get there. But at least we can choose to do no wrong.

Tonight, we spun the world. And though tonight we may not have "Happiness for All" and those hateful, lying proponents of Proposition 8 may have managed to deny loving people the chance to have a recognized union, this suggests to me that now is a good time to get involved.

I know that not everyone on my FriendList agrees that Proposition 8 was a Bad Thing™. And I can respect that. I know people I know and like, even love, did/would have voted for solely "man and woman" marriage. I can respect that, too.

But pardon me while I love as I do, and pardon me for wanting those I share this Earth with to have the same privileges I've had.

Here's to the Next Thing.

-R

( Read more...Collapse )I hereby release you from whatever geas that might compel you actually do this. But it's a bit too much fun to pass up.