Thursday, March 31, 2005

Departure Lounge: a little house keeping

Well.
I sure never thought I'd see the day when my blog comments were highjacked by my frequent readers, but that's just what seems to have happened.
So I'm going to try to straighten this whole mess out.
(For those of you out of the loop, you can catch up here.)
It all started when the dear Mr. and Mrs. Ishikawa left Israel for a little R&R in australia. Ever one to take advantage of my friends, I offered to house sit for them (and their large DVD collection). But I knew that competition was going to be pretty tough for the coveted slot, so I submitted what I thought was a pretty killer resume:


(I've deleted my contact info to thwart my many stalkers)

Career Goal:
To be the best damned house sitter this world has ever seen.


Employment

Frequent visitor to the Ishikawa residence, October 2003 – present
While not employment per se, I feel I have performed well as a frequent guest in the Ishikawa home, perfectly balancing graceful acceptance of their hospitality with the occasional washed dish or fetched desert. Also, as a regular visitor to their home, I have the advantage of knowing the location of all hot beverages and board games, always a key for entertaining guests. You may rest assured that your busy, yet understated, social schedule will not have to stop just because you’ve left the country.

House sitter for M and M (last name omitted). November 2004
For this grueling assignment, while I wasn’t wielding M’s giant cleaver in the kitchen during the hosting of many a dinner party, I was forced to relax in front of the giant video projector, viewing all manner of foreign cinematic treats. Also, I tidied up.

Lived in Many Houses for Brief Periods of Time 1999 – present
During the past few years, I have routinely made myself at home quite quickly in a variety of domiciles for brief periods, while at the same time, never failing to appreciate the uniqueness and occasional luxury my temporary surroundings offered. I expect that this skill of mine, especially in the area of luxury appreciation, shall be put to good use during my proposed sojourn in your flat.


Education and skills

While I have no “formal” education in this arena, I have gathered many skills through my varied life experience that you will find make me perfect for this position. A small sample:

- Many years of working in photographic darkrooms mean that I am well adept at moving about in dark areas. Should the power go out during your absence, you can be sure I will keep my head about me.

- As a professional photographer (especially one with journalistic training) you can count on me to provide more than adequate documentation of any floods, fires, burglaries or politically motivated sit-ins that may occur during your holiday.

- My vast experience of sampling exotic dishes from all corners of the globe will allow me to keep your refrigerator clean and clear of any and all foods that may pass their prime before your return.

- One time, during a hike through the wild jungles of South West Cameroon, ravaged by flesh eating insects and delirious with fever, as my mind swam in and out of consciousness while I tried lamely to keep up with the pygmy guide who was carrying all of my beloved cameras on his head through raging streams and over the enormous roots of towering trees, in one brief moment of clarity I thought to myself: “Oh what I wouldn’t give to be stretched out on a comfortable sofa, sipping a nice warm cup of tea and enjoying a fine film on a rainy afternoon!” Now, weather permitting, I could achieve that long-cherished dream in your flat.

The Man for the Job

In conclusion, Mr. and Mrs. Ishikawa, I feel that I have demonstrated myself to be willing and more than able to provide the careful yet confident, thorough yet not overbearing, nurturing yet firm flat-sitting that your flat deserves. When you ask yourselves, as I know you are, “unto which handsome and dashing young individual can we possibly entrust the proper care and supervision of our flat?” I know you will see that the only right answer is right in front of you.

References available upon request


Now, as you may expect, I was hired immediately for ten days of glorious, DVD rich, house sitting. The only catch was that I had to take care of the fish, and Mr Ishikawa has a beautiful and dearly loved collection of little fishes.
So every evening I would count out the little pinches of flakes and pellets of food for the dearly loved (though not by me) little fishes, and every morning I would run to the tank and do a head count, praying that they all survived the night. And they did. So far so good.
Which brings us to my last day of house sitting. My dear photo friend from Canada was in town for a visit (that's "shutterbabe" in the comments there) so I was out for most of the afternoon. I planned to go back to the flat in the evening, tidy up, feed the fish and get ready for the Ishikawas' return the next morning. Of course, when I open the door that evening what did I find? Suitcases on the floor and Ishikawa holiday paraphernalia strewn about the room, that's what. They tricked me. They snuck back into the country early, only to find unwashed dishes in the sink and stacks of DVDs all over the place.
And to top it all off, one of their fish had committed suicide earlier in the day (is it my fault they kept the poor thing locked away in a tank all time, swimming around and around in water that other fish were pooping in? Is it too hard to take them out for a walk every once in a while? I'm just sayin'...)
So now they think I'm a messy fish killer. And they're taking it out on my blog. I can't wait until baby Ishikawa is born, then a few years from now when s/he does daddy a favor by washing the inside of the tank with windex while all the fish are still in it, they'll long for the days of my house sitting. ha.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

a little house keeping

just a quick note to let you know that I've added a couple of links over there on the right-hand side:

