Monday, January 31, 2005

argh

so, saturday I went out to the East Bay Rats "fight Night" held at Nimby art space in Oakland. Fights, fire show by Therm including GIANT Tesla Coil, Extra Action Marching Band.

cool

Sara was in Tahoe Snowboarding.

Tonight is the Monday Night Ride.

Sara is in Santa Cruz seeing Modest Mouse play.

Tomorrow night? Taco Tuesdays at Tlaquepaque.

Other news? I am too fat, it clicked, I bought a used weight bench Sunday afternoon, lifted yesterday, again today.

I am trying to lift in the mornings, if I can, if not, then when I get home from work. add in walking, I feel a little better! YAY

it's late, I am off to MNR

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Please do not "Crash Into Me"

The Dave Matthews Band.

ick

Bus Driver dumps septic tank while crossing bridge, dumps Matthews Band poop on tourists below.


Pimp Life? weblog?

what's YOUR Pimp Name? Reverned Rebecca Ice? I don't get it. But, I'm not a pimp But I do like the idea of using office supplies to create deadly weapons.


I'm trying to fnd Capacitors to restore my pop's Hallicrafters 5R10A shortwave. I have all the tubes, it fires up, but has a miserable humming, I am told replacing the paper tube capacitors with modern ones will cure it, but I am having fits reading the diagram and translating old caps to new caps.






Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Joe Galletti

Build this now!

So I was reading the web this morning, and ran across a Post on "Boing Boing" One of my favorite sites. The Author was talking about victorian era films, and had a photo of the "Man in the Moon" shot from Le Voyage Dans La Lune with rocket lodged firmly in the moon's eye. (link also has link to buy the film)

He mentioned wondering how to view some of these, and I was instantly swept back in a whirlwind, to being a kid.

My dad was into film, and would buy prints of vintage films for super-8. Some nights, he'd set up a screen in the living room, mom would make popcorn, and we'd all sit on the floor in the living room and watch super-8 films, Buster Keaton, Voyage to the Moon, Chaplin, it was great fun.

As I remember it.

Who the hell is gonna remember sitting around and watching DVDs?

My pop still has loads of home-shot Super 8 of us growing up. I keep wondering how to get it digitized. There is an exceptional bit of footage of me imitating Mark Spitz, I must have been about 9.

hmmm. Anyone know a cheap digitizing service?



Saturday, January 15, 2005

Friday morning I went in for a PET scan. This is regular, routine, etc. but still painful.

At 9:15am the technician walks into a room with a small ice chest. Opens the seal on the chest, then opens the chest. it is lined with lead. Pulls out a small lead box from the center of the chest, breaks the seal on it. Lead. Inside the small box is a syringe. Well, sort of. It is about 2 inches in diameter, 5 inches long. Made of? Stainless Steel encased Lead.

The Tech then runs an IV in my arm, just saline, but with a lead Y joint and take off pipe.

Then back to the stainless case of lead. this screws into the lead take off pipe.

Then injects the Radioactive sugars solution into my arm. I can feel it go in, cold at first, then warms up to about the burn of chemo.

I sit motionless for 45 minutes while the radioactive sugars are absorbed in my bloodstream. I can actually feel it hitting different parts of my body, the veins warm up when it enters them.

After 45 minutes, I am allowed to go to the bathroom, (my urine is blue and burns) then onto the table.

The examination machine is a standard CAT scan, like a bed, with a big metal doughnut you are slid through.

However, in a cat scan, you make one pass, 15 seconds, and are done.

PET is measuring the dissipation of the radioactive sugars through your system. For about 1 hour, 45 minutes, the computer controlled bed passes in and out of the metal doughnut about 15 times, but measures you incrementally, each time. You are strapped down, and cannot move.

at all

it is kind of wierd and scary and irritating all at once. HOWEVER you are alive, so it is okay.

All the rest of Friday I felt like someone beat me. Every joint hurt, every movement was itchy.

And my pee was blue and burning till this morning.

Wahoo? I am alive though!

This morning sar and I went car shopping. She is looking at the Subarus. Sara is a very meticulous shopper. she likes to look at every possible choice, at every possible detail, etc. etc. till I go crazy and want to strangle myself.

I think she may have found a 2005 Subaru Legacy 4 doow hatchback sport something in a silver, for a good price.

