Spotify or Pandora, which is the streamiest?

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I left both my 1TB hard drive filled with music and my iPod at home this morning. On the drive in to work, I had to resort to listening to CDs! I got to work and wondered what I would listen to, and decided to do a little streaming with Pandora Radio on my phone. There are a lot of choices out there competing for your attention in the “streamosphere”. Undoubtedly the two top contenders are Pandora and Spotify. They’ve got a lot of similarities, but they’re also very different. 

Pandora is an online streaming radio site with 150 million users that’s actually been around for quite some time (since 2000) compared to the relative newcomer Spotify. You can stream Pandora online in your browser, or you can download the app to your computer or mobile device. With Pandora, you can create your own streaming “stations” based on an artist, song, or even genre. Pandora’s musical algorithm quickly puts together a station with a wide variety of artists and songs similar to what you’ve indicated you’d like to base the station on. 

The Pandora algorithm is surprisingly accurate and relevant and matches well with what you tell it you like. The algorithm is based on the Music Genome Project, a ten year ongoing analysis and catalog of music ranging from the latest pop gems, back to the hits of the Renaissance. When a song plays, you can give it a thumbs up or down, and the algorithm will get more dialed in to what you like. You can also skip the song if you don’t like it, but only for a limited number of times in the free version of Pandora. 

Pandora has nearly a million songs in its database, and allows user to stream for free in an ad based version. I’ve found the ads infrequent, and not that much of a distraction. I like the accuracy of the Pandora algorithm, and don’t often find myself skipping songs in my stations. I make sure to give thumbs up and down when I can, to keep getting good results. When I do skip, I’m usually not bothered by the limit in the free version. I have quite a number of stations set up, and find myself most often using the “QuickMix” function, which pulls from all of your channels. I like the variety, and once again, the relevancy of the musical choices. 

Spotify has gotten a lot of notice over the last couple of years. It was first available in Europe only, but launched in the US in 2011. Spotify has streaming rights to nearly 18 million tracks, so it has a much bigger catalog than Pandora. The biggest distinction is that Spotify music is available on demand. You can select an artist or album and stream it for free in your web browser or on a mobile device with ads. To listen without ads, you have to upgrade to the Premium account for $9.99 a month. That’s the main drawback to Spotify. 

Spotify is very socially integrated, allowing the creation of playlists, and sharing of playlists, albums, and songs. Spotify is Facebook oriented, requiring users to link Facebook accounts with their Spotify accounts. If you do so, you’re also authorizing frictionless sharing, so your friends on Facebook will see what you’re listening to. From experience, you’ll see that your friends will like and comment on the popular stuff you listen to, but might give you some grief for some of your guilty musical pleasures! This is a drawback for a lot of users. 

Spotify has nearly 10 million users, with 3 million of those being paying users. Spotify is also bigger globally than Pandora, and is available in 13 countries. Pandora’s license only applies to US operation. 

In 2012, Spotify launched a free radio feature in the US, currently for use on iPad and iPhone, and taking a chunk out of Pandora’s pie. Pandora might be sweating a bit, but it’s going to take Spotify some time to get where Pandora is, if they can manage to take that market. I would imagine Spotify could have some success cannibalizing those users like me who use BOTH services. Plus there’s the lure of the much larger catalog. Time will tell to see how Pandora adjusts to this challenge. 

So which is the winner? It depends on what you want to do. If you like a lot of variety, Pandora is the way to go, more like a radio station. Spotify is a bit more like having your music collection online – they don’t have EVERY artist and EVERY album, but I’ve usually found most of what I’m looking for. I think both Pandora and Spotify are winners, and I’d recommend using both, as they both have free versions available. 

For me, I’m starting to use Pandora streaming on my phone more and more. I like the “QuickMix” function, and the accuracy of the songs in the stations. I like the ability to skip songs I don’t like, and the thumbs up and thumbs down function. I don’t find myself using it on my computer at home, unless I’m mowing the lawn or doing yard work and I’m streaming on my phone. 

