First off , I hope all my family and friends are having a very merry Christmas. Make is safe, merry, and bright. errr..... something like that.
I recently changed to a lighter layout. Also, a facebook badge was added to find me straight from here.
I am also adding a new "label" as they are called in Blogger, (they are really a topic catagory, which you can find listed lower right column) I am going to show all my mini projects I am constantly doing. Things I make, fix, tinker, paint, restore, or otherwise find relevant. Hope you enjoy.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Made In China
On a trip to the mall today while doing a little christmas shopping I stopped into some old stomping grounds. I used to manage a shoe store years ago and I heard an old co manager was back with the company. I went in and chatted with her for a few minutes. Good to see her again. I got to looking around and noticed that they had a nice pair of Dr. Martens boots on sale. I needed a pair of boots. After a few minutes schmoozing I got an employee discount on top of the sale price.
Dr. Martens are known for their quality made shoes and boots made in England since Dr. Klaus Martens started tinkering with making his own boots in 1947. I was glad I had I had another trusty pair of "docs" UNTIL I GOT HOME.
I removed the laces and was lacing them up the way I prefer, and was dismayed to see the label under the tounge read "Made in China"
Upon research here I confirmed it.
"On 1 April 2003, under pressure from declining sales, the Dr. Martens company ceased all production in the United Kingdom,[1] with production moved to China and Thailand. "
I inspected the boots a little closer, and the quality still seems to be the same. The materials, stitching, and rivets look the same.
But for some reason, I just don't think they will ever feel as good under my feet as they used to knowing they came from China and not Northamptonshire, Leicestershire and Somerset. Pity.
Dr. Martens are known for their quality made shoes and boots made in England since Dr. Klaus Martens started tinkering with making his own boots in 1947. I was glad I had I had another trusty pair of "docs" UNTIL I GOT HOME.
I removed the laces and was lacing them up the way I prefer, and was dismayed to see the label under the tounge read "Made in China"
Upon research here I confirmed it.
"On 1 April 2003, under pressure from declining sales, the Dr. Martens company ceased all production in the United Kingdom,[1] with production moved to China and Thailand. "
I inspected the boots a little closer, and the quality still seems to be the same. The materials, stitching, and rivets look the same.
But for some reason, I just don't think they will ever feel as good under my feet as they used to knowing they came from China and not Northamptonshire, Leicestershire and Somerset. Pity.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Perfection
I was chatting with a co-worker today and she told me I was too big of a perfectionist. I took rather offense to that, as if it was a bad thing. But the comment did get me thinking.
I mean, I'm not naturally an organized or ocd individual. I have to try to be. I guess when I work, I would rather take the time and care to do the best job possible. Any less and it really isn't worth doing. Its a slippery slope from there to doing shoddy crap work. I am pretty much all or nothing with a lot of things. Not to mention I HATE doing things twice. In fact, if I even stop on a project, it is very hard pushin to get it rollin again.
I am in the process of really trying to get my life organized , and after it is organized, trim off all the fat. I am going to slim down on all my "stuff" and focus on what I decide should get done. I have made some pretty good strides lately with this, and I attribute this mostly due to a new job that has much less stress and anxiety. I am more motivated in the spare time I have to get 'er done. I am hopefully going to have a plan in place by march to what I would like to accoplish, when I am going to sign a 2 year extension to my current rental agreement. I am hoping it will be the last time I sign.
Time will tell. Look back on this post march 2012.
I mean, I'm not naturally an organized or ocd individual. I have to try to be. I guess when I work, I would rather take the time and care to do the best job possible. Any less and it really isn't worth doing. Its a slippery slope from there to doing shoddy crap work. I am pretty much all or nothing with a lot of things. Not to mention I HATE doing things twice. In fact, if I even stop on a project, it is very hard pushin to get it rollin again.
I am in the process of really trying to get my life organized , and after it is organized, trim off all the fat. I am going to slim down on all my "stuff" and focus on what I decide should get done. I have made some pretty good strides lately with this, and I attribute this mostly due to a new job that has much less stress and anxiety. I am more motivated in the spare time I have to get 'er done. I am hopefully going to have a plan in place by march to what I would like to accoplish, when I am going to sign a 2 year extension to my current rental agreement. I am hoping it will be the last time I sign.
