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Roatan Honduras West End [Sep. 19th, 2008|12:09 pm]
Walter Clavius
Anyone here been there? Thinking of spending a couple weeks there. Suggestions?? Thanks :)
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This is my happening and it FREAKS ME OUT! [May. 1st, 2008|12:10 pm]
Walter Clavius
Freak OutCollapse )
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pioneer square starbucks [Feb. 7th, 2008|12:27 am]
Walter Clavius
What used to be in the location of the pioneer square starbucks or did that location get built just for starbucks?
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Band Idea [Feb. 5th, 2008|01:35 pm]
Walter Clavius

I want to start a band that has a continuously changing line up on a monthly basis. So, if the band starts out as a four piece, one person has to find a replacement then quit after a month. Then another person has to find their replacement and then quit after a month and so on so the line up always changes until the band just becomes it's own entity with no leader.  

Who's in?

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I'm in your band! [Dec. 3rd, 2007|11:17 am]
Walter Clavius

All I can say is that if you haven't heard Great Phone Calls by Neil Hamburger, your sides are way overdue for a good splitting.  

My friend palyed me the album back around 1990 and I remeber just howling through the whole thing.  I've often thought of of it through the years and while shopping on Amazon I found it and ordered it.  The CD arrived this morning and WOW it's got legs. 
It's aged well! 

IT'S!
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Hamburger!!!

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(no subject) [Dec. 2nd, 2007|05:03 pm]
Walter Clavius
 
Like most things I declare to maintain, like quitting smoking and TV and updating my LJ everyday I flaked out about half way there. I’m not worried though. The sad part is when I’m away from my computer I see and think lovely thoughts but when I sit to write I think, “Eh, who wants to read this anyway.” 
 
I went to a Christmas party last night, a dress up Christmas party mind you. I went cheap and borrowed the suit my buddy Mario got married in – a 60s era green sharkskin suite to be exact. I looked awesome, but once I got there felt like a rube in comparison to all the other fancies parading around in their design suites and dresses. Did I mention most of my friends are designers or some sort or the other? I know money should have nothing to do with your friends and in general it doesn’t with my immediate fried circle, we’re all there for each other and social status doesn’t much matter. But at these parties there are a lot of their colleagues and work partners who come off pretty snooty.  Of course it could be my insecurity. I work in a job I’m not particularly passionate about and I don’t make a lot of money. I’m not terribly ambitious when it comes to making money. Anyway, I left wondering what happened in my life where I decided I wasn’t going to peruse a career and be a professional. I have made attempts, but just never had the stick-to-itiveness to follow through or I just started perusing other interests which would eventually wilt away in the wake of another interest. 
 
Do what you’re passionate about. For me, playing the drums is my passion, but honestly, it’s a lazy passion. I’m not the kind of drummer that sits down every chance I get at my kit to practice. I love to rehearse with my bands, I could rehearse for hours.  I need people around me to work with to keep me interested, the human contact part of creating I find inspiring. I think that’s one of the reasons I’m not so crazy about writing is because I have to do it by myself. 
 
Strange how I was able to get this out without caring about if anyone would want to read it or not. 
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(no subject) [Nov. 18th, 2007|01:26 am]
Walter Clavius

 

I love home.

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The Job and the TV won [Nov. 16th, 2007|08:07 am]
Walter Clavius



Normally I have this to say about my job - I work for my job as hard as it works for me.  Meaning, I put in the time and in return I get to go on tour, take way more vacation days than I probably should get and also get profit sharing and holiday bonus pay, that kind of stuff.  The best part of my job is that I get to leave it at work, I'm totally free after 4 PM to get back to my life of bands and house projects.  But yesterday was a killer at work, streams of emails pummeling my brain, impatient attorneys, software crashes and slow networks completely drained my psychic imagery and when I got home an hour later than normal, I plopped in front of the TV at 6:30 and stayed there until 9:30 when I when to bed, about two hours earlier than normal.   I remember thinking – “Is this what other people do at my office?  Work all day and then come home to TV? Is this why they’re so miserable?”  I feel like when I used to drink and I’d wake up the next morning feeling guilty about some stupid thing I did the night before.  Instead of watching Man vs. Nature (I’ve got a big man-crush on Bear Grylls) I could have:

 

Practiced snare drum rudiments

Answered emails

Worked on my basement floor

Tuned my drums

Cleaned the kitchen

Meditated

Practiced guitar

 

I kind of feel like disconnecting the TV tonight, The Nurse and I both have talked about unplugging it and putting it away and only taking it our when my folks come to visit.  We have a monitor/dvd/vhs setup in our bedroom for movies if we feel so inclined.  I really can’t do the “Put a sheet over the TV deal” because I’d just take the sheet off, watch TV and then never put it back on. 

 

Do you guys do the sheet thing?  No TV thing?  Or just let yourself indulge in the warm glow? 

 

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Since I got Yummy Yummy Yummy stuck in my head... [Nov. 14th, 2007|06:19 am]
Walter Clavius

Without reading it, I think my horoscope would suggest stopping beating myself up.  I’ve been really hard on myself at work lately; it seems to go in waves.  Any time some small thing goes wrong with a project I was a part of I immediately assume that part I worked on was what went wrong.  To make matters worse, when I find out it was someone else’s fault I feel glad it wasn’t my fault, but get annoyed at them because what they did reflects on all of us in my department, so in essence, it doesn’t matter who fucked up, we ALL fucked up.  So, I guess I’m being overly critical and judgmental of myself and others, and probably a little paranoid.  

On a positive spin, 

I have great teeth

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The Cut [Nov. 8th, 2007|05:19 pm]
Walter Clavius

Singing Two Tickets to Paradise with the Karaoke From Hell Band
 
Thumbsing-uping myself after my floor completion. 
 
Here momma there daddy, everywhere, baby baby. 
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