I’m considering upgrading to Spotify premium so I can pretty much have my music collection available on my phone for less than the price of an average CD a month. I like to be able to go to specific artists and albums, and I like the size of the catalog. I’ve got a lot of artist “best of” playlists on Spotify, and a lot of mixed playlists as well. I don’t mind that on Facebook you might see some of my guilty pleasure listens, like my affinity for 80′s pop music. 

Trends are showing that teens prefer streaming to downloading and even buying music online. Obviously CD sales are down. With the increase in use of mobile devices, it’s getting more and more convenient to stream music. The music industry as a whole has failed to adequately adapt to the digital revolution. If you put it out there in digital format, people will find a way to get it for free. 

Top Tech Trends for 2012

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Now that we’re well into the New Year, we at Geeks.com have taken a look at what some of the experts predicted would be among top tech trends for 2012. We’ve looked at the hits from the Consumer Electronics Show, mobile trends, and predictions from some of the top tech-heads and tech websites.

Who knows what’s going to come to pass in the next year, what will hit or what will miss? With all the changes we’ve seen in technology over the last few years, it’s hard to say where we’ll be by the end of the year with our desktop computers, mobile devices, social networking, TVs and other tech and electronic devices. Only time will tell!

Tech blog Mashable’s founder Peter Cashmore cited 2011 as a hugely transformative year for tech, but he sees bigger things coming in 2012. Top Tech Trends for 2012 – Geeks.comCashmore tells us to keep a finger on the screen for developments in touch computing. We’re moving from “mouses” to touchscreens to more fully integrated touch computing. Users will move more to tablets, and desktop systems will incorporate more and more touchscreen influence. Social media will continue to get more automated, Cashmore predicts. Facebook’s “frictionless sharing” is the first step—integrating social apps like Spotify, social readers and Pinterest with Facebook and auto sharing the content we’re reading, viewing, and listening to.

Cashmore predicts that tablets will continue to evolve and compete with the iPad, in price, interface, and features. We’ll watch more and more TV and movies on our tablets, and enjoy TV, phone and mobile integration in experiments like “second screen experiences” seen recently on shows like “The Walking Dead. ” Our phones will continue to move in the direction of voice command, and flexible screens offer interesting new design options for our mobile devices.

Each January, the Consumer Electronics Show (CES) in Las Vegas is the toast of the town. In this case, what happens in Vegas DOESN’T stay in Vegas. CES is the chance for companies to showcase their plans for the future and show off their cutting edge technological advances. TV, smartphone and tablet integration was highlighted at CES, and a future where our smartphones and tablets are our remotes, where we’ve thrown all of the remotes that haven’t already been lost in the couch away. Also showcased were OLED TVs—TVs that are bigger, brighter and thinner than other TVs, with better graphic displays.

Intel showcased its Ultrabooks at CES—lighter, faster with 3D graphics performance. Car companies also showed off tech advances at CES. Amid rumors of driverless cars and cars communicating with one another on the road, Mercedes and Ford pushed their connected car and sync technologies. These consoles can interact with smartphones, connect with the Cloud, and use voice control to control apps like Pandora and other online radio stations. Next generation tablets, notebook computers and touchscreen technology were also big at CES 2012.

Tech guru and author Daniel Burrus cites a number of trends he thinks every business needs to be aware of. Most of his predictions are no surprise: the continued rise of big data, more advancements in the Cloud and on-demand services and virtualization. Most interesting to me are his predictions on the gamification of training and education, multimedia e-textbooks, businesses becoming more social, and how our smartphones and tablets will increasingly move towards being our primary personal computers.

“PC World” magazine counts data only cellphone plans and the emergence for HTML 5 among the shape of things to come in 2012. Top Tech Trends for 2012 – Geeks.comMore and more smartphones will feature dual core processors, and phone batteries will be longer lasting and more efficient. We’ll have to have a Facebook account to do more and more on the Web as the Facebook Empire expands. Mobile payment will become more and more prominent with the emergence of options like the Google Wallet. I love to see the emergence of music on the Cloud, more and more streaming movie and radio options, and more and more libraries allowing the checkout of e books to e-readers.

