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The Last Driveway Anecdote

It’s like I have seaweed for brains. I can’t get over this topic. But here’s one more driveway turnaround anecdote and then I’ll let it go. For a while. Maybe.

One time I was coming home with the family from a dinner out or something. We made the right turn into our driveway as a car came flying form the other direction. Now let me take a moment to point out that we have a reasonably long driveway that makes a sort of S turn with a bit of an incline. Not a steep hill and maybe a reversed S, depending on yor angle. But the point is that you turn into my driveway and then have to make a pretty quick, pretty sharp turn in the other direction. So, right turn in and then a fast turn left up the S curve.

Oh yeah, there was a car behind us. Not tailgating or anything, but following us at a respectful distance and reasonable speed.

So we turn into the driveway and the guy speeding from the other direction suddenly cuts into our driveway, cutting off the driver behind us and nearly rear ending my car which was just completing that left turn up the S.

Of course, I had no reason to expect some random dude would turn into our driveway, certainly not right behind us as we pulled in. Especially considering that driver’s high rate of speed, and the fact that there is a driveway across the street that, albeit made of gravel, would not require cutting off opposing traffic or narrowly avoiding a collision. But what do I know?

And here’s the capper, because even though this seems ridiculous to me, I have told this story to several people I consider poor drivers, and at this point they still don’t understand my complaint. Even with the capper, of course, I know plenty of drivers who would support the other driver’s right to do whatever he wants, no matter how dangerous because “nobody got hurt, right?”

Anyway, as promised – the capper. The guy who nearly caused two accidents making an illegal and obnoxious (not to mention dangerous) turn into my driveway? He honked at me.

Yup, he laid on the horn, apparently because I didn’t take my S driveway at 60 miles per hour and caused him to slam on his brakes.

Go bless America…

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Another thing…

Yeah, beating the dead horse, I get it. But here’s the other thing.. you know, talking about driveway turnaround politics. When I realize I am heading the wrong way or something and have to use a stranger’s driveway for a turnaround I always scout for a quiet, empty driveway. If there’s some dude watering his lawn or something, I keep looking.

That said, I have had people pull into my driveway when I’m standing right there. Often they’re driving recklessly. I had a woman pull into my driveway one day when I was just grabbing the garbage pail from the end of the drive. She squealed in, almost hit me, and gave me an annoyed look because she had to turn hard to avoid running me over.

It took me a moment to regain my composure after leaping out of the way. I raised my arms arms in a what the hell gesture, trying to find words to express my…discomfiture. Of cours,e these would have been of the four letter variety, but I didn’t have a chance. She was already pulling away, shaking her head like I had just done something obnoxious. Like, I don’t know, nearly running someone over in their own driveway while making an illegal high speed 3 point turn. Maybe something like that.

I look forward to the day when we have video conferencing services in every car with license plates that double as phone numbers of a sort – so we can cal

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Not My Asphalt

So in complaining about slacker parents, I once again forgot what got me on the topic. This morning, a few minutes ago, actually, I was waiting for the bus with my boys. It was raining a little, so we got in the car and were listening to old school indie rock when the bus came. The boys jumped out and waited for the bus driver’s indication that it was safe to cross the street. While watching, I noticed a late parent careering up behind the bus with the blinking lights and manic waving.

The kid got out and made it aboard and the bus pulled away. Then something halfway between amusing and obnoxious happened. The late parent now wanted to turn around and head back from whence they came. We are near the end of a long road, and the remaining two driveways before getting on a 55mph main road are not convenient for turning around in. One is a steep muddy hill, one is very narrow, in a precarious position near the end of the road where drivers frequently cut the corner. It’s not a good place for a Mom in her robe and bedhead to attempt a quick u-turn.

So they always want to use our driveway to turn around in. Sure, they could turn around in the driveway directly across the road from ours, but that one is crunchy gravel and you can’t execute a fast, squeaky, Starsky and Hutch 3 pointer. Our nicely paved drive is so much more convenient.

So the problem this morning was that I was sitting in the car at the bottom of the driveway. Usually I start the engine and back up after my quick wave to the departing driver, but this morning I took my time. I was rocking out to the song on the CD player and in no rush.

The late parent was clearly irritated that I didn’t back up right away, frocing her to use the driveway across the street. She actually shot me a dirty look. Does she not realize how expensive it was to pave my driveway? Does she not respect the fact that turning around is technically a violation of my private property? I mean, I know its a fact of life that people will turn around in my driveway. I’ve done it plenty of times in other people’s driveays, but it is still my driveway. It is not a public throughfare. She is not entitled to use my driveway simply because she’s a slacker Mom who couldn’t drag her ass out of bed this morning.

