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Well, it’s been about a month so I thought I’d write a post. And thankfully, I have something to write about.

But first, check out this AMAZING setup I’ve got going on here!

The keyboard was being tossed out by a neighbor so I gladly took possession of it and I’m using my old Samsung tablet with it since a) my computer is near death and b) my iPad is only good for an alarm clock these days. Damn iOS 9.3.5 is pretty useless — all the thing does is crash. At least the alarm clock app works.

Anyway, onto the post.

As I had mentioned a few posts ago, I’m beginning to believe in my empathy more and more. Today I have three solid examples of that and they all involve music.

The first one is simple. While we were sitting outside enjoying the evening a few nights ago, I started whistling Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire” as I perused my Timehop posts going back eight years. As I continued to whistle and swipe left, this picture from four years ago popped up.

I posted this on Instagram four years prior. It’s our firepit sans volcanic rock which exposes the flame element and that is, of course, round. So for this post I decided to use lyrics from the aforementioned song that I was whistling earlier.

Strange? Maybe. Coincidental? You decide.

For the second entry, I bring you some 80s goodness from The Go-Go’s. I recently joined a gym because the weather lately has made it practically unbearable to exercise outdoors. Not only that, Planet Fitness was running a fantastic, no-commitment deal of $10/month that I couldn’t pass up.

I have a Spotify playlist called “Drumming” that I listen to while, um, “playing the drums” as I do on occasion. It also doubles a a nifty running playlist and I was listening to it this morning while on the treadmill.

It includes The Go-Go’s “Head Over Heels” which not only is a good song, its beats are pretty much the pace at which I run.

Ah, the sound. The outfits. That spastic Belinda Carlisle dance. Quintessential 80s all the way!

I had the song on repeat a few times as I was running and looked up at one of the TVs that was showing CBS Sunday Morning. They had just wrapped a Billy Joel interview and moved on to another music act: none other than The Go-Go’s.

It turns out “Head Over Heels” is the name of a new Broadway play that showcases their greatest hits in an Elizabethian setting. While I was captivated with the interview (click the link above to see what they went through), I was also taken aback by what had just transpired. It was like the whole “Ring of Fire” thing hapenning again. I smiled, shrugged, and continued on doing four miles total.

But here’s the most interesting one of all.

Thursday morning, my coworker arrived to work and saw this cryptic note on her desk.

(Company name hidden, obviously)

She asked if I knew who left it and I said I didn’t but that before the day is through, there would be some correlation between me and that number. Just like that. Not even giving it a second thought.

Even she thought I was reaching on this one. I mean, some random note on her desk that I’ll be connected to? Why would I even say that, right?

But I knew why.

Before leaving for work that morning, I had told Ann that Anthony has such a deep voice compared to other kids his age. It’s pretty baritone and I jokingly mimicked his voice to Ann as he played Xbox with his friends.

From there, as I randomly do around the house, I broke into song but not any song. Topically, it was one with a baritone voice and one I nailed at karaoke (without even looking at the lyrics).

Ready to be freaked out again? Because here it is.

I kid you not. Sixteen Tons. The correlation I had said would be there, was there. I then told my coworker the above story and she didn’t believe me, so I had to call in the reinforcements.

Once I asked Ann if I was singing it, I showed my coworker the screen and waited for Ann’s reply because I knew what it was going to be.

“Oooooh scary” was Ann’s reply. My coworker told me to stop it because things like this happen between us quite frequently.

Again, I leave it up to you to decide whether it was mere concidence, luck, or that empathy thing working again. Just remember that these songs haven’t been on the charts in decades but they all played a part in these scenarios.

As for me, I seem to know more than I think — whether I know it or not.

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How Can I Freak You Out Today?


I’ve said in the past that I’ve always been an excellent judge of character and that those I keep in my small, close-knit circle of friends – online or IRL – deserve to be there. There might have been a few mistakes along the way but deep down inside I always knew something wasn’t right.

