I preface this blog with a quote from my friend Brad who said "Start blogging, all the cool kids are doing it." That was about five years ago. Now that I know the fad is over - hopefully like the boyband era and frosted tips - and all the cool kids aren't doing it anymore, I've decided it's a good time to start blogging. No, I'm not going to frost my tips!
Since the fad isn't a fad anymore, and Tracy and I are starting our own business called VeBe Visual, it made sense to blog. I've been working on some rough draft logos and branding and I'll post a few in the next couple of weeks to get your opinions. It's like a focus group without all the free food ... neat!
Now that I'm officially in California and moved in to our apartment awaiting Tracy to move, it's time to be distracted from unpacking boxes. Seriously, I give the Allied folks props. I thought the moving process would be like teaching a fish to walk ... impossible. Not so. Allied did a tremendous job moving so I tipped the moving crew $30 on pick-up and delivery. There wasn't even a scratch on any of the items moved. The boxes had so much paper in them the Jamaican with full-on dreads living below me was jealous. The packing material looked like huge Zig-Zag papers.
Hardly to my surprise, about 1.5 hours into the move, a distinct smell of marijuana hovered throughout the apartment. It's a
three-floor outdoor staircase to our apartment and one of the movers cracked, "My legs are getting heavy. I just smoked a lot of second-hand reefer!" With our porch door open, strong 50 mph South / Southeast Santa Ana winds and the Jamaican a smokin', the entire apartment started to reek. The second mover joked, "I think that's some really good stuff he's hitting!" For some strange reason, I think he had some "experience" to know whether or not the stuff was good just from the smell.
It reminds me of when we viewed the apartment and I thought to myself, "It smells kind of different in here. It must just be because everything is new." Umm ... not so much. I've got no problem with the man a smokin' and a livin' his way of life, but if he wants to continue burning his joints, maybe he could be kind enough to gift us some incense! OK. Enough complaining. It's not like Tracy and I didn't expect this from apartment living. Even if our place is really top notch, you can't choose your neighbors. At least he's quiet, likely because all those joints makes him super chill. Maybe he even has his own blog like me, and is complaining that the guy above him and the movers are "some indubitable white dudes." I give him credit, I had to look that word up to know it meant authentic. Maybe it really does make you smarter!
Welcome to California living! And California living in the high desert - locals call it the valle
y, but valleys are supposed to have rain and that hasn't occurred in 7 months. October here means fires and Santa Ana winds that whip up to 70 mph from the desert east. Today it's calm here, but you can never be too sure what tomorrow will bring this time of year. I'll leave you with this, the view from our apartment. To the Southwest, the Santa Ana Mountains, looking toward Camp Pendleton (above), currently burning again for the second time in one week. To the West (right), smoke hovers from a small brush fire that has been contained in Newport Beach. Our area isn't threatened like the huge fires in San Bernardino. Outside of the fires, it's really a tremendous view in the morning and evening and part of what sold us on this place.
Next up, traveling across the country from Maryland to Ohio to North Carolina to Indiana. And, naturally, more updates to follow.
VeBe
Since the fad isn't a fad anymore, and Tracy and I are starting our own business called VeBe Visual, it made sense to blog. I've been working on some rough draft logos and branding and I'll post a few in the next couple of weeks to get your opinions. It's like a focus group without all the free food ... neat!
Now that I'm officially in California and moved in to our apartment awaiting Tracy to move, it's time to be distracted from unpacking boxes. Seriously, I give the Allied folks props. I thought the moving process would be like teaching a fish to walk ... impossible. Not so. Allied did a tremendous job moving so I tipped the moving crew $30 on pick-up and delivery. There wasn't even a scratch on any of the items moved. The boxes had so much paper in them the Jamaican with full-on dreads living below me was jealous. The packing material looked like huge Zig-Zag papers.
Hardly to my surprise, about 1.5 hours into the move, a distinct smell of marijuana hovered throughout the apartment. It's a
three-floor outdoor staircase to our apartment and one of the movers cracked, "My legs are getting heavy. I just smoked a lot of second-hand reefer!" With our porch door open, strong 50 mph South / Southeast Santa Ana winds and the Jamaican a smokin', the entire apartment started to reek. The second mover joked, "I think that's some really good stuff he's hitting!" For some strange reason, I think he had some "experience" to know whether or not the stuff was good just from the smell.It reminds me of when we viewed the apartment and I thought to myself, "It smells kind of different in here. It must just be because everything is new." Umm ... not so much. I've got no problem with the man a smokin' and a livin' his way of life, but if he wants to continue burning his joints, maybe he could be kind enough to gift us some incense! OK. Enough complaining. It's not like Tracy and I didn't expect this from apartment living. Even if our place is really top notch, you can't choose your neighbors. At least he's quiet, likely because all those joints makes him super chill. Maybe he even has his own blog like me, and is complaining that the guy above him and the movers are "some indubitable white dudes." I give him credit, I had to look that word up to know it meant authentic. Maybe it really does make you smarter!
Welcome to California living! And California living in the high desert - locals call it the valle
y, but valleys are supposed to have rain and that hasn't occurred in 7 months. October here means fires and Santa Ana winds that whip up to 70 mph from the desert east. Today it's calm here, but you can never be too sure what tomorrow will bring this time of year. I'll leave you with this, the view from our apartment. To the Southwest, the Santa Ana Mountains, looking toward Camp Pendleton (above), currently burning again for the second time in one week. To the West (right), smoke hovers from a small brush fire that has been contained in Newport Beach. Our area isn't threatened like the huge fires in San Bernardino. Outside of the fires, it's really a tremendous view in the morning and evening and part of what sold us on this place.Next up, traveling across the country from Maryland to Ohio to North Carolina to Indiana. And, naturally, more updates to follow.
VeBe
5 comments:
is it pronounced "veeb" or "veebee"? i'm so confused. how did you come up with the name? so many questions. do i get a referral fee for allied?
Say V then B. Vee Bee. I'm so new to all of this, it's scary. I've linked to your blog, are you happy now?
Tracy came up with the name. It's my last name's initial and her last name's initial. I think it's pretty techy and cool. I'll get into specifics in my next post.
I had no idea this was in the cards for you. Definitely looking forward to hearing more about VeBe!
Welcome to the World of Tomorrow!
Hello pal. Like the blog - and it's nice to be able to read your fine words again! I think you should bring a gift to your new neighbor, as he might return the favor with some brownies.
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