I did a little bit of spring cleaning in here the other day, after also horribly breaking the template. It was probably time for a refresh anyway. Maybe all in service to figuring out what I can hang on to and what I need to let go of...
Of course I can't fully stow away my memories, but perhaps it is just time to let them have less power over me.
I was talking with a friend the other day about how moving to somewhere new can be such a blessing. As I walk/drive/bus all around this city, I have very clear and specific memories attached to so many places. Some good, some bad, some just... there... but all the same, it often feels like paging through an old photo album, and the sometimes-ache that can accompany that pastime. I can't really decide if the place-memories are a good or a bad thing, and of course I am often in these same spaces creating new memories to layer over the old, but all the same, sometimes I think that it would be nice to have a change of scene. I love Seattle, but I do often wonder if I've been here too long. I don't know where else to go though. I suppose that I will remain until compelled to leave, until called away.
I'm working on becoming a more active listener. This is something that I have maybe not been so great at in the past. I'm trying to ask more questions, and do less talking of my own. It's interesting, how much people will just talk and talk (and I am very much guilty of this myself) and never think to ask "Et tu?" - it seems to actually take a very special sort of person to find the right balance between give and take in a conversation. A consequence of all this listening is, of course, these more frequent updates to my blog. There is no thread between these posts, really, beyond the fact that it is all the stuff that is rattling around in my mind, and when I compare these posts to the much much older ones, it's much more than a hard jump between two subjects.
In the past few months, I've been a bit of a shit to a few friends, and I have some rebuilding to do over... the rest of my life, probably. When I get upset, I tend to drink my feelings. This is a fucked-up "coping" mechanism that I first implemented years ago when my father was dying and refused to get into contact with me so that we could have any chance of reconciliation. I pull this trick out of the bag from time to time, because I believe what cowboys tell me in songs...
I'm gonna keep drinkin'
until I'm petrified.
And then maybe these tears
will leave my eyes.
or
I'm gonna keep drinkin'
till I can't even think
Cause in the last week
I ain't slept a wink
But I do actually know that this is not a good way to be. I have found myself having to issue apologies for stupid things I have said and done somewhat recently, or, at the very least, being tied up in knots wishing that I could get a do-over, take it back, don't hit send, do not pass go, or what-have-you. I don't want to behave in a way that harms the people around me, so I need to find a new way to deal with bad feelings. I don't think that drinking is inherently destructive, but... my timing is off.
Notoriously poor timing, in almost all things.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Monday, April 8, 2013
Sometimes I forget to breathe
It's true, sometimes I forget to breathe. This may not be 100% accurate though. It may be more fair to say that sometimes, when I am nervous or upset, I hold my breath. This leads to me getting very dizzy, at which point I begin to panic, which doesn't make breathing one bit easier.
The same could be said of myself emotionally. I often forget that the best plan is to calm down and step back - really assess the situation. Intellectually I am usually pretty clear on what is going on, but the stupid heart/feelings tend to gum up the works and I sometimes simply begin to flail.
It's not a good head-space to be in, in either situation - and oddly, the cure for each is very much the same. Long walks let my mind rest a little bit. Focusing on one foot in front of the other, or letting myself be distracted by things seen.
I was watching Apocalypto over the weekend and the journey that the main character takes made me wonder - What does it mean to be a man? There is a quite a lot of information out there about this - about the idea of being a man - but after reading through quite a lot of it, I am not sure that the gender roles really apply and the insight I gained is better applied to "What does it mean to be a person?" - and by this, I mean, a person of quality - not just a lump on the surface of the planet. I'm not going to gender edit the items that I cherry-pick for my list, but at the same time, these apply across the board...
Lessons Learned:
A man feels like a man whenever he faces the right way, staring straight into his fears. He feels even more like a man when he advances in the direction of his fears, as if sailing on the winds of an inner scream.
No one ever moved forward, successfully, while looking backward. I look backward all the time, and often ascribe this to self-reflection, but in my more lucid moments, it's easy to see that this is most often just wallowing. I let past pains sully my view of the future, and too often let fear guide my choices. I struggle to find the balance between "all-in" and just being a spectator. I turn moments over in my mind until the interior is rubbed raw.
I find it hard to let go of the idea of people who have made a significant impression on me over the years. It takes a very long time for these personalities to fade into just memories.