There’s a myriad of mobile tech possibilities in 2012 as well. Location based services will continue to be big in mobile, and will offer more intelligent experiences. Social networking and search will grow on mobile. Mobile commerce will become bigger as more and more users “check in” to retail sites, and utilize mobile shopping options, including mobile payments.Top Tech Trends for 2012 – Geeks.com Object recognition on mobile will continue to improve as more and more apps come on the market. Mobile email users are expected to expand by nearly 100% in 2012, as mobile email becomes cheaper and mobile email apps continue to improve.

With the pace of technological development, the sky is literally the limit. Technology often outpaces itself, so who knows where we’ll be at the end of 2012 when we look back over what’s come to pass, and get work on our lists of what’s coming in 2013!

Are You My Dad or Just My Biological Father?

My Mom met my Dad in the 70s when I was 6 or 7 years old. She had divorced my biological father a couple of years earlier, basically for sleeping with her best friend. There are a lot of Polaroids of my Mom and Dad around the coffee table with friends. Leisure suits, drinking, fondue, and smoking. Quite a social bunch. Mom worked at the bowling alley, and Dad was in the Army.

They met on Stewart Air Force base. Mom and a friend went to the NCO Club on base, I guess to meet soldiers. The story goes that Dad was pretty crude, cocky, and drunk, and that Mom shot him down hard. She didn’t like him, but he liked her. She claims she told him he as an “ass.” He got her phone number from her friend and called the next day and apologized. He asked my Mom out, and they were dating from them on.

I do remember meeting him. At first I called him “Mr. Smith.” Then “Dale,” and of course eventually “Dad.” He was wearing this powder blue suit he had till the day he died. I think he might have been buried in that suit to tell the truth.

He was in Explosive Ordinance Disposal (EOD) in the Army, and did a lot of side work with the Secret Service, protecting VIPS like Presidents, Queens, and Popes. He was doing some Secret Service work in New York City when I met him. He came down and took my Mom and me out to breakfast. He was driving a big sedan, and I remember it had a red dome light on the dash, that he could slam on the roof and turn on if needed, full on “Police Story” 70s style.  I SO wanted him to have to go into action when I was in the car, and have to speed through traffic with the light stuck on the roof.  He probably told me he was going to be seeing a lot of my Mom.

Now, it was tough for my Mom after the divorce. She got me and I don’t think she got a lot of child support. What she could get she probably had to pry out of my father. Like I said, she worked at the bowling alley, and I think she had three different jobs. I know she was a bartender and the short order cook. I think she also worked the counter. That wasn’t the only thing she worked at the bowling alley though. My Mom met a lot of guys.

I remember my Mom having a lot of boyfriends after the divorce. To her credit, she always worked it as a package deal. Sure you get some lovin’ but you also gotta put up with the hyper buck toothed little kid. That was me.

There was one guy who I call the “CB guy.” This was during my Mom’s CB phase. Total giant antenna, call signs and nicknames, and codes.  The internet of the 70s. This guy was a cross between Jerry Reeves and Dale Earnhardt Sr. Look ‘em up, and then imagine a combo. The main memory I have of him, besides the swanky look, was of being “on the air” with him, and having him say he’d be there in a minute, and then speeding up the driveway. Nothing gets the kids like CB humor.

Then there was the West Point cadet. I remember one night he was coming by, and I was being a little hyper. I remember him telling me I was a “pain in the ass.” I think he spent the night, but I don’t think he and Mom “dated” after that.

Then there was Frank. He was pretty cool. He was a police detective in New York City and worked on the Son of Sam case while he and my Mom dated. I don’t remember how and when they met, but they’d known each other for quite some time. They still keep in touch to this day. Well, Frank was around for quite a bit. There was even a little overlap when she started seeing my Dad. Frank asked Mom to marry him a couple times and then got cold feet. I guess it eventually came down to “shit or get off the pot” as my Mom puts it.

Now, my biological father…My birth name was Douglas Turnbull III. I was named after him and his father, and supposedly distant cousin Douglas MacArthur.  To this day my Mom still freaks out like he’s going to sweep back into my life and kidnap me. The Lifetime movie would be  “I Know My Name is Doug…and I am 41 Years Old.” Patty Duke and the parents from “Family Ties” would be in it, and Nancy McKean as a social worker.