So we went to have lunch, then went home. She wants to go to another dealer, and look at every possible car they have, and I just cannot take this. Now, this is NOT Sara, just my projections about how men & women shop differently for cars.

Car Shopping for men: find what you want, buy it. Pay $20k, drive home

Car Shopping for women: look at everypossible make and model, evaluate pros & cons, shop for price, find what you want, agonize for 3 days, the look again at 2 other dealerships to make sure, then check all possible prices, then inquire about possible color match, then discuss out of state possibilities, then consider an entirely different car, then take your significant other to the hospital to have them treat the aneurism from his brain exploding from having to wait for all this crap, then go back to the salesman, and discuss the possibilities of an extended warranty, and then pay $19,999 drive home and talk about how much you saved.


Anyhow, Sara will get a wonderful car, and be very happy about it, and I hope she has fun shopping.

Me? I cleaned up the BSA and took photos.


Tuesday, January 11, 2005

i am at a loss. I am so irritated, but cannot say anything about it?

oh well

in interesting news, someone BARFED at a party I was at, and I missed it. How the HELL did that happen.

Alex my genius mechanic phoned. XR650 needs new engine case, $350 at least, PLUS labor

Dropped Sprinter off at Hartzheim Dodge to get the trailer hitch installed. they think it is gonna cost $1100. I am gonna discuss with my sales guy, it better cost $500

At work, in a room, waiting for people.

Monday, January 10, 2005

rebecca suggested I take down today's post.

Friday, January 07, 2005

huh?


work

argh!

Pandora? has almost inspired me to update my web page, however, I cannot get motivated to do anything, other than work or rest



Thursday, January 06, 2005

no, I have not posted in a long while, work is at a critical heap of crap, and I am constantly wading through it.

my pal Eileen sent me this

I AM THANKFUL

F
OR THE WIFE
WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT,
BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,
AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.


FOR THE HUSBAND
WHO IS ON THE SOFA
BEING A COUCH POTATO,
BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME
AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.

FOR THE TEENAGER
WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES
BECAUSE THAT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME,
NOT ON THE STREETS.

FOR THE TAXES
THAT I PAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS THAT
I AM EMPLOYED.

FOR THE MESS
TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY
BECAUSE IT MEANS THAT I HAVE
BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.

FOR THE CLOTHES
THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.

FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES
ME WORK BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE.

FOR A LAWN
THAT NEEDS MOWING,
WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,
AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME.

FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING
I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT
BECAUSE IT MEANS THAT
WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH.

FOR THE PARKING SPOT
I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING
AND THAT I HAVE BEEN
BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION.

FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM WARM.

FOR THE LADY
BEHIND ME IN CHURCH OR SYNAGOGUE
THAT SINGS OFF KEY
BECAUSE IT MEANS
THAT I CAN HEAR.

FOR THE PILE
OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.

FOR WEARINESS
AND ACHING MUSCLES
AT THE END OF THE DAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN
CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.

FOR THE ALARM
THAT GOES OFF
IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS BECAUSE IT MEANS THAT I AM ALIVE.

AND FINALLY.
FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE
FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.


then my best girl Sara sent me this


Rules of the Blues.


If you are new to the blues, or like it but never really
understood the whys and wherefores, here are some very
fundamental rules:

1. Most Blues begin with: "Woke up this morning ... "

2. "I got a good woman" is a bad way to begin the
Blues, unless you stick something nasty in the next
line like, "I got a good woman, with the meanest face in town."

3. The Blues is simple. After you get the first line right,
repeat it. Then find something that rhymes--sort of:
"Got a good woman with the meanest face in town.
Yes, I got a good woman with the meanest face in town.
Got teeth like Margaret Thatcher and she weigh 500 pound."

4. The Blues is not about choice. "You stuck in a
ditch, you stuck in a ditch ... ain't no way out."

5. Blues cars: Chevys, Fords, Cadillacs and
broken-down trucks. Blues don't travel in Volvos,
BMWs, or sport utility vehicles. Most Blues
transportation is a Greyhound bus or a southbound
train. Jet aircraft and state-sponsored motor pools
ain't even in the running. Walkin' plays a major part
in the Blues lifestyle. So does fixin' ta die.

6. Teenagers can't sing the Blues; they ain't fixin' ta die yet.
Adults sing the Blues. In Blues, "adulthood" means being old
enough to get the electric chair if you shoot a man in Memphis.

