March, 2005


30
Mar 05

Like the deserts miss the rain

I’ve been tied up with a host of travel and personal issues for the last few days, so, for those two people who actually read this, I’m sorry that you haven’t gotten your daily drivel.

On Friday, I’m doing a turnaround in Tokyo just for the frequent flier miles. Don’t laugh, I’m serious.

I fly to Dallas Friday night (9:30pm dep from Chicago), get a few hours of sleep at the DFW Hyatt then get on a 13 hour flight to Tokyo. Once in Tokyo, I’ve got roughly 4 hours to eat, shower, shop and get back on the plane before I get on an 11 and a half hour flight back to the Chicago. Door to door? 48 hours.

But it gives me a good excuse for missing the Illini game. “Where were you?” “I was in Tokyo.”

Hopefully there’s opportunity to get bumped up to business. All this time in coach will hurt.


22
Mar 05

Dinner with AM

Despite my pessimism, I had dinner with AM tonight – smores, sushi and martinis. I heart her a lot – more than she knows. It’s not often that you find someone who’s witty and cynical but still has that element of hope of doing the right thing and trying to make the world a better place in the way that they can. But like most relationships and friendships, we’re passing each other at different times in our lives. And for those of us who disregard the normal “let’s get married at 25 and have kids” lifestyle, it’s rare to find someone who shares that same viewpoint. You just have to sort of run with it and accept it for what it is. She is a sweetheart, but I’d rather be friends with her and not date her than having a relationship with most women I know.


22
Mar 05

Hyatt’s form letter

I emailed Hyatt about room preference and directions from the airport. This is what I got back.

Dear Mr. Hawkins:

Thank you for your message. At Hyatt, we are always pleased to hear from our guests and welcome this opportunity to be of service.

Unfortunately, the Hyatt ____________________ does not offer complimentary shuttle transfers to and from _________ Airport. We suggest using any one of the following services:

1) Shuttle Service: Airporter Bus (runs every 30 minutes) $12.00 CD per person one way.

2) Taxi: Approximately $ 30.00 CD one way.

We have placed your request for a king bed non smoking room on your reservation at the Hyatt Regency Vancouver. Reservation number: xxxxxxxx

Please let us know if we may assist you further.

Thank you for choosing Hyatt.

Love the underlines!


21
Mar 05

Being stood up for drinks

AM is in town for a few days and emailed me about getting drinks tonight to catch up. But she’ll stand me up again, just like she did over the Holidays. Oy.

Edit: 7:15pm. The answer is “yes”. Tomorrow is a maybe. I won’t hold my breath though.


21
Mar 05

Junkie’s Little Helper

I never had this back in college, but it seems like a perfectly good idea and I will not pass any judgements if you decide to make an offer for this. Two Tisch students at NYU made Junkie’s Little Helper, a networked drug cabinet that would automatically track your pill popping and send it to a chat room so presumably people who care about you can monitor your recreational drug use. Sweet! And besides, Meghan is kinda cute…


20
Mar 05

Hotel hell

Personally I have no loyalty towards any hotel chain anymore. It’s just a place to crash. I used to be hardcore about Starwood but it’s not cost effective for me to maintain loyalty for minimal benefits like slightly larger room upgrades. And I admit that I’m a cheap bastard to some degree so I want to stay at a nice place and not pay a lot.

Enter Priceline. I know that this is a rehash, but I love Priceline. I love it even more than I love sushi and curly haired brunettes with glasses. However, the big questions are what to bid for rooms and where would I end up staying? I use Biddingfortravel.com, which is just a message board with people posting where they’ve stayed and how much they bid. It’s good for getting a baseline for room prices. That’s it. No big magic. That’s how I do it.

I booked my Vancouver hotel and snagged the Hyatt Regency Vancouver via Priceline this morning. The price rocked, and even with the US-Canadian dollar exchange rate sucking, it was a good deal. Plus it looks like it’s in a good location. Now I just have to figure out how to get from the airport to the hotel (since I’ll be able to get out of there as soon as I land and fly through passport control because of big pimpin’ with the CANPASS).