So, My Mom and Father got divorced because he was sleeping with my Mom’s best friend, who was also his best friend’s wife. This relationship continued after the divorce so I don’t know who knew what when, just who did who. He was also sleeping with another girl around the corner, so it got interesting on custody weekends when we’d go from house to house. I’d keep busy downstairs while he was upstairs with Aunt whoever. I don’t know how he kept track of it all. I watched a lot of TV.

Weekends when he would show up to get me, we’d go eat at the local diner. I seem to remember us eating a lot of frozen glazed donuts, and drinking milk and Pepsi mixed together. We also watched things like “The Incredible Hulk” and other late 70s TV fare. He lived in his parent’s big old run down creepy house.  He took me to a lot of movies in the 70s, including “Orca,” “The Spy Who Loved Me,” “Silent Movie,” “Midway,” and “Star Wars.”

He does have the distinction of being there during my first rock and roll moment. Kiss on the “Paul Lynde Halloween” special in 1976. Doesn’t seem like much now, but when you’re 6 and you see this, it’s a game changer. He also bought me my first Kiss album, a cassette of “Double Platinum.” Also bought my Village People’s “Macho Man,” but let’s remember Kiss.

He drove a pickup truck and then some sort of muscle car. We drove around listening to a lot of music on his 8 track player. He was very into Kiss, Billy Joel,  Meat Loaf and albums that were big at the time like the “Grease” and “Saturday Night Fever” soundtracks. Also some Village People and Rod Stewart. I guess he was pretty hip musically, or at least mainstream.  In retrospect I guess some Bowie, T Rex and Zep would have been nice. 8 track players were the CD players of the 70s. There’s nothing like rocking out to something and having the track switch in the middle of the song.

I can’t really say how much of a Father he ever was, especially in retrospect. I know there were some weekends he was supposed to come get me and didn’t, or made some excuse. I don’t remember a lot of playing catch. He did take me to the dog races though. I know what he put my dog to sleep and told me it ran away. I know he said a lot of bad things about my Mom and tried to play me against her.

Eventually my Dad would adopt me. My Father didn’t put up any fight, just signed the papers. At the time it wasn’t like I wanted him to fight, but a little effort might have been nice.

When I was in my early 30s out of the blue I got a letter from my Father’s brother saying that my Dad wanted to get in touch with me. There was a picture of him, and he looked like a very unhappy man. My reaction was “why now,” and “why?” I had no interest. If he wanted to reach out to me, why didn’t he write the letter? My Mom basically reacted like I might get kidnapped and she’d never see me again. I never responded to the letter or reached out to him.

Of course his ultimate revenge on both my Mom and I lies within her wedding pictures with him, which she still has. I look just like he did when he was younger. Creepily so, almost like we’re twins.

Saying Goodbye To Your Dad

My Dad died 10 years ago this year, in January 2002. I wrote some things about my Dad during that time, and haven’t really dug them out or read them since then.

January 2002

Written when my Dad was in the hospital following a heart attack in his sleep…

I will never forget the phone call. January 2, 2002. Your Mother calling at 3 AM is rarely a good thing, even when it’s my Mother calling. When I saw the clock, sleepily grabbed the phone and heard my Mom’s voice, I immediately thought that my Grandmother had died.  She was 88 at the time, and getting weaker and weaker each year. My Mom assured me every Christmas was Grandma’s last.

I didn’t expect the call to be about my Dad. I had just seen him two days before, visiting across the country for Christmas. I hadn’t spoken to him since I’d gotten back, but assumed everything was OK. It always had been. He’d had a heart attack in his sleep and had stopped breathing. He was in the hospital and my Mom said I needed to get back out there to say goodbye.

This was my Dad. I had just seen him alive. I had gotten home, and it was New Years. I would call him tomorrow, I was busy. After my Mom called and said he probably wasn’t going to make it, I hung up the phone and tried to cry.

Then I tried to get a plane ticket. The airlines were none too generous in their bereavement fares, or customer service. My credit card wouldn’t help with an emergency credit increase either. I told the representative my father was dying and I needed to get a plane ticket. She told me she couldn’t authorize a credit increase, but did tell me to “have a good day.”

Instantly I felt guilty. It’s how I was raised. I should have called one last time at least to say “happy new year” and tell him I loved him. But I didn’t, I was too busy. He had emailed me wishing me a happy new year, but I hadn’t answered that either.