We aren’t meant to be this tethered to all the people in our past. But I don't know how to tell who I should let go of and who I should hang on to.
The same could be said of myself emotionally. I often forget that the best plan is to calm down and step back - really assess the situation. Intellectually I am usually pretty clear on what is going on, but the stupid heart/feelings tend to gum up the works and I sometimes simply begin to flail.
It's not a good head-space to be in, in either situation - and oddly, the cure for each is very much the same. Long walks let my mind rest a little bit. Focusing on one foot in front of the other, or letting myself be distracted by things seen.
I was watching Apocalypto over the weekend and the journey that the main character takes made me wonder - What does it mean to be a man? There is a quite a lot of information out there about this - about the idea of being a man - but after reading through quite a lot of it, I am not sure that the gender roles really apply and the insight I gained is better applied to "What does it mean to be a person?" - and by this, I mean, a person of quality - not just a lump on the surface of the planet. I'm not going to gender edit the items that I cherry-pick for my list, but at the same time, these apply across the board...
Lessons Learned:
- A man is defined by his accomplishments and his purpose.
- A man holds himself accountable.
- A man does not fear failure.
- A man believes in beauty.
- A man is composed.
- A man takes responsibility for his deeds.
A man feels like a man whenever he faces the right way, staring straight into his fears. He feels even more like a man when he advances in the direction of his fears, as if sailing on the winds of an inner scream.
No one ever moved forward, successfully, while looking backward. I look backward all the time, and often ascribe this to self-reflection, but in my more lucid moments, it's easy to see that this is most often just wallowing. I let past pains sully my view of the future, and too often let fear guide my choices. I struggle to find the balance between "all-in" and just being a spectator. I turn moments over in my mind until the interior is rubbed raw.
I find it hard to let go of the idea of people who have made a significant impression on me over the years. It takes a very long time for these personalities to fade into just memories.
We aren’t meant to be this tethered to all the people in our past. But I don't know how to tell who I should let go of and who I should hang on to.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Some Saturday
Once, in a bar, some guy told me that I would never be beautiful, just “cute.” I still kind of hate that guy.
I should update my blog… This thought has struck me on several occasion but it a long time coming. I don’t know that there are any graphics that properly express my life over the past 1.5 years, though, I am only accounting for the time that everything changed, and not for the time since my last (un-read) update.
It’s been a strange stretch, to be certain. I was so sure that I knew what my path my heart and life were taking, I forgot that there are always, most certainly, alternatives. I approach a few different parts of life with this singe-mindedness. It’s a flaw, to be sure.
Recently I have been reminded that I have a heart to give, and it has been somewhat painful. It shouldn’t specifically be so, but… there are moments when I am absolutely stricken, overwhelmed, by this simple fact.
Affectionately referred to as “LA” for far long than deserved, and out of stubbornness, I have a great, great friend that is moving away in 3 short weeks, possibly less. This is someone that I did not particularly regard as much of a friend before… maybe... the more I think about it the more I feel like we were really quite close for far longer than I ever noticed.) but who I am struggling to imagine a Seattle, or, to be honest, my life, without now. I am sure that I will cruise through with dead eyes, as I do with everything else, but, in the middle of the night, I wake with the fear that I will never find someone who is as engaging, always pushing, always important, to be a part of my life again. When finally told about the final decision (though I knew, I knew...) I had the misfortune of asking the embarrassing question of “Can I visit you!?” (Mortified) and will forever feel like a dumbass due to that moment in time alone, but…
I don’t know if you’ve ever met me… I am slow to warm up to people. When I accept someone into my heart (on any level) I am quite fierce in my devotion, and it takes quite a bit for any individual to drop onto my “must-not” list. Maybe this is insane? I don’t really know…
I am really going to miss this friend. He has been patient with all of the things that are horrible about me. (I also know that everyone ELSE has been patient with horrible me things, so, if anyone IS reading, congrats to you as well…) However, he has been one of the main people, most recently, that I have turned to when things are terrible, and who I most love to spend time with when things are average/great. He has re-informed me about what a good conversation is really like, has re-taught me that spectacular memories can be found in the most ordinary of moments, and has, mainly, reminded me that having an open heart is a good place to be.
