Saturday, June 30, 2007

the really cool thing about the web is you sometimes trip over stuff that reminds you of being a kid.

growing up there were sticker packages, and they were not politically correct, but fun.

Odd Rods Cycles

All the Odd Rods

Wacky Packs, for fake products of fun...

and? Retroland! A media collection by decade. Like the 1970s when I growed up

which led me to deets 70s web site, with tv clips

all of which made me want some Space Food Sticks

And Now, the news. Saul was at Stanford again on Friday. Sara took many pics, we do not yet have, It was for a swallowing study. They made him eat some radioactive dust, then photographed it goin through his guts.

Apparently very bad time, and we are waiting on results.

Will keep you posted. He just woke up, and wants to play.

Friday, June 29, 2007


When Sara gets to BD with Tarzan? I want video footage. BIG machines. Will send camera with Sara!

Travis Pastrana video montage

now I am not expecting you to let him drive a bobcat, after all, he is not fully 1 yet. but a dumptruck maybe! :D

crazy fun Friday afternoon timewasting links:

Velociraptor info

Great IP tools website

Zoikes, I am unsure about this neo-goth poetry of children issues. Someone needs an ice cream and some sunshine.

Cool Laser reflection Game

Satire on the Ugly American, and the interweb

My pal Joe the Red Headed Menace once said "I really learn a lot from catalogues" I agree with him. You thumb throuugh the pages, learning not only what is out there, but how it can be used. Google has a beta catalogue search. WOO HOO

Interesting application of prayer and etching

Why didn't Noah swat the 2 mosquitoes?

silly sign

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

We had tortellini for dinner.

I gave some to Saul. Note the 'tongue out' method of getting food out of his mouth! He loves to play with food, but won't eat solids. he will play with them, but then? they must come out of his mouth.

i have a fierce headache, I hope this is not why

I know, post more often.

SO! The eating trial is going well. Young Mr. Statman is drinking more at night, and eating more during the day. Sara and I feel we are past the "needs a tube" stage, but we are still having to closely monitor his eating, so he does not dehydrate, etc.

Little hooligan!

Last night was taco tuesday, and Brad (who just found out he is in remission, yay, but has 2 more rounds of chemo to make sure) took this snap. And labeled it "mom of the year" Tarzan likes to chew on bottles, and will taste the beer. He also tastes limes. Makes the most hideous face, sticks is tongue out. then licks it again and again. Silly boy.

Pops sent me this photo of his family taken in 1958
Uncle Irv, Grandma Manya, Grandfather Charles, and my Dad.

I was named after Grandfather Charles, who was killed in an auto accident before I was born. In my "box of absolutely irreplaceable items of extreme personal value to me and no one else," I have the last check he wrote. To Wards, for gasoline, before he was killed. It is an eerie feeling to hold a canceled check, signed with your name, dated before you were born. But it is important to me.

I wish he could have met me. Of course I would have a different name if he did. And this is part of the reason why I am so glad my father has been able to hold my son, his grandson.

i think I am about out of words

Friday, June 22, 2007

unbearable cuteness

PH Probe day. We were at Stanford this morning, they inserted a wire, connected to a data acquisition box. that will measure PH levels in his guts, just above the stomach, to learn about reflux. The things on his arms are to keep him from pulling the probe out. However, (for the record) hebrew boys do not enjoy hanging around in this particular pose.

I spent the evening out with Dale & Jack, having KTM fun. We are not sure if the alternator stator we installed is working. and we KNOW the lighting coil is wrong

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Awful misuse of plastic, children's toys, hopes and dreams.

Why, Why? to make unicorns glorifying the cold war?

thank goodness it is at Archie McPhee, one of the best mail order houses around.

Yesterday I rode Sara's BMW F650 up to SF to visit my pal Katsura, who was in town from Japan for a day. We lunched at the Cheesecake Factory in Union Square, it was a nice visit, then I rode home.

Detoured out Skyline drive. Stopped at Hesh's place for a bit, stopped at tacos, then came home.

And my butt HURT

My hip is still bruised from Sunday's quad incident, but it is not broken, it is just a bruise, yay. But my butt was sore.

Mom, I came home from San Francisco, and my butt was sore. Has a bad ring to it, huh?

Baby Tarzan was at home, Mike & Evie were teaching him walking. He is able to stand behind his play cart, and push it across the floor. it looks less like walking, more like a controlled fall, repeatedly, but fun.

