Monday, August 31, 2020

ok so the grados i bought are now not working. literally, in less than a week the rigth driver gave out. it's very weird thogh. like, when i plug them into my computer only the left side makes sounds. when i plug them into my reciever using and asapter, same thing. even with my old iphone with the aux jack. but when i plug them into the ligthning adapter and then my phone, the rigth side makes sounds again. though its noticably quieter than the left, it's bareable up to half volume. past that, the right gets all distorted ina a blown-out sort of way. i contacted grado about it and they said it would be forty dollars to repair. said it probably needs a new driver. my dad agreed that the right driver was blown out. i was hoping it was a wiring issue. i posted about it online and someone who claims to own many grado said it was probably caused by the cables getting twisted, since the earecups can spin freely. i wasn't sure about that, since i had made sure to keep them from doing that. anyway, sucks that in an attempt to save a few dollars, and minimize my consumption of plastics by buying second hand, i know have to put half the cost of a new pair more into them. big bummer, since i was looking at getting a dac or a different larger pair of headphones. basically, that forty plus the cost for me to ship would have better been spent elsewhere. sucks, but this came on the heels of having been offered my job back

was asked if i wanted to work part time at the art asylum again. of course i said yes. twenty hours is half of what i would normally do, so i have a good idea of what to expect from the checks. it's better than nothing. and, when volunteering on saturday, one of the organizers, this was funny, had confused me with someone. he was yelling 'andale mijo' and stuff like that at me. obviously he was joking, so i didn't take offense. in fact, it was funny since i'm more often confused with some type of asian. so this dude is saying that, i'm laughing. i look at him and see he's like, desi, he comes closer and is telling me about how people would say that at his old job. asked if my mom or my dad said that stuff to me. and who did it more. then when i answer he implies that he knows my mom, so it became obvious i was confused with someone else, rather than just him recognizing me as latino or whatever. he soon realizes he has me confused and apologizes. i tell him its fine. then he asks me about myself and how i heard of the event. (we were digging four-plus inches of caked soild on the little drainage canals that run along the curbside of roads) he then offers have me do translating work for the. says they pay twenty to thirty an hour for it. obviously i say yes. this leads me to belive gigs would be about an hour maybe two. so i get offered that then when i get home boss lady texts me about the asylum. iot was a strange twist of fate, to get two little money offers like that. i had bought the last copy of a record store day release of a charli ep that morning, after waking up a bit late, and then made it to the service event i planned to attend. so it was a bunch of good things in quick succesion. followed hat up with the grados not working the next mroning. very strange, but i guess good and bad enerfgies had to balance out

i haven't skated in a minute. also realizing i haven't skated with j in a month. feels odd, but they're working and looks like i will be too

i went on this ride last week, and to keep this short, did eighteen miles at an average of fifteen per hour. i was doing it with some guys that, very clearly, bike harder and i do. their outfits. the fact that i could barely keep up. kept falling behind and they seemed to just be cruising. i considered myself to be better than average, and it may be true, but definitely couldn't keep up. in the first half i was closer. guess that means i just dont have the stamina. need to practice more. most of the rides i do are leisurely, so while i can handle a distance, it's the fifteen miles per hour that wore me out. having to try and keep their pace. i was cooked

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