Thursday, October 30, 2008

If I may be allowed a mental moment. Err sentimental, I meant sentimental.

I was walking to work the other day and passed this sign in someone's front yard.

Sweet Banner

It actually made me stop and take a picture.  I thought it was one of the nicest, sweetest things I'd seen in my life.  I still smile when I think about it.  Call me a sentimental fool if you will.

I then started to think about the luck I've had in finding my perfect other half.  I hurt when I'm not with her.  Her touch is the reason I continue.  I am useless without her.  She is my best friend, the keeper of my heart, the tabbard of my soul.  She is with me in some form wherever I may go.  I am hers.  And I always will be.  I love you, my wife.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Gas prices are down, ridership is up, but we still want more money!!!

I have a love hate relationship with UTA.  I love not having to drive to work.  I love the high seat backs and partially reclining chairs on the express bus.  And I love being able to do anything I want during my commute time rather than just sitting there if I were driving.  But, the way they treat their patrons is deplorable, the way they've organized their stops for the Express Buses and trains is ridiculous, and their Park and Rides don't have anywhere near the necessary amount of parking space.

Here's the latest in their Park and Ride blunders.  I got to my stop, and got off the bus the other day only to see two Transit Police Officers arguing with angry people.  The reason:  


That's right, they'd ticketed every single person in the lot who was not parked in a stall.

Now at first glance this may seem like a "well they shouldn't have parked there" situation, but, where else are they supposed to park?  The lot is extremely small, especially when you compare it to the temporary lot that they were using before that many had become accustomed to. Plus, take a look at this photo:

There are no painted curbs, no signs, nothing to tell these people that they shouldn't be parking there.  The really really sad thing is that there is really no other way to get to this Park and Ride lot than drive.  It's next to the freeway between an overpass and a mill.  No one lives within a quarter mile of this thing.  There are no busses other than the express busses that stop here, so busing to the stop is completely out of the question (hence my calling the stops ridiculous).  I just don't understand what they expect people to do instead.  But I'll tell you one thing, I've never been happier that I walk to the bus stop, even if it is pretty far away (about 1.5m).

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

You tried your best, and you failed miserably. So the lesson is...never try.

I've been taking piano lessons for about 9 months now, and I tell you what...the level that I want to play at might be a little bit loftier than I once imagined. To give you an example, the video below is of one of my very favorite classical piano pieces, and I want to be able to play it as well as this guy plays it.

I want to be able to play this song so extremely and horribly badly that it hurts me to think that it's going to take me 5-10 years before I'm able to get anywhere near to that level. So, inspite of myself, sometimes I wonder, as I'm struggling through songs that kids half my age are playing with ease, if it's all worth it. Then I just listen to Rachmaninov whisper into my ear through the power of that song once again, and it gives me new found inspiration and gusto.

One complaint I do have though, why is it that most classical pieces aren't given real names? It seems like in order to identify a classical piece, you have to know the dewey decimal system or something. For example, the song above is called Prelude Op.23 No.5 in G Minor. What the heck does that mean? I'm sure there's a very good reason why they're named like they are, but I think Beethoven got it right. Moonlight Sonata...Fur Elise, everyone knows these names. You tell people "I want to play Rachmaninov's Prelude Op. 23 No. 5 in G Minor" and unless they are real classical music buffs, they'd probably just stare at you. But hopefully someday I'll be saying "I'm now going to play Rachmaninov's Prelude Op. 23 No. 5 in G Minor." On that day, I hope to be able to make this song as unforgettable for someone else as it is for me.