I took the news like I take most bad news. I shut down and held my feelings in. I’d never dealt with the death of someone so close to me before so didn’t know what to do, or how to deal.

Mom had done an extraordinary job trying to save his life when she heard him stop breathing. Certainly better than I or most people could have done.  My Mom wonders whether or not she did the right thing.  Whether he is worse off now hooked up to machines that if he had just gone. She had to do something, and saved his life.

I cried that morning, alone in my room. Mostly numbness and silence since.  I think I write this as I don’t feel like talking or being with people too much.

I’ve had to let go of my Dad. That’s how I will deal. I’ve always prepped myself for the worst, and hoped that things work out better then the worst.

What lies in that bed is not my Dad. Though he might come back…whole we hope. I doubt it though. It hurts to feel this way, but you can’t lie to yourself or a cheap notebook you buy in the hospital gift shop.

Maureen wants to be the rock, but can’t be. She’s too young. It’s too tough for a young person to deal with, to lose their blood father. We all deal in different ways.  She has her faith.

It bothers me that when I start to question my lack of beliefs, this comes along. Am I Jobesque? Give me a chance. Let me do the homework before I get the test.

Mom has been more realistic, but has taken it hard. She grasps onto any small amount of hope. She tries to get Dad to move or open his eyes.  A blank stare provides some comfort. Maybe something is in there.

The most touching display I’ve seen is from their neighbor. He is a kind if not misled old codger. Dominated by his overpowering wife and ruled by his religious views. No liquor or lottery, but it’s OK to hate minorities and drown stray kittens. The neighbor tears up and shakes when he sees my Dad. He’s overwhelmed and helpless. He cries, shakes, and can’t speak. The devotion of an old man to his friend.

It’s unbelievable to see Dad hooked up to the machines. They keep him, or at least the shell alive to at least comfort the rest of us for a while. Hopefully his soul and consciousness are in a better place, or will be soon. 

He was a great, kind, gentle man.

Odd as it seems, I would like a sign from the beyond if or when he goes. I don’t know what, it’s the Houdini Syndrome. I don’t think my Mother will allow any late night séances.

I have memories. I hope I have some pictures. You don’ t think about it a lot, but pictures are memories, or at least help with memories.

I am very proud of him, and that he was my father. I would tell him…

Dad-

I am proud of you, that you were my father. You stepped up and helped me to be what I am.

I learned some things from you, and will honor your memory by honoring these things I’ve learned.

I think I learned independence from you. I will remain independent. I will remember to doubt, question, and be myself.

You tried to teach me self reliance. Something I have to work on. I will try though.

You taught me not to give up, though there have been times when I have given up.

You taught me about love, loyalty and friendship. You always had friends, made them, and stayed in touch with them. Later in life we became friends too, I think. I hope.

You tried to teach me responsibility. I try to be responsible, but I still need work.

You taught me about humor. Ham without eggs. Defense or attention mechanism, a lot of my humor comes from you.

I have learned this week I have to be an adult. Face up to responsibility. I can’t put things off. Why put off to tomorrow what you can do today?  I will try not to put things off as I have done so often in the past.

I want to get married and start a family as stable and strong as the one you led. I want to remember you through them, and I will.

I am sorry you will not get to know any of your grandchildren. Meredith, the love of my life, is beautiful and perfect, and your grandchildren will be too. They will learn from my memories of you.

You can never be replaced, and will never be. I am sorry for the times I let you down or disappointed you. I was sorry then and I am sorry now.

I hope that you can know that I will always love, remember and honor you as long as I live. I hope I can continue to make you proud.

I am proud of you and love you. You are my hero, the perfect example of husband, father and provider.

Thanks for everything, I hope you are OK and will be OK.

Doug

So this puts things in perspective for me. What I want to do, and what I need to do. I guess there is a time when you know you have to grow up. This is my time. I’m not exactly sure how I will change, but I have to.

I have to be there for my family. My mother and sister, and my girl Meredith.

I have to be responsible in life and at work.

I have to take care of debts.

I have to stay healthy.

I have to provide.