Geez, throw me a smile or a thank you wave. Give me some Macmall coupons. Let your robe fall open “accidentally.” I don’t know, but keep the freakin; attitude to yourself, lady.

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Morning Woes

Every morning I wait for the bus with my boys. We’re usually more than a few minutes early, but we fill the time with Monkey in the Middle or tossing a frisbee or… something. A couple of times a month, there is a parent from earlier in the route scrambling to get their kids on the bus. It used to be at least once a week, but that one kid is on a different bus now.

The thing is, I know stuff happens, but is it really that hard to get your kids outside in time. I mean, we’re supposed to be teaching them responsibility and leading by example, right? And I’m not trying to be a hard ass. Once or twice a year is certainly acceptable, but it’s the people who blow it a couple times a month that get me.

And understand, we’re the last in a series of three stops in a 100 yard stretch of road, so the “laties” usually get their kid on the bus at once of the prior two stops. We’re really the last hope because there is only one more stop between our house and the school, far enough away that the parent might as well take the kid all the way there. It’s either that or attempt the manic pull up close to the back of the bus flashing bright lights and waving arms to get the bus driver’s attention move on a 55 mph major road.

They often look more like prospective patients in search of alcoholism treatment centers than parents trying to get their kids to school on time.

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Mini Mega Media Mess

I’ve got my hand in one or two more pies these days and I think it’s time to officially ressurect the Pope Street Mini Media Empire. We do it all – comics, music, games, books, buttons and handcrafts…everything. EVERYTHING. You name it, we do it.

Okay, maybe not car title loans Texas or candle wax on the nip… Well, you get the idea. Almost everything.

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My Workin’ Life

When I was first out of college I was supposed to find a job and impress everyone with my success. All I wanted to do was play indie rock in clubs. I could have lived in a closet with a pickle jar for a bathroom, but everyone told me to go out and be impressive with my degree. Old Navy jobs? Hell no. I was supposed to be IMPRESSIVE. Damn. I shoulda been a rock star,

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Old School Furnishings

When I was a kid I thought I’d grow up to have a big old house with big old extra rooms. Maybe it’s all the old black and white movies I watched. But the houses I saw in the back of my head were like World War 2 era brownstones with mahogany libraries and such. In the modern day of computers and all-in-one office machines and wireless routers and Netflix-ready Blu-ray players, I have a question that feels… inevitable.

What the hell would I do with a roll top desk?

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Gear Geeking

So you want to know what else I have in the old home studio since I mentioned my Korg 32 track and KRK Rokits? Yeah, everyone figured out it was the Korg D-3200 pretty easily. It is, after all, the only hard disk 32 track I’m aware of, and it has been around for a number of years. So stop patting yourself on the back.

What else? I’ve looked at and sampled a number of mics over the years. Electro-voice, CAD, Audio Technica and Olympus microphones. I’ve had good results with all, but the mics I use most are a number of road worn Shures (57s and 58s), some hard working and inexpensive AKGs that have a bit of a hotter signal than the Shures (and an on/off switch) and some budget condensors from MXL. Thankfully the Korg provides phantom power for the MXLs so I can get some old school warmth once in a while.

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Happy Noises

Up until a couple weeks ago I was spending a lot of time in the ol’ home studio again. I got wrapped up in a whole other, non-musical project, but I’m slowly circling back in to the rock and roll. I am so loving my home studio. I shopped around a lot in the past couple years to upgrade a variety of my studio components. My core, a digital hard disk recorder with 32 tracks was the biggest decision. I considered a number of machines with different features and such, but it was the choice, hands down, for what I needed to do.

The other components that I really wrestled with were monitors. I had a little amp and studio monitor set from Samson that was OK, but I wanted something really clean and honest. I looked at JBL, Alesis and Gemini Speakers, but eventually settled on these KRK Rokits. Man I love my little yellow-coned devils. They are as clean and true as anything I could have hoped for.

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Up In Smoke

In my recent pseudo-romantic ramblings about pre-bought lingerie and preferred anniversary gifts, I may have missed something. It seems that after the age of 40 some men (and let me emphasize this with repetition and all caps) SOME MEN look for something other than spousal intimate apparel. An expensive watch even. One friend simply stated la flor dominicana. So, apparently a good cigar trumps good lovin’?

Again, let me emphasize the SOME MEN aspect. I mean, I’m sure a good cigar is lovely and all, but… well, I don’t watch a lot of sports either. Could there be a connection?