Sunday, August 12, 2007

Eeeew!

In a previous post, I talked about my dog and my girlfriend's cat. Well, there's more news for the both of them: fleas. The dog has never had fleas and the cat has never been outside to contract them. The problem is, combining the two animals made for a perfect petrie dish for the disgusting insects. We think the dog brought in one or two and they used the cat to increase their numbers.

The puppy has really thin fur and goes swimming often, making her useless for an incubator. The cat, on the other hand, has thick, dark fur that makes her an ideal nesting ground. We've sprayed, powdered, bathed, and otherwise tried to rid ourselves of the nuisances so far, but with little success. Up til now, though, we thought the cat was relatively flea-free.

We bought a flea comb, and I'd brush both animals' coats to check for bugs. The dog would always yield a handful with the cat following with maybe one or two. Today, though, I combed her stomach, too. There, I hit the mother load. I took at least 20 off her in the first sitting. Then I came back and did it again. Here's a photo of the insects drowning in the bottom of a cup.

Both pets are pretty bug-free at the moment, but I'm going to give the kitty a flea-bath in the morning and take the puppy in for a flea-dip at the vet. I also sprayed both the rooms where they sleep and washed all their bedding, twice, in scalding water, with lots of soap.

Pray the bed bugs stop biting!

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Friday, August 10, 2007

Graduation

Well, I'm all done and graduated. Here are some photos from the ceremony:

First comes the Pittock Mansion. This was the beautiful building that was the backdrop for the whole ceremony. Allegedly, there was a lot of food inside. There were too many people milling about for me to actually find it, though.

This is us, hanging out and waiting to be told what to do. No one told us how to put our hoods on or even where to go until the ceremony started.

But one perspective on our class photo.

We walked around a bit more, and then somehow I got put in the front of the line. The only problem with leading the whole group is that no one told me when to go ... so I just started walking.

Our accomplished speaker talked a lot about international journalism and issues regarding the East Asian Financial Crisis. He works for the Oregonian and had some interesting insights on international affairs.

I might not be able to claim 'commencement speaker' on my resume, but I can forever boast that I was the first of the 2007 MIM class to get my hood.

Everyone who came to show their support. Thanks again for coming!

As I said in my last post, now it's time to hit the real world and find a job. Wish me luck, and keep in touch!

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Graduation Day

Today is graduation. I'm excited, and still a bit scared. I have yet to find a job with my new degree and credentials, and the prospect of having to take something less that what I can do frightens me. Today should be fun, though. If any of you want to come, graduation starts at 6pm at the Pittock Mansion. It should take about an hour and a half, and then we have a small catered thing in the building afterwards.

My family and a few of my friends will be there, although I know there are people I forgot to invite. You know who you are, and I'm sorry. I will make it up to you somehow.

After this, it's back to the job hunt. If anyone knows anyone looking for someone in marketing, please pass their email my way. I'd be very grateful.

I have new business cards to help facilitate my search. I figured "MIM Degree Candidate" wouldn't apply to me much longer (not after tonight, anyway), so I made new ones. Here's what they look like:

I'll be redesigning my website to match this theme in the next few days as well. Hopefully, the consistence will help land me a job.

Wish me luck tonight and over the next few days!

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Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Up, up, and away!

My mom bought me a gift certificate for an Airplane Demo Flight at Hillsboro Aviation. I used it today, and it was INCREDIBLE!!! Here are some photos from the trip:

This is my pilot explaining everything about the aircraft to me.

It took me a little while to find the seat belt and get my seat adjusted. The cockpit is ridiculously small, by the way.

Imagine my shock when he handed me the keys and told me to start the engine. Up to this point, I thought I was just going for a ride, not a lesson!

He gave me some quick instructions on how to use the rudder pedals and the brakes, then had me taxi up to the runway

All of a sudden, he started giving me more directions. I followed them and actually took off ... by myself ... in a real airplane!

This is us taxiing on the runway after landing. I was in control of the aircraft until we parked. I don't have any in-air pictures because I was flying the whole time. He gave me the controls to answer his cell phone and let me keep going because I was doing well. The one part I didn't do, though, was the landing. He took over so we'd stay safe because I have no idea how to land a plane.

Safely back on the ground, I talked the pilot into a photo before I left. It was an incredible flight that I'd love to do again, and again, and again. We were only in the air for 30 minutes, but this is something I've wanted to do my whole life!

Now it's only a matter of finding a job so I can afford pilot lessons.

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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Thanks Jimmy

I was waiting for the MAX today and a guy came up and asked me for change. This is typical of Portland, but Jimmy was different. He already had a few dollars in his hand and asked for exactly what he needed - $9.82. Jimmy told me he was from Eugene and had come up to Portland to do some artwork; mostly window paintings. He was trying to buy a Greyhound ticket home but was coming up short. Considering that we were only three blocks from the station, I believed him. That, and he didn't have the bags (or smell) typical of Portland pan-handlers. I was generous and gave him all the change in my pocket (58 cents) and a $5 that just happened to be floating around with my keys. It wasn't the full $9.82, but it was enough of a start that he got excited and we talked for a bit.

Jimmy is 44 and grew up outside of Albany, near Scio off I-5. He never went to college and is self-educated as a painter. He travels up and down the I-5 corridor trying to find work, but has little luck as an artist. During Halloween and Christmas he finds plenty of odd jobs doing artwork in restaurants, but the rest of the year is filled with under-the-table help here and there.

Jimmy commented on how proud he was of Portland to create someone like me - allegedly the only 23 year old college graduate he's seen that doesn't smoke, drink, or do drugs. I'd like to think there are more "me's" out there, but Jimmy assured me that I'm a rarity and expressed how honored he was to shake my hand. He then passed on to me his philosophy on life. I'm amazed at how profound his concept of integrity was, so I feel obligated to pass it on to you.

If you're real with yourself, you'll be real with everyone else. You can't be real with anyone unless you're real with yourself first.

It may seem simple, but we had a 30-minute debate about what exactly it means and how to live your life by the simple rules it implies. Integrity is a habit. The example Jimmy used with me was promises and exercise. If you promise yourself you'll get up every morning at 5:45 and do 10 push-ups and follow through every morning, then you'll be in the habit of waking up early and do it without thinking. A friend trying to join you will find it awkward, but you'll already be up and pushing for them to keep pace with you. This extends to the promise-making aspect. If you keep promises to yourself, you're more ready to keep promises made to others. It will become a habit and you'll show up at 9am for a meeting as promised without having to think about it.

Likewise, if you can't wake up at 5:45 and do those push-ups, what makes you think you can show up at 9am for a meeting? If you can blow off number one, no one else will deserve better treatment. Even if you do wake up and do your push-ups, not doing so consistently makes each and every day a chore. Integrity is about second nature - an acquired behavior of honesty - not about wrapping a string around your finger to remind yourself that you're keeping a promise today versus yesterday or next week when you'll ignore it.

I was actually kind of disappointed when my train finally came. I could have stayed longer, but I needed to get home to finish a paper I promised myself I'd do. Jimmy told me that I was a great person and wanted me to promise not to change. "I'll try," I answered back as I climbed on the train.

"Don't try anything! Just do it and stay real with yourself. You were real with me, stay real with you."

I hope I can.

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