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I've been really excited to work on Cruise Sheet recently. I've made some big strides and am now an actual cruise agency rather than a web site that creates affiliate links. It's still fairly similar, but now I can control the experience the whole way through and the increase in revenue makes it look more like a viable business.
So now I'm back in that "Love Work" mode where all I want to do is work. Last night two friends and I drove around picking up Uber passengers while I sang "Drop it Like It's Hot" on our Car-eoke system, but in the back of my head I was thinking about Cruise Sheet.
One of the things I've been doing is going through every single port and making sure I have the right name, region, GPS coordinates, abbreviated form, etc. Not the most exciting work, but I have a thing for neat and orderly data, so I enjoy it.
Except for the damn Galapagos Island stops. There are so many of them that every time another one popped up, I was annoyed that I had to enter it in. For a while I had a dozen or so of them sitting in the queue while I waited for normal ports to show up.
I remember waking up as a kid on Christmas, heavy with anticipation. Waking up early never came naturally to me, but usually I was up before seven in the morning. It wasn't just that good things were about to happen to me, it was that those good things were also surprises.
As I woke up this morning, I realized that now that I'm an adult, I feel the same way every day. Not necessarily because of physical goods, although I am pretty excited that my Japanese-style bidet is coming today, but because of opportunity.
Most people seem to hate email, and I can only assume that it's because of what working a real job does to one's email. I love email. Sometimes I don't get enough sleep because I wake up at eight, can't resist checking my email, and then can't go back to sleep.
I like email because it's the means by which opportunity often comes into my life. But it's really just a symbol. Maybe my favorite thing about life is that every day truly is a surprise, and through good decision making those suprises can be built upon.
I live a little bit in the ghetto. It doesn't feel dangerous, I like my neighbors, and the location is perfect, but in Las Vegas this is known as a terrible area. Even after being pleasantly surprised at how nice it was when I saw the place (I bought it sight unseen), I was worried that I'd find out horrible things about the area after living here. But I've been here for a year and it's been smooth sailing.
I'm in the middle of a big bathroom renovation. So far, other than some plumbing for the tub, I've done all of the work myself. But I have a lot of tiling ahead of me, so I called a tiling guy and asked him for a quote. Part of the conversation went like this:
"And where do you live?"
"[ cross streets]"
February and March I'm going to spend half in San Francisco and half in Vegas. So I'm buying a bunch of cheap tickets to ping-pong back and forth between the two cities. As I booked these flights I thought about how it became "a thing". Two months, two cities, back and forth.
Those two months are going to be about productivity, getting my Vegas house up to snuff, and spending time with friends.
The only reason it is those things is because I decided it would be, though. No concrete reason.
I do this all the time, I've realized. Now my traveling is always with friends. Traveling is about spending quality time with friends. Doesn't have to be that way, but I made up that rule so that's how it is now.
It's been a crazy few years. I was going to say few weeks, then few months, and then I thought about it and realized that there's no reasonable starting point more recent than a few years ago. Since then I've been traveling non-stop and have had very little stability.
If you rarely travel, you might dream of getting away from it all and going on vacation. But when you travel constantly you fantasize about being in one place for an extended period of time. And while my life has mostly been a collection of quality time with friends over the past couple years, I've been yearning for some time in one place.
The problem is that I've been relatively unproductive over these past couple years. Major progress has come from isolated concentrations of time, usually on a cruise ship, where I've worked hard to complete projects. My median day is shockingly unproductive, especially in the past year.
Now I have around two months in one place, then a cruise, then no plans. That is by far the most sparse my travel schedule has been in years, and I'm excited about it.
Today we went to a gelato place called Gelatology. The owner, Desyree, used to have a place called Art of the Flavor, which was shut down under suspicious circumstances. From outward appearances it seemed as though the landlords kicked her out and then continued a business under the same name. I was excited to take my cousin to that place when she visited, but the shutdown had taken place a day or two before.
Tonight we found that she recently opened a new place, so we went.
There were fourteen flavors of gelato, most of them really interesting flavors like jalapeño honey, apple mustard, and pear gorgonzola. Right off the bat Desyree suggested that we try every single flavor. Between the three of us, she went through 42 different sample spoons. I've never heard of such a thing and thought that she was exaggerating when she encouraged us to try all of them.
Of course tons of the flavors were amazing, so we each got much bigger portions than we anticipated. I usually get the smallest ice cream available, but I got the second biggest.
I'm almost done watching Making of A Murderer. I don't know how it ends yet, but it's not much of a spoiler to say that it opens with a story about a guy, Steven Avery, who was wrongly accused of rape and served eighteen years for it.
The evidence was only a shade more substantial than non-existent, but even his appeals and hearings for probation yielded nothing. Everyone thought he did it, so he lost eighteen years.
Later in the show there's question of police planting evidence for a different case.
I went to court as a spectator some months ago. I was there for just half of the day in the middle of the case, so my knowledge of the case was quite poor. But from that glimpse it appeared to me that he was guilty of robbery. The police found the evidence on him-- case closed.
Our ship docked in Dubai today. Very often the ship docks so close to downtown that you can walk, but sometimes you have to take a bus or taxi into the city center. The Dubai port, on the other hand, is pure insanity.
We got out and found ourselves in a giant parking lot with all sorts of buses and taxis in it. The mob descended on all modes of transportation, making each unusable. The taxi queue was enormous. Eighty year olds literally elbowed me out of the way to get into the free shuttle to the mall.
We called an uber, but the parking lot is such a maze that our driver got lost and gave up. After that we tried to taxi queue, but all of the drivers were trying to rip us off by about $10. We kept refusing, and we got kicked out of two taxis in a row. Then we called another Uber, and he finally made it there.
It took us a total of ninety minutes just to get on a vehicle out of the port. And we are four very seasoned travelers.
Well, there goes another year. Every time a new year rolls around, my initial impression of the past year is that it was pretty uneventful compared to previous years. Then I go through my blog archives and think about what has happened, and I realize that it has been, again, a pretty monumental year.
First some highlights:
As expected, dating was a big theme this year. I started out with a new relationship and ended the year with a failed attempt at another. I definitely had a fantasy that I would fall in love with the first person I met and settle down with her, but that's not how it happened. Still, it feels good to be dating again and I do feel like I'm moving towards finding someone to settle down with.
When I'm booking a flight, I don't search by shortest duration, I sort by longest. My favorite flights are those that include one or more really long layovers during the day in an interesting location.
Earlier today I hiked up Diamondhead, ate a Hawaiian burger, waded into the ocean at Waikiki, and visited the Honolulu Art Museum. But I'm not on vacation in Hawaii, I'm on a six hour layover on my way to Tokyo.
My favorite way to do a long layover is to have a big list of things I want to do, and then hit them at whatever pace I feel like. I want to avoid wasted time at all cost, but not rush myself.
We rented a car in Hawaii, which is almost always worth it in these situations. For $40, we were able to avoid any sort of waiting around or having to conform to time tables. We did things like lunch and the hike, where we'd have only limited control over our schedules, early so that we wouldn't end up in a situation where we haven't got the check yet and we have to hustle back to the airport.