Author: Moby

Busy Bee III

No rest for the wicked. I’m off but not such luck on actually being free. *sigh* I miss having a life. (Wait, did I ever have one?…*pondering*)

I’m off to work to bend fresh minds to my iron will. The current class has finished their first rotation and today is their one day classroom training session before starting 2nd rotation. Out of 18 there are 9 left. Sadly, that’s better than most. The remaining group is doing well though.

Tomorrow, I’m headed over to City College to help my previous instructor w/his new EMT class. They are coming toward the end of the semester and doing much more hands on.

Wednesday, I have to go in early (7:00am) as I’m learning the new dynamic deployment for fire side. (I’m not exactly a morning person so I’m sure I’ll be extra cranky that day.) We are switching to a new type of dispatching for medics in the city. Instead of placing them at fire stations they will be roaming. We will use an AVL (automatically verifiy location) system to deploy medics for emergency calls. Basically, it just means we’ll have more tools to do our job effectively. Not any new skills but more attention is required now. The current system is sloppy at best. After a week of training, I hit the floor. One of the perks might be better days off for awhile. I might end up w/a weekend day or two off thru the month of April.

Muscle Head

Switching gears in a major way, one of my regular readers emailed me recently asking for advice on working out. First, an apology for not getting to it sooner. However, Sir Moby has a very full plate right now and long winded rants are harder to come by. And we all know I love yacking.

So in the coming week, I’ll be adding a dedicated section on tips/tricks for working out. Over the years, I’ve gleaned tons of information about working out. Do’s and Don’ts as well as helpful insights. I was a personal trainer ages ago while living in the seaport town of Galveston, TX. Back when I was a wee lad. And I’m not refering to age even though I was very young. No back when I was no bigger than a beanstalk. And while I am no longer a personal trainer, working out and health in general has become a huge part of my life. I still keep up w/the field and the ever advancing knowledge behind it.

Most of what I offer will be for beginners/novices and will branch into diet, health, routines, etc. I will cover more advanced stuff but I feel most folks are always looking for advice on 1) how to get started 2) how to maintain or 3) how to get back into it. And if it works for you great, if not well the hell with ya then. *wink*

Stick & Stones Will . . .

I thought I’d talk about something other than myself today. Yeah, I know, there’s a first.

I do keep up my blogroll even though I get behind at times. Some more than others but I usually make it to all about once a week. Lately though, I’ve been reading Steve from Bent Collective a lot. If you aren’t a heavy reader of Bent, you should be. Here you have a man in the prime of his life giving of himself to help others. He traveled half way around the world to the bodunk country of Uzbekistan, easily a third world country, to setup a clinic and care for the ravaged HIV population there. Uzbekistan is only 2 small countries away from Afghanistan. They don’t particularly like us. Of course, being so far away does present some technological issues. Enter his friend Al who often keeps us apprised of Steve’s lastest efforts via the blog.
Continue reading Stick & Stones Will . . .

Vrooom!

I might be getting my motorcyle sooner than I thought. My buddy from the dealer called me and they have one meeting my specs. I’m gonna swing by on Tuesday and check it out.

Art or Trash?

This is a new topic for me. I rarely discuss art as 1) I don’t own any 2) what most people call art, I call trash. I’m always amazed at what folks will throw together and call art. Even more of a highbrow for me is what they charge for it. As if slapping an expensive tag on it and calling it art miracuously gives it higher meaning. In a word, bullshit. But what do I know? I’m just a hick who made it out of the sticks. True, growing up as poor as I did, it is hard for me to place value on artistic expression. And when one is wondering where your next meal is coming from, art is a low priority on the list of things to ponder. I do occasionally find work that appeals to my aesthetics (proper syntax?) as well as my wallet. So it is possible. Probable? well thats to be seen.

My rant stems from my desire to have artwork in my home. I’ve often avoided the issue by saying until I buy a home, it’s really not a “home” per say. Why buy art for it? Smelling some more BS yet? Yeah, me too. My lack of art presents an annoying detail I am hoping to change. See my afore mentioned comment on pricetags and you begin to see my dilema. Oddly enough, I have no desire to sit down, create something, and call it art. A contradiction? Possibly.

If one types ‘gay art’ into a google search your first page is littered w/mostly porn. Mind you, I’ve always had a fascination for erotic anime, Tom of Finland, explicit cartoons, etc. However, said interest is not something I wish to plaster all over my walls. Nor do I want the stereotypical black and whites you see on so many…uh hum…walls d’jour.

So my quest this year is to find artistic works that appeal to both my eyes and wallet. I’ll even take pics to show’em off. You can be the judge of my success.

Nothing To See Here…

How did I spend today? Mostly tied up in fraking meetings I didn’t care to be in. Two hours turned into four. Next thing I know, the day is over. I did manage to get a few things done. I’m just out of the bathroom from trimming all my body hair. Notice I said trim not shave. I detest the whole shaved stubbley look/feel guys get into. Nothing worse than licking a guys. . . you get the picture.

And have I ever mentioned how much I fucking hate doing laundry. *insert prayer to whatever diety you believe in here that I win the lotto and can hire a housebo.* Anyway, nothing exciting to report. I wish I had some philosophical statement to make. Something profound to wow you. Nope. Sorry, you are stuck w/plain ole me today.

In other meandering news, my new jeans from the Gap arrived today. I’m horrible at buying jeans. I always hem-haw about whether to get’em or not, if they fit me well, make my butt look good, yadda yadda yadda. Instead, I opt for several brands and styles that I’m used to. I log on, order’em up and have’em delivered. Easy said, easy done. Shirts, on the otherhand, are a whole nother story. I think I already covered the many different ways to shop.

Check back later for something profound, we’re all out today.

802’s

Ok, I sorta got my wish. I ended up riding around not in an ambulance but w/an RC. RC stands for Rescue Captain. Basically, he is a Paramedic supervsior. He was also my instructor for my EMT cert.

Nothing gruesome but my first two calls of the day were 802’s. (Dead on arrival) The first was sad as an 11 year old boy woke up to find his mother had passed away during the night. Truly impactful event for an 11 year old boy wouldn’t you say? The parents were estranged from each other so we had to stand by till the father could come onscene. The boy handled it like a trooper and his giant tomcat seemed to be a huge comfort (that was for you homer). Having already been predisposed to such tragedies on a daily basis from my current job, I was saddened but very in control. Lets face it, people die everyday. I can think of no better way to go than peacefully in your sleep in your own home.

A couple hours go by and we get another call. A typical man down/3rd party scenario. Continue reading 802’s

Finally

I’m doing a ride-along today. After the last two cancelled, I’m feeling rusty. I’ll be spending twelve hours on an ambulance or “the box” as they call it.

Maybe I’ll get lucky and get something gruesome.

Wish me luck?