I am struggling today, though, truth be told, and am struggling, maybe always, as well. In a few short weeks things will be… better(?) but it doesn’t make today, this instance in time, less tragic. It’s the massive amounts of eyeliner that have leaked into my bloodstream during years past that make me so melodramatic, I’m sure of it…
I ruthlessly curate all the moments in my life. I have an easy time forgetting the nightmares (except for that one where I was sucked into a toaster that was Hell.) and only remembering the good times. This sometimes makes me romanticize the most mundane of moments, but… this is who I am. Some have even been the most uncomfortable minutes of my existence, but, still they shine bright in my mind. Good memories: Seeing the Wall of death for the first time, Coffee shops after too many drinks at Shorty’s with a friend, Taking long walks and sitting at the water’s edge with a thermos or a few beers to stave off the cold while watching the city lights, Pulling tables and chairs near to a fountain in an empty outdoor shopping mall after hours, Taking long drives into the wilderness for no particular reason in the middle of the night, Even drinking the swill that they claim is coffee at The Hurricane until 4 in the morning... all the while just talking, telling stories, asking questions, explaining. I feel okay about holding these memories, and more, close to my heart… but at the same time, these can be a distraction because I am not sure that this is the path that life takes anymore. Spoiled, perhaps.
I should update my blog… This thought has struck me on several occasion but it a long time coming. I don’t know that there are any graphics that properly express my life over the past 1.5 years, though, I am only accounting for the time that everything changed, and not for the time since my last (un-read) update.
It’s been a strange stretch, to be certain. I was so sure that I knew what my path my heart and life were taking, I forgot that there are always, most certainly, alternatives. I approach a few different parts of life with this singe-mindedness. It’s a flaw, to be sure.
Recently I have been reminded that I have a heart to give, and it has been somewhat painful. It shouldn’t specifically be so, but… there are moments when I am absolutely stricken, overwhelmed, by this simple fact.
Affectionately referred to as “LA” for far long than deserved, and out of stubbornness, I have a great, great friend that is moving away in 3 short weeks, possibly less. This is someone that I did not particularly regard as much of a friend before… maybe... the more I think about it the more I feel like we were really quite close for far longer than I ever noticed.) but who I am struggling to imagine a Seattle, or, to be honest, my life, without now. I am sure that I will cruise through with dead eyes, as I do with everything else, but, in the middle of the night, I wake with the fear that I will never find someone who is as engaging, always pushing, always important, to be a part of my life again. When finally told about the final decision (though I knew, I knew...) I had the misfortune of asking the embarrassing question of “Can I visit you!?” (Mortified) and will forever feel like a dumbass due to that moment in time alone, but…
I don’t know if you’ve ever met me… I am slow to warm up to people. When I accept someone into my heart (on any level) I am quite fierce in my devotion, and it takes quite a bit for any individual to drop onto my “must-not” list. Maybe this is insane? I don’t really know…
I am really going to miss this friend. He has been patient with all of the things that are horrible about me. (I also know that everyone ELSE has been patient with horrible me things, so, if anyone IS reading, congrats to you as well…) However, he has been one of the main people, most recently, that I have turned to when things are terrible, and who I most love to spend time with when things are average/great. He has re-informed me about what a good conversation is really like, has re-taught me that spectacular memories can be found in the most ordinary of moments, and has, mainly, reminded me that having an open heart is a good place to be.
I am struggling today, though, truth be told, and am struggling, maybe always, as well. In a few short weeks things will be… better(?) but it doesn’t make today, this instance in time, less tragic. It’s the massive amounts of eyeliner that have leaked into my bloodstream during years past that make me so melodramatic, I’m sure of it…
I ruthlessly curate all the moments in my life. I have an easy time forgetting the nightmares (except for that one where I was sucked into a toaster that was Hell.) and only remembering the good times. This sometimes makes me romanticize the most mundane of moments, but… this is who I am. Some have even been the most uncomfortable minutes of my existence, but, still they shine bright in my mind. Good memories: Seeing the Wall of death for the first time, Coffee shops after too many drinks at Shorty’s with a friend, Taking long walks and sitting at the water’s edge with a thermos or a few beers to stave off the cold while watching the city lights, Pulling tables and chairs near to a fountain in an empty outdoor shopping mall after hours, Taking long drives into the wilderness for no particular reason in the middle of the night, Even drinking the swill that they claim is coffee at The Hurricane until 4 in the morning... all the while just talking, telling stories, asking questions, explaining. I feel okay about holding these memories, and more, close to my heart… but at the same time, these can be a distraction because I am not sure that this is the path that life takes anymore. Spoiled, perhaps.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Ridiculous or Awesome?