And those who get cut from the circle? I have no problem cutting them off because they proven themselves to be not worth my time and therefore, I have zero emotional investment in them. In other words, it doesn’t hurt to say goodbye. You might even say I welcome the departure – one less problem.

I’m talking about emotions and feeling here, and I’ll be the first one to tell you that I’m a strange duck. Granted, “strange” is a subjective term but the strangeness I embrace is on an artistic level. Again, emotions and feelings.

For the past month, I’ve been doing a little research on empathy and while I don’t have all of the most common characteristics (read: introversion), I do have most. And I have a few examples of that.

Last week, I decided to walk through downtown Long Beach during lunch and take pictures as opposed to my usual bike ride near the beach. This alone was unusual and it sets up the rest of the story.

While walking past Hamburger Mary’s, one of the many LGBTQ establishments in the city, I noticed an addition to their outside wall:

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It seems every city has a pair of angel wings somewhere and these were completed in time for Pride Weekend. Not satisfied with just taking a picture of them, me and a coworker Neena went back the next day so that I could pose in front of the wings and have a new social media profile picture.

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(Why yes, I’ve lost 10 pounds!)

I was pleased with the result but decided to add some effects to it before I made it my ubiquitous profile picture. It reminded me of my friend Ray’s profile picture, the last one he would post. He passed away unexpectedly in July 2017 at the age of 43. I miss him.

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Where is this going? We’re getting there.

Later that same day, after posting my picture everywhere, I get the following Facebook notification.

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You’re reading that right. On the day I took that picture, Ray and I had become Facebook friends seven years prior. And if I had not taken a walk instead of going for a bike ride the previous day, I would have never seen this or made the connection. It seems I knew, or felt, this and had to act upon it.

Moving forward to today. During my Sunday morning bike ride yesterday, I decided to do something completely out of the ordinary. Instead of riding down the bike trail, I made use of the city’s many bike lanes. I had no itinerary; I just went wherever I wanted to go.

My adventures would take me 18 miles down streets I’ve never been down and even some alleys I never knew existed. It was while riding down one alley that I came across a bunch of dumpsters along the rear of a shopping center. Exciting stuff, I know.

But my coworker Neena sees them as art. Her Instagram account is filled with abstract images that were mostly on dumpsters we’ve discovered around downtown. At any rate, I saw one dumpster in particular that I figured would be a good fit for her account. I took this shot and sent it to her.

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She didn’t see it until this morning but when she did, she immediately said it looked like a pastel she did about three years ago.

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If you’re not entirely sure if they look the same, here’s a side-by-side.

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The big, black splotch. The diagonal lines on the right. The dominant yellow-and-red theme. The fold on the bottom left of her pastel and the black on the bottom left of the dumpster picture. Note that this is exactly how I composed the picture – I did not crop it at all.

There are definitely lots of similarities that again, if I had not had the urge to try something different, would have never been tied together. Something told me to do it. This is the result.

And yes, she slightly freaked out.

So when it comes down to it, yes, I consider myself in many ways an empath. There’s just no other way to put it. I acted on instinct and it turns out I was picking up someone else’s vibes, and the proof is all up there for you to see.

As for that vivid dream I had the other night of the plane crashing near my neighborhood? Let’s hope it remains that. (It was about a mile away from my house but I can still see it.)

That’s a wrap for this one, folks. You didn’t think I was this deep, did you?

Romantic Comedies


Holy mother of effs, I’m getting old(er).

The family — I refuse to use the currently popular and obnoxious term “fam” — was out decorating for Christmas Saturday night, mostly concentrating on the positioning of our new laser light display.

We’ve been looking at them for some time now and found them on sale at OSH so we caved. And for $20 I have to admit they are pretty spectacular.

The colors, man! The colors! Plus we’re feeling exceptionally lazy this year so we’re only putting this up with a few strings of lights. Humbug!

While all of this was going on, our beloved neighbor* was in his frontyard listening to some music through his Bluetooth speaker. I didn’t really notice it until Ann said something.

Ann: The jackass** is listening to that Sam Smith chick-flick crap that you’d hear in those romcoms.

