dailyprompt-2121 – Stories That Are All True

Daily writing prompt

What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)?

I’m not sure that I’ve kept anything I’ve found long term. I move too often and don’t have a general sense of my own inventory. Things drop through the cracks. I still cannot find several important things to me after the move from Houston, but I’ve just moved on.

I can think of a few cool things I’ve found that I no longer have, though. I really miss all the rocks I collected from the Columbia River Gorge, and the next time I go to visit Bryn I’ll have to get a new one. I just like worry stones, the size you put in your pocket, so I’m not worried about getting it home.

I once found a gas station attendant shirt that said “Butch” at a Goodwill and I wore that bitch for three years straight. I got sued for false advertising, but that’s neither here nor there. I was at a club about two years after I got it and this gay man said he’d trade me his shirt for it. I was having a good time, so why not? I regretted it in the morning.

In Baltimore, I mostly find old coins, sometimes a few keys. And of course, by “old coins,” I mean they were around when I was a kid. Not exactly antique, just old. Baltimore doesn’t have a lot of treasure laying around, but it is beautiful in its own way. I’m not a fan of the brutalist architecture downtown, but I do like the fall colors and how the brown of the buildings blends into the trees.

Driving down to Virginia just blends all the fall colors together around stunning bodies of water. In order to get to Tiina’s, I passed the Inner Harbor, the Potomac, and the Rappahannock. All of them were stunning this time of year, bright red leaves dancing across the sky. I found peace and stillness to take with me to Tiina’s because even being caught in traffic was being caught in all that beauty and getting to look at it longer.

I’m still trying to think of something cool that I’ve found along my travels and kept, but the things I’ve kept I’ve usually bought. For instance, I needed sunglasses and I found the perfect no-name brand at a gas station that will be impossible to find again, so be careful and don’t lose them.

So far, I have managed to keep them in the car without taking them inside, and I consider that a victory. I also moved my spare pare of glasses into my center console, because I sometimes do forget my glasses when I’m leaving the house. I don’t think there’s a marker on my license that says I need my glasses to drive, but anything helps.

I just don’t want to be without my glasses and keeping a pair in the car is an easy way to keep me on the straight and narrow.

I found my car along the road. Aaron was driving me around in his car and we passed a dealership. I saw several cars I liked and I asked the dealer which one was the cheapest. Then, I made Aaron crawl all around it, I test drove it, and then I wrote them a check.

They had been burned before, so I had to wait at Aaron’s until my check cleared to drive home.

I would not have bought the cheapest car on the lot if it hadn’t been good looking and Aaron hadn’t approved the purchase. I’ve put some money into it since then, and I’m still happier than I’ve ever been with a car, because my Jeep didn’t have seat warmers or a backup camera.

I like my car so much I’ve already decided I’d like to keep finding them. My next purchase might be another Fusion that’s a hybrid or an all wheel drive instead. I’m not unhappy with my car, I’d just purchase a different version to add features. I think it would be cheaper than trying to swap out the engine.

I’d like to get a few more years of driving experience on my Progressive app before I commit to buying a different car, unless it’s a lateral move in which I only need a little cash. I do not want a car payment because my insurance is very high. I haven’t driven in 10 years, but I’m on track for savings by being a good driver.

I still don’t get why hard brakes are bad because sometimes things happen fast on the road. I leave plenty of space in front of me and people take advantage of that, thus hard braking to avoid a collision. Lack of planning on their part causes an emergency on mine.

I’m just going off on a tangent because I do not like how Progressive calculates my risk as a driver. I looked in the app and I had seven events of hard braking on a road trip. Six of them were my adaptive cruise control hard braking because the flow of traffic changed so suddenly, but the cruise control leaves three car spaces in front of it so that if it has to hard brake, there’s very little risk of rear-ending someone. I leave the cruise control on even in heavy traffic because it manages distances better than I can. I have no 3D vision, and I would probably be following the driver in front of me too closely.