Apparently this was all over the news in September of last year but as I am slow to pick up on some things (and because they showed a segment about it on Attack of the Show the other day) I am arriving late to the party that is the Honda U3-X Personal Mobility Device.
You can view it in action here:
I don't really see the point of this device, no matter how space-agey it may be. It is scarily reminiscent of the humans in Wall-E, plus I'm pretty sure I could out-walk one of these things. The only redeeming feature is that this puppy can go sideways as well as backwards and forwards which brings to mind the features we need to add to cars to make parallel parking easier.
Anyway, my vote on this one is RIDICULOUS!
Another thing I had no idea existed, outside of nature of course, is the saltwater pool. I can't remember how this topic even came up but after doing some research on the subject it ends up that there are in fact saltwater swimming pools and the largest happens to be at the San Alfonso del Mar Resort in Algarrobo, Chile.
This thing covers 19 total acres, is 1,000 meters long and holds the Guiness world record for being the largest outdoor pool. I have no doubt they will hold this record for quite a long while, at least until Dubai decides to give it a go, cuz those guys love to overdo everything. The resort itself seems to be comprised of privately owned condos/vacation properties and the reservation process and additional fees ($78 for sheets and towels, buy your own toilet paper, soap, etc) seems to be a bit weird, but overall that's some crazy big pool and my vote on this one is AWESOME!
And finally, only because I was just thinking about vacation properties, is the Seattle City Rentals 1-bd apartment on Capitol Hill, where you get sheets, towels, toilet paper, etc all included in the price of your stay. The rates for these units are incredibly affordable ($99-$125 a night, depending on season), especially when weighing against the current rates for hotels in the area. No room service of course, but there are enough restaurants in the area to satisfy most appetites, and plenty of delivery, though it is mostly Italian food.
We directed some visiting family to this place when they came out a few years ago and they could not have been more pleased with the experience so I highly recommend this to anyone looking for a cheaper alternative to hotels in the Seattle area. Of course, Broadway is quickly becoming just one huge construction zone, what with light-rail, and soon street-car and mixed-use development projects taking over the spaces previously occupied by actual retail, but if you can get beyond the middle bit where all of that is taking place Elliott Bay will be re-opening in their new location in a few weeks (by the old KFC), Everyday Music is right next door and the Pike/Pine corridor has really filled out with some great new spots. Beyond that, take the bus to where you want to go. My vote for this vacation property is... RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME!
You can view it in action here:
I don't really see the point of this device, no matter how space-agey it may be. It is scarily reminiscent of the humans in Wall-E, plus I'm pretty sure I could out-walk one of these things. The only redeeming feature is that this puppy can go sideways as well as backwards and forwards which brings to mind the features we need to add to cars to make parallel parking easier.
Anyway, my vote on this one is RIDICULOUS!
Another thing I had no idea existed, outside of nature of course, is the saltwater pool. I can't remember how this topic even came up but after doing some research on the subject it ends up that there are in fact saltwater swimming pools and the largest happens to be at the San Alfonso del Mar Resort in Algarrobo, Chile.
This thing covers 19 total acres, is 1,000 meters long and holds the Guiness world record for being the largest outdoor pool. I have no doubt they will hold this record for quite a long while, at least until Dubai decides to give it a go, cuz those guys love to overdo everything. The resort itself seems to be comprised of privately owned condos/vacation properties and the reservation process and additional fees ($78 for sheets and towels, buy your own toilet paper, soap, etc) seems to be a bit weird, but overall that's some crazy big pool and my vote on this one is AWESOME!
And finally, only because I was just thinking about vacation properties, is the Seattle City Rentals 1-bd apartment on Capitol Hill, where you get sheets, towels, toilet paper, etc all included in the price of your stay. The rates for these units are incredibly affordable ($99-$125 a night, depending on season), especially when weighing against the current rates for hotels in the area. No room service of course, but there are enough restaurants in the area to satisfy most appetites, and plenty of delivery, though it is mostly Italian food.