7. Blues can take place in New York City but not in Hawaii or
anywhere in Canada. Hard times in Minneapolis or Seattle is
probably just clinical depression. Clarksdale, Chicago,
St. Louis, Kansas City, Memphis, and N'awlins are still
the best places to have the Blues.
You cannot have the Blues in any place that don't get rain.

8. A man with male pattern baldness ain't the Blues. A woman
with male pattern baldness is. Breaking your leg 'cause you
were skiing is not the Blues. Breaking your leg 'cause a
alligator be chompin' on it, is.

9. You can't have no Blues in an office or a shopping mall.
The lighting is wrong. Go outside to the parking lot or sit
by the dumpster.

10. Good places for the Blues:
a. highway
b. jailhouse
c. empty bed
d. bottom of a whiskey glass

11. Bad places for the Blues:
a. Nordstrom's
b. gallery openings
c. Ivy League institutions
d. golf courses

12. No one will believe it's the Blues if you wear a suit,
unless you happen to be an old person, and you slept in it.

13. Do you have the right to sing the Blues? Yes, if:
a. you're older than dirt
b. you're blind
c. you shot a man in Memphis
d. you can't be satisfied

No, if:
a. you have all your teeth
b. you were once blind but now can see
c. the man in Memphis lived
d. you have a 401K or trust fund

14. Blues is not a matter of color, it's a matter of bad luck.
Tiger Woods cannot sing the Blues. Sonny Liston could have.
Ugly white people also got a leg up on the Blues.

15. If you ask for water and your darlin' gives you gasoline,
it's the Blues. Other acceptable Blues beverages are:
a. cheap wine
b. whiskey or bourbon
c. black coffee
d. muddy water

The following are NOT Blues beverages:
a. Perrier
b. chardonnay
c. Snapple
d. Slim Fast

16. If death occurs in a cheap motel or a shotgun shack, it's
a Blues death. Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another
Blues way to die. So are the electric chair, substance abuse and
dying lonely on a broken-down cot. You can't have a Blues death
if you die during a tennis match or during liposuction.

17. Some Blues names for women:
a. Sadie
b. Big Mama
c. Bessie
d. Hot Dumpling

18. Some Blues names for men:
a. Joe
b. Willie
c. Little Willie
d. Big Willie

19. Persons with names like Michelle, Amber, Jennifer,
Debbie, and Heather can't sing the Blues no matter how
many men they shoot in Memphis.

20. Blues Name Starter Kit
a. name of physical infirmity (Blind, Cripple,Lame,etc.)
b. first name plus name of fruit (Lemon Lime, Peach,etc.)
c. last name of a president, for example: Blind Lemon Jefferson,
Pegleg Lime Johnson or Cripple Peach Filmore, etc.

21. I don't care how tragic your life is: if you own a computer,
you cannot sing the blues, period.


Monday, January 03, 2005

Taser Death, again.

I've posted about this before, last night there was ANOTHER death due to police officers using Tasers. A Pacifica man was killed by police last night.

Amnesty Internationa
l has come out against Tasers, and I have to agree with them. Tasers are bad.

One of my best pals in the world, Jim Learmonth, has joined the Austin Police. And I have mixed feelings. I want Jimmy to be safe. But I don't want him to use Tasers.

I hate the thought of cops feeling they have a "safe" weapon. The temptation to tase as a way to control is too easy. Get scared? WHACK HIM AGAIN! A 14 year old boy? If 2 cops cannot subdue a 14 year old, they need a new career. Burger King is Hiring.

What's next? tasering guy in a wheelchair? Oh, already done it in Miami. No, Pregnant women too? How about 12 year old girls? Taser Deaths are on the rise.

I don't like cops. They have made my life difficult. They have not helped me. On most occasions, they have tried to bully & intimidate me. They hate motorcyclists, they hate freedom, they hate nonconformity.

I remember riding my vintage RD350 from Austin to Dallas to visit Grandma in 1989. Pulled over in Hillsboro. Cop told me it was illegal to ride with a broken taillight. I did not have a broken taillight before I got to Hillsboro. I ended up in jail overnight, sore ribs from a nice beating, overturned my bike & letf it in a ditch with broken headlight & taillight. Hell, I didn't even have long hair then.