My adaptive cruise control has taken a star from me in the Progressive app, and I am forced not to care because I wasn’t the one driving. My car was.

I am defensive about someone picking on my baby. 😉

I lean on my car so much because of those adaptive driving controls. I need the technology because again, no 3D vision. I make it where the car is doing as much of the work for me as possible. Things like blind spot assist are wonderful, and I wish I had some sort of heads up display that did the same thing. I could use a dot to alert me of obstacles upon movement.

But that is a whole other entry.

What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)?

For Heather

Web design and development are the coolest things I’ve ever found (and kept) as special interests job-wise. That’s because of anything I’ve ever found, it has led to this moment. Lucrative in the beginning by being IT, possibly lucrative later on as well because I know how to express myself using those tools. I don’t think I have the capability to be a developer anymore, because there’s too much Python, MySQL, and JavaScript for me to keep up. When I started, it was only HTML and CSS. Toward the end, I learned how to read XML, but not write it. Therefore, I can still design, I’d just have to hire out the backend (things like making database connections if I had a content management system, pulling in APIs from other apps, etc.). I know how to edit a script to connect to a database with my username and password securely, but not all the ins and outs of getting the results from the database to appear in a web page. Although in terms of development, search engine optimization is very important, and I do know how to do that. And in fact, search engine optimization is why I’m still here and not using something like Dreamhost.

I have access to a community here that likes to read……. which, if you write 1500 to 3,000 words a day is pretty damn important.

Without getting interested in computers, I wouldn’t have been interested when my friends Joe and Luke said they were starting a linux server and did I want an account on it? I started writing on Darkstar, their (our) server. It connected to the web and you could get to it from the outside, but things didn’t start getting interesting until WordPress, the next big thing I found and kept. However, I didn’t have to transfer from Darkstar to WordPress directly. By that time, my job at University of Houston covered three things that propelled me here. The first was web design, getting used to publishing to a production server to make sure there were no issues before I went live (I caused a few disgruntled looks occasionally, but luckily I never broke a site designed to serve millions of people at once (oops, my bad…. should I leave a note?).

Design includes things like how the page looks, like the columns and where the ads fall and all that (I don’t control ad page breaks- sorry if they suck).

The second aspect of my job was development. Generally, when I was working on design, I’d do it in Photoshop/Illustrator first to get page layout. Development is being able to slice the images I just made and get them to fall the same way through an HTML interpreter. Believe it or don’t, that is a million times easier than page layout in Microsoft Word (amiright?).

The third aspect is content, at which I kick ass and take names. I doubt I’d be able to find all my articles now, because I worked for UH from 1999-2001. When I graduated from lab supervision to the web, I helped run a web zine (looked professional, but that’s basically what it was) called “Information Technology Daily News.” It is in no small part why I can write 1500-3,000 words every single day without blinking. I was trained like a journalist.

It was through that job that I interviewed Helen Thomas, unofficial dean of the White House press corps (the one who said “thank you, Mr. President” at the end of every gaggle). She and people like Sam Donaldson would get information and run to the phones, so I asked her how the Internet had changed all that with a 24-hour news cycle. In Helen’s own spicy way, she said basically it was a bitch on wheels. The question was possible through continuing legal education, but I got into the law school with a press pass.

Editor’s Note:

I didn’t want to see Helen Thomas at all…. eyeroll…. the Mia Hamm and Samuel L. Motherfucking Jackson of news? I was dead. DEAD. Boss came through for me even though Helen Thomas was one of his least favorite people on earth (had a t-shirt that I thought was hilarious; it said “charter member of the vast right-wing conspiracy.” I remember when I could laugh at that…..) I cried when I saw Helen’s old press pass at the Newseum later that same year.).