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We directed some visiting family to this place when they came out a few years ago and they could not have been more pleased with the experience so I highly recommend this to anyone looking for a cheaper alternative to hotels in the Seattle area. Of course, Broadway is quickly becoming just one huge construction zone, what with light-rail, and soon street-car and mixed-use development projects taking over the spaces previously occupied by actual retail, but if you can get beyond the middle bit where all of that is taking place Elliott Bay will be re-opening in their new location in a few weeks (by the old KFC), Everyday Music is right next door and the Pike/Pine corridor has really filled out with some great new spots. Beyond that, take the bus to where you want to go. My vote for this vacation property is... RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME!
Thursday, October 8, 2009
New Must
As we head into the Fall, Winter and Spring months I am searching for ways to weatherize the home. I bought a programmable thermostat last winter (which led to a week or two with only partial heat due to only one of the breakers being on after install) because I thought that the reading would be more accurate and the idea of being able to program the house-weather based on our work and sleeping patterns appealed to me. I cheaped out on the thermostat and only got the 1-program model rather than one that allows you to program at least 2, 1 for weekdays and the other for the weekends, so we have been manually controlling/adjusting the heat when we are home during the day.
Image from Amazon.com
Now without employment, I have re-set the thermostat so that I do not need to bundle up too much between the hours of 9 and 5, and with few distractions throughout the day have noticed that our heat pops on and off quite regularly. When the heat turned off yesterday I looked at the thermostat because it still felt pretty cold to me, and to my amazement the reading said 77ยบ! After actually looking at the set up, the heat vent relative to the placement of the thermostat (not my choice, it's where the old one was), I noticed that the former blows directly onto the later. This is totally screwing up the heat! Immediately the vent covers my grandmother had when I was younger (and perhaps now, I don't remember) sprang to mind. After some keyword searching on google (vent covers, register covers, vent accessories) I finally found a page that put me on to the right turn of phrase, Air Deflector!
Image from Amazon.com
These things should direct the air into the room and away from the thermostat. I promptly ordered 2 (though I only need one, I just want to have a back up in case the product is not as sturdy as advertised) and am anxiously awaiting delivery. In the meantime, one of my housemates has a rigged up a very "paper-taped-to-the-floor" solution.
This seems to be having some effect, but the tape keeps unsticking from the floor (perhaps a consequence of being heated?) and the paper falls over regularly. Until the more permanent solution shows up are keeping the tape roll close at hand and making fixes as needed.
I have a few more ideas for weatherizing the house this winter: making temporary storm windows, using some heavy velvet I have to sew curtains for the dining room windows, figuring out what As Seen on TV product will best block the draft coming under the exterior doors...
Image from AsSeenOnTV.com
With the curtains in particular, I am paralyzed by the fear that I will just make a crazy mess of it and waste the fabric that I have, but, I guess if I have it and am not using it for anything, it's a bigger waste than if I try. We'll see how that goes.
Image from Amazon.com
Now without employment, I have re-set the thermostat so that I do not need to bundle up too much between the hours of 9 and 5, and with few distractions throughout the day have noticed that our heat pops on and off quite regularly. When the heat turned off yesterday I looked at the thermostat because it still felt pretty cold to me, and to my amazement the reading said 77ยบ! After actually looking at the set up, the heat vent relative to the placement of the thermostat (not my choice, it's where the old one was), I noticed that the former blows directly onto the later. This is totally screwing up the heat! Immediately the vent covers my grandmother had when I was younger (and perhaps now, I don't remember) sprang to mind. After some keyword searching on google (vent covers, register covers, vent accessories) I finally found a page that put me on to the right turn of phrase, Air Deflector!
Image from Amazon.com
These things should direct the air into the room and away from the thermostat. I promptly ordered 2 (though I only need one, I just want to have a back up in case the product is not as sturdy as advertised) and am anxiously awaiting delivery. In the meantime, one of my housemates has a rigged up a very "paper-taped-to-the-floor" solution.
This seems to be having some effect, but the tape keeps unsticking from the floor (perhaps a consequence of being heated?) and the paper falls over regularly. Until the more permanent solution shows up are keeping the tape roll close at hand and making fixes as needed.