A beat. I heard what she said loud and clear, but I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant by the last word.

Me: What?

Ann: He’s listening to crap you’d hear in a romcom.

There it was again.

Me: (looking bewildered) Uh, say that again?

Ann: What, romcom?

At this point, if this were a phone conversation using a wired GTE Phone Mart landline, I would have tapped it several times on the nearest hard object to make sure I was hearing things correctly then continued.

Me: Yes.

Ann: A romcom? Romantic comedy?

Me: Is that what it means?

Ann: Yeah, I heard it on the radio the morning.

Keep in mind I don’t listen to morning radio — I’m a Spotify guy and hate blithering morning jocks trying to elicit a laugh at any cost. I’m not entirely surprised they’d use such a stupid term.

Me: Oh okay. Well, don’t ever say that around me again.

Ann: What, romcom?

Me: (shuddering) Yes.

Deal.

Here we are taking a break from the decorating in Season 24 of our own little romc…uh, romantic comedy. Hats off to the kid, now taller than Ann and almost eye level with me, for taking this picture.

You all decorated yet?

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Footnotes:

*Sarcasm **Absolute truth

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Composed on an iPhone 7 Plus app using the WordPress app because I’m feeling exceptionally lazy tonight.

Space Shuttle Endeavour in Inglewood


It was about three weeks ago when I wrote a post about the Space Shuttle Endeavour’s tour of southern California and until yesterday, it was stationed at LAX where it was waiting to be removed from the transport jet and onto another vehicle for its final destination: the California Science Center.

For its ground travel, locals were discouraged from gathering to see the shuttle because it needed plenty of room to travel. We were lead to believe that it wasn’t going to be a parade; this was serious business.

But the pictures on the local news pretty much told the story: nobody was going to let this historic moment pass them by and I was one of them. Once I saw it was in Inglewood this morning I rushed the family out the door, stopped for some donuts, and headed out to see what we could see.

And the following shows just that. Enjoy!

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So far I’ve seen it in the air and on the ground, and the family is looking forward to see it on display at the end of the month. It’s been an amazing trip and a lot of fun to watch.

Jordan Knight’s Birthday


First of all, this post is the first to fall under the new “Life with Dave” category, formerly “Dialogue.” It will cover conversations between myself and the family. It gives you an idea of what it’s like to live with me – and what Ann has dealt with for 19 years. I will go back and tag the previous conversations I can remember blogging about within the same category.

There is a chapter in Cameron Crowe’s classic piece of American literature Fast Times and Ridgemont High* called “Ritchie Blackmore’s Birthday.” In it, Mike Damone takes every April 14th to celebrate the birth of his favorite guitarist by listening to nothing but songs that showcase his guitar work  all day. When his mom asks him if he would rather go and hang out with his friends because she and her husband can’t stand the music, Damone simply replies, “Nope. Suffer.”

Mike Damone loved his Ritchie Blackmore and probably still does (since the book was based on a true story).

I can’t say the same thing for and Ann her love for New Kids on the Block. She was a fan back in the day but not so much now that she’s in her 30s.

This was evident when KTLA’s Morning News was going into a commercial break and showing NKOTB’s “Step By Step” video. The lower third read “Happy Birthday, Jordan Knight!”

Ann, checking her email and not knowing the reason why the song was being played, voiced her displeasure.

Ann: Oh Lord, why are they playing that?

Me: It’s Jordan Knight’s birthday!**

Ann: So what? They haven’t been a group or even together in over 20 years!***

Me: How can you say that? They said they’d be loving YOU forever!

Ann: (shrugs) Whatever. Not me.

Sorry, JK

So anyway, Happy Birthday to Jordan Knight, you older kid on the block you.

I think.

Maybe.

Eh, whatever.

*SPOILER ALERT! As is the case most of the time, the book is NOTHING like the movie. I thought it was better and could have used more scenes from it.

**A fact I wouldn’t have known if not shown on the lower third.

***Obviously unaware of their recent tours.