All last night I fed the kid. When he is asleep, he likes to drink. midnight, 2:45, 4am, 5am,

Then, this morning, I was having the weirdest dream. I dreamt a bug was biting my chest, repeatedly. When I woke up, Saul was crawling all over me, and biting me! He was trying to find a nipple

Now I am chubby, but listen here young man!

I popped a bottle in his mouth, and he went to town.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Oakland MC posted pix from the Sheetiron last month

here is me

Sunday, June 17, 2007


Rant. Warning, Rant.

I was out at Metcalf (san jose, ca) this morning. I go every sunday.

All this week I told my beautiful wife, all I want for fathers day is to go out and ride. I do not want presents, I do not want, etc. etc. I just want a ride. She gave me a brilliant present. A laminated photo of her and Saul. YAY!

USUALLY, I go into the 'backfield', most parks have them. Trails out in the middle of no where, you actually have to WORK to get to.

I was coming up a long, double wide, OPEN trail, and there were? THREE quads.

doing donuts in the middle of a 3 trail fork.

I made a decision, a gamble. Take the center trail. It leads to a heavily whooped fire road width trail. Either they won't go there, or there will be plenty of passing room.

i set up for my turn, I committed, and then? they all took the same trail.

Jeans, T-shirts, slip on sneakers, and really REALLY cheap helmets. the ones you see at the flea market.

I noticed all this, and SHOULD have thought.

What happens next? is TRULY my fault.

they got into the whoops, and slowed right down to a crawl, nice line, 3 bikes, all the way on the right. And? the last one keeps gassig up, roosting me with rocks.

I move to the left, and begin to pass them.

Pass #3, Pass #2, #1 turns and target fixates on me, and runs right into me.

Down I go. he took my front wheel with his, and I went over the bars.

swearing, I knew it was coming out, a stream of vulgar profanity. I was thinking, "my son's birthday is in 5 weeks, I do not want to be in a cast"

and the epiphany hit me.

I realize what it is that I really REALLY dislike about quads.

We've heard all the other rants. They tear up stuff, they ride like goofballs in the campsite, etc, etc.

But finally, as I was hurtling through the air into the scrub brush and rocks, it made sense.

ANYONE can ride a quad.

You do not have to build skill level.
You do not have to build knowledge of trails
You just get on and go.

Many of these weasels are just fuel for the sierra club to ban offroad riders.

Like they did. Not even stop. Kept riding.

I got up, got my 300 restarted, and just wanted to get to the parking lot, load up and go home. My day is done, I am bleeding, but my protective gear did it's job.

And it hits me like a ton of bricks. I have protective gear. They do not.

Second gentle uphill, lots of room, I pass hard, and on the gas. get around them, and slow down. This? this is just the bad bad man in me.. I lean forward, unweight the rear, gas it, and shower them with pebbles and rocks.

T shirts are not riding gear. And if you knock someone down, at least stop and check they are breathing.

Got back to the parking lot, loaded up, scraped left elbow and arm. If I did not have pads? would have been nasty. And my left hip is really hurting, from the inside, I probably jammed the ball of my femur into the hip socket, and bruised it up.

What did I learn?

Avoid Quads. Anyone can ride them, with no skill at all. Any toothless jackass can buy them, heck, the chinese made ones are less than $300


Quads suck.

I am gonna go ice my hip now.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Father's Day is tomorrow.

My dad is cool, quoted, and can beat up your dad/

well, he is quoted in a story in the paper, and if you jack with my dad, his grandson will come at you like a spider monkey.

all I want to do tomorrow is ride dirtbike. and? my throat is swelling. Damnit!

I think I am finally crashing from the work I spent the past 2 weeks going back and forth with my boss about employee rating and ranking. A special little thing my work does. I have to rank 17 of my full time direct reports. I do not have to add in the 3 'consultants' in Chennai

I have the best team I've had in years. It is very hard to say "He is one point better than He"

and of course, put it in a spreadsheet, justify it with comments, etc. etc.

THEN! oops, I was wrong, put it in PowerPoint slide set


and the worst part? I am gonna be "average" this time, I know it.

Why does it matter? your 'rank' determines your bonus, possible raises, etc. etc

did I mention I have a GREAT team. 17 wonderful people, all over the world, who all do about the same job.

Unpack the box
Install the equipment
Plug in the equipment
turn it on
train the engineer how to use it.
maintain it when the engineer breaks it.
pull it out, throw it away when it is obsolete.