The transition from Houston to DC in 2001 was when I really started getting popular, blog-wise. This is because my friend Chason, one of my staff at UH (I was sort of in charge of my area once the original supervisor of the zine left, but I didn’t have hire and fire privileges, just input.) introduced me to people like Anil Dash, Ernie Hsuing, and Wil Wheaton. He may have introduced me to Dooce as well, but I can’t remember how I found her. I just know it was right after she’d gotten “dooced” for her “Asian Database Administrator” comments, but hadn’t taken anything down yet. It was before Jon Armstrong, before Leta was just a twinkle in Heather’s imagination.

The path to Chason was the one directly to Chuck, the former Congressman (who was a dog), the Avon World Sales Leader, BYU dry humping and Sprite,™ and what to do about blowback (nothing).

I wouldn’t have gotten good at WordPress without her, and I miss her every day. People tell me that I sound like David Sedaris and the compliment is astounding….. meanwhile, “I am sparing you the DETAILS OF EARL’S ANGINA.” I wrote a piece on her the moment I found out she died. It was one of the worst moments of my life…. yet, it didn’t have anything to do with her at all. It’s that my virtual friend lost her battle with neurodivergence. I do not know her from Adam, because even though we are both OG, we never crossed paths.

I was not but a few years from a time in my life that I felt that way- not that I wanted to die or anything like that. It was having to choose between physically sick and mentally well every day of my life….. the relentlessness of managing a disease like that, not a particular want to escape from people….. And by that I mean dropping out of society, not my personal relationships. In short, I know what it’s like to be Dooce even if we’ve never been in the same room.

Painting my feelings as fact, she stopped checking the story she was telling herself, betraying heather and leaning on Dooce.™ I do not believe she was a narcissist. I believe that she was protecting her brain from injury with social masking. Blowback will do that to you, and why I believe she started focusing on products instead of her life. People understand “influencers.” They do not understand blogging and why it’s important.

For most of history, we have had to divine it. We had to search for signs of life in archaeology and ancient language. Blogs will eventually shed light into how we lived. The observers to history and culture will be valued in a way that they aren’t currently, like authors becoming famous posthumously.

Speaking of “posthumously,” the second worst moment during Heather’s death was seeing my stats spike as a result. It was a mixed bag of knowing my time has come and what to do about it. I am not the only blogger left standing, because Jenny (The Bloggess) and Wil (Wheaton) are still going strong. We are more of a group than we’re not, all writing through the painful moments in life and trying to make sense of them. It’s carving out our own niché while also being similar…. even the way Dooce, Jenny, and I use humor is simpatico.

That means there’s only four people that I can think of off the top of my head that have been left doing what I do. One of them is me, and one of them has passed away. I am not special because I am getting better. I am special because I am getting rare. I may be getting better, too, but that’s not the source in terms of why people read. I learned though Supergrover that I was talented, that I did have promise in a way that, if I played my cards right, I would be a success. Other rabid fans to come after her have said that I’m going to be a big deal. But it only took 10 years for me to realize that I had to have the same confidence in my writing that they did.

I can stand in 20 years of observations on society without that confidence. I can stand in the fact that I can write about a lot of topics, and people will still find it interesting. I am floored that people will wade through Android/Linux to find Zac, Bryn, Supergrover, Lindsay, Oliver (who is a dog), and the characters that are less prevalent, but no less important. It all adds to the fabric of my life, which gets richer with age as I shed my need for approval.

I get to own my story. I get to take up space.

Heather “From Whom All Blessings Flow” Armstrong is counting on me…… and now my nose is getting red, the first sign I’m about to cry. It’s okay to be wrecked, tears are not a problem….. which is what I do to correct the story I’m telling myself. I needed to hear desperately that the world needed me, and if I could have convinced her of the same, I would have made it a full-time job….. one in which I could go the distance, and we’d have been able to cross the finish line together.

So, when push comes to shove, Heather is the most important thing I’ve found and kept. First, I read her. Then, she moved out of her mind and into mine. I’ve tried to make it nice for her.

She has a pool.