I have a few more ideas for weatherizing the house this winter: making temporary storm windows, using some heavy velvet I have to sew curtains for the dining room windows, figuring out what As Seen on TV product will best block the draft coming under the exterior doors...
Image from AsSeenOnTV.com
With the curtains in particular, I am paralyzed by the fear that I will just make a crazy mess of it and waste the fabric that I have, but, I guess if I have it and am not using it for anything, it's a bigger waste than if I try. We'll see how that goes.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Last Days
The days in the office can now be counted on the hand of a two-fingered individual. Here's some snaps of the office as it stands EOD Friday.
My sweet milk-crate-top set up.
Main production area, computing on the floor is no fun.
Dan, working on the floor.
Broken down desks.
Steve's old office, just slightly messier than when he was working in it.
Stacie loves working on her fancy new filing-cabinet-top system.
Jeremy does too.
Chair graveyard.
Rob, also employing the popular filing-cabinet-top system.
More broken down desks and tables.
Dev, half empty.
Scott's work area.
Austin, Dan and Stacie getting ready to throw down some Magic the Gathering. Work is hard!
My sweet milk-crate-top set up.
Main production area, computing on the floor is no fun.
Dan, working on the floor.
Broken down desks.
Steve's old office, just slightly messier than when he was working in it.
Stacie loves working on her fancy new filing-cabinet-top system.
Jeremy does too.
Chair graveyard.
Rob, also employing the popular filing-cabinet-top system.
More broken down desks and tables.
Dev, half empty.
Scott's work area.
Austin, Dan and Stacie getting ready to throw down some Magic the Gathering. Work is hard!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Things I know nothing about
We have watched the first two episodes of Shaq Vs. and I have to say, it's pretty funny. The guy just seems to have tons of fun, and watching him compete against the masters of the various sports is a lot funnier than the usual serious-while-playing sports that are usually happening in my general 1080i area. This might be his last year playing, and he could have a big future in TV, but I think that maybe he could only play himself. If Kazaam taught us anything, it was that Shaq acting is just Shaq playing... Shaq, and that those shoes looked silly. OK, the whole thing was silly.
But who ISN'T down with a rapping genie with attitude, really?
Perhaps he could also play the role of an *ahem* "thief", as it has now come to light that Mr. Steve Nash feels that Shaq lifted the idea behind Shaq Vs. from him sometime last year. I don't know if it's true or not, but honestly, I would much rather watch Shaq try to compete against the Women's Volleyball champions that I would the Suns' #13. Mr. Nash is a svelte individual who could possibly don a bikini and pull it off.
I could not find any actually pictures of Mr. Nash in a bikini, sadly.
It's much more entertaining to watch Shaq talk trash and compete against individuals that are a total mismatch when they get onto the field/court/pool, etc...
This issue reportedly led to some tensions on the Phoenix Suns team last year, which in turn led to Mr. O'Neal's early exit. This year he is playing for Cleveland, and if his statement in September of last year holds true, the 2009-2010 season will be his final playing professional basketball. If TV doesn't pan out for him, he could always fall back on Law Enforcement as he is already a reserve officer in Miami (maybe Cleveland now?) though I'd probably prefer him as a new recruit on Reno 911.
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But who ISN'T down with a rapping genie with attitude, really?
Perhaps he could also play the role of an *ahem* "thief", as it has now come to light that Mr. Steve Nash feels that Shaq lifted the idea behind Shaq Vs. from him sometime last year. I don't know if it's true or not, but honestly, I would much rather watch Shaq try to compete against the Women's Volleyball champions that I would the Suns' #13. Mr. Nash is a svelte individual who could possibly don a bikini and pull it off.
I could not find any actually pictures of Mr. Nash in a bikini, sadly.
It's much more entertaining to watch Shaq talk trash and compete against individuals that are a total mismatch when they get onto the field/court/pool, etc...
This issue reportedly led to some tensions on the Phoenix Suns team last year, which in turn led to Mr. O'Neal's early exit. This year he is playing for Cleveland, and if his statement in September of last year holds true, the 2009-2010 season will be his final playing professional basketball. If TV doesn't pan out for him, he could always fall back on Law Enforcement as he is already a reserve officer in Miami (maybe Cleveland now?) though I'd probably prefer him as a new recruit on Reno 911.
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