I have to stop avoiding responsibilities and commitments.

I have to keep in touch with friends. I would hate to lose them.

This has been the most trying, exhausting, surreal week of my life.

The morning of my Mom’s call, a strange thing happened. At 5:44 AM, a couple of hours after the call, I heard my name whispered in my room. I began to cry violently. The first time I cried. I don’t know what it was, but at the time, I thought it was my Dad reaching out, maybe saying goodbye. You can’t lie to yourself. Or a cheap notebook.

The day after I arrived, I spoke to Dad alone in the hospital. I touched his arm and leaned in close to his ear. I said “we are taking care of everything. I will take care of everything.” I didn’t believe it, but I said it to him.

He tensed up a few times, and an eye opened and seemed to look at me for a second.

If he can, I hope he has faith in me. I have tried to be strong, but perhaps haven’t been as strong as I could have or should have been.

I have tried to be here for my Mother and sister. To listen and give advice. I hope I have helped them.

I know I am dealing with this differently than they are. I want to be home with Mer, and have it all done, one way or the other as bad as that may seem. I also need to be alone. I also need to regroup and get a new start.

My last memory and the last time I spoke with him was right after Christmas when I was going home. He sat in the airport bar with me, and we had a couple of beers and talked. Sounds very clichéd, but the truth is stranger than fiction, folks.

Suddenly he stood up and said he had to go. There was plenty of time until my flight. He had actually gone to the gate and sat with me before.  I was disappointed. It struck me as odd at the time. I walked him out, and we hugged. I told him I loved him, and he said he loved me.  I kissed his cheek and thanked him and said goodbye. I remember being very sad as I watched him walk away and not look back.

It will be hard to say goodbye tomorrow when I have to leave. I will need to be alone and will cry. I may read this to him. I hope he will know and be OK.

Crying and sadness won’t help him, but it might help us. I hope he knows we love him and will remember him always.

I know it has been hard for him too, in some way. He led a good life. I hope he had as much happiness as possible, and not much hurt, sorrow and disappointment.

Sadly, my final memories of him will be of him in a bed, with tubes and machines keeping him alive. This week, the sorrow, the pain, and the difficulty of seeing him reduced to this. It should have to be like this for him, or for us.

I will try to always remember the last rushed goodbye in the airport, and how much I meant “thank you” and “I love you.” How sad I was to leave him, and to see him leave me. At least I got to watch him walk away.

We made the decision to unplug my Dad from the machines and let him go on January 12, 2002. He died early the next morning.

November 2002

Written several months after my Dad had passed…just a snippet...

I lost my father in January of 2002. Completely unexpected and out of the blue. I saw him one day, flew home, and then two days later he had a heart attack in his sleep.

Sleep apnea. That’s what killed him. He knew he had it too. Snored like a buzzsaw for years, and had put on some weight the last few years. He always avoided the subject of the doctor. He had a skin tab on his eye for months. You’d look at him and that thing would be dangling off of his eye while he talked, dangling in the wind. Never got it taken care of, If I remember right.

It gets better though, as it always does. Not only did he refuse to go to the doctor for any kind of medical service, but he drove the neighbor regularly to a sleep apnea specialist a couple of hours from where they lived. Didn’t have time to drive himself in though.

I was told I had it too, and that it “could be life threatening.” I ignored them too. They wanted to send guys out to my house to hook me up to equipment while I slept. At the time I weighed 255 LBS. The doctor finished the visit with “or you could lose 50-60 pounds.” We both laughed at that one.

My Dad is a classic example of ignoring your problems.

I ignore things too, always have and probably always will. I take the safe, easy way out. Avoid conflict, try to make everyone happy, often at my own expense.

Prior to losing my Dad, I’d never dealt with loss or death before. My Dad’s Mom died of cancer while living with us, but that was a long time ago. It was a long time coming, expected, and the end to her suffering was a relief. We weren’t very close. You don’t know about loss until you lose something you love. Up to then, my biggest loss was the loss if my childhood dog Sandy.

One one hand, I eventually lost 70 LBS, but had to sleep with a breathing machine for a while. Eventually I had jaw surgery that seemed to help my sleep apnea. 