IN 99 we moved to the Florence Ranch, I was riding through Georgetown, transporting bikes to thye new ranch, got pulled over by Williamson County Sheriff's deputy, tossed on ground, in fire ant bed, cop's boot between my shoulder blades while they called in my license, detained me, face down, on the hot pavement, face in an ant bed for 20 minutes, then let me go when I came up "clean".

If those fuckers had a taser then, I'd have been whacked for sure.

As far as I am concerned, giving cops tasers is a license to abuse. If anyone out there is listening, please, take action. tell your local city council that tasers are bad, DO NOT THINK IT IS A GOOD IDEA.

Fight Police Abuse.


So Sandra Bullock just donated a cool mil to the tsunami relief.

If any of my pals in Austin run into her, thank her for me.

My pal Rebecca recommends this charity for donations.

My pals in Chennai recommend this one.

Our President says the people of America should help. I think he should stop spending so goddamn much money having us attack a country twice the size of Idaho, (Yay, we are 1/2 the size of Iraq, and we have potatos!) and get back to the business of improving our economy.

Of course I also believe we should reinstitute a Jeffersonian Federalism, restore power to the states, and push the federal government back to maintaining national borders, highways and security. Let the states decide what is best for their region, get our asses out of other countries, and improve the quality of living here. Then again, my pals do call me Crazy.

I have heard from all my pals in Chennai except Ravi & Aparna, and I hear from other pals that they are okay as well. This is mixed, I am gald my pals are okay, I am sad there was so much loss. Well, except for the bastards at Fish Cove. I am glad part of their resort washed away, after the dumpy treatment they gave me & Larissa last trip down? too bad, so sad,

will spend travel weekends with pals in Chennai, or at my restaurant investment in Bangalore. (yes, I know they need to redo their website, it is clunky and ungainly. They cook great food. Not internet gurus)

In completely unrelated news, I am still sick. My Dr. said "Chicken soup, OJ, Rest, you know that. Vietnamese or Jewish, the mother advice is the same"

I drove in to work this morning, and thought all these guys are LATE! then I realized it was a holiday today. So I drove home and napped.

I also got the website for my pal Matt's "Operation Moto" up and online. He is tryin to raise funds to send 2 small dirtbikes to a unit of troops in Iraq, so they can short track race, and remain excited that people in the US still care about them. Not political, it's about the people, motorcycles, and caring for folks stuck far from home. (it's a free site, and constantly down because of bandwidth, we are trying to get a better hosting solution)

that is all for now, I need to go empty some of this snot outta my head.


Sunday, January 02, 2005

Calvin Rickson

a pal sends me this joke thing.

Dr. Calvin Rickson, a scientist from Texas A&M University has invented a bra that keeps women's breasts from jiggling and prevents the nipples from pushing through the fabric when cold weather sets in. At a news conference announcing the invention, a large group of men took Dr. Rickson outside and kicked the shit out of him

And I can tell, Urban Legend.

My dad went to Texas A&M. My uncle went to Texas A&M. Many of my pals went to Texas A&M. Every guy I know who went to Texas A&M are bright, smart, brilliant men & women. Devoted to science! NONE of my family of Aggie pals would buy into this.

Aggies love boobies as much as the next guy.

So I set off the Google Search for Dr. Calvin Rickerson. What do I get? Lots of joke pages.

So I go to the main truth page.

And I enter Calvin Rickson, A&M Bra, invented bra, and I get? NOTHING

It is a joke that has not even made it to snopes? But there is NO WAY this is real

NONE


Okay, Charles news? I have a wicked sinus infection, I can barely breathe, and whenever I move my head, the entire left side "swoshes" and "waves" it's gross.

Sara & I went with matt to see "House of Flying Daggers" hmmm. I think they may have liked it more than me, or I am just cranky because my head is full of snot.

We got home & Sara heated some soup for me. It was nice. I feel ick-o

I may need to sleep alone tonight, cause I feel so ick-o

more later






My cell phone is nearly dead, I gotta buy a new one soon, I seem to be missing many calls.

anyhow, my boss returns to work next week, and we plot the calendar for my travel schedule. Looks like February/March to go, but do not know yet.

blech, it is cold and raining today, and my head is full of snot, early precursor to a cold? or just snot, I dunno. Sara is putting up with me, so that's good. I have the thermostat set to 73, and it still feels cold in here. We need to have the underside of the house insulated....



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