Time will tell. Look back on this post march 2012.
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
THE SNUB.
THE SNUB.
Made famous in this clip.
So I was walking into the local Wal-Mart and on my way in I spotted a young woman walking near the building on her way in too. You know that thing where you can recognize someone from behind just by their walk, stature, clothes. It was that kind of thing that made me double take her. She seemed strangely familiar. I kept on my path glancing over until at about 30 feet I knew it was her. It was decision time.
It was seven years ago now when I met her in school. I always had a liking for this little doll, she knew it, I knew it, it was no secret. I did my best. But to no avail, alas she was too into the bad boys, the hipster trendy rock guys with loads of flair and storied upbringings. I think I was too bland, too predictable, too honest and transparent for her. We had been in contact on and off over the past seven years, and in some moments, I thought she might give me a chance. I met her family, she met mine. But , wrong again, no dice. sorry kid.......come back another day.
So my mind started racing on what to do. I slowed my walk and even for a second considered turning around until I was clear of her, but I kept on. I sped up my pace with continued glances at her. I was trying to convince myself it wasn't her, as its been probably 2 years since I've seen her last. At about 20 feet from her, she glanced up, and I met her eyes for about 1 second, I could see her searching her mind trying to convince herself it wasnt me. It was a long second, but I looked away pretending to be looking through her and not AT her, and I sharply turned in the door when she was within 15 feet. I heard a faint "bonacci!" I kept on, never looked back. I didnt seem to conciously make the decision, I just followed where my legs seemed to be taking me. I WANTED to stop and chat with her, see how she was doing, but I didn't feel she deserved the satisfaction of knowing I was happy to see her. She cut me out of her life, it wasn't my decision. The funny thing is that if she called me today and wanted to get together , I would in a minute, we just got on that well together. I think I was almost embarrased to see her, as I wouldnt be able to keep the straight face she deserves, I would fold my hand down on the table and smile. So I did the only thing I could, pretend not to see her. That's what she wanted from me anyway, isn't it?
It's a shame really, things could have been so much different. Maybe its not the last chapter in the book, I don't know. But I do know that in the past 7 years she never gave me a chance, so on this day, I didn't give her one.
Made famous in this clip.
So I was walking into the local Wal-Mart and on my way in I spotted a young woman walking near the building on her way in too. You know that thing where you can recognize someone from behind just by their walk, stature, clothes. It was that kind of thing that made me double take her. She seemed strangely familiar. I kept on my path glancing over until at about 30 feet I knew it was her. It was decision time.
It was seven years ago now when I met her in school. I always had a liking for this little doll, she knew it, I knew it, it was no secret. I did my best. But to no avail, alas she was too into the bad boys, the hipster trendy rock guys with loads of flair and storied upbringings. I think I was too bland, too predictable, too honest and transparent for her. We had been in contact on and off over the past seven years, and in some moments, I thought she might give me a chance. I met her family, she met mine. But , wrong again, no dice. sorry kid.......come back another day.
So my mind started racing on what to do. I slowed my walk and even for a second considered turning around until I was clear of her, but I kept on. I sped up my pace with continued glances at her. I was trying to convince myself it wasn't her, as its been probably 2 years since I've seen her last. At about 20 feet from her, she glanced up, and I met her eyes for about 1 second, I could see her searching her mind trying to convince herself it wasnt me. It was a long second, but I looked away pretending to be looking through her and not AT her, and I sharply turned in the door when she was within 15 feet. I heard a faint "bonacci!" I kept on, never looked back. I didnt seem to conciously make the decision, I just followed where my legs seemed to be taking me. I WANTED to stop and chat with her, see how she was doing, but I didn't feel she deserved the satisfaction of knowing I was happy to see her. She cut me out of her life, it wasn't my decision. The funny thing is that if she called me today and wanted to get together , I would in a minute, we just got on that well together. I think I was almost embarrased to see her, as I wouldnt be able to keep the straight face she deserves, I would fold my hand down on the table and smile. So I did the only thing I could, pretend not to see her. That's what she wanted from me anyway, isn't it?
It's a shame really, things could have been so much different. Maybe its not the last chapter in the book, I don't know. But I do know that in the past 7 years she never gave me a chance, so on this day, I didn't give her one.
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