Looking forward to going and getting kickass seafood.


19
Mar 05

Postcards

They’re arriving shortly. Mine arrived today so it should hit everyone soon. Quit your bitching.


18
Mar 05

The Scorecard thus far

Miles actually flown: 33,236
Miles flown in coach: 1,007
Miles earned from flying: 72,932
Segments: 15
Number of Airports I’ve been in this year: 11
Countries other than the US: 4 (The Vatican counts, damn it)
Passport stamps: 5
Currencies used other than the US Dollar: 2
Nights in a hotel: 11
Postcards sent: 66


16
Mar 05

A Father’s Eyes

For those who didn’t get this email forward… It brought a tear to my eye.
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A teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. Even though the son was always on the bench, his Father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game.

This young boy was still the smallest of his class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn’t want to. But the young man lovedfootball and decided to hang in there. He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he’d get to play when he became a senior.

All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game, but remained a bench warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him. When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a “walk-on.” Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul into every practice and, at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.

The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in the game.

It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big playoff game, the coach met him with a Telegram. The young man read the telegram and became deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, “My father died this morning. Will it be all right if I miss practice today?” The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, “Take the rest of the week off, son. And don’t even plan to come to the game on Saturday.”

Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate.

“Coach, please let me play. I’ve just got to play today,” said the young man.

The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man persisted, and finally, feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. “All right,” he said. “You can go in.” Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right.

The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied.

In the closing seconds of the game, the kid intercepted a pass and started for the endzone. Just seconds before he could cross the yardline for the winning touchdown, his foot slipped and he fell. Members of the opposing team piled onto him and the football slipped from his fingers and was recovered by the opposing running back, who returned it 98 yards for a touchdown. The fans broke loose. throwing trash and food at him. His teammates walked over him to the locker room, and spit on him on their way by.

Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone. The coach came to him and said,

“You fucking asshole. There’s a reason I never let you play, you know. You suck.”

He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said. “Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?” The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, “Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and…I really fucked it up. I hate myself.”

SO REMEMBER RIGHT NOW:
Nobody is very proud of you.
Nobody is thinking of you.
Nobody is caring about you.
Nobody misses you.
Nobody wants to talk to you.
Nobody wants to be with you.
Nobody hopes you are not in trouble.
Nobody is thankful for the support you have provided.
Nobody wants to hold your hand.
Nobody hopes everything turns out all right.
Nobody wants you to be happy.
Nobody thinks you ARE a gift.
Nobody admires your strength.
Nobody can’t wait to see you.
Nobody loves you for who you are.
Nobody treasures your spirit.
Nobody is glad that you are their friend.
Nobody wants to get to know you better.
Nobody wants to be near you.
Nobody wants you to know they are there for you.
Nobody would do anything for you.
Nobody wants to share their dreams with you.
Nobody is alive because of you.
Nobody needs your support.
Nobody will cry when they read this.
Nobody needs you to have faith in them.
Nobody trusts you.
Nobody hears a song that reminds them of you

Get fucked.


15
Mar 05

The Hawkins 7: Rome, part II

1) I sent out 30 postcards this trip. 30 Freakin’ cards. I was made to buy 50 stamps at €40. :( Effectively, it was $69.25 to send out the cards, and I’ve got stamps to spare (for next time, presumably).
2) I put up all my photos on Fotki this morning from this Rome trip but haven’t labeled them. However, I do like this photo, which doesn’t need much of a caption.
3) Apparently US passport stamps have changed for entry in the last couple of weeks. Instead of the dull red square-shaped stamp that says “US Immigration”, it’s now a blue oval with Dept of Homeland Security/US Customs & Border Patrol. Word. Again, this is something only I care about.
4) I miss gelato already.
5) I am upset that Gammarelli, the Pope’s official tailor, was closed when we went there on Saturday. I am also upset that the walk from the Airport train from the end of Termini station takes 15 mins.
6) I really can’t wait to go back to Italy.
7) The Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps were pretty damn cool.

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