They do this job VERY VERY well. Additionally, my team is the "go to" team for anything.
"Where can you get good bagels? - ask the lab team"
"Can someone setup this laptop for my kid? - ask the lab team"
"Who do we call because something is on fire in a cube? - ask the lab team"
"Where can you buy Sea Monkeys? - ask the lab team"

We seriously do it all.

how can I say one guy is less wonderful than the next?

Forced ranking sucks. Jack Welch is a philandering SOB who dumped his wife of 28 years to marry his mergers and acquisitions attorney (that only lasted 14 years) while managing GE with the same "whack the bottom 5%" approach.

Then, being interviewed for the Harvard Law Review, he met wife #3, (24 years his junior)who was interviewing him. Wife #3 had to quit her job in 2002 cause of the scandal. He formalized his divorce with wife #2 in 2003. Yes, that overlaps.

So this guy who has been through 3 marriages, has done more harm to the middle class than, say, Reaganomics, and now 'teaches business' at MIT, is the guiding force behind my company's HR policies.

I've spent the past 2 weeks figuring out stack ranking, instead of actually working.

My opinion? Stack ranking drives teams apart. If you want to win, you MUST SCREW your teammate. (in a bad way, not a Jack Welch affair way). Most people would rather DO their jobs well, efficiently and productively, than worry baout where they rank. If a major corporation cannot figure out who the slackers are? tey need help. BIG help.

And I am willing to do it. Hire me, let me consult. in 3 weeks, I can give you Nixon-esque lists of who needs to go, and why.

Friday, June 15, 2007

and if ya need a smile, I just tripped over this

and this

and if that does not work? this is something someone else wrote, when my dad read it, there were tears streaming down his face, he was bright red, and gasping for breath. Mom thought he was having a heart attack, before he croaked out the word "funny"

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

get info on your family. What DID the FBI know?

i think this is horribly cool. But I do not know all the relevant dates.

MOM? Get to work!

get info on your family. What DID the FBI know?

i think this is horribly cool. But I do not know all the relevant dates.

MOM? Get to work!

Yes, I know, it has been too long since I posted. I will try to condense.

Saul has been on "double secret probation" as Jim the old Roommate said. He is on a feeding trial. We pulled his NG tube out, and for the past month, have been monitoring everything in and out.

Sara took him to Stanford last week, where they weighed him, reviewed logs, found he has not gained, but has not lost any weight. The doc thought he would lose a pound at least.

So we are continuing the trial, Stanford phoned Scribbles, everyone is on the same page. We all understand what we are trying. He is watched and monitored, and fed as much as possible.

He is not throwing up, so that is good. And he is happy to have no tube.

HOWEVER, he has a tooth coming in, and fever and sniffles. Mom also has fever and sniffles, but all her teeth are already in. :D

attached, some videos

Saul the book critic

Crawls into the kitchen, and stands up

Motorcycle news. Those darn Texas boys cost me money. I realized I do not ride as much as I like to, and I prefer dirt to street now. So I sold the Ducati. I have the Royal Enfield at a consignment shop. And I am hoping a pal buys my Honda XR650

All this to repay my savings account for the brand spanky new KTM 525 EXC I bought. Very nice bike, what I want. A street legal dirtbike, with an electric start, modern everything, and I will buy some supermoto wheels, so I can convert back and forth from really street to really dirt.

I am replacing 3 bikes in my garage with one.

I will be left with:
KTM 525
KTM 300 (dirt only)
BMW (sidecar puller for boy)
Yamaha Chappy 80cc moped
and a honda 175 out in the shed that need to be finished up


Wednesday, June 06, 2007

This just in from our Austin Reporter:

A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad".

With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands.

"Dear Dad,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I am writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her,
because of her piercings, tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.

But it's not only the passion, Dad. She's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with other people in the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.

In the meantime. we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it !! Don't worry, Dad. I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your grandchildren.

your son, John.

P.S. Dad. None of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in the
center desk drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home."

I am not really sure how the tube trial is going. He is generally happier, and he does not throw up. He eats much more baby food. He does drink more milk, but maybe not enough.

He is losing a little weight, but that is to be expected.

Sara is doing a wonderful job of balancing everything, and we are hoping he will feel more hungry, get on a schedule, and drink more.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

oh i just have nothing to say

damn state I live in.

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