Friday, December 29, 2006
not much to say, just some snaps
This morning he was rolling over, According to Sara, here is the wild beast, in his natural habitat
in dad's bed
in his snoopy suit
Tara, Jane, Tarzan, Sara
Tara, Emiko, Eric
BMW, closer and closer
Monday, December 25, 2006
However, he did get all sorts of wonderful christmas & hannuka presents
Sara's album after the link!
Saturday, December 23, 2006
We went to pick up a new phone for Sara, found out Verizon had not actually put me on a business discount plan, so they did, and Jose at the Montague Expressway shop? got me signed to a corporate plan, got Sara a new phone, and sold me a new phone at a good discount.
For the first time in years, I am pretty satisfied with Verizon. Now if I can figure out how to download ringtones.
THEN! We got home, and my new glasses were here. Glasses from the internet! Delivered in the Mail!
Saul likes to grab my glasses when he is close. I thought it would be a good idea to get a second pair. So I went to zennioptical.com and ordered some like this.
And they arrived today.
They fit well, they look swell, and I do not have a headache. YAY Zenni Optical!
Thursday, December 21, 2006
And Chad Vader is the business!
so are Zombie T Shirts! and This. It reminds me how interesting I found the Zombie Survival Guide. Organize before they Rise!
At 3am, you think about zombies. well, and security. Survival. What do I do IF?
however, you just change the diaper, feed the kid, and go back to bed
But I finished reading an inspiring book. That once again made me realize: forgetting to write, not spending the time being creative, expressive, or letting it out the way I should.
When I was in deevorce skool they taught us to watch the three "domains" of life for balance: Physical, Mental & Emotional
Not taking care of my physical being. Every morning I should go for a walk. Instead I try to squeeze out each second more of sleep, before I drive Saul to daycare, then go to work and try to build whatever reports or spreadsheets, or odd tasks my boss has thought up the night before, take care of stuff for my team, so they can be successful at their job, then back home from daycare and clean the place up. Physically, I'm in horrible shape. Fat, tired, huge bags under my eyes, heck, when I was at the optometrist, they took my blood pressure, and it was high, when I was at the haircut place, I looked in the mirror for 15 minutes while they cut my hair, and I did not recognize the tired old man who was looking back at me.
Mentally, its wrong. Mostly from lack of sleep, but also from lack of effort. My thoughts are as scattered as my writing. I classify everything into "It must be done or we lose the house" "I should do it for someone" and "I do not care" the small things that make up life? keep escaping.
Emotionally, I do not know. So that is off too. I just work, sleep, feed the kiddo, and try to make Sara happy. I seem to pendulum between rage and apathy. Fortunately, I can control and focus the rage part inward, away from everyone else. Oh, there is a third emotion. Love. For the kid, my wife, and my friends and family. I am lucky there. I have wonderful friends. And most of the folks I work with? I like.
so Dr. Miller would tell me I am out of balance, and I need to work on all three domains of myself, or I'm on a course for trouble.
so as soon as I get some time, I'll work on it. Till then, I will feed Tarzan, get him to and from daycare, work, do laundry, clean up the house, and get as much rest as I can. If I am lucky, it won't be raining this Sunday, and I'll get my 4 hours of dirtbike riding mental therapy time. The plan is sound. Do not deviate from the plan. Clean, change diapers, feed, clean, repeat. Unfortunately, the plan is taking a toll on me.
I was on a rant about something this week, and a pal told me I should go into stand-up. My act could be titled "I'm not doing this for comedy, this is therapeutic" another pal told me I've missed my calling, and I should be writing.
Well, here's the deal. I am not funny, and I do not like most people, so stand up is bad. And I am not able to write on command, so there is no way I could make the mortgage doing it. Hell, I tried to turn my web log into a book about nut sack cancer, and I could not even get that edited or published. So no, no writing.
I'd really like to find a way to make a living on or around motorcycles, but that ain't gonna happen. Cisco's stock is never gonna go high enough for me to sell off enough options to retire. I better keep working.
James, if you are reading this, I miss working on the RD400 in your garage. back then it was clear. I knew what I was supposed to do, and if I messed up, you always helped me figure out how to fix it. I keep the rear sets you made in a small box, in my toolchest. They are among my most valued memories and items.