My Dad's funerals were tough. We did one in the "town" where my parents lived for their friends. I read my letter there and broke down up on the podium. My sister Maureen came up and helped me out. She had an equally heartfelt letter, perhaps more so as they were blood, and he and I were...not. The night before there was an open casket viewing which was a terrible experience that my Mother insisted upon, so people could say goodbye. I'd already said goodbye. I will never torture my family and friends with an open casket. You can all rub my urn.

Then we had to travel to Arlington Cemetary where he was...laid to rest. So we had to go through another type of funeral, this one military, with the 21 gun salute and all. Difficult in a different way. This was a few months after 9/11 and we could actually still see the gaping hole in the Pentagon from my Dad's gravesite.

I don't think you ever get over losing a parent. Everyone deals with it differently, but it's something you never get past.

The next worst loss was of course the loss of my dear friend Brian on January 10, 2011. That was a shocker too, and showed me that I still really hadn't changed much. I still didn't make the effort to reach out to people that they deserve.

Brian Abides

It’s been a year since one of my best friends Brian died. I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately. Brian was one of my best friends. I really think he was the coolest, mellowest, friendliest guy I’ve ever known. Still one of the greatest people I’ve ever known, hands down. I met him when I was in my impressionable early 20s, and learned a lot from him.

This year, I really got into the film “The Big Lebowski.” It’s a great film on a first viewing, but you really need to see it repeatedly to appreciate it. It’s really a philosophical film. The main character, The Dude, is a very go with the flow guy. He abides. He gets by but doesn’t impose his views on others. He’s mellow and cool, just wants to live, bowl, drink White Russians, get high now and then, and hang out with his friends.

The Dude always reminded me of Brian, and even more so now that Brian is gone.

In many ways Brian was the most Dudelike person I’ve known. The things that were important to Brian were friendship, family, a good time, music, and reading.

The first thing Brian ever said to me was “you’re not as bad as everyone’s been saying.” The last thing he said to me was “I love you man.”

Brian and I met on the job as janitors at MiraCosta College, in the early 90s. Brian was working his way through school. I started as a student, then media services guy, then a sub custodian, then a full time custodian while I went to school. I hated being a janitor, but Brian never seemed to mind it. I mean there were always tough times, people and job gripes, but he always seemed to make the best of it. We had a lot of fun on the job.

Brian was always writing lists. We began working on lists together, and started writing songs about being janitors. We’d write the songs on blackboards while we worked, and Brian would transcribe them and stuff them into his overstuffed backpack.

We talked about a public access "Brian and Doug Show" where we would interview people in his backyard over cans of Coors. Our biggest aspiration was to get the mayor of Oceanside on a couch in his backyard.

We talked about filming or writing something called "Brian and Doug Save the World" about two dim witted janitors saving the world from an alien invasion launched from a college campus. This eventually morphed into "TP Diaries" after we realized how bizarre so many of our experiences were.

As a joke we started a band with one of the other janitors called Sleiber's Kids. We were named after the former night supervisor who got demoted for pulling another janitor’s pants down in front of a secretary. The band started with Brian and Dave on guitar and me on an electronic drum pad thru an amp. Brian’s young kids eventually got into the band, and his friend Dan as well. Eventually the band warped into something more serious and Brian quit.

After Brian and I left the job we emailed stories back and forth. I have years of hilarious emails from Brian. Stories, songs, anecdotes. A lot of one liners where we gave each other grief. Brian was a bizarre walking encyclopedia of things we’d been through. He had recall of dates, events, and people that was scary. He'd email me out of the blue now and again with something cryptic like "congratulations" then follow up with the date of something. I think he kept everything in the same ratty backpack he lugged to work and school each day.

We wrote "TP Diaries" about our experiences as janitors. A lot of it was true; including the fact that we actually did have "janitorial commandments" we worked by. 

Brian taught me a lot about coming out of my shell, humor, sarcasm, friendship. Life. Family. And very little about cleaning. "Never take your work home with you" he used to tell me.

I'm glad our last words to each other were "I love you man." I have a picture of him pinned over my desk, and miss him every day.

RIP man, keep abiding, and I’ll see you again someday. We’ll crack a cold one and have a laugh. I’m looking forward to it.