1) my flickr page - so you can feed my addiction

2) The Three Legged Duck - for some bloggity perfection. If you didn't heed my earlier advice and check this one out, please do it now. It's ok, I'll wait.

3) The Ishikawa Blog - fun family blog. One of the authors is none other than the now-eating-for-two mrs. Ishikawa who I'm sure you all remember as the only person in history to leave me a nasty blog comment.

Monday, March 21, 2005

In other news

In other news that is all-about-me (and really, do you expect any other kind of new here?) My little flickr addiction is alive and well... and poised to welcome it's 10000th visitor. It should happen right about nnnnnnnnnnow... Or nnnnnnnnnnnow.... or soon anyway.

who is this?

I hate to turn this into the recurring theme of this blog, but I seem to attract people who aren't really looking for me at all. First there was the guy who was looking for the other Ryan Lash (so much for making this an anonymous blog...) and now this little story:
(this is for Shingo who, while it was happening, said to no one in particular "I'm sure we'll be reading this on his blog tomorrow.")
We had all gone to beach for the next-to-last-day-of-fasting (Baha'is fast every year from March 2nd to 20th. During the fast we don't eat or drink from sunrise to sunset, so the beach was a good place to be as we could watch the sun drop into the mediterranean and then enjoy a nice plate of kebab. Of course, the whole enjoying-a-plate-of-kebab thing didn't actually happen, but it was a nice idea. anyway, I digress).
So there we were at the beach and the sun had just plunged itself into the ocean and the air was crisp and the friends were happy (and hungry) and this whole idyllic scene was jarred by the ringing of my phone. (what follows is a brief rundown as my famished mind recalls it):

me: -hello?

her: -hey ryan! Is this Ryan?

-ummmm...yeah.

- hey, do you know who this is?

- ummmmm... no.

- what are you doing right now?

- we're looking for a place to eat dinner. (I'm quite the stunning conversationalist aren't I?)

- really? where? Are you coming by [name of a cafe]?

- ummmm... no. We're at the beach.

- really? who are you there with?

- [ this is where I tell her who I'm there with. Obviously shingo was there, as was Mrs. Ishikawa and the unborn Ishikawa (as they are hard to seperate. They're pretty much a package these days).]

- oh, ok. So do you know who this is yet?

- ummm.... no. [now, hidden behind all of this ummmmm'ing I'm frantically trying to figure out who this is. Here in Haifa, all the Baha'is have these work phones and they're all on an internal network. So if a 4 digit number shows up on the display, you know it's a call from another Baha'i, or at least someone using a Baha'is phone. So I'm trying recall who may have been coming to Haifa for a visit as Haifa is a freakishly transiant place and people are always coming and going and besides, I couldn't think of anyone who lived here who would call me up and ask me if I recognized their voice...so it must be someone from out of town borrowing a cell phone. eventually I just took a stab]

me: ... [someone]! Is this [someone]?

her (sounding a little angry): - [someone]? who's [someone]?

- ummm.... ok, well you're going to have to give me a hint or something, cause I really have no idea.

- what? you don't know who this is? Aren't you going ot meet up with us later?

- Well, if I knew who this was, I probably would...

[so we chat on for a while, me trying to get any kind of information out of her, her really doing her best not to talk at all. After a few more attempts to get me to try to guess who she is, she says to me:]

- I'll give you five seconds to guess who I am. 5... 4... 3...

- You're giving me a countdown?! What kind of phone call is this?

- 2... 1... so do you know who this is?

- no! I have no idea! How am I supposed to figure out who you are if I'm doing all the talking?

[then she talks a bit and asks me a few more questions. after another 5 minutes she starts with the countdown again.]

me: - you know, these countdowns would be a lot more intimidating if something actually happened at the end. Like you could hang up on me or something.

- 2... 1... so do you know who this is yet?

- umm.... no.

[she still didn't hang up on me though. after another minute or so she said she'd call me back and give me another chance. so I hung up and stood on the sidewalk trying to figure out what had just happened. I enlisted the help of my friends and we came up with some very detective-y schemes to identify the mystery girl. (just a word of advice: don't mess with my friends. cause they'll track you down in no time.)
So I called her back. my first guess was wrong. so I hung up on her (I know, I'm cold. no countdown or anything.)
My friends and I schemed a bit more and I was able to find out whose cell phone she was using. So I called the number and asked to speak to the owner of the phone. I figured they'd be on my side. I should point out that I didn't actually know the owner of the phone. We had never met. But I knew it was a woman. When I called the number there was a guy's voice on the other end.]

me: - hi, can I speak to [the owner of the phone]?

[first he tried to tell me that HE was the owner of the phone, but he really wasn't too convincing and I didn't even have to resort to the intimidating countdown before he passed me over to the actual owner. funny thing though, her voice sounded strangely familiar. And I don't mean "familiar" like I'd met her before, I mean "familiar" like the voice of a person who had just given me 2 seemingly-threatening-yet-ultimately-pretty-lame-cellphone-countdowns.]

me: um, is this [the owner of the cellphone]?

[she didn't answer but passed me back to the guy]

him: - yeah?

me: - was that [the owner of the cellphone]?

- yeah, don't you even know who you were talking to?

- well, now I do. but do you know who you're talking to?

- ummm...yeah, this is Ryan isn't it?

- yeah, but which Ryan?

- Ryan [not my last name]?

- oh, because this is Ryan Lash.

- oh.

[we both started laughing and he passed me back to her she apologized profusely and that was just about the end of it. One of my friends pointed out that after all that giving-me-a-hard-time-because-I-couldn't-recognize-her-voice thing, she really wasn't very good at recognizing the voice of the guy she thought she was talking to.

As a footnote to the whole thing, today I had dinner with both her and the guy who she was trying to get ahold of. He and I had a good laugh about it. She didn't think it was quite as funny. Especially when I was recounting the dreaded cellphone-countdown. I mean really. Who does that? And if you're going to actually go through with the countdown, you should at least be serious enough to follow through on the hangup.... really now.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

2:15 am

And suddenly I find myself back in the night-shift schedule...
I really tried to avoid it. Since it's the Baha'i fast right now and I'm not eating or drinking during the day, it seems like a bit of a cop-out to work all night (sipping tea) and then sleep all morning. But at least work is getting done. Things that I thought were going to last me the rest of the week are finishing up now. Which is all the more surprising considering how much time I've been putting into some, shall we say, extra-curricular activities...
All I know is that trying to learn html and php by staring at endless pages of code pulled from your favorite websites is not really the best way of doing things... especially in the wee hours of the morning.
So perhaps it is time for bed.

Monday, March 14, 2005

recent photos

a photographer taking photos wouldn't normally be so noteworthy, but seeing as how virtually all of my flickr photos are from at least 2 years ago, I thought it would be nice to let you all know that I just posted a set of pics that I took 2 weeks ago. check it out.

For Mrs. Ishikawa (and others)

Quick post to ensure there aren't any nasty comments on my blog in the morning.
My apologies to all of my readers (all two of you, and yes Mrs Ishikawa, I am counting the baby in your tummy), but I've been working on a little side project that involves lots of browsing and surfing and filling out lots and lots of online forms. It will be ready for public consumption soonish (hopefully) as I have just a few hours ago verified that it is all working somewhat smoothishly.
As far as hints go, the new side project started when I was composing a little blog entry about how everyone is blogging it up these days and how even respectible news orginizations are getting more bloggy in their coverage as evidenced by the fact that the executive editor of the New York Times, Joseph Lelyveld is getting in on the act.
Of course, not everyone gets to use the New York Times magazine as their own personal blog, but hey, what's the fun in being executive editor of the biggest newspaper in the world if you can't put yourself on the cover? really now.
And then I got to thinking: You know, my first real paying job was with the New York Times... why don't I get to blog about it in the pages of their magazine?
So that's it. I'm working on the cover story for next week's NYTimes magazine. Or something similar...


This photo ran on the front page of the New York Times in January 2000.
Photo by me/special for the New York Times.