I know challenges are about "building character" and learning "life lessons" but divorce - cancer - kid won't eat C'mon God, can I get a break? soon?
i'm not bitching, I am not looking for an answer (trust me, you do not have one, please don't share it) I am just veting off, so it doesn't blow.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
"Well, I thought it may help wash off all the barf. Apparently, however, it didn't."
We had an adventurous ride home from daycare today. Don't worry, everything is cleaned up and we are all happy.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
had some chicken soup
opened some presents
Then Sunday we went to the International Motorcycle Show. Matt got us some passes.
Saw some trophy girls
saw the BUB Streamliner (fastest motorcycle in the world)
Saw more babes
(let Matt have a smile too)
Friday, December 15, 2006
Well, my pal Brad (also a jew) just sent me this, I laughed, I cried, I want some latkes
1. Christmas is one day, same day every year, December 25. Jews also love December 25th. It's another paid day off work. We go to movies and out for Chinese food. Chanukah is 8 days. It starts the evening of the 24th of Kislev, whenever that falls. No one is ever sure. Jews never know until a non-Jewish friend asks when Chanukah starts, forcing us to consult a calendar so we don't look like idiots. We all have the same calendar, provided free with a donation from the World Jewish Congress, the kosher butcher, or the local Sinai Memorial Chapel (especially in Florida) or other Jewish funeral home.
2. Christmas is a major holiday. Chanukah is a minor holiday with the same theme as most Jewish holidays. They tried to kill us, we survived, let's eat.
3. Christians get wonderful presents such as jewelry, perfume, stereos... Jews get practical presents such as underwear, socks, or the collected works of the Rambam, which looks impressive on the bookshelf.
4. There is only one way to spell Christmas. No one can decide how to spell Chanukah, Chanukkah, Chanukka, Channukah, Hanukah, Hannukah, etc.
5. Christmas is a time of great pressure for husbands and boyfriends. Their partners expect special gifts. Jewish men are relieved of that burden. No one expects a diamond ring on Chanukah.
6. Christmas brings enormous electric bills. Candles are used for Chanukah. Not only are we spared enormous electric bills, but we get to feel good about not contributing to the energy crisis.
7. Christmas carols are beautiful...Silent Night, Come All Ye Faithful.... Chanukah songs are about dreidels made from clay or having a party and dancing the hora. Of course, we are secretly pleased that many of the beautiful carols were composed and written by our tribal brethren. And don't Barbara Streisand and Neil Diamond sing them beautifully?
8. A home preparing for Christmas smells wonderful. The sweet smell of cookies and cakes baking. Happy people are gathered around in festive moods. A home preparing for Chanukah smells of oil, potatoes, and onions. The home, as always, is full of loud people all talking at once.
9. Christian women have fun baking Christmas cookies. Jewish women burn their eyes and cut their hands grating potatoes and onions for latkas on Chanukah. Another reminder of our suffering through the ages.
10. Parents deliver to their children during Christmas. Jewish parents have no qualms about withholding a gift on any of the eight nights.
11. The players in the Christmas story have easy to pronounce names such as Mary, Joseph, and Jesus. The players in the Chanukah story are Antiochus, Judah Maccabee, and Matta whatever. No one can spell them or pronounce them.. On the plus side, we can tell our friends anything and they believe we are wonderfully versed in our history.
12. Many Christians believe in the virgin birth. Jews think,"Yossela, Bubela, snap out of it. Your woman is pregnant, you didn't sleep with her, and now you want to blame G-d? Here's the number of my shrink".
13. In recent years, Christmas has become more and more commercialized. The same holds true for Chanukah, even though it is a minor holiday. It makes sense. How could we market a major holiday such as Yom Kippur? Forget about celebrating. Think observing. Come to synagogue, starve yourself for 27 hours, become one with your dehydrated soul, beat your chest, confess your sins, a guaranteed good time for you and your family. Tickets a mere $200 per person. Better stick with Chanukah
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
This just in from my dad:
"I did think you might enjoy the attached photo that I just found in the back of some drawer. ... the date on the back was Sept 1964 ...."
I must talk her into getting me one of these USB memory sticks!
In the central right hand side of the page is a black "MOVIE" box. click it to see the action.
I must have one of these.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Tarzan is learning to type, and use email
now for his input:
well, he still needs to learn some skillz, but he will be l33t soon enough
I am a firm believer in paying the dumbass tax every 5 to 7 years. Where you lose about 40 or 50 bucks to remind yourself that you do NOT know it all, and you can be duped. BUT! that is the dumbass tax. This is pure stupidity.
A) do not pay $700 for a game
B) if you meet someone in a parking lot, with a black bag. Check the goods
San Jose man victim of PlayStation scam
By Ben Aguirre Jr.
He wanted a PlayStation 3, but he wound up with a $700 box of junk.
The 27-year-old San Jose man was the victim of a popular scam Saturday when he opened his PlayStation 3 box and found floor tiles, a PlayStation 2 controller and apartment rental magazines instead of the highly sought-after $600 video game console, Fremont police Sgt. Chris Mazzone said.
The victim told police that he had been searching for one of the gaming units, which sell out at retail stores in less than a day and are being resold on eBay for $800 to $1,000. He found a seller on craigslist who said he would part with one for $700 in cash, Mazzone said.
``He said he worked at Best Buy in Hayward and had one,'' Mazzone said the victim told police.
After a day or two of e-mail correspondence, the two agreed to meet Saturday afternoon in a McDonald's parking lot in Fremont's Warm Springs neighborhood.
When the victim arrived, the seller and an accomplice got out of a white 2003 Ford Explorer, approached the victim with a black bag and told him the PlayStation 3 was inside, the sergeant said.
The buyer peered into the bag, saw a box and asked that it be opened before he handed over the cash, police said. The seller balked and said, ``What, don't you trust me?'' The two then agreed to exchange the money and bag at the same time, Mazzone said.
Once the seller had the cash, he and his accomplice scurried to the Explorer, sped out of the parking lot and drove through a red light, the sergeant said.
Authorities Monday said they had not made any arrests.
``If it looks too good to be true, it probably is,'' Mazzone said. ``If the seller is reluctant to show you the product before taking the money, trust your instincts.''
Sunday, December 10, 2006
My Wisconsin Grandparents sent me a motorcycle! I hear there is another motorcycle factory in Wisconsin.
The family that rides together stays together
Dad & me, we are gonna to work on it for more speed (of course)
I ate some yams
and like to share
When we got home, Sara downloaded video from the camera and put some on You Tube.
I am not exactly sure what is going on here, but Saul is playing with Matthew.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
if you had a feature that let me download my archives? as a word doc, or something? I would poop myself with happiness.
Also, WOW, idea, (if you use it, please give me some credit or cash) If there was a way for me to PAY to have my blog built into a booklet/printout? WOW
intsa-book. I don't mean a vanity press thing, I mean just print my whole weblog, entry by entry, starting from my first entry, till like, today. And send it to me as hardcopy?
WOW, actually, the other feature would be expanding the hot links, so you showed the link, then next to it, pritned the actual URL
okay, I just gave you a new product. Please make it happen for me?
Watch out Hef, there's a new player in town!
My Grandma Jannie sent me red socks
Look, RED. Socks
I've discovered I like sleeping on my side
No, really, on my side!
so we seem to be getting over all our colds. I have a slight cough and sniffles, Sara seems all better, Saul has a little sniffle, but it is going away.
Time. that was all we used, HOWEVER, for Julia, Brad, and all my other pals getting sickly,
Here's a repost from March, 04
Thursday, March 04, 2004Googala Moogala
There was recent conversation in my family about the famous Googala Moogala. This is a drink my Maternal Grandmother Sylvia (may she rest in peace) used to feed us when we were sick, it would make us better.
My mom disagrees with the recipe, but she is known to disagree for the hell of it.
What is a Googala Moogala?
It is served in a small juice glass, with the hope of pushing a kid to be over a cold.
1 raw egg
1 shot whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1 tsp honey
1 dollop whipped cream
Break egg into glass, squeeze lemon into glass, make sure no seeds, dollop honey into glass, pour whiskey over the whole shebang, stir gently 2 or 3 stirs, put whipped cream on top.
Advise child to drink quickly.
According to Sherry: "I had one at the Bandera apartment and willed myself to get better or just stop coughing so I didn't have to have another. "
She also suggests using a shot of dark rum, not whiskey. but I object, it should be whiskey.
yes, I have had these, yes, even as an adult. I do not know if it really makes you better, but you damn sure sleep for a few hours.
I should have had one of these when I had cancer, I bet a Googala Moogala and a hard candy could cure anything.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Anyhow, a few days after Tarzan was born, I got a ticket. Reckless Driving. In CA, that's 3 points on your record for 7 years, (4 pts they pull your license) and a misdemeanor. Reckless Driving is, like, DUI, backwards, in a school zone, drunk, while sniffing cocaine off the bare butt of a teenaged girl, while masturbating a chimpanzee and steering with your feet. It is something very very serious.
A woman turned right on red, into me, I accelerated and got out of the way. The front end lifted some. NO, I was not being a hooligan at 9am, I was on my way to work, and did not want to die. If I was being a hooligan, I'd have lifted a 12-o'clock wheelie, and ridden it 3 blocks down, the rest of the way to work, while waving. I wasn't. I was trying to get to work alive.
I got a Sheriff's deputy, Transit Patrol, one Officer Tallerico. If you are out there, I hope you get the clap.
he hates bikes. seriously, watched every bike go past when writing me up. Did not want to hear what I had to say, repeated over and over "you are on a motorcycle, you broke the law"
Here is what I wrote up for my attorney:
On my way to work this morning, I was headed northbound on
I stopped at red light to turn left at Tasman drive, 3 blocks later. A Sheriff's Deputy pulled behind me, no lights, got out of his car, and walked up to my bike with hand on gun.
He got to my bike and said "Take the key out of the ignition NOW" and I realized he was pulling me over.
He asked for my license and registration. I told him it was in my backpack, I would have to get it out, could we get out of traffic?
He wanted my license immediately, kept the key, and had me push the bike across traffic, to the far right side of the road.
When he pulled the cruiser behind me, he got out with a plastic bag full of Polaroid photos. I would guess about a 3" stack. He said "these are photos of bikers I have caught, I am going to add you to my collection" Then asked for my registration and insurance card..
I thought it was strange, but the rule is "fight in court, not on the roadside." He informed me he saw the wheelie, and was going to ticket me. He pulled out a flip chart of offenses, and began looking through them. Deputy Tallerico, badge 1699.
I asked if he saw the car that turned into me. He said no, it did not matter, I was on a motorcycle and I broke the law and I was going to pay.
He wrote me a ticket for 23103(a) Reckless Driving, and then informed me a tow truck was on the way to impound my bike.
He asked me to sign the citation, and took a Polaroid of me to add to his bag full of photos of "bikers I have caught"
We waited for the tow truck to arrive, and he gave me information about where to recover my bike. I remained calm and polite. He calmed down a little, and told me most motorcyclists try to run from him. He wanted to make sure I did not.
I asked if we had to impound the bike, and he told me he was giving me a lucky break, as he could arrest me.
I got the bike out of impound the next day. The process clerk at the Sheriff’s department told me the officer was a little overzealous, and I should try to fight the Reckless Driving citation. I am willing to pay a fine, but would like to try to reduce the violation and try to keep as much of it off my record as I can. I do not believe I was being reckless, and I would like to keep my license>>>>>>>>
So my attorney, David Dornblaser, a stand up guy, managed to get the ticket reduced to "Unsafe Start" which is a 1 point infraction, that drops off my record in 3 years. & a fine. Attorney was not cheap.
I went to pay it yesterday at? the Department of Revenue. I shit you not. Department of Revenue
Anyone who tells me the police are out to make the world safer?
I say BULLSHIT to them.
There may be a few good officers out there. but I never run into them, and they are DAMN sure not around when I need them. I know there are guys (Jim) who really care. But the majority I meet? Are just worthless fuckers who couldn't make the army, probably got beat up a lot in high school, or have small penis issues.
I KNOW it is easier to pull over a guy on a bike on his way to work, then crack down on some major heavy dudes on the east side pushing whores & dope. Hell, they have guns and WILL shoot back. Me? I just pay a damn fine.
I was getting out of the way. I am on a bike. If I was in a Minivan? My insurance would be handling this now, cause that gal would have plowed right into me.
It is just a revenue stream, and they need a better marketing operation.
You want to make money?
Do it honestly. Work!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
LOOK at that smile!
Mom is sick, Dad is sick, Saul has a cold.
We have the vaporizer on in his room, and yes mom, we will stuff vicks up his nose if he needs it? :D
so far, he is taking it very very well. A sneeze every so often, and a lot of snot, but really taking it well
Sara is resting every chance she gets
Her dumbass husband, on the other hand..... Well, my pal Dale suggested we take motorcycles to a trackday. I don't race anymore, and I did not think it was a great idea, but hanging out with Dale? And playing hooky from work on a Monday?
I put street tires on the XR650. That is the ONLY change I made. It still has dirt suspension, dirt brakes (or lack thereof) and a 21" front wheel, not the 17" I was racing on 2 yrs ago.
Dale, Joan, Matt & I drove down in 2 sprinters, and stopped at Harris Ranch, where I ate a very VERY expensive steak, and it was still the cheapest one on the menu.
Arrived at Willow Inn, and I was asleep on the sofabed by 8:45pm. YAY Sleep.
When the rest of the crowd came back from the bar, they woke me up for about a minute, I vaguely remember it. Back to sleep till 4am, (that's why they call it the WEE hours of the morning) And back to sleep till 6am. When we got up to head to the track.
I slept GREAT! It was wonderful. earplugs, breathe right strip, no alarm? Woo HOO
Trackday, go slow, get warmed up. I did. I was riding around, having a good time.
Then I got warm, and started going faster and faster. I know this track, I know this bike. Woo HOO. On my 50hp dirtbike, I was catching mere mortals on their 145+HP street/race bikes
Then I got overconfident in turn 3, and the tires let go. I felt the front end push out from under me. I thought "OH CRAP, my son is gonna laugh at me. my wife is gonna kick my ass if I get hurt"
TUCK and ROLL. Go with the slide. Do not fight it. Arms IN. I landed on my back and head. I heard the hemet go "CRACK" against the pavement, then "SQUISH" as the internal foam gave way to cushion my head. ONly one brief flash of red light, and I was rolling over to my knees.
Watching the bike dig into the track, and swivel around on its axis. Kinda like Curly from the three stooges. "woop Woop Woop"
I was facing oncoming traffic, in the middle of the track. I stayed low, got on my feet, and watched them go around me. YAY
I got off the track, watched the next wave of bikes go by, then picked up my bike, and got off the track.
I bent the bar a little, and scraped the footpeg a little.
Restarted it, and took her into the pits to clean up.
No major damage, I was ready for the next session, but sat it out to rest.
I spent the rest of the day taking slow laps, thinking about my family, and having fun, but not race speeds.
We stopped at Harris ranch on the way home again, for a $10 hamburger this time, and home by 9pm.
It was great to see Sara, but we wanted to get her to bed and resting.
Will repeat tonight
So I am okay, the bike needs about $20 in parts, I need to buy a new helmet and gloves, and I realized, I am having MUCH more fun out riding in the dirt. It is more fun, less expensive, and I know my limits.
In other news, Jack gave me John's old EZup. the top is shredded, and it has a bunch of the wrong bolts on it. I ordered a new top through eBay from Getundercover.com
Wow! The replacement top is MUCH better than even original equipment EZUp tops. I now have a reconditioned (by me) EZUP frame, and a great top.
I am ready for camping or dirtbiking. The customer experience with GetUnderCover.com was that good. I recommend them
We stayed in Buttonwillow overtnight.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Wisdom from P.J. O'Rourke:
Even very young children need to be informed about dying. Explain the concept of death very carefully to your child. This will make threatening him with it much more effective.
Years ago P.J. had a commentary in one of his books about the declaration of independence, and why we should revolt. I wish I could find that online.
Louise, Babelfish translates Loma Prieta as "Dark Hill" With Prieta meaning "Dark"
Friday, December 01, 2006
A website uses Google Earth images of buildings, to spell out messages