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I Remember Now

Tomorrow I’m going to be heading out for my annual “guys weekend” that I do with 12 other guys that rode dinosaurs to class. We’ve been doing this now for about six years, taking what really amounts to four days including travel to go somewhere in the Southeast US and act like students again for three nights or so. It is, of course, a blast. So off I go tomorow morning first thing to fly into Atlanta and drive from there.

As I thought about the trip coming up the other day I had this strange feeling that something was different about my frame of mind that I couldn’t quite grasp. Then it hit me – when I go to the airport tomorrow it will be the first time I’ve done so in 10 days. That is probably the longest stretch I’ve gone since the beginning of the year without flying. Instead I’ve been here in Dallas each day, back in a regular routine of being in the office, going to sleep and waking up at regular times, cooking and eating healthy food, etc.

It’s been awesome. I remember now what it’s like to have a less stressful routine where you can sort of plan out your week and relax a bit at times other than the weekend. It’s a common pleasure for most people but something that has eluded me most of the past few years.

To this point in 2008, I have taken about 60 flights to and from various points in the world. That averages out to two flights a week or so, but even that number is deceptive on two counts. One, there have been times when that number has been as high as six flights in a week and two, it doesn’t give you a feel for how many nights I’ve been away from my Dallas home. I haven’t added that up but I’m guessing that it’s on the order of 150 nights or more. So figure that out of roughly 230 days in the year so far I’ve been gone well more than half of them.

That stinks.

I haven’t figured out what this means for me yet, but I’m beginning to feel like I just have to find a way to spend less time on the road as I look forward to future years. Greater than 50% travel is just not an acceptable lifestyle.

Domestic Disturbances

A consequence of living in an urban apartment building is that occasionally you hear what is going on with your neighbors.

Take, for example, the Guitar Heroes that are across the hall from me. They will fire up their (real) guitars two or three times per week and play and sing covers of various popular songs. I almost never hear them anywhere except in the hallway – only once can I recall the sounds of bass guitar within my apartment.

Then there is High Heels above me. Never having met her, I don’t know any details of her work or personal habits. I do know that on occasion they involve brisk snippy sounding walks on a hard surface immediately above my bedroom between the hours of 10 pm and 2 am. Fortunately this doesn’t happen much.

There are also the sounds of nice weather. Living here in Uptown I’ve noticed a very strong correlation between that and loud drunks late at night. Last fall, winter and spring whenever the evenings were pleasant you would have thought you were living in Times Square. Lots of late night loud carousing which reaches it’s peak of random disturbances at about 3 am.

Usually the sounds my neighbors make are something like these examples. Anonymous, mostly harmless, desultory. But not always.

Last night I got a pizza across the street – too tired to cook after the bike ride. As I was walking back through the building to my apartment I heard something that I wished I hadn’t. Inside one of the apartments I was passing I heard a woman shouting at the very top of a voice that was shaking with rage and sadness. Since I didn’t stop I heard only a few words:

“You don’t even want me! You don’t even care about me!”

It is hard to describe without actually hearing it, but setting the specific words aside the sounds that she was making were those of a broken spirit. The male response was just loud enough to know that he wasn’t on the other end of a phone line. He was in there somewhere receiving that gale of emotion, but not participating in it.

It is hard to imagine that whatever relationship existed on the other side of that door survived yesterday evening. If it did I would wonder if it should have.

It’s not the first time I’ve heard that kind of intensity walking down the hallways, but it is maybe only the second or third time. I wonder if hearing that sort of thing is partly a consequence of the fact that the average age in this building is so young – I would suspect it’s somewhere between 25 and 30. But on second thought it also makes me wonder how often that sort of emotional volcanism exists in the private lives of the average person everywhere. For me it has been incredibly rare. I think I heard shouting in the house I grew up in only one time. I used to joke with people that if you heard someone in my family raising their voice you could expect to see weapons drawn shortly thereafter. It just didn’t happen. Major conflicts were not contests of decibels, but rather struggles of stony silence.

People watching. If you do it right, do you learn more about others or yourself?

Confessions of a Fan Boy

On last Thursday afternoon I flew in from San Diego, landing at the DFW airport about 3:30 pm. I did not drive in to the office. I had already worked about 60 hours by that point last week and was badly in need of some personal time. So instead I drove to the Knox Street Apple store and checked to see if any phones were in stock. I had been checking iPhone availability morning and night for nearly two weeks and by Wednesday it had finally looked like the drought was over. This was my first chance to try getting one.

Of course they were out, having exhausted their stock earlier in the day. So I asked one of the store employees about what time of day they were running out. Lunchtime. When do the lines start to form up outside the store? About 7:30 am. Roger. See you in the morning. And home I went, sleeping like a stone for about 11 hours.

The next morning I woke up in time to get breakfast, get showered and get to the Apple store by 7:30 on the nose. At that point my bad Apple days finally started drawing to a close. Although the line was already halfway around the block by 7:30, I still managed to buy my phone and leave the store by 9:15. I headed into the office and managed to restrain myself from fiddling with it all day, and then even into the night. After work H came over to visit and finish watching Kingdom of Heaven on my Apple TV. That worked out much better than last time since it was fully downloaded. What’s more, I had also been able to download an episode of The Tudors – one of her favorite shows – but we have not gotten around to watching that just yet.

Saturday morning it became all about the iPhone. Before I even left the apartment to run my day’s errands I had downloaded about six new applications (most free, some not) and begun using them. My music, podcasts and a couple of photo albums were also synched up and ready to go. I couldn’t keep my hands off of it for the rest of the day. This thing is how every phone should be. It is a delight to use. For a moment set aside all of the browsing, email and fancy applications – just the core phone features are tremendous. The call quality, tight integration of contacts, dialing, SMS and voicemail are simply hard to beat. I’ve owned quite a few smart phones going all of the way back to the original PocketPC phone from T-Mobile and pretty much every Blackberry they’ve ever made. As a phone, this thing crushes all of them. And then there are the other applications.

The iPod features are fantastic, the email is great and the web browsing is by far the best I’ve ever seen on any mobile device. Some of the third party applications on the App Store are also genuinely useful in a way that software could not have been useful before the iPhone came along. I’m telling you folks, this thing is crack with a touch screen. In fact, maybe all Apple products are crack. By the time mid-afternoon had hit on Saturday, I was back in the Apple store. That’s right – I went back to buy another fix, I mean another piece of gear.

It was a Time Capsule. I’d been resisting the temptation for months out of buyer’s remorse because the darned thing launched shortly after I had bought my Airport Extreme for the apartment. But I really did need the functionality. I had zero backups of my MacBook here in Dallas, which has become my primary machine. You know the drill – every bit of music, pictures, financial records, email, personal documents – everything was on this machine with absolutely no backups. Crazy talk. Something had to be done, and although certainly there were much cheaper solutions than buying a Time Capsule, the spell cast over me by the iPhone eliminated all inhibitions. Setup back at the apartment took minutes, and since then I’ve lived in backup bliss knowing that my MacBook could die an untimely death at any second and I’d pretty much lose nothing.

But even then I wasn’t done. I loaded up on more Podcasts and bought two episodes of Penn & Teller’s Bulls***! show on my AppleTV. Pretty much every speck of entertainment for me this past weekend came in some way or other from the Mother Ship in Cupertino.

What has happened to me?

Despite my disappointment in how badly Apple’s product launches went a couple of weeks ago, and despite the fact that Mobile Me still doesn’t work, I once again find myself a delighted Apple user. In fact, I’m “all in” at this point. There’s no core product they make that I don’t own. I’ve got one of their desktops, one of their laptops, all three kinds of wireless access points, their phone and their TV set top box. And I want more. I lust after a MacBook Air, and I can barely restrain myself from splurging on one.

Despite their spectacular failure with Mobile Me last month and their ham handed response to their own problems, on balance this is a company that is still knocking it out of the park when it comes to developing amazing products. By comparison, their ability to deliver great Internet-based software services is positively Stone Age, but it sounds like they are at least going to try to make that better.

Maybe I’m so entralled with Apple products because this “digital lifestyle” thing is something that I’ve wanted for years. Having an integrated experience between my computer, my television and my phone was something that I tried doing with Microsoft products shortly after the launch of Windows XP. I had an XP machine at home, an X-Box and a Windows Mobile phone. I imagined that it would be straightforward – or at least possible – to unify that ecosystem of devices in such a way that my music would be playable everywhere at home and my personal email, contacts and calendar on my PC and phone would easily be synchronized with each other and the web based service that my PC connected to. Boy was I wrong.

There was no way to leverage my XBox to play my music library from my PC, look at my photos, etc. It was good for Halo and that was about it. My PocketPC phone could synchronize contacts and calendars with my PC well enough, but it was perfectly useless as an entertainment device. Showing pictures even was clunky, playing music was a joke. Oh – and it was a TERRIBLE phone. Dropped calls, lousy coverage, lots of lockups and reboots. Even a few “restore to factory state” episodes. An expensive waste. Meanwhile, my new Windows XP desktop slowed to a crawl when I tried to synchronize my contacts, email and calendar with my MSN account. The piece of software they provided for that purpose – the Outlook MSN Connector – was the all-time worst piece of junk I have ever installed on a computer. It crashed constantly, jacked up my contacts and calendar and basically rendered my machine unusable. I tried getting it to work off and on for about two years and finally gave up.

Six years later what I wanted is now (mostly) in place. Seamless integration of my music, pictures, and video across my TV, PC and phone is now a reality. Ironicially, the one place where Apple has badly stumbled is the same place where Microsoft utterly failed years ago – seamless synchronization of email, contacts and calendar info between my PC, phone and the web. That said, I fully expect that Apple will straighten this out and deliver on what they promised before too long. Indeed, the “leaked” email from Steve Jobs yesterday seems to assert that they will do just that by the end of this year.

I believe that Apple will keep delighting me and siphoning off my savings account. I have come to accept it. At least at some level, I’m… I’m a fan boy…. There. I said it.

Apparently Not

About three weeks ago I asked “Is it Hot Yet?” when I posted here on the crazy heat that was getting ramped up in the Texas summertime. That weekend was hot, but it was nothing compared to yesterday. The mercury climbed to 107° and it felt like Hell’s boiler room by late afternoon.

When I see people running for exercise in this heat (and I do, every day) I can’t help but think that they are insane. Or maybe Terminator robots looking for Sara Connor that don’t realize we can pick them out when they do that. We know any human would have heat stroke if we tried what they were doing. Stupid Terminators. They never quite get it right do they?

Anyway, apparently it was not hot a few weeks ago here in Dallas. I’m really hoping that it is now. Seriously.

Slowly Forward

One consequence of my summer travel tornado is that I’ve hardly spent any time at all in either Dallas or Atlanta. I fully expected my “around the house” work on things in Atlanta to slow or even stop at some point, but the freeze in Dallas was more of a surprise.

Last weekend I was in Dallas on a Saturday for the first time in two months. I finally took a big step toward making my apartment look like my home. I ordered about eight pieces of furniture to be delivered in a few weeks, hung some drapes, found a good photography shop to print and frame some of my very best pictures. When all of that stuff is in place my apartment will actually have some of “me” in it – long overdue.

Meanwhile, here in Atlanta this weekend I’ve got Home Depot coming over to measure for carpet in my daughter’s bedroom. The updates in there will soon be complete – new carpet, new paint, new window treatments and bedding. It will look a lot less “little girl” when we are done. She’s excited, I have mixed emotions. Ten years old is a mighty fine age for a dad and his daughter, but time marches.

The updates to her bedroom in Atlanta will be my last for a long while. The house will be about 50% remodeled at that point, leaving “only” my great room and kitchen as the public spaces which will need an overhaul. Since I don’t live here anymore there’s not much sense in rushing things. I’ll have to have the house ready to rent or sell at some point in the coming years though, and this work gets it done along and along.

My focus will shift to Dallas as I continue to settle in there, gradually gaining my sense of place between fits of travel for business and pleasure, moving toward making it home. Slowly forward.

Is it Hot Yet?!

OK, I think it is fair to say that we are now in the midst of high summer here in Dallas. Today the mercury was somewhere around 100 degrees, and for all of the world it felt a lot hotter to me. At first I thought maybe it was only because I was making short trips in the car to do errands, and each time I climbed in after a stop at a store it felt like I was going to cook.

It wasn’t just that, however. I walked around just a little in the Knox-Henderson area today where I was doing some furniture shopping and I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I felt such an oppression from heat. Worse than that, I think the hard truth is that this place may only now be starting to really heat up for the summer. The forecast last night was talking about 103°+ next Saturday.

All this past winter when I got to walk around Uptown in the often very pleasant weather I knew that the heat was going to catch up with me this summer. I don’t think I fully appreciated where it was headed until today though. My primary residence used to be in “Hotlanta”, which is frankly a joke of a nickname when you compare it’s weather to this place. I’m not saying that Atlanta is sweetness and light in August, but it’s got nothing on Dallas in the sweltering department.

Let’s hear it for Autumn!

A Bad Apple Week

On Monday night H and I were enjoying a “dinner and a movie” kind of evening. I cooked (which I really like to do) and made an OK meal. Main thing was I got to cook a meal in my apartment for the first time in I can’t recall when, and that was nice. Then we turned to My Apple TV to rent Kingdom of Heaven in HD. We dutifully waited for it to download enough to be “ready to watch” while we ate dinner and then started the show.

It was a very visually striking movie and the bill of actors was pretty impressive, nice development of story and then, well, then we had technical difficulties. About two hours into a 2-1/2 hour movie it just stopped cold. Apparently our watching had caught up with our downloading after all of that time. I strongly suspect that it had nothing to do with iTunes download glitches or anything – almost certainly what happened was that hundreds of other people in my apartment building decided to start doing bandwidth intensive stuff when they came home for the night and we got starved for enough bandwidth for the download to proceed as normal. That’s not uncommon with the fits-and-starts ISP that we are stuck with in my apartment building. Whatever – the end result was that we couldn’t finish watching the movie because it was “stuck” hard and downloading at a crawl. H’s first experience with the wonder of an Apple TV was… lacking. That wasn’t Apple’s fault – mine for not starting the download earlier I guess, but earlier in the week the goofs were all Apple’s.

The spectacular catastrophe that was the simultaneous launch of iPhone 3G, iPhone 2.0 software and MobileMe was hard to watch. For the life of me I can’t figure out why Apple could not have foreseen the giant logjam that doing all of those things concurrently might create and be either a) prepared for it or b) thoughtful enough to space out the introductions of each of these things. Was it really necessary to turn loose the iPhone 2.0 software upgrade one the same weekend as the 3G went on sale? Was it really necessary to both convert every .Mac user to MobileMe and allow lots and lots of new users on at the same time? Particularly when all of the same resources were used to activate new phones? Anyway, it may have been one of the worst customer experiences I’ve ever witnessed (from a distance) at a new product launch. Apple better be damned glad that they’ve got a huge amount of loyalty in their fan base or they would be facing grim days ahead right now. Do that once or twice more and they may still.

And then there’s the iPhone itself. Darnit, I want one, and they are sold out from here to Tokyo. I stay back for just one week in order to let the dust settle, and instead it is simply carried away in the hurricane of first-weekend sales. There’s not an iPhone to be had here in Texas ths morning, which I know from the iPhone availability widget that I’ve been checking about once per day since Monday. The well started to run dry on Wednesday, and it looks like it’s set to stay that way a while.

Next time you hear from Steve, I’d be surprised if you don’t hear “We’re sorry” somewhere in the early part of his remarks.

Eight Straight

This coming weekend will be the first time I’ve spent a weekend in Dallas since mid-May. That’s right – I’ve been out of town for the past eight weekends in a row. I’ve only been in Atlanta for two of those eight weekends. For a couple of months or so before that I scarcely saw Atlanta at all. When my daughter and I got together we were going on adventures elsewhere. It’s been “all good” as we like to say these days, my travels to other places and meeting new friends has been something I wouldn’t trade. But it has, at the present moment, consequences. I’ve spent hardly any time at all in either of my home towns since the early spring, and I honestly feel pretty detached from both right at the moment.

Trips to Atlanta feel like I’ve woken up Rip Van Winkle style. The place changes in leaps while I’m gone. Sections of roadway that I use to get between the house and my Atlanta office are resurfaced in the blink of an eye, without me having ever driven a single day on them while under construction. An apartment building is half built in an instant, a restaurant over here suddenly looks like it’s been boarded up for years, a piece of land over there is cleared off like it never had a tree. The checkout people at the grocery store are all different. The smiling guy at the dry cleaning counter who always had a lollipop for my daughter for five years straight is suddenly gone. Atlanta is leaving me behind. I see it only in snapshots scattered across the year.

By contrast, the apartment here in Dallas feels frozen in time. It’s crazy – I still need more furniture, I still need to put stuff on the walls, I still need to do a lot for the place to feel homey, for it to reflect something of me. The great sense of relief I had when I first settled in here back in December -  that closure of finally being done with the whole decision and process of relocation – has now been replaced with a sense of discomfort. At some level my place feels both sterile and stale all at once. Yuck.

Had I been here more regularly for the past few months much would have been taken care of by now. There would have been some progress to mark the time, some sense that things were moving forward, some sinking of the roots. But the stark sameness from then to now instead is the result of simply not having been here to do anything about it. Frankly it’s no longer acceptable.

This may sound surprising, but I’m glad that most of the summer is now behind me and that starting this weekend I can begin getting things here in better shape.

3,000 Hits?

I started blogging here at Two Home Towns almost exactly six months ago, making my first post just before the New Year and building from there. I frankly went into this with just about nothing in the way of expectations. If I made new friends here in Dallas great, if I only kept old friends in Atlanta and elsewhere up-to-date fine, if it became solely an outlet for my urge to write, well that was OK too. As it turns out, it’s been a bit of all three.

Since I had not the first idea where this would go or if anyone would ever read any of it I was surprised to see my traffic building steadily over the past three months. In the month of June it has zoomed upward with a whole lot of interest in No Country for Young Women Either, An Amsterdam Afternoon and – my longest post ever – The Sky is Falling – in America Anyway. Since I would have been unsurprised to ever see much of any traffic at all, to reach 3,000 hits today is, well, surprising.

Almost all of my traffic used to come from friends new and old with family joining in more recently. Now quite a bit seems to be coming in from search engines and WordPress referrals. Not sure why that is, but I’ll take it. My first sustained hobby in many years has been a lot of fun for me.

What next? As one of my customers used to say whenever presented with virtually any information on any topic, “We’ll see what happens.”

Ho Lee Cow

My path to San Francisco this morning was cleared by cashing in a small fraction of the Delta frequent flier miles I racked up when I lived in Atlanta. My options for doing so from Dallas were limited of course. Delta operates so flew flights out of DFW these days. The only one that made sense was to connect in Salt Lake City, and availability for the first leg of the trip was limited to the 7:10 am flight out this morning.

So I loaded up the TL at 5:45 this morning and zipped all of the way from Uptown to the Terminal E parking deck in just under 20 minutes. That’s awful early for a Saturday morning, but the ticket is “free” and at least I would have the run of the airport, right?

Wrong.

I’ve flown regularly through DFW for a number of years and I’ve never seen it like it was just after 6:00 am. Terminal E was literally wall-to-wall crowded, making it difficult to move around well enough just to get in the line for security. The line itself snaked about all over the place, wrapping itself around one of the baggage carousels. For a minute or two I thought I might miss my flight.

The passengers storming the airport this morning were mostly members of various church groups. Lots of teenagers and loads of first time fliers. Just the sort of crowd to very thoroughly gum up one of the world’s major airports now that we have the oh so lovely TSA security procedures in place.

No Sally, your iPod will not go through the metal detector. Yes, Trip, you must take off your shoes and put them on the belt. Vera, you counted the kids and double-checked that they have their boarding passes twice already. The kids are all right. Seriously.

There was one other seasoned traveler in the terminal this morning. We spotted each other immediately and traded that knowing hung-head look of “What can you do?” while we shuffled forward to wait our turn submitting to the indignity that is TSA standard procedure.

I asked one of the TSA ladies what was up – had their been some big backup earlier. No, she says, it’s always like this. The church groups and missionaries leave out first thing on Saturday mornings.

So. Consider yourself warned. Saturday morning Dawn Patrol